Hood Misfits, Volume 1 (7 page)

Sliding both hands on the thighs of the two broads all on me, I gave him a wide grin, not saying a thing, all the while my mind on some other shit.

Dame's house was falling down all around him. His shit was beyond weak now, and too many niggas were turning on him. Nigga's law was slowly washing away in the streets. This meant that any of us that was his hands in the street was going to catching some shit too.

“Get off that slow-ass nigga. He can't handle no bitches like you two. You two should be over here. All of you should.” Dough Boy smirked, rubbing his hands together.

I only laughed when the two ignored him and slid down my body to let me out. I knew they heard about me because one whispered so in my ear. They wanted to see if my dick was true to the game. I wasn't going to tell them now. Fuck I look like? So I let them see.

Dough Boy narrowed his eyes at me and walked off, pulling a couple of broads with him. There was going to be some problems if Dough Boy disrespected any of Armando's dolls like he loved to do to Dame's broads.

I swear I caught the nigga one day getting his dick sucked by some nigga on the street. It wasn't shit to me. If he liked to do that, then do that, but don't get pissed at me because your lame ass is gay. He still was a lame-ass nigga, and I planned on letting him know just that real soon.

 

 

Right now, my dick was being swallowed as I pushed the chocolate dime down on her back. Spreading her legs wide, I tilted my head to the side just to see if she had a pussy that smiled, and sure enough, that tongue was poking out at me asking me to suck and lick it, which I did. Her cream tasted like Henny and sugar. Damn, she was tasty! I wasn't down with drinking personally, but I had tasted some before, and right now, this dime had me thirsty.

The way she worked her hips against my mouth had my dick staying hard as the pretty caramel drop stayed sucking me off.

Caramel momma moaned, licking my dick on the side, playing with my nuts, like she was in heaven. She squeezed my tip in a way that had me bucking. Never had some shit done like this one was doing me. When she parted her pretty thighs, pulling up her skirt, I moved my mouth off my Chocolate Kisses slit and turned my head to look at the bare, golden pussy in front of me. This dime was glistening. And I liked that she had a condom in her hand rolling in on my sensitive dick while sliding me inside her.

My mouth dropped open in a “Whoa!” the moment she swallowed me deep. Her pussy was still tight, and the way she gripped my locks let me know she was digging the way I filled her up. I grunted and dug my hips upward, shifting some, to go back to sucking off the chocolate pussy that was tugging on me to make her come again.

Later, I was definitely thanking Armando for his gifts. The sound of me slapping the Jell-O-soft ass on top of me had both broads giggling.

Damn! A simple nigga would be lost in all this glory, but trust, I wasn't.

Though everything was damn good, I still was checking Dough Boy. He had pushed his broads in a corner and was fuckin' them off. Every time they tried to turn to ride him, he flipped them and rimmed they ass. Some made it work for them by bouncing that shit back and letting it slap against his thighs. The others, you could tell, were not into that type of fuckin' by how rigid they got. Dough Boy was a fucked-up nigga.

An hour later, we both ended up back at Dame's. I was happy to get that nigga outta my ride as I drove off.

I headed out of the hood to switch my ride off with a low-riding caddy I had fixed up that was in the garage my pop's used to own, which fell to me. I only trusted Big Jake to be there. He lived in the loft and wanted to open a car shop there, which I was down for. You always had to have a plan B in the game. I learned that from some of the OGs in the street, and ours would be that shop which we'd run under different names.

 

 

Back at Dame's, I walked into the mansion fresh from my shower. I rubbed my jaw and smiled as some of his broads giggled and flirted with me. They said they liked that I was growing a beard. I had just gotten lined up, so it was real nice.

I smacked plenty of asses, my way of saying thank you, while they commented on my dark baggy jeans, grey hoodie shirt, and the black jacket I sported over it.

My locks spilled around my face, and one of the chicks stopped me to quickly pull it back and braid it. I knew immediately that it was Gina. I saw in one hand that she had a plastic bag with Band-Aid, and a first-aid kit.

