Powder Blu (15 page)

I walked into my cell from rec and looked over at Joseph. He'd been acting real funny all day. I didn't pay him any attention though 'cause I'd always thought he was a moody individual. I grabbed my robe off the end of my rack, got my mush fake toiletry bag, and headed to the shower. After showering I walked back down the range. I kinda felt like Tupac 'cause all eyes were on me as I headed to my cell.

“It's some strange muthafuckas in the block,” I walked into the cell and said to Joseph.

“Oh yeah?” he replied.

“Yeah.”

I waited for Joseph to step out of the cell so I could get dressed but he didn't move.

“Can you step out, man, while I get dressed?” I asked, tired of waiting on him.

“I ain't goin' nowhere! This my cell too,” he said.

“Damn, nigga, you wanna watch me get dressed? You a fag or somethin'?” I asked, angrily.

“Do I look like a fag to you, nigga?”

I had never heard Joseph use the “N” word; he said it was degrading. “Naw, but you sure actin' like one right now,” I replied.

“Nigga, who you callin' a fag? “ Joseph said standing up from his chair.

“Look, old man, you betta g'on somewhere.” I lightly chuckled to keep from fucking this nigga up.

“What you gon' do if I don't?” Joseph provoked.

“Man, you trippin',” I said, shaking my head.

“Maybe bein' in the penitentiary wit' all you punk-ass kids got me trippin'.”

“Or maybe it's all the time the judge stroked you wit',” I joked.

“Naw, it ain't that. I really think I'm just tired of sharin' this small-ass space wit' yo' bitch-ass,” Joseph snapped.

“Well ain't nobody makin' you stay. Check ya punk-ass in, nigga,” I said, getting tired of arguing back and forth.

“I put up this front for too long when I really wanted to break yo' neck since day one.”

“You need to calm yo' ass down,” I said in a demanding tone.

“Nigga, fuck you! Make me calm down,” Joseph said walking up on me.

This nigga was really tripping. I wasn't tryin'a put my hands on this old-ass man, but at this point I didn't have no other choice.

“I don't know why Budz took so long to give me the okay to take yo' bitch-ass out!” Joseph said charging me with a shank in his hand.

“Not you too,” was the last thing I remember saying before my world went completely black.

 

 

After Joseph had stabbed me over twenty something times, the institution said I was a threat to security and transferred me out to a PC camp. I appealed it, asking how was I the one who was a threat when I was the one getting attacked all the time. The warden told me she didn't care and I had to get the fuck outta her institution; there was just too many incidents surrounding me. Those weren't her exact words but they just may have well been. They shipped me to an institution that was two hours away from home. It really didn't matter because after my mother's death, I really didn't have nobody anymore. My kids never responded to none of my letters, and if I called my baby mammas they wouldn't answer the phone, and a visit was definitely out the question. One good thing about this institution was I was in a one-man cell, but on the downside, I was locked in twenty-three hours a day, which was enough to drive any man crazy. I worked out all day in my cell, read the Bible, and continued writing my kids, praying one day they would respond. I constantly dreamed about how sweet my revenge against Budz was going to be. I knew eventually they would have to let me go whether it was two years from now or twenty. I was going home.

Budz walked into the house and I instantly got an attitude. For the most part I did good keeping myself in check, but sometimes I couldn't help myself. His whole being made me sick to my stomach. I stood up from the table, brushed past him, and headed to the kitchen to get myself something to drink.

“What's your problem?” he walked into the kitchen and asked.

“I don't have no problem,” I said, with a slight attitude.

“You know business is pickin' up like muthafucka!” Budz said excited.

“That's nice,” I said, making as little conversation as possible trying to one word his ass.

“Once we find that nigga Black and get him out the way, business will be even better.”

“You keep sayin',” I said getting ready to walk out of the kitchen.

“Where you 'bouta go?” Budz looked at me and asked.

“I'm 'bouta go get dressed. Me, Nikki, and Sierra 'bouta step out for a few,” I said.

“Did you ask me if you can go out?” Budz had the audacity to say.

“Since when do I have to start askin' you to go out? Budz, you're my man, not my dad.” I frowned.

“See that mouth of yours is what always gets you fucked up.” Budz frowned too.

“Whatever,” I said waving him off and proceeding to walk out the kitchen.

Budz ran up behind me and shoved me in the back of the head, making me stumble forward. “Bitch, I keep tellin' you over and over about yo' mouth! I ain't gon' tell you no more,” Budz said, sounding like a broken record.

“Budz, keep yo' hands off me!” I yelled as I attempted to walk into the bedroom.

“Fuck you,” he spat.

“Fuck you,” I replied.

Budz walked over to me and wrapped his hands around my neck and began choking the life out of me.

“Get off me,” I struggled to say.

“Bitch, you belong to me. I run you and I ain't gon' keep tellin' you that,” he said as he began to tighten his grip.

A few seconds later I had passed out on the floor, only to have him slap me awake. “Get yo' punk-ass up and get dressed so you can go out and shake ya' ass wit' them hood rats!” he said.

