Payback With Ya Life (18 page)

“You got any Coronas?”

“I believe that we do.” He handed Peanut an ashtray with several blunts in it. “I’ll be right back.”

Briggen came back carrying four Coronas in a bucket of ice. “You got it smellin’ good up in here.”

“This that purp?”

“You know it.”

“How much a pound go fo’ down here?”

“Sheeit, ’bout forty-two hunned.”

Peanut nodded as he continued to blaze it up. He kept his eyes on Briggen, trying to size him up, and ready to cut from the bullshit formalities.

“Let’s talk, maine; that’s the real reason I’m here. Let’s start with how you was able to get my sister to come to Detroit?”

Briggen took a swig of his Corona and opened another bottle for Peanut.
Uh-oh, here it goes, time for the interrogation.
“You probably didn’t know that we used to kick it before she got that job at the prison.”

“Yeah, maine, I just didn’t know who you were. I try to keep up with my sister. We all we got.”

“I saw her parked in front of my store and she was crying. I hadn’t seen her in a while. I didn’t even know that her girl had split her own wig. Anyways, I talked her into coming to my crib and just chill until she got her mind together. I even left her there by herself for a few days. I was always diggin’ her, so I was amped that she came to the crib. She told me that you really didn’t want her to go so far away, so I too started suggesting that she don’t go all the way to Cali. I was already looking at this area since I got a few cousins out here. So—”

“A few cousins, huh? You can be straight up with me. This is my sister we talkin’ about. I hustle. You hustle. You plannin’ on settin’ up shop out here? I heard muthafuckas out here be gettin’ that bread and not on no small scale.”

Briggen took a couple more swigs from his bottle of Corona. Now it was his turn to size Peanut up. It was obvious that Peanut did a little homework. But just what and how much he wanted to share with this total stranger, he didn’t know.

“I’m not settin’ up shop,” Briggen said with a straight face.

“So what’s up with my sister runnin’ one of your businesses? You puttin’ the shit in her name. I don’t want her to get caught up on no conspiracy bullshit.”

“I’m doing all I can to protect her but you know how shit can go.”

Peanut shook his head. “Wrong answer, nigga. She carryin’ your seed, and she’s the only family I got. Let her go.”

“Come again.” Briggen needed to be sure he heard him right.

“Let her go, man. You throwin’ bricks at the penitentiary for you and for her. If I’m gonna do my dirt and keep her out of harm’s way, you think I’ma let some outsider put her out there? Naw, bruh. And what about all of them chicks you got? What happens when they find out Shan is pregnant? My sister gonna be caught up in the middle of that bullshit. They already disrespected her once before. Shit, you ain’t even got them in check.”

“Hold up, my man. I let you speak real greasy to a nigga out of respect for Shan. I see you really did your homework. You got a small layout of me but please don’t disrespect me and try to tell me how to run my shit. First off, young blood, I’ve been in this game for years. My paper is real long. Selling drugs and doin’ anything else illegal for that matter is . . . well, you know what time it is. However, I’m a businessman about my bread. I am also a man in every sense of the word. What kind of nigga would I be to jeopardize my future child’s mother’s freedom?”

“Yo, but this is my family we talkin’ about.” They both pulled on the purple-filled blunts in silence. Peanut’s original intention for this visit did not include him being so overprotective of Shan. But once he got in Briggen’s presence the vibe that he gave off screamed, “Get your sister away from this nigga.” “I suggest you let her go, and I’m trying to be as nice about it as I possibly can.”

“I feel your concern and I can’t blame you. You kicked it to Shan about your feelings?” Briggen smirked.

“Naw, ain’t no need to. The last nigga she fucked with, fucked her over and now you think you gonna put her in harm’s way? I mean, give the sister a break. Like I said, I
suggest
you do me this one, tell her it ain’t going to work out and let her go.”

“Why don’t we let her make the final decision? Because you know if and when she finds out that you are trying to run her life she’s going to fuck with me just because, and end up hating you.”

“Look, nigga, I’m her brother and it’s obvious she can’t make her own decisions.”

“Hold up. Just because my brother Forever put—”

“Hey, y’all, how’s it going?” Shan asked as she and Karin stood in front of the TV. Karin sat down next to Peanut and Shan sat next to Briggen.

“What about your brother, Forever?” Karin asked, clueless as to what was going down. “How is he? I bet you he won’t even remember me. He’ll be getting out soon, right? Let him know I got something real nice set up for him.”