Must be for li'l shawty.
The fact that I saw gauzes too made my jaw clench.
Dame must have really went in on her.
“Thank you, baby,” I muttered low.

See, she was about one of the only few chicks I really said anything to. The rest, I grinned and let them feel like I was checking for them.

Gina gave a childlike giggle and walked away to the right of me, heading down the hallway. I chuckled when her walk became sexier, and she made her plump ass switch when Big Jake stepped into view.

I knew since day one of Gina being brought here that she was feeling Big Jake. He had been nice to her, so nice, that Dame didn't even know that he popped her cherry just so she could have something special before he ruined her.

Yeah, sometimes shit had to go that way just to protect some dimes. Too many of our women were being lost in the game to muthafuckas like Dame and Armando. Made to go crazy and lose their thrones, forgetting that they were queens. My mom and pops used to school me on that all of the time, and now I was living it every day. Just how shit went.

I headed up to Dame's. I knocked on the door and waited. Nigga liked to be extra a lot of the time and have us waiting for up to twenty minutes.

Luckily for me, Dough Boy was rocking out of the room with a grin on his face, and Sasha was following him. Bitch looked like she had swallowed some sour dick.

I inwardly laughed. That meant Dame had gifted her to Dough Boy and she was 'bout to get rimmed in.

“Damn, Trigga! Fuck you looking at dee-a-dee ass?” Dough Boy bucked at me then stood back laughing and grabbing my hand to give me dap. “Just playing, little nigga. Took you long enough. Might want to holla at the Boss quickly. He got shit to do. One.”

Sasha's rusty laughter flowed over Dough Boy's shoulder.

I cut my eyes at both of them and sucked my teeth.

Dough Boy yanked hard on Sasha's hand, making her stumble while she turned to follow him. “Come on,” he barked, and she flipped her dried blonde husked weave over her shoulder and tried to switch in a pair of plastic clear stripper shoes.

Ho was only twenty-five, but the bitch looked sixty.
Fuckin' shame.

I knocked on the door again and heard Dame yell to me, “Yeah.”

After pushing in, I closed the door and moved to stand in front of Dame's desk. He sat bowed forward rubbing his temples. Paper, money in envelopes, blunts, dust, and other shit was spread out everywhere. I checked that his hazel eyes were dark and bloodshot. His Caesar cut was looking raggedy, and he sat wearing jeans with a beater, something he typically didn't do much of. Nigga looked like his kingdom was falling. Guess he finally was waking up.

“What do you want, Trigga?” he asked, without looking up at me. “You got some more intel for me?”

I had a lot on my mind, and everything that was going down now had me stepping to the big boss. “Yeah, look. I think it's time you start cleaning house. Your kingdom is falling, Bossman. Everyone in the street is talking shit about you and yours, and we all starting to get disrespected.”

Pausing, I balled my fists at my side, making sure to stay on guard just in case this nigga tried to pop me.

Dame slid back in his chair, locking eyes on me. His large hand laid on top of the gun that was in front of him then he moved it to pull out a piece of paper and threw it at me.

“You think I'm stupid? I got eyes everywhere, nigga. I know and I trust your word since day one of raising you. So what else new you got to tell me?”

Licking my lips, I relaxed enough to cross my arms over my chest. It was true. Since coming into his house, I had started from the bottom and got to where I was now by being schooled by him. So, the fact that he trusted me showed that he knew my loyalty was bond.

“The LKs keep trying to get at me,” I told him. “And I think they already got your nigga. You know me, I mean no disrespect, but fuck it! I'm about loyalty, so that shit that's going on ain't cool, because it's affecting your house and those still loyal to you, man. I know you see it. Some of these new niggas you got are lame as fuck and not strong to hold down this camp. You need to clean house.”

Dame sat in silence, his neck tense with nerves, his vessels bulking out. The moment his fingers clenched the surface of his desk, I swiftly moved out the way as it went flying.