I got up off the floor, shaking my head and breathing hard. I walked into our bedroom slowly and walked over to the closet to find something to wear. I hated Budz more now than I ever had. I didn't know what had gotten into him, but he'd been putting his hands on me more and more lately. I didn't know if he was trying to prove to himself that he was a man or what, but he didn't have too many more times to be hitting me like I was his child.

“I'm out,” I heard Budz say as the front door closed.

“Good, ol' fag-ass nigga,” I said, rolling my eyes and continued searching for something to put on. I decided on a pair of Miss Me jeans, a red sheer shirt, and a pair of red Miu Miu sandals. After showering and getting dressed, I pulled my hair back into a wavy ponytail, and put on a pair of diamond studs, sprayed on someVicto-ria's Secret Very Sexy, and headed toward the door. I grabbed my keys off the coffee table and headed out to the truck.

I listened to Black's favorite R. Kelly song “12 Play” over and over on my way to Nikki's house. Twenty minutes later I pulled up in front of Nikki's house, turned the music down, and blew the horn. I watched as her and Sierra hurried out to the truck.

“What's up, bitch,” Nikki said, getting in.

“Sup,” I spoke.

“Hey, Blu,” Sierra said, before closing her door.

“Sup.”

“Where we goin' tonight?” Nikki asked.

“Ummm, let's go down to the Reggae bar and see what's poppin' off,” I suggested because I missed Black and hoped he would be there.

“Yeah, let's go. I heard it be some fine-ass niggas up in there,” Sierra said. “Maybe I can get on wit' one.”

“Bitch, you always tryin'a fuck somethin',” Nikki joked.

“She sure is.” I laughed.

“Fuck y'all,” Sierra said, pretending to have an attitude.

We all laughed as I pulled off. I was flying to the club, I wanted Black to be there so bad, plus I was lookin' good and wanted him to see me. I pulled up in front of the club and it was packed. I pulled the visor down and put some Carmex on my lips before opening the door.

“Damn, it's packed,” Nikki said, attempting to flatten down her busted-ass weave job.

“It sure is,” Sierra said, excited. We all got out of the truck and headed to the door.

“IDs please,” the guy at the door said.

We all looked at each other because none of us was old enough to get in. “We don't have no ID's,” I said.

“Well, take y'all young asses on then 'cause you ain't gettin' up in here!” he said.

“Well can you go get Black,” I said, throwing his name out there hoping that would get us in.

“Nope,” the dude said.

“Black is expectin' me,” I lied. “And you know if you don't let me in, he gon' be real mad. You might even lose your job.”

“They all say Black is expectin' them,” he said, brushing me off.

“Can you just go tell him Blu is out here?” I said, pulling a hundred dollar bill out of my purse.

“Nope.”

“Please,” I said pulling another hundred dollar bill out of my purse.

“Now we talkin'. Wait here,” he said and turned and walked away.

A few minutes later he came back to the door. “Sorry, Blu,” he said stepping to the side, letting me, Nikki, and Sierra in.

“Ummmp,” Sierra said, rolling her eyes walking in behind me.

“Girl, you a fool,” I said, laughing as we looked for an empty table to sit at.

“What you ladies drinkin'?” Black walked up behind us and asked, pointing over to an empty table.

“Give me a double shot of Hennessy with a splash of Dr. Pepper,” I answered with a smile.

Black smiled back at me. “And you ladies?” he asked Nikki and Sierra.

“I'll have a Corona,” Nikki's ghetto-ass said.

“Me too,” Sierra added.

Black shook his head, laughed, and walked away. A few minutes later, he walked back over with our drinks and set them down on the table.

“I need to borrow y'all girl for a minute,” he looked at Nikki and Sierra and said.

“It's cool; just bring her back. She our ride,” Sierra replied.

Black laughed. “I got chu. She won't be long.”

Nikki watched enviously as Black grabbed me by the hand and led me to the back of the club. I often wondered why Nikki never busted me out to Budz about me knowing Black. Nikki was jealous-hearted and vindictive, but I guess she knew better. She already knew that if she opened her mouth, I would definitely tell Budz she had been the one that hooked me and Black up, and that would be a death warrant for her as well. So at the end of the day, Nikki was fully aware keeping her mouth closed was the wise thing to do.

“You look good tonight,” Black said, pressing the button on the elevator.

“I always look good,” I teased as we stepped in.

“No doubt,” he said, licking his lips.

“You lookin' at me like you wanna eat me up,” I teased as the elevator doors opened.

“Can I?”

“When?” I asked.

“Right now,” he replied unlocking his door.

“What about my girls? They downstairs waitin' on me and you told them I wouldn't be long,” I said, not really giving a damn about Nikki or Sierra. I wanted some dick and wanted it bad!

“It won't take long. I promise,” Black said, removing his shirt.

“Black, I can't just leave them down there,” I said, horny as fuck as he began unbuckling his Marc Newson jeans.

“They gon' be cool. I told the bartender to keep their drinks flowin' so 'bout time we get back down there, they gon' be good and tipsy.” Black stepped out of his shoes and slid his jeans off. “Can I taste you?”

I watched as Black stepped out of his Calvin Klein boxers. “Yes,” I said, ready to fuck.

