he would testify against his brothers. They wanted me for years. I was lethal like the virus and had more bodies than a southern cemetery. I lived reckless, but lived smart. Soul had refused the DA’s offer and even spit in his face for the offer. Soul was willing to ride out his time. I had much love for my nigga.
Navigating my truck down Rockaway Blvd, I stopped at a local bodega for a beef and cheese patty. It was reaching midnight soon. Four young niggas that were hanging out in front smoking and rolling dice gave me the nod of respect, knowing who I was and how fierce my reputation rang in the streets.
I wasn’t alone. My 357 was tucked safely and concealed in the small of my back. I wore jewels with five-thousand cash bulging in my pockets and knew no one had the balls to step to me. I murdered many niggas coming up in this game and with the Jamaicans backing me and becoming my number one supplier, we quickly put the competition out. I was king of Queens.
Outside the bodega, I strolled confidently to my truck and quickly devoured my patty. Fifty Cent played and I turned up the volume to Many Men. My system blared and the young niggas bobbed to the bass, admiring my truck.
I was on my way to link up with Greasy at a spot on Linden Blvd. It was a good day. I had sent a message to Tiny—several of his men were now permanently resting in the morgue. I had to watch my back. This was war and I was a veteran on these streets. Soul was finally home and knowing that made my crew not only stronger but deadlier.
9
Let our hearts be one knot, Tightly locked,
Let no keys unlock our trust, Unlock our love,
Unlock whatever anyone opposes…
America
“I is married now… I is married now,” I joked, imitating Shug Avery from the Color Purple.
Omar laughed at me as he carried me across the threshold into our suite at the Marriot. We were in downtown Brooklyn where we booked a room for the night. Going back to the apartment after our ceremony was a bit too ghetto for our taste. I wanted my first night as a married woman to be romantic. So I charged the two hundred and forty dollars a night suite to my visa.
Inside the room, we both looked around in awe. There was premium bedding, two flat screens, one in the bedroom and one in the open room, a mini bar, blackout drapes; the bathroom was bedecked with a hot tub and marble floors, granite countertops, and gold faucets.
“This is perfect indeed,” Omar said, putting me back on my feet.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed my husband, excited about our quick one night honeymoon. It wasn’t the Bahamas or Hawaii, but it was cool. Soon the bellman came to drop-off our two overnight bags. Omar tipped him a twenty and he left with a smile on his face.
I picked up my small duffle bag and said, “Give me fifteen minutes, baby. I gotta look right for you on our first night as a married couple.”
“All you need to do is come out that bathroom naked, and I’m good.”
I slowly peeled off my dress and hung it on the back of the door. I washed up, then oiled myself down from head to toe, and sprayed some Eternity on me. I then slipped into a bright red stretch lace slip, with scalloped edging and a derriere-skimming length, with the matching thong on. And to top it off, I put on some hooker shoes, which were bright red five-inch stilettos.
I stepped out the bathroom and the lights were still on. Omar was shirtless, in his boxers, lounging on the bed watching TV. The remote fell out of his hand and his mouth dropped opened when he saw me.
“Damn!”
I turned off the lights and approached him seductively. Picking up the
remote, I turned off the television.
“Tonight the only thing you’ll be looking at is me.”
He positioned himself comfortable on the bed, and I slowly removed his boxers.
“Damn, you look good, baby,” he said, with his dick hardening in my grip. He moaned as I stroked him gently, massaging the muscles in his dick like a
Navigating my truck down Rockaway Blvd, I stopped at a local bodega for a beef and cheese patty. It was reaching midnight soon. Four young niggas that were hanging out in front smoking and rolling dice gave me the nod of respect, knowing who I was and how fierce my reputation rang in the streets.
I wasn’t alone. My 357 was tucked safely and concealed in the small of my back. I wore jewels with five-thousand cash bulging in my pockets and knew no one had the balls to step to me. I murdered many niggas coming up in this game and with the Jamaicans backing me and becoming my number one supplier, we quickly put the competition out. I was king of Queens.
Outside the bodega, I strolled confidently to my truck and quickly devoured my patty. Fifty Cent played and I turned up the volume to Many Men. My system blared and the young niggas bobbed to the bass, admiring my truck.
I was on my way to link up with Greasy at a spot on Linden Blvd. It was a good day. I had sent a message to Tiny—several of his men were now permanently resting in the morgue. I had to watch my back. This was war and I was a veteran on these streets. Soul was finally home and knowing that made my crew not only stronger but deadlier.
9
Let our hearts be one knot, Tightly locked,
Let no keys unlock our trust, Unlock our love,
Unlock whatever anyone opposes…
America
“I is married now… I is married now,” I joked, imitating Shug Avery from the Color Purple.
Omar laughed at me as he carried me across the threshold into our suite at the Marriot. We were in downtown Brooklyn where we booked a room for the night. Going back to the apartment after our ceremony was a bit too ghetto for our taste. I wanted my first night as a married woman to be romantic. So I charged the two hundred and forty dollars a night suite to my visa.
Inside the room, we both looked around in awe. There was premium bedding, two flat screens, one in the bedroom and one in the open room, a mini bar, blackout drapes; the bathroom was bedecked with a hot tub and marble floors, granite countertops, and gold faucets.
“This is perfect indeed,” Omar said, putting me back on my feet.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed my husband, excited about our quick one night honeymoon. It wasn’t the Bahamas or Hawaii, but it was cool. Soon the bellman came to drop-off our two overnight bags. Omar tipped him a twenty and he left with a smile on his face.
I picked up my small duffle bag and said, “Give me fifteen minutes, baby. I gotta look right for you on our first night as a married couple.”
“All you need to do is come out that bathroom naked, and I’m good.”
I slowly peeled off my dress and hung it on the back of the door. I washed up, then oiled myself down from head to toe, and sprayed some Eternity on me. I then slipped into a bright red stretch lace slip, with scalloped edging and a derriere-skimming length, with the matching thong on. And to top it off, I put on some hooker shoes, which were bright red five-inch stilettos.
I stepped out the bathroom and the lights were still on. Omar was shirtless, in his boxers, lounging on the bed watching TV. The remote fell out of his hand and his mouth dropped opened when he saw me.
“Damn!”
I turned off the lights and approached him seductively. Picking up the
remote, I turned off the television.
“Tonight the only thing you’ll be looking at is me.”
He positioned himself comfortable on the bed, and I slowly removed his boxers.
“Damn, you look good, baby,” he said, with his dick hardening in my grip. He moaned as I stroked him gently, massaging the muscles in his dick like a
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