Bitch by Deja King

a spot called Butter. The place was sexy. I was surprised because it was a white joint with a bunch of model type looking motherfuckers. It was cool though and the food was a'ight to be a white establishment. After dinner it was still early and Nico suggested we go to the movies. But I declined. I wanted to find out everything I could about him. So we drove to the park across from St. Nicholas Ave. and just talked.
    "So, Nico, tell me about yourself."
    "What do you want to know?"
    "Everything." So Nico started from when he was a kid.
    "My father got murdered when I was thirteen. Of course he was a street nigga. He used to hustle with my best friend Ritchie's dad.
    "I've known Ritchie since I was three years old. He's like my brother. We grew up in the same projects and our mother's were best friends. After my dad got killed, shortly after, Ritchie's dad got locked up on some Federal charges and got life. With both of them gone I had to step up as the man of the house.
    "I was determined to pick up where my dad left off, which meant getting my drug hustle on. One of my dad's captains took me under his wings and molded me into the perfect solider. But hustling was embedded in my blood, so I conquered the game with rapid speed. I have that deadly combination of intellect and street smarts. I can run circles around anyone that crosses my path.
    "As I got higher up in the ranks, I tried to bring Ritchie in the mix, but he became withdrawn when his father got locked up. To make matters worse his mother got strung out on crack. Eventually it got so bad that he moved in with me and my mother, because his moms couldn't take care of him anymore. It took a few years, but Ritchie came out of his shell and we made a pact to never leave one another's side until death do us part." Nico paused and looked at me for a moment." "I can't believe I just told you all that. I don't even usually open myself up like this. But that's OK, because you are going to be my girl, I know it."
    "Why you stressin' for me to be your girl?" I was cu rious to know. It was obvious that Nico was large and in charge. He probably had bitches throwing pussy at him from every direction. So I had to know what his fascination with me was.
    "Besides the fact that you are unbelievably gorgeous, something about you is dark."
    "Dark? What the fuck?"
    Nico gave me that look. "I meant to say, `What you mean."' This cussing situation was definitely gonna be a problem, I thought to myself.
    "That same look I got in my eyes, you got it in yours. I've never met a woman or man besides my father with that look."
    "What look is that?"
    "It's a combination of many things. The average nigga wouldn't be able to handle you, but I know I can and will. We are going to do big things together."
    With the majority of niggas I fucked with, I wouldn't give them no ass until they had tricked a few G's on me first, but not with Nico. I willingly gave up the pussy that first night. It was crazy because no matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't let me get on top. That let me know he was determined to maintain control over me and our relationship. The way he put it on me, though I didn't have a problem with it. From that day on it was like that Biggie record, "Just Me And My Bitch".
    Holifihood
    eing Nico's girl was like being the First Lady. The streets bowed down to me as if I was their queen. I had to take it back to Brooklyn on a regular basis and represent my hood. See, Harlem wasn't my hood, I rep'd for BK. The first time I drove up to Boogie's spot in Nico's SL65, the place paused. They knew it was Nico's shit, and I had to be his girl to be pushing it. For everyone else who didn't know, there was no doubt in their mind I was some powerful ma'fucka's wifey.
    I loved the stares and glares I received from dealing with a kingpin. Even for the people who hated on me, they didn't have the balls to say anything to my face. Nico's reputation preceded him, and no one crossed him, and since I seemed to