“Get your Glocks ready!” he roared out loud. “Like you said, it's time for a shakeup.” He kicked the desk and smashed a glass door with his chair.

Seven days I'd been in that place. The welt on my face was going down.

I was locked in Gina's room. She took care of me. I didn't know what I would have done without that girl. Yeah, she was dense as fuck, but she had proved to be smarter than me. She was surviving, and I was barely living after Dame damn-near beat me to death. Once she had nursed me back to consciousness, she had been with me nonstop. She brought me food and even picked up the two teeth Dame had knocked out and saved them for me. I laughed at it. I didn't know why she'd done that, but I thanked her anyway.

I stood and looked at my body in her full-length mirror. There I was, sixteen with no parents. I was thankful my skin was dark; otherwise the bruises and cuts would have looked much worse. I had some cuts under my breasts from where I had put the razors, and my full, thick chocolate thighs had lumps of welts all over them, front and back.

First time Gina had gotten me into the shower and turned the water on, I screamed like hell. Shit burned me. Then she put some shit she called turpentine on me along with alcohol and peroxide. I think she got a kick out of having a real life doll. She even trimmed my pussy then waxed it too. Removed all the hair from my whole body. It probably would have hurt if I hadn't been out of my mind during it.

She had said a few of the niggas I'd cut was hoping Dame let them have another go at me.

My eyes watered and glazed over as I stared at myself. I missed my mama and my daddy so much. I cried a lot at night. I was always scared I was going to have to fight again. I was tired of fighting.

I just wanted my old life back. I wanted my old friends. I wanted to go to school again. I wanted to read my books and pretend I could be a writer one day. I wanted to dress in my fresh gear and roam the mall with my bestie, Dominique.

Fresh tears rolled down my cheeks as Gina walked in.

“Hey, Ray-Ray. Good, you up. Daddy talking to that nigga Trigga about cleaning house. They took some niggas from the house to the middle of street and capped 'em. You better hope he let you stay here. He selling bitches to that big Magilla Gorilla, Rick Ross-looking mu'fuckin' pimp. You think Daddy bad? You ain't seen shit. You'd be dead by now, fuckin' with that silver-back, ape-looking nigga.”

I couldn't say anything. I didn't have anything left to say, really.

“You hear me, Ray-Ray? Say something.”

“I hear ya.”

“You need to let me give you something to take the pain away again. You like the way that pill I gave you made you feel, right?”

I nodded.

After she'd got me awake, I was in so much pain, she gave me this off-white pill she called a molly. I took it. I would have taken anything to get rid of the pain.

“Don't hate me later for it, okay? But you my girl, and I gotta take care of you 'cuz none of these bitches took care me. I got fucked up a lot.” Just as she pulled her braids back into a ponytail, a knock came at the door.

I got scared and started to cry. I was easily frightened now. I started backing away from the door. I didn't have any more fight left in me. I was sore, weak, and plain exhausted, so if they were coming for me, I was fucked in more ways than one.

“Who?” Gina leaned an ear against the door.

Whoever it was didn't respond. They just knocked another three times in a rhythm.

Gina started giggling and then opened the door.

“It's just Trigga. You safe, Ray-Ray,” she said as she opened the door.

Trigga came walking in with three Happy Meals bags. She squealed like the kid she was at heart.

“Did you get me the little doll toys like I asked for, Trigga? Last time you didn't. Mess up my collection.”

“Yeah, shit should be straight,” his deep voice assured her.

I looked on, but for some reason, I didn't want him to look at me. I slowly pulled the comforter from the bed and covered myself. For the first time, I really looked at him. Short locks, tall, and stocky, he was built like he could run a football or track. Light honey-like eyes that looked like they had been lined with Kohl liner, and skin was brown with a red tint, like red clay. He had nice lips. Lips that looked like they could kiss my shame and pain away.

I wondered, if things had been different, if we could have met in a different time and place. He was fine, reminded me of a Prince Charming, if the Prince had been a killer. He was young too. I wondered how young, but couldn't really tell. All I knew was that he was a killer. Gina said I couldn't kill him, but I wondered if I could make him kill me.

