CHAPTER TWO #2
They booked his ass, and they gave him a fifteen-year sentence. With Zeus out the picture, Zach took over his crew, and once that happened the real beef began. I hated that nigga Zach and the feeling was mutual.
“We going to war and I want everybody to stay ten steps ahead. I’m sick of this hoe ass nigga,” I spewed,
“Sayless” Trigg replied, my homie was always ready for war that’s one of the things I loved about him.
"Rah, get Tj somewhere safe to rest," I instructed.
"BooMan, reach out to your people, tell them I want to know the ins and outs of everybody on 47th that fucks with Zachs crew.
Trigg, I need you to make some calls, find out which trap Zach been trapping out of.
I want these bitch ass niggas pockets to take a hit. "
As they moved to follow my orders, My Mom’s approached me, with yet another cigarette already lit.
"You handling it right," she said quietly, a rare compliment. "But don't underestimate Zach. Stupidity makes niggas dangerous, not smart."
"I know," I replied. "That's why we gotta be ten steps ahead."
She studied my face, seeing too much as always. "Your father would've been on the streets tonight, guns blazing. No plan, just him and his damn pride." She stated shaking her head.
"And that's why he's never getting out," I finished for her.
"Exactly." She squeezed my shoulder; her gold rings cool against my skin. "I got that meeting tonight. Do you need me to postpone it, or you need me here for this?"
I shook my head. "Nah, go handle your business. We good."
Shit was changing. And unlike Zach, I knew the most important rule, You don't win by being the most violent, you win by being the most valuable.
My mom’s grabbed her purse and headed for the door, before she opened it she paused, watching me with knowing eyes.
She'd taught me that rule, just like she'd taught me everything else that kept me alive in these streets. For all our differences, for all the times we butted heads over petty shit. I was definitely my mother’s son.
"Be careful, son," she said, but there was pried mixed with the concern. "And whatever you do, make it count."
I didn’t respond, I only nodded my head. I knew I had to make it count; it was the only way.
* * *
Two hours later, I was pulling up outside Tiona’s crib in Englewood, my mind immediately shifted gears.
I checked my phone one more time, I popped a mint, straightened my chain, and grabbed the small bag from my passenger seat.
To anyone watching, it looked like I was bringing some gifts.
In reality, the Louis Vuitton bag contained a small camera I'd picked up from my tech guy on 63rd.
Expensive shit, wireless, and so small you'd never spot it unless you were looking for it.
Tiona opened the door before I even knocked, like she'd been watching for me through the blinds. Five-foot-seven with curves that could stop traffic, hair freshly done in long braids, wearing nothing but a pink silk robe that barely covered her ass.
"Heyyyy daddy, I thought you wasn't coming," she said, trying to sound casual but the neediness leaked through. Her eyes darted past me to the street, probably checking to see if anyone had seen me slide in her crib.
I stepped inside, locking the door behind me. "I had some business to handle. You know how it is."
Her apartment was small, but she kept it nice. The sixty-inch TV on the wall, the designer purses on the rack, the fresh flowers on the coffee table, all my contributions over the past three months since I'd started hitting it.
"Where's Teairra?" I asked, referring to her four-year-old daughter.
"At my mama house for the night." Tiona smiled, sliding her arms around my neck.
I kissed her, deep enough to get her going but keeping my mind clear. This wasn't pleasure; this was strategy. Tiona wasn't just any ole bitch, she was Zach's baby mama, his weak spot. The one thing he still cared about despite having three other kids by two other different broads.
And for the past three months, I had been fucking her brains out.
At first it was just to spite him, but then I realized she could be valuable to my operation.
She knew his routines, his stash houses, his patterns.
All I had to do was keep her satisfied by giving her some pipe and sprinkling enough gifts to keep her loyal.
"I got something for you," I said, handing her the Louie bag. Her eyes lit up as she opened it, pulling out the Chanel perfume I'd placed on top.
"Ohhhh Okayyyyyy, I love this baby!"
"That's not all." I nodded toward the bag. She dug deeper and found the red lace lingerie set I'd bought specifically for tonight. Her smile widened.
"You want me to put it on?"