“Good.” Black walked over to me, picked me up, and carried me to his bedroom.

Black undressed me and quickly dove into my wetness. He had me grabbing for shit that wasn't even there. I had my box ate before but never like this. Black must have taken classes, because he was doing an exceptional job at pleasing me. He kissed his way up my stomach and slowly entered me. My body tensed up.

“Relax. I got this,” he said.

“Ummmm,” I moaned relaxing.

Black put it down. He fucked me in so many different positions it wasn't even funny. He even had me standing on my head while he fucked the shit out of me. I didn't care about the blood rushing to my head; the shit was feeling good. After sexing, he walked into the bathroom, grabbed and wet a towel and brought it out to me.

“Thanks,” I said holding out my hand for the towel.

“I got this,” he said and began washing me up.

“Okay, I never had this done before,” I said as he cleaned his juices away.

“Fuck wit' me, it's gon' be a whole buncha shit you ain't never had done before.” Black smiled and went to rinse the towel out.

After we both got dressed, I fixed my hair, finished off my drink, and headed back down to the bar. Nikki and Sierra was both giving me the stink eye. I didn't know if it was because they was drunk or jealous; whatever the reason was, I didn't give a fuck!

Ever since the night I found out Budz was gay, I'd been plotting against him and he didn't even know it. I had started getting real close with his top soldiers. I had them trusting me more than they trusted Budz. It wasn't an easy task, but I managed to fuck his right-hand man, Yogi. I then followed up with his dudes Ervin and JB. They all were afraid at first, fearing Budz would find out and kill them for crossing the line, but I promised each of them that Budz would never find out, knowing if he did he would kill them without giving it a second thought. I knew I had that good shit but damn, no pussy was worth dying over. I had each of these niggas thinking they was the only one I wanted. And just like a damn man, they all fell for it. I knew with these niggas on my side, they would be able to convince the rest of the crew to be down with me as well. If I had to fuck every one of these niggas to get what I wanted, so be it. I'd fucked niggas for a lot less.

I was sitting around the house moping because Black had asked me go to Jamaica with him and I knew I couldn't go, not without Budz being suspicious and asking me a million and one questions about where I was going.

“What's wrong wit' you?” Budz walked into the living room and asked.

“Nothin',” I replied.

“Somethin' wrong wit' you. You been sittin' around this bitch poutin' for the past two days.”

“I just need a vacation that's all,” I said.

“You do need a vacation, baby,” he said walking over to me and sitting down next to me. “You been workin' yo' ass off.”

More than you will ever know,
I thought. Fuckin' and schemin' was truly hard work.

“Look, I have to fly to Miami for a few days to meet up wit' Mr. Davenport to handle some business and I was gon' take Miguel since he 'bouta start workin' wit' us, but I wanna take you instead; you deserve it,” he said, before kissing me on the cheek.

Since when did we decide Miguel's slow-ass was gon' start workin' wit' us? And when did you start makin' executive decisions without consulting me first? You always ran decisions by me; why the change?
All these questions I wanted to ask Budz, but to avoid an argument I kept my mouth closed. I was too happy to hear this nigga was leaving to be sitting around here arguing with him. I had some packing to do. The gods was definitely on my side 'cause wit' this nigga being out of town I would be able to go to Jamaica wit' Black.

“So what's it gon' be?” he asked, smiling.

“Naw, I just wanna stay at home and relax,” I said while I was plotting and planning in my mind what outfits I was takin' to Jamaica with me.

“Okay, well here take this,” he said, peeling off five one hundred dollar bills. “Go to a day spa, get a massage, a mani and pedi or whatever else it is you women do there and just relax until I get home. I'ma call Yogi and tell him I need him to run the business for a few days while you and I are out of commission, and don't call us for shit, how that sound?”

“Awwww, baby, thank you,” I said, giving him a hug.

“You don't have to thank me. You my girl. I will go out my way to make you happy,” Budz said.

“When you comin' back?” I asked, needing to know how many days I had free to spend with Black.

“Why?” he asked, suspiciously.

“Dang, baby, I wanna surprise you wit' somethin' since you so good to me, that's all,” I lied.

“Oh, okay, that's wassup. All I want you to surprise me wit' is some head. You haven't given me any of that in a while,” he said grabbing his dick while smiling.

The thought of sucking Budz's dick instantly made me sick to my stomach. I damn near threw up on his ass. He was right, it had been awhile; and was gon' be even longer. What the fuck I look like sucking on this nigga's dick knowing he be sticking it in my brother's nasty ass? This nigga had me fucked up!

“I got you,” I lied.

“My baby,” he said, giving me another kiss on the cheek before standing up. “I'm 'bouta go pack; my flight leaves in a few hours.”

“Okay,” I said as I watched him walk away.

I couldn't wait to call Black and tell him the good news about me being able to go to Jamaica with him. I was too outdone by the fact that Budz had asked me to go to Miami with him after he'd already asked Miguel to go first. How dare he? I played second to none. I was the boss bitch and I always came first. He might not have known now, but I guaranteed he'd find out soon enough!