When his eyes turned to look at me, I looked down at the shining hardwood floor. I pretended to find the lines in the hardwood interesting as Gina frantically searched through her Happy Meal bags. She was happy about her miniature dolls.

“Thank you, Trigga. Big Jake still here?”

“Yeah, my nigga in Dame office.”

“You think he gon' come see me?”

I looked up in time to see Trigga smirk as he walked out the door. Gina giggled then started opening the plastic bag around her little dolls.

 

 

A few hours later, after Gina had dressed me in all red, I sat on her bed as she combed my hair.

“You gotta go in there and let Daddy know he can't give you away. Gotta give him some of that ripe pussy. Daddy loves new shit. And he loves new pussy. You know you still kinda lucky. He ain't fuck you yet. His dick kinda like super big, so it's gon' hurt 'cuz you ain't never had no dick. So like this molly gon' help you get in the groove of thangs. You yet wanna live, don'tcha?”

I just nodded. My head was airy. I didn't know if I wanted to live or not, but that pill she had given me just made me float away.

“Yeah, I want to live.”

“And you want to stay here with me, right?”

I nodded again. “Yeah.”

“Then listen to what I'm telling you. Just go in there and act like you wanna stay. Make Daddy feel good. I knows it's fucked up, but it's the only way you gon' stay, and it would get that bitch Sasha good. She think she run shit 'cuz Daddy say she his bottom bitch, but she been pissing him off a lot. So you squeeze in there and claim the throne. He down 'cuz now niggas turning on him, talking mad grimy 'bout him in the street. So what you gotta do, since yo' mama and daddy started this shit, is act like you wanna make it right.”

She started humming as she brushed my hair some more.

I heard what she was saying, and although I was floating, my head in the clouds, I knew she was right. It was time I started to play it smart. If I wanted to get out of here alive, I had to start fighting with my head.

After she finished, she handed me another pill for later just in case this one wore off. “And drink some of that liquor he got, if you want to. That helps too. I know you wanna body these niggas, and you gon' get yo' chance 'cuz I'ma help you,” she whispered then smiled wide.

I looked at her, and she nodded again with wide eyes.

“What?”

“I'ma help you I said, but first we gotta get you on good terms with the devil.”

After she said that, she took my hand and rushed me out the door. My heels clacked the floor loudly as she led me down the long corridor over the extravagant banister, until we reached the left side of the house where Dame's quarters were located.

Niggas were looking up at me, making catcalls. A few said they couldn't wait to fuck me up like I did them. I stored that in the back of my head to always watch my back.

I looked at the large double doors that led to Dame's bedroom.

“He still talking shit wit' Trigga, but be in his room waiting on him. They been in the streets killing niggas. I mean, when Dame goes into the street to handle shit like that with Trigga, it's bad. I hate to say this, but yo' mama was a master ho, so you need to tap into some of that shit and save yo' ass.”

Gina kissed my lips softly. She'd done that a lot over the last couple of days. She'd kissed and touched me. I hated to admit that I'd felt something when she did. I liked the way she kissed me. I didn't feel as if I wanted to die afterwards either, like I knew I was going to feel after Dame touched me.

“Now go,” she said to me.

I was moving by rote. Something—maybe I was possessed—allowed me to push that door to his room open. I walked in and cringed, and my body started to shiver. Somebody must have cleaned my blood from his marble floor. His big California king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room against the wall. The thick solid-oak bed had four pillars with the initials DOA carved into them, as did the headboard.

Double stained glass doors led to an outside balcony, and there was another set of double doors that, I was sure, led to a closet. I could look straight ahead on my left and see the enormous bathroom. But what stood out the most was, his room was spotless. There was not even a strand of hair lying around.

I slowly walked across the room and sat on the bed. There was a small bookstand there. On top sat a bottle of brown liquor. I wondered if I should take a shot of whatever it was. I didn't know what else to think about other than what was about to happen to me. The effects of the pill kept me going in and out of sanity.

