crazy ass, filling the air with laughter. That gave Tonette the opening she needed.
“Crystal . . . damn!” she said, somberly. “I still can’t believe this shit.”
Quietness surrounded them and Monique put her hands up to her face to block out the painful memory that clouded her mind.
“It’s been almost two months and the shit still all over the streets,” Shaunna confirmed, rubbing her big belly. “What the fuck she doing carrying a gun around like it’s nothin’, anyway?”
Both Tonette and Shaunna looked at Monique.
“I don’t know what y’all looking at me for.” She smacked her lips, rolled her neck, and looked back at them with bucked eyes as big as saucers.
“Weren’t you with her?” Shaunna asked, trying to get up off the floor to sit on the couch.
“Yeah, but shit, I ain’t know what was up. We was goin’ to the show,” Monique said truthfully. “Dink’s ass called her, wanting her to make a run for him.”
“A run?”
“Yeah. Wanted her to take something to that nigga, Stoney.”
“Stoney?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck he give her?”
“Girl, I don’t know. Shit. What’s with all the questions?” Monique raised her voice.
Tonette was getting pissed that Monique was getting loud. Everyone in the crew knew that Tonette had the last word, and when she was onto something it was best to be seen and not heard. Most people would be fooled by Tonette. She had a small frame, a toffee-colored complexion, and the soft smile of an angel, with white teeth that rivaled her light-gray eyes. Even though she looked like Vanessa Williams when she wore her long, relaxed hair parted down the middle, her girls knew what was up. She could be a straight-up bitch—the devil’s liveliest advocate—and she didn’t hesitate to spew her venom on anyone who crossed her.
“What you mean you ain’t know?” Tonette challenged, looking Monique dead in the eye.
“Like I said, I ain’t know,” Monique retorted sharply. She was now pissed.
“If you ain’t know shit, why you tell the police I gave her that gun?”
“Aw shit,” Shaunna said under her breath as she looked at Monique, who stood up just in case something kicked off.
“I—I ain’t say shit!” Monique stuttered.
“You a goddamn liar!” Tonette’s herringbone chains, door-knocker earrings, and gold bangles made a symphony of noise when she quickly hopped up from the floor. “Why you tell them muthafuckas I did that? They came to my crib, searched it, and then told me not to go too far,” she yelled. Tonette was ready to kick off in Monique’s ass. This would be the test. She knew if Monique didn’t fight back, she was guilty. If she did fight back, she’d have to find out who else could have dropped the dime on her and they’d get dealt with. She knew it wasn’t Shaunna, because she had been down with her ever since the shit happened.
Tonette didn’t give Monique a chance to answer before she clocked her like a nigga, knocking her down on the floor. The two began to tumble, scream, scratch, and bite—a true catfight at its best.
“Goddammit!” Shaunna screamed when she saw that Tonette was getting the better of Monique, who was trying to fight back. Shaunna figured that Monique couldn’t defend herself the way she normally would have, considering she was still fucked up from being shot.
Shaunna maneuvered her way up off the couch and attempted to break the two girls up, all the while protecting her unborn baby. “Break this shit up, y’all!” She got in the best position she could to pull Tonette off Monique. “Damn girl, stop!” Shaunna yelled at the top of her voice. Monique took the opportunity to get off the floor when Tonette stopped trying to claw her eyes out.
“Fuck that heifer,” Tonette growled. “You wanna run your fuckin’ mouth, I’ma give you something to run it for.” She lunged at Monique again, but this time Shaunna stopped her, becoming disgusted. They all used to be so
“Crystal . . . damn!” she said, somberly. “I still can’t believe this shit.”
Quietness surrounded them and Monique put her hands up to her face to block out the painful memory that clouded her mind.
“It’s been almost two months and the shit still all over the streets,” Shaunna confirmed, rubbing her big belly. “What the fuck she doing carrying a gun around like it’s nothin’, anyway?”
Both Tonette and Shaunna looked at Monique.
“I don’t know what y’all looking at me for.” She smacked her lips, rolled her neck, and looked back at them with bucked eyes as big as saucers.
“Weren’t you with her?” Shaunna asked, trying to get up off the floor to sit on the couch.
“Yeah, but shit, I ain’t know what was up. We was goin’ to the show,” Monique said truthfully. “Dink’s ass called her, wanting her to make a run for him.”
“A run?”
“Yeah. Wanted her to take something to that nigga, Stoney.”
“Stoney?”
“Yeah.”
“What the fuck he give her?”
“Girl, I don’t know. Shit. What’s with all the questions?” Monique raised her voice.
Tonette was getting pissed that Monique was getting loud. Everyone in the crew knew that Tonette had the last word, and when she was onto something it was best to be seen and not heard. Most people would be fooled by Tonette. She had a small frame, a toffee-colored complexion, and the soft smile of an angel, with white teeth that rivaled her light-gray eyes. Even though she looked like Vanessa Williams when she wore her long, relaxed hair parted down the middle, her girls knew what was up. She could be a straight-up bitch—the devil’s liveliest advocate—and she didn’t hesitate to spew her venom on anyone who crossed her.
“What you mean you ain’t know?” Tonette challenged, looking Monique dead in the eye.
“Like I said, I ain’t know,” Monique retorted sharply. She was now pissed.
“If you ain’t know shit, why you tell the police I gave her that gun?”
“Aw shit,” Shaunna said under her breath as she looked at Monique, who stood up just in case something kicked off.
“I—I ain’t say shit!” Monique stuttered.
“You a goddamn liar!” Tonette’s herringbone chains, door-knocker earrings, and gold bangles made a symphony of noise when she quickly hopped up from the floor. “Why you tell them muthafuckas I did that? They came to my crib, searched it, and then told me not to go too far,” she yelled. Tonette was ready to kick off in Monique’s ass. This would be the test. She knew if Monique didn’t fight back, she was guilty. If she did fight back, she’d have to find out who else could have dropped the dime on her and they’d get dealt with. She knew it wasn’t Shaunna, because she had been down with her ever since the shit happened.
Tonette didn’t give Monique a chance to answer before she clocked her like a nigga, knocking her down on the floor. The two began to tumble, scream, scratch, and bite—a true catfight at its best.
“Goddammit!” Shaunna screamed when she saw that Tonette was getting the better of Monique, who was trying to fight back. Shaunna figured that Monique couldn’t defend herself the way she normally would have, considering she was still fucked up from being shot.
Shaunna maneuvered her way up off the couch and attempted to break the two girls up, all the while protecting her unborn baby. “Break this shit up, y’all!” She got in the best position she could to pull Tonette off Monique. “Damn girl, stop!” Shaunna yelled at the top of her voice. Monique took the opportunity to get off the floor when Tonette stopped trying to claw her eyes out.
“Fuck that heifer,” Tonette growled. “You wanna run your fuckin’ mouth, I’ma give you something to run it for.” She lunged at Monique again, but this time Shaunna stopped her, becoming disgusted. They all used to be so
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