Everyone else in the room got quiet. Peanut was the first to try and smooth things out and hide the fact that shit was getting ready to get ugly.

“Briggen here is getting ready to show me some flicks of his
brother
, Forever.” He glanced over at Shan. She wanted to shrink to the size of a bug and crawl up under a rock. All this time she had been able to keep from him the fact that Forever and Briggen were brothers.

Briggen, as if on cue, pulled out his wallet and started flipping through it. Shan sank back into the chair. She was busted.

“Excuse me, I’ma run to the ladies’ room,” Karin said, getting up.

“This is Ma Dukes and Pops.” Briggen began explaining who everybody was. “This is Markeeta’s parents. Her moms and my pops is sister and brother.” He skipped over one of the flicks. “This is Forever’s daughter, Tameerah. This one is his wife and daughter together. This is—”

“Wait a minute. Go back to his wife,” Peanut’s voice cracked.

“Boy, go ’head,” Shan snapped, thinking that Peanut wanted to try and get with her.

Peanut slid the picture out. “This is Nyla,” he blurted out.

“Aw hell no!” Peanut stood up and began pacing the floor. Then he burst out laughing. Briggen and Shan were looking at him as if he were crazy. “Ain’t this a bitch?” He stopped and looked at the both of them. “Ain’t this a muthafuckin’ bitch!”

“You want to fill us in, bruh.” Shan was trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

“You know her?” Briggen asked.

“Know her? I’m fuckin’ her.”

“You what?” Briggen and Shan said together.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

W
oo,” Tami moaned as her fingernails dug deep into his muscled shoulders. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her thong pushed aside, and her skirt was up over her ass.

Woo had her back against the front door, pounding his nine-inch rod into her wet, hot pussy. His jeans were down around his ankles and both of his palms were gripping her firm, ripe ass as he thrust harder, wishing he could knock her back out. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she felt his dick stiffen and as each thrust got deeper and faster while grinding into her G-spot.

“Babeeee,” she stammered as the dick was feeling so good she wasn’t sure if she was talking in tongues or a foreign language.

But it was too late. “Uugghh.” Woo gritted his teeth as his knees buckled and the cum filled his dick up and then shot out like a high-speed power hose.

“You muthafucka!” she panted as she tried to clamp onto his dick. “I was gettin’ ready to cum again.” She wanted to scream as she felt his limp dick slide out. “You could have held on a little longer.” She unwrapped her legs from around his waist. He went to kiss her and she mushed him in the face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t I get a kiss?”

“Kiss my pussy, nigga. How you gonna cum before me?” She wanted to knee him in his balls.

“Unh-unh. I’m not kissin’ the set of lips that you want me to.” He pulled up his pants and boxers and slapped her on the ass.

“Why not?” she asked with an attitude saying that she was insulted.

“I told you. I don’t get down like that.”

“Nigga, please, why not?”

“Because . . . I ain’t gotta explain nothing to you, and plus you ain’t my bitch.” He began to back away from her.

“Shit, that ain’t never stopped you from hittin’ this pussy before. But I’m glad you said that. If I would have known how you was feelin’, I would have never let things go this far,” she snapped as she stormed past him and headed for the bathroom. They hadn’t been fucking for more than a month and each time they had to sneak and make it quick. They both worked for Briggen. Tami was Briggen’s main dope trafficker, and had been his girl for almost two and a half years.

“It’s a little too late to be talking about things going too far,” he yelled after her. “We done already crossed that line.”

When Woo first started flirting with Tami he was only trying to see how far she would let him go. Even though she was Briggen’s dope broad her style of hustling and how she dealt with niggas completely turned him on, and actually Woo had seen her first and pointed her out to Briggen. But as always when Briggen saw something beneficial to him he had to have it. Fuck what anybody else wanted or who he had to knock over to get it.

Tami played hard to get at first. But since she and Woo would work together every so often, shit happened and the attraction seemed to be there. They both knew that they were playing a deadly game, but that made shit more intense, the fucking that much better, the stakes that much higher and they both accepted that it was all a part of the game.

She burst out of the bathroom crying. “I swear I think he’s watching us.” She held her phone out to show him the caller ID. “This is the third time he did this.”

“Answer the phone next time. You actin’ all guilty and shit.”