By the time Dame got to his room that night, I was asleep in his bed. He woke me up by slapping a hard hand across my already bruised and sore thighs. I was scared, so by habit I woke up swinging. He caught both my wrists and slung me to the floor. His bed sat really high up so that fall was a long way down for me. My hair slug around and covered my face as I groaned out and sat up.

Dame picked up a cigar and sat on a chair he had placed at the foot of the bed. “Why the fuck you in my bed?” he asked then crossed his leg, one ankle across his jean-clad thigh.

Somebody's blood was on his face, neck, chest, and shirt. And blood was on his shoes that were covered in a blue plastic thing. It looked like a shower cap for shoes. This nigga had just come from killing somebody. I wasn't about to become his next victim. So I put that urge, the need to kill that bitch nigga, to the side.

You gotta survive, Ray-Ray. Do what you gotta do to survive.
My mama was in my head again. For a while I just sat where he had tossed me and looked up at him.

A gun lay in his lap, and on the side of him was a bloody machete.

My heart jumped to my throat. His eyes held no emotion. They told me that one wrong move and I was going to go missing. I didn't want to go missing. That made me wonder if the police were even looking for me. Had they found my parents yet? Dame was usually a suave man, always kept himself up, clean-shaven face, and his haircut was always fresh. But today he looked like a madman. His hazel eyes stayed locked on mine, as one hand played with the cigar and the other lay atop the gun on his lap.

Gina's voice played in my head.
“Show him you want to live.”

I slowly stood then walked over him. The red lace thigh-high dress I had on was really just a piece of fabric. The
V
-cut came all the way down past my navel. Breasts were about to pop out anyway, so I pulled the straps down to reveal them. Niggas like him didn't care about the bruises that decorated my body.

I kicked the little dress off and then stood in only the red thongs and six-inch heels. He didn't make a move. Didn't even look fazed. His eyes raked over my body without him moving his head. From top to bottom he looked at me.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I wanted to flinch but wasn't fool enough to do so at that point. I was still scared as fuck. Didn't know what the crazy nigga was about to do. My eyes closed, and I stopped breathing when I heard him move. The click I heard let me know that he had the gun cocked. He would have shot me had I done some crazy shit like before.

My breathing got even more uneven when I felt him stand directly behind me. He moved my long hair to the side and ran a hand over my shoulder then his nose alongside my neck.

I slyly raised my hand and popped the other pill, just so my nerves wouldn't betray me. I was prepared for whatever, as long as he just got the shit over with.

To my surprise, he turned and walked away. I saw him go to the bathroom, gun still in hand. That crazy part of me, the part that didn't give a fuck about living, told me to pick up the machete and go after him. But that part of me that wanted to see life outside of these walls told me not to be so stupid, he would shoot me before I even picked it up.

I sat there half-naked on his bed for another thirty minutes as he showered in the bathroom. When he called my name and ordered me into the bathroom, the pill had me walking on air. I walked in and found him standing in the shower. His back was to the closed glass doors, and I could see he had the letters DOA tatted on his back. That was what it felt like since I had walked into the house—dead on fuckin' arrival.

The shower was different than any I had ever seen. Instead of the water coming from a shower head, it came from the walls. I didn't wait for him to tell me to step into the shower, I just pulled my thong off and got in.

I had to admit that I stared at his body for a minute. I ain't ever seen a man naked before in person, not a grown man. I had seen it online though. And my bestie had showed me pictures of her boyfriend's dick on her phone. So I was a virgin in every sense of the word. My mama and my daddy, not wanting me to be like them, had told me to save myself for marriage.

Dame's body looked like it belonged on a poster in the gym. Every muscle was where it was supposed to be, with a few extra ones just because. My eyes traveled from his chest down to his abs and then widened when I saw his dick. Shit wasn't even hard, but I knew it wasn't gonna fit in me.