Read Deception's Playground Online
Authors: Kevin Williams al-Fahim
“What kind of drink
would you like, sir?” the woman asked.
“Strawberry pop,” I
said.
“Pull to the window for
your total,” she replied.
I pulled to the window
and got my free meal and went to my little homie’s house on 26
th
and
Denver. He said he heard some niggas that Ace shot at a month ago did it. I
left after that. He didn’t sound too convinced, and neither was I.
While I was pushing
down Van Brunt, my phone rang several times. I ignored the calls. It was Tamika
and I didn’t feel like talking to her. Then OG Casa called to give his
condolences, said if he heard anything he’d let me know.
I shot out to Duece’s
to see what was up with him. I didn’t call to let him know I was on my way. I
pulled up at his house and hopped out my truck. I heard him yelling when I
approached his door.
“I already told you …
Fuck that! … look, Sonya … A’ight, whatever man, call me later,” he said.
I knocked on the door a
few seconds later. He opened the door looking surprised.
“Spade, what’s good?”
He embraced me.
I walked in and spotted
some powder on a tray, sitting on his living room table.
This nigga trippin’
,
I thought. “What’s good, my nigga?” I said.
He quickly grabbed the
cocaine off the table and took it back to his room. He came back in, rubbing
his nose, and sat down. I sat down too.
“So you fuckin’ wit’
that shit, I see.”
“I ain’t gon’ stunt.”
He gave me a weak smile. “Every now and then. That shit wit’ Ace got me on
edge.”
“Man, that shit for
street punks,” I said, and he frowned at me. “It’ll have you all off schedule,
my nigga. I been there, done that.”
“Cuzz, I really don’t
need you tellin’ me what the fuck to do,” he said in a calm but serious tone.
“You my nigga and I
love you. I’ma always keep it a hunid wit’ you.”
“I’m coo’, cuzz.”
I talked to him for a
minute longer, just to see where his head was at. He seemed like he was hiding
something but I didn’t want to assume. I didn’t mention the argument he had
with my bitch on the phone. I told him to be easy with that coke and I left.
I got a text from
Ashley and she told me they were letting Ace leave the hospital in a couple of
hours. She was taking him to his auntie’s. Her text was followed by Maria’s
text—the move went smooth. Tamika kept calling my phone also. I really didn’t
dig young females because they were too clingy. And seeing how Tamika kept
calling made me regret fucking her. I called her back to stop the excessive
calling.
“You don’t know how to
pick up yo phone?”
“I’m busy, what’s
good?”
“I need to talk to you.
Can you come over?”
“In a couple days. It’s
a lot goin’ on right now,” I said.
“Whatever. I just
wanted you to know I’m pregnant, Spade.”
“Congratulations.”
She was insulted. “By
you
!”
“Quit playin’ wit’ me,
man.”
“I’m serious, Spade.
It’s yours, daddy.”
“I’ma hit right back,”
I said. And I hung up.
***
I pulled up to Ace’s auntie’s house to
pick him up. I told him he could stay with me. His room was already furnished.
And I was barely there anyway, so he would get all the privacy he needed. I
figured I’d get him out of his auntie’s so he wouldn’t draw any heat there.
He was on the porch
smoking a blunt. When he saw me pull up, he got his crutches and stood up. It
fucked me up to see my little nigga like that. But I knew he was strong. He had
the heart of a lion.
Ashley came out with a
few suitcases and sat them on the porch. I got out of my truck and went up to
grab them.
“What’s good, bro?” I
embraced Ace.
“Same-o, same-o,” he
said. I grabbed the suitcases and headed back to my truck with them. “You need
some help, cuzz?” he joked. It was good to see his sense of humor didn’t go
anywhere.
“I got it, nigga. Is
this it?”
“Yeah, bro.”
His chick helped him
down the steps and in the truck, and he told her goodbye.
“That nigga didn’t need
no help,” I said to her.
“Whatever, Spade,” she
said. “Bye, babe.” She kissed Ace hard.
“A’ight, lil’ mama,” he
said to her.
***
“You call?” I asked.
“Yeah, I called. I was just
seeing what was up wit’ you,” Casey said.
“Out bustin’ moves.
What’s good?”
“I was just wondering,
if you weren’t busy later, could you stop by?”
“I’ll see. Let me call
you in a minute. Text me the address.”
“A’ight, Spade,” she
said excitedly.
I ain’t gon’ front, I
missed her.
I sort of felt her when she told me why
she wasn’t there for me. She couldn’t handle riding a bit. She was too young.
I was on my way to
Sonya’s house. Ace was at my crib; I told him he could invite Ashley over if he
wanted to. I really didn’t want her to know where I stayed, but I trusted Ace’s
judgment. She had been by his side since he got shot, obeying his every
command. She seemed like a real stomp-down.
It was getting kind of
late and I needed to purchase some Remy before I made it to Sonya’s. I stopped
at 7-Eleven on 107
th
Street. As I was walking into the store, a red
Monte Carlo pulled up blasting Messy Marv’s
“You
Gotta Pay Me.”
“Let me get a pint of
Remy,” I told the cashier.
Two young brothas
walked in sporting black hoodies. I noticed red ropes in their shoes, and they
both mugged me. The cashier looked nervous.
These lil’ niggas is silly,
I thought.
The cashier set the
bottle on the counter. “Will that be all, sir?”
“Yeah.” I paid him and
headed out.
Curly and Moe came out
behind me. And I noticed they didn’t buy anything.