“What if—”

Woo’s celly started ringing. He held up his finger to hush her up as he picked it up. “Yo, Brig, what’s up? Where you at?” He looked over at Tami.

“I’m at the club. Tami came through yet? I’ve been trying to reach her.”

“She left about an hour ago,” Woo lied easily. “She handled that and broke out.”

“She didn’t say to where?” Briggen wanted to know.

“Naw, maine, not to me she didn’t.”

“What time you want me to come through?” It was obvious to Woo that Briggen was agitated.

“Let me hit you up around four.”

“Aiight, dawg,” Briggen agreed and they both hung up.

“Tami, you gotta stay ahead of the game while you’re handling his business. You can’t be ignoring the man’s calls.”

“Woo, mind your business. He knows that I’m pissed at him. I can handle my business without him clockin’ my every move. Plus I’m not even fuckin’ with him on that level no more.”

“Then why was you just all spooked up and crying, talkin’ about he watching us? Why all of a sudden you’re so angry with him?”

“He’s foul, that’s all. He did some foul shit.”

“Oh, so you know about ole girl being pregnant?”

“What? Who’s pregnant?” The room grew dead quiet.

“Fuck,” Woo mumbled, kicking himself for allowing that to slip out.

She was now up in his face, yelling, “Who’s pregnant, Woo?”

“If you don’t know it ain’t my business to be telling you.” He turned away from her.

“Bullshit!” she screamed as she pushed him with both hands. “Who is pregnant?”

“What the fuck do you care? You just stood here and fucked me, then you tell me that you ain’t fuckin’ with him no more, that it’s all business. So why the fuck do you even care?”

“You know what? Fuck you, Woo. I’ma find out on my own. And this little fling me and you had going on is over! Revenge feels good, but I’m slippin’, fuckin’ around with you and now you tell me my nigga has put his seed in some other ho?” She started out the door and stopped. “Oh, if any of this ever gets back to Briggen”—her eyes turned into slits—“I’ma kill yo’ ass.”

He chuckled. “Bitch, you got me fucked up, talkin’ to me like I’m a lame-ass nigga. Just because you got a couple of bodies on your hands I’m supposed to be scared? You better get the fuck outta my face talkin’ stupid. Better yet, get the fuck outta my house. You stupid bitch!”

After she slammed the door, Woo locked it and headed for the shower. “She better be glad that I know that she’s just talkin’ out the side of her neck.”

Peanut was parked in a hooptie on Skye’s block watching his house. A Range Rover finally came out of the garage with Skye and the nigga that had been with him the other night. He lit a Newport and mentally went over his next move. After he was satisfied he cranked up the hooptie and pulled off.

“Can you send the next person in please?” Shan said to the inmate who was just leaving her office. It was her open-house hours and it seemed as if that line kept getting longer.

“Excuse me, Ms. McKee.” This was a young brother who looked to be no more than eighteen. “I’ve been on the waiting list for the computer class for almost six months now. Can you check and let me know how far down am I?”

“What’s your name?”

“Baron Pritchard.”

“Mr. Pritchard, I can’t even lie. The last teacher left things in a mess. And I’ve been here for almost three weeks and still haven’t put a dent in getting it all organized. As far as the waiting list is concerned, on Friday a new one will be posted. So look out for it. I did my best at piecing it back together.”

He frowned as if to say that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“How many more people are waiting to see me?”

He backed away toward the door. “It was only one left when I came in.”

“Thank goodness. I’ll see that one and that will be it for today.” She leaned back into her chair and stretched until she heard her door shut. She quickly straightened up then a scowl covered her face. “Open my door please.” Shan’s blood began to boil but her voice was very calm.

“I know I can talk to my jump-off in private.”

“Jump-off? Nigga, you got it twisted.”

“Do I? I thought the definition of a jump-off was a bitch that you fucked whenever you wanted to.” He smirked as he sat down and made himself comfortable.

“What? Am I supposed to cry? I don’t give a fuck what you call me. Because you were just a big ole bitch-ass trick to me. I got exactly what I wanted from you. Money and a good fuck. You served your purpose. My brother is out of jail and is on his feet, thanks to you. And know that your brother wifed me. My life couldn’t be better.”

“A jump-off that likes to be tossed around. I ain’t mad at that. So what’s up with the pregnancy? I don’t see no stomach so my guess is you got rid of it, which was all you had to do in the first place. Wifey will be glad to hear about that.”

