Family Over Everything (14 page)

“Yes,” they said in unison.

“W
ho's this nigga?” Menace's brother, Troy, asked, glancing at Deion as he walked into the empty kitchen.

“That's Deion's twin, dickhead. Remember him?” Menace asked, slapping Troy in the back of his head.

“Oh shit, I remember him. What's up, nigga?” Troy said, giving Deion a hand dap as he took a seat.

Deion, Day'onne, Troy, and Menace were all seated around a table in one of their many drug houses up Northview. In front of them were stacks of uncut cocaine and heroin bricks.

“What are those?” Deion asked, pointing at the bricks.

All three men looked at Deion as if he was stupid before bursting into hysterical laughter.

“Nigga, how are you going to write a book on hustling when you don't even know what bricks look like?” Menace laughed.

“Man, forget all of y'all! Let's get this shit over with!” Deion spat.

“Alright, Deion, these are cocaine and heroin bricks,” Day'onne said, holding one in his hand. “This is how we make our money.”

“I know that. I'm not stupid, man,” Deion retorted, cutting his eyes at Day'onne.

“Listen. I'm going to show you how to cut, cook, and bag all of this.”

“Why though? This doesn't have anything to do with handling Jewels! And don't them naked-ass females do that for you?”

“Would you shut the fuck up and listen? Yeah, I want you to help me with Jewels but I want to put you down with this shit, too. I'm telling you, bro; this shit here will make you rich by the time you twenty-five. Now, chill, sit back, and learn.”

“Alright; go head, man,” Deion said as he watched Day'onne take a box cutter and opened the brick.

“Before you begin to cut, taste it and make sure it's the right product. Sometimes them Cubans be trying to get over on niggas, so always taste it. All you do is take a little bit of cocaine on your pinky, run it against your gums, and if it numb up, you all good,” Day'onne stressed.

Deion nodded as he watched his brother continue.

“Next, take a small shank or anything sharp and cut the chunks of cocaine into small piles.”

With every move he made, Deion continued to watch closely, making mental notes of what Day'onne was teaching him.

Day'onne, Menace, and Troy spent the next couple of days training Deion on how to become a certified street hustler. Deion wasn't into the street life and it was almost like pulling teeth trying to get him to listen. But, in a matter of four weeks, all three men were confident enough that he was ready for the streets and to start making that money.

When Deion walked into their main stash house one day wearing a navy blue Puma jogging suit with the matching shoes, Day'onne couldn't help but smile.

“Damn, nigga! Look at you! Finally looking like one of us. Glad you decided to put down them business suits!” Day'onne laughed and gave his brother a hug.

“You already know, nigga!” Deion smiled.

“Alright, all you need is some good pussy, now. That's why I brought you somebody I know you'd love to fuck, then duck,” Day'onne said, snapping his fingers.

Deion's heart slammed into his chest when a beautiful redbone walk out of the next room. Looking into her familiar gray eyes, Deion couldn't help but smile.

“Shay? Is that you?”

“Yes, what's up, baby?” Shay smiled before giving him a tight hug.

Dressed in a pair of skintight skinny jeans, a white baby tee, and black stilettos, she licked her lips seductively as she stared at Deion. Day'onne, who hadn't forgotten about how Deion always had a crush on Shay, knew she could be the finishing touch on turning Deion into a real street hustler.

“You want to go out to eat or something?” Deion asked.

“Man, fuck that soft shit! Take that bitch to your spot and fuck her brains out!” Day'onne said, cruelly.

Shay cut her eyes at Day'onne. She held her hand out to Deion. “Sure, I'd love to go out.”

Taking her by her hand, he led her out of the stash house and they were on their way.

“So what have you been up to since we graduated from high school?” Deion asked as he pulled Shay's seat out for her.

He had taken her to a fancy French restaurant on the Eastside she would enjoy. Taking a seat and picking up the menu, she said, “Um, I didn't graduate from high school.”

“Oh, why didn't you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“School wasn't for me. I was dealing with a lot of shit, so I said fuck it.” She shrugged. “But what about you? I heard you published a book? What publisher published it?”

Deion smiled. “Yeah, I wrote a book and no one did. I self-published it.”

“That's good! How much money did you make off of it? I know you're making money off that shit!” she yelled obnoxiously.

Deion cleared his throat as a few couples turned and glanced at them.

“Fuck is they looking at? They all racist and shit!” Shay said, twisting her mouth up.

After ordering their food and watching Shay devour it all as if she hadn't eaten in days, Deion was finally ready to go.

“You want me to take you home?” he asked as they hopped into his BMW.

“No, why don't you take me to your place and fuck me?” Shay purred.

“No, I'm cool. I don't do that to females; you got me mixed up with Day'onne. I'll take you home.”