When I got in my truck
I popped the standard clip out of my Glock and slapped the thirty-rounder in. I
started my engine and backed out. As I exited the parking lot and headed up
Blue Ridge, the Monte followed me.
I took the first left
into a residential area. So did they. I slammed on my brakes, parked and hopped
out on them, started firing immediately.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The driver tried to
reverse his whip. I kept firing.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
He smacked a parked
car.
Pussies
, I thought to myself.
I jumped in my truck
and drove off, headed to Sonya’s. Them little niggas had to be jack-boys, I
assumed.
I had to wake they game
up, though.
I made it to her house, where she and
Nicole were stretched out ass naked on the bed. The room smelled like pussy and
purp.
They were still sleeping
when I jumped out the shower. I quickly got dressed because I had to meet up
with Maria to discuss some business.
I left and jumped on
435 North. On the way there, Maria called my phone.
“I was just on the way
to yo house,” I said.
“No, Spade.” Her voice
was shaky. “Don’t come here.”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“My father knows about
us. He said he’s going to kill you.”
“Stop playin’ wit’ me,
man. Pops better sit his ass down.”
“You don’t understand,
baby,” she said just above a whisper. “He’s well connected. I gotta go.”
She hung up.
I looked at my phone
screen in disbelief. Me and that bitch were like Clyde and Bonnie. She said her
pops only wanted her to fuck with Mexicans, but damn. The man was threatening
my life. I had to find out who he was.
I re-routed and headed
to my spot. When I walked in, Ace and Ashley were watching TV, smoking
something tropical. I greeted them both and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed a
bottle of Remy and sat my ass down. I had to think.
Maria made all my
moves. Her pops was fucking with my timetable. Maybe it was a sign to go legit.
I just sat there, weighing my options. Casey called my phone but I ignored it.
She called again.
“What’s good?” I
answered. I really didn’t feel like talking.
“I’m chilling, wanting some
company.”
Hearing her voice made
me want her.
“You sure your man
won’t mind?” I asked.
“I’m single, baby.”
“Sounds good.”
“You get my text?” she
asked, referring to her address.
“I got it.”
“Well come see me. We
need to talk.” She sounded like she wanted to do something else.
“Give me a minute,” I
said.
“Okay.”
I called Ace into the
kitchen. I told him what was up with Maria and her pops. He didn’t take the
threat her pops made too lightly either. We had to re-group, so I told him to
call Duece and put him on game. I also gave him the address to Casey’s house.
“Yall back jamming,
huh?” he joked.
I told him to just do
what I asked and left. Casey stayed in Independence, Missouri.
***
“So that’s why I wasn’t
there,” she said for the hundredth time.
“I know,” I replied.
“You told me already.”
“I just want you to
believe me, Spade.”
I had arrived at her
house thirty minutes prior. She had dinner ready when I got here, and we were
just catching up. She lived in a nice two-bedroom home. Her grandfather owned a
restaurant when we were young. I guess they expanded the family business. Casey
was the co-owner of one of them. I was impressed to say the least.
“I believe you, man,” I
said back.
“Man?” She frowned.
“Chill out, lil’ homie.
Where yo bathroom at?”
“Down the hall, to the
right.”
I made my way to the
bathroom. As soon as I closed the door, I retrieved my phone that had been
vibrating. It was Tamika.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“This baby’s what’s
up,” she spat.
“Bitch, you know that ain’t
mine. Now quit callin’ my phone.”
“I got yo bitch,
pussy.” She hung up.
I shook my head in
disbelief. The nerve of these dumb ass hoes. I opened the door and there was
Casey, standing with her hands on her hips. She still looked sexy when she was
pissed.
“Who was that?” she
asked.
“Nobody,” I said,
looking down at her.
“I know we ain’t
together, but I still love you,” she said. “Don’t be callin’ no bitches in my
house, Spade.”
“Yeah, a’ight.”
I tried to walk past her
to go back to the living room. She grabbed my arm, shoved me against the wall
and stuck her tongue in my mouth. I grabbed her ass through the silk night
gown, as she grinded her pussy on my erection. Her body was still tight—just
like it was before I went to the joint.
“Mmm, I been waitin’
for this,” she said, pulling my shirt over my head. She tugged at my pants.
“Take these off.”
What seemed like a
second later, we were both naked in the hallway. She licked me from my ears
down to my waist. My dick was jumping like it had a mind of its own. She caught
it with her mouth.
“
Mmm
, damn.” She
was in her own world.
She sucked me for what
seemed like forever, then started licking my balls and playing with her pussy
at the same time. She did it so well that my knees damn near buckled. Then she
put her mouth back on my dick,
mmm
-ing and
aah
-ing while she
orally pleased me. Shortly after that she grabbed both of my ass cheeks and
tried to shove my dick down her throat. I let her stay in control for about
another ten minutes or so. Then I jumped in the driver’s seat.
We ended up on her
queen size bed. I was face deep in her pussy. Licking every inch.
“Damn, Spade … I … miss
you … yes, yes! I’m … cu … cumin’!” she cried.
I started licking her
clit while I moved my finger in and out of her asshole, which was lubricated by
the constant stream of cum and pussy juices.
She then got my face
out her pussy. “Let me ride it,” she said in a husky voice. She straddled me
and went to work. Her pussy was so tight and moist. I gripped her hips and
controlled her movement. She grabbed my wrist and put my arms back over my
head, got on the heels of her feet and bounced up and down on my dick like she
was possessed.