Shan went into her purse and pulled out a bottle of prenatal vitamins and iron pills. She shook them in his face. “That’s where you got it wrong. I’m very much pregnant. It just so happens that I carry just like my mother. Mostly in my ass, hips, and thighs.” She set the vitamins on top of her desk directly in front of him, stood up and showed him the little bulge in her stomach. “So tell wifey she might as well welcome us to the family,” Shan said with a straight face. She was not about to let Forever off the hook that easy by letting him feel that the stress of getting the other woman pregnant was behind him. She wanted to remain a nag in the back of his mind and mess up his happy home just as he had messed up her happy life.

“That’s sad since I won’t claim the little bastard.”

“You don’t have to claim him. Your brother already has.”

“You would stoop so low as to make my brother believe that it’s his. But that’s typical of a jump-off. You haven’t even noticed that none of them bitches he fucks with have any kids? Did he tell you why?” He started laughing.

“You know what? You are a pain in the ass. I wouldn’t care if they had babies or didn’t have babies. They handle his business. He keeps me happy so I don’t care about what another bitch is doing. Besides, they all work for him.”

Forever broke into laughter again. “Damn. You dumber than I thought.” He stood up to leave, and she had a puzzled look on her face, which he was enjoying. When he got to the door he stopped and said, “And oh, I will get my money back that you took from me. I put that shit on our seed.” He winked at her and left out.

Peanut was worn out mentally and physically. Between the trip to his sister’s house, him not feeling Briggen and Shan being pregnant by this nigga. And what were the odds of his fucking Forever’s wife and Forever being Briggen’s brother? Then when he got back into town he had to go deliver and collect because his main runner was locked up. And plus, he had to see what Skye was up to. He owed that nigga some payback for the role he played in teaming up with Brianna and getting him locked up. Now he was sitting up in Nyla’s crib trying to decide how he was going to play this bitch.

Nyla looked over at him and could tell that something was on his mind. But then she was wondering if she was just paranoid. Forever had dropped a bomb on her and she had been in a fog ever since. She didn’t know what to do or what to say.

“Are you all right?” She began lightly massaging his neck.

Fuck it
, he said to himself.
I might as well get the shit over
. Then he thought about it and decided to get dirty.

“Naw, I’m real tensed. Suck my dick.”

“What?” She snapped her neck back. He had never used that tone with her before.

“Suck my dick.” He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers. He gave her a chilling look that caused her to not ask any questions and just get down on her knees with the quickness. She looked up at him then quickly averted her eyes. “C’mon, give Daddy some head.”

She grabbed his dick at the base and slowly began slobbing the head. Peanut watched her with a smirk on his face. After watching it get harder he placed both hands on her head and began fucking her face. “Suck Daddy harder,” he ordered. He was pumping her mouth lightly, feeling his dick hit the back of her throat. “I know you can swallow more than that.” He pumped faster. “Suck Daddy harder. Don’t get tired now.” He could tell that she was trying not to gag. “Breathe for Daddy,” he told her as his dick was now down her throat. He tried to push his balls in her mouth.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks as he fucked her mouth as if he had no respect or love for her. She was very glad when he pulled out.

“Look at this boy.” His dick was hard as steel. The veins were popping out and pre-cum was oozing out the head. “You did Daddy real good. Now stand up.”

She stood up slowly, looking at him, not knowing what to expect. This Peanut here was tripping. He slid her baby tee up over her head and motioned for her to take off her panties and lean over the couch. He spread her legs while admiring her ass. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her pussy. “You want this?” he teased.

“All of it,” she purred. Her nipples and pussy felt as if she had struck a match to them and it all went into flames. “Baby, put it in please,” Nyla begged. He kept rubbing it against her pussy as she tried to get on the head. “Put it . . . oh shit!” She moaned as she felt the wood bang up against her pussy walls. “Oh m-my gosh,” she kept chanting as he stroked and fucked the pussy until her body seemed as if it was going into convulsions. He pulled out, spread her ass cheeks and began to penetrate her back door.

“No! Wait!” She tried to stand up but he pulled her ass back onto his dick. “Ooow, Peanut, please wait, oh God.” He kept pushing. “You’re . . . not using . . . Vaseline, oh my God!” she screamed. “You’re hurting me.”

“You didn’t use Vaseline when you and that nigga fucked my sister in the ass, did you?”