Gripped with embarrassment, Shay folded her arms under her breasts and remained quiet the rest of the ride home. When he arrived in front of her apartment up Northview, Deion gave her a soft kiss on her cheek and watched as she hopped out of his car in anger.

“Boy, what do you have on?” Ms. Younger asked when Deion walked through her front door.

Seeing his pants sagging, exposing his Calvin Klein boxers, her pink lips dropped in shock.

“Clothes, Ma. You like it?” Deion laughed, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips.

“No, you look like one of them hood boys! Pull them pants up!” she yelled.

“Well, just because I'm not wearing a suit don't mean anything. I like wearing these; it's cool, Ma! Day'onne ha—”

“Day'onne? What about him?” she asked, cutting him off.

“I was just with him and—”

“Why were you with him? He's nothing but trouble!”

“Would you let me talk? You're the one that told me to talk to him anyways! He's cool, Ma. He was teaching me a few things.”

“When I said that, I didn't mean go change yourself. Look at you, walking in here with your pants sagging! You are a gentleman; Melissa taught you better than that. And what has Day'onne taught you?”

“Damn, would you fucking chill? Like you've said before, Day'onne is my family and I have to have his back. Don't worry, Ma, I got this,” Deion assured her.

“Would I ‘fucking chill?' Look how you're talking to me! You have this book to worry about so watch what you get yourself into, Deion! I just want the best for you.”

“Man, fuck that book! You told me that I need to be there for my family and now that I am, you talking about this book. Which one is it, man?” Deion yelled, startling Ms. Younger.

Smacking him across his face, Ms. Younger pointed her freshly manicured nails toward her front door. “Get your ass out of my house and don't come back until the Deion I truly know is back!”

Deion flared his nose in anger as he walked out her front door.

“T
ake a seat, I want to school y'all on a few things,” Sugar said, pointing toward her sofa.

Corrine, Mercedes, and Tessa nodded before taking a seat and staring up at Sugar. They all appeared nervous and anxious as they waited for their lesson.

“Like before, I'm warning y'all, this business is very dangerous. Y'all will be in those streets day in and out, so y'all have to be safe,” Sugar said, reaching into her purse and removing three box cutters.

She handed them to the girls before continuing.

“If y'all ever feel like y'all are in danger, all you do is flick that button on the side up, angle the blade, and slice. Keep that on y'all twenty-four-seven, understand?”

All three girls nodded as they continued to listen.

“Okay, next thing; if any of you were ever to get arrested and the police ask you who do you work for, always tell them yourselves. As a matter of fact, don't say anything. I don't want any of those nosy ass cops in my business.

“And lastly, and on this one, I want y'all to listen; if any of you see any other bitch that work here dead in them streets, leave them there. Only do something if you see them in danger; go and help them out. Don't never, I mean
never
, call the police or nothing. Tell me and I'll handle that, understand?”

They nodded again, nervously fidgeting. They watched as Sugar stood and walked toward the steps, waving for them to follow her.

They followed her upstairs and down the hall to the last room. Entering, she indicated for them to sit down on an empty bed. Sugar leaned against the dresser and looked at them. “Are y'all virgins?” she asked.

Mercedes and Tessa quickly nodded their heads while Corrine, who hesitated at first, nodded her head yes, also.

Oh yes, they're going to be moneymakers!
Sugar thought before calling in her bottom bitch, Brainiac.

Brainiac was light-skinned with almond-shaped eyes and devastating curves. She sashayed into Sugar's bedroom dressed in a light blue, skimpy dress that accentuated her light complexion, but barely covered her ample ass.

“What's up, Sugar?” Brainiac asked in her sweet voice.

Turning toward the three girls, Sugar pointed at them and said, “Lay down straight on the bed.”

All three girls did what they were told, nervously lying down on the bed. They watched as Sugar walked into her closet and pulled out two ten-inch black, double-sided dildos.

“Alright, take off y'all clothes.”

They did what they were told, swallowing the little bit of pride they had. Sugar then instructed Mercedes to get on top of Corrine. When the teen had done so, Sugar positioned the dildo between both girls' legs.

Brainiac positioned the dildo between Tessa's legs, causing her to whimper in pain.

“What you doing, Sugar?” Mercedes whined as the head of the dildo teased her opening.

“I want y'all to practice. You fuck Corrine with this. It'll get y'all prepared.”

Mercedes nodded nervously, finally allowing the dildo to slowly penetrate her opening. All three girls winced in pain as the fake penises entered their vaginas. The pain was excruciating. A few minutes later when their painful moans didn't subside and they were running away from the dildos, Sugar ordered for them to stop as she whispered to herself, “This is going to take longer than I thought.”

After teaching the girls how to sex each other on the dildos, Sugar knew they were ready. It was five in the evening, and she had three skimpy outfits stretched out on her La-Z-Boy chair, ready for them to try them on.