"Hell yea, Ma" I said as I pulled her closer my hands finding her ass under the thin silk robe. "I been thinking about that pussy all day."
That wasn't a lie. I had been thinking about her ass but not like she thought.
I was thinking about how tonight's recording would be my insurance policy if things went south with this bitch ass nigga Zach.
Thinking about how easily bitches like Tiona could be bought, and how they'd betray a mufucka for some designer bags and good dick.
Tiona’s hands were working on my belt buckle, thirsty as fuck to get my dick free.
three months in and she still fucked like she was auditioning to be my main bitch in charge.
She was desperate to keep me interested in her.
And I let her think I was on her ass bad.
I let her take the lead, watching as she dropped to her knees right there in her living room.
"Let’s go to the room," I said, stopping her.
She looked up, pouting slightly. "I can't wait that long…"
I pulled her to her feet. "Man, C’mon, I wanna take my time wit’ yo’ pretty ass."
Me saying that corny shit made her smile again. Bitches like her were too easy to read, they just wanted to feel special.
Once we made it inside her bedroom, I took my time surveying the space, the dresser across from the bed gave me exactly the setup I needed.
"I gotta use the bathroom real quick," I said, grabbing the Louie bag I had brought in.
In her bathroom, I moved quickly, taking out the small camera and checking that it was working. The red light blinked twice, it was good to go. I slipped back into the bedroom while she was fixing her hair in the vanity mirror. I casually placed the bag on her dresser directly across from the bed.
When I turned around, Tiona had let her robe fall to the floor, standing naked in front of me.
Her body was a work of art, I had to give her that, she had full breasts with perfectly placed nipples, a tiny waist that curved dramatically into hips that could birth a nation, and her thighs were thick as fuck.
She had a small tattoo of Zach's name on her left hip and to me that was the only imperfection on her body, it was also a reminder of why I was really here.
"Come here," I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
She sauntered over, straddling me with practiced ease, her hands running over my chest and shoulders. "You seem tense tonight, daddy. What’s up? You got something on your mind?"
I grabbed her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. "Nah, not really, just some business shit. It ain’t nothing for you to worry about."
"You know…. Zach was tryna question me the other day" she said, her voice dropping to a whisper as her lips brushed against my ear.
"When he dropped off Teairra. Talking about he heard some shit about you and me." My grip tightened, with my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Whatchu’ tell him?" She pulled back, looking into my eyes.
"I told him he was crazy, and that I don’t give a fuck about his enemy." Her smile turned wicked. "But that's exactly what I'm doing, ain't it? Fucking his enemy, giving you all this good pussy while he out here thinking I still fuck wit’ his ass."
I had to admire her boldness, even as it confirmed what I already knew…Tiona wasn't loyal to anyone but herself. Which made what I was about to do not just necessary, but well deserved.
"You think that makes you special?" I asked, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. "That you betraying that nigga for me?"
Her eyes widened slightly, unsure if I was playing or serious. Then she decided to play along, her legs spreading wider beneath me. "I know me betraying him makes me yours," she purred. "And that's all that matters, right?"
Instead of answering, I kissed her, positioning myself between her thighs. The camera would catch everything I needed it too.
I made sure I positioned us for the best angles, making sure her face was clearly visible, making sure every "yes, daddy" and "fuck me harder" was loud enough to be picked up by the camera's microphone.
I flipped her over onto all fours, her ass high in the air, giving the camera a perfect view as I grabbed a handful of her braids and pulled her head back.
"Who you belong to?" I demanded,
"You, Sosa," she moaned, playing right into my hands. "Only you, baby."
"Not that bitch ass nigga Zach?" I growled as I pushed my dick deeper, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.
"Fuck Zach," she cried out.
By the time we were done, her makeup was smeared across her face, her body glistening with sweat, and I had everything I needed on camera.
She collapsed beside me, panting and satisfied, "That dick was good, baby," she murmured, tracing patterns on my chest. "You gotta be stressed about something, you never fuck me that hard."
I let my breathing normalize, watching her from the corner of my eye. "Nah, I’m good. I just wonder if you really fuck with a nigga or not.”
She smiled at that, pleased by the possessiveness. "You know I do. I'm all yours Baby. I been yours since that first night I met you at Club Essence."