URBAN: In Love with A Boss Nigga (15 page)

“Fine.”

“Thanks!” She skipped out and turned off the light in the living room. Back in his bedroom, Lionel shook his head.

“This girl is going to be trouble.”

Antwon ran down the steps. The junkie was two steps ahead of him, but Antwon didn’t care. The man that he was chasing was trying to rip him off. Antwon placed the drugs in his hands first, which was a rookie mistake, but this guy was a regular. Needless to say the man ran off with the drugs. Now Antwon was after him. He not only was going to snatch the drugs back, but he was going to beat him down.

Antwon always hated any signs of disrespect. It started at a young age. He was in school and a young boy bumped into him. The boy walked on.

“What? You don’t see me, nigga!” He shouted as he shoved the guy.

“My bad kid, my mind is on something else.”

“I don’t give a fuck, you apologize when you hit someone.”

“It’s not even that deep.” The young guy walked away. Antwon just punched him in his back. By the time the young man turned around, Antwon was letting off punches. When the security guards came and pulled them apart, the other boy was a bloody mess and Antwon had a sick smile on his face.

“You better stop motherfucker.” He yelled behind the druggie.

“Fuck you.” The guy held on tightly to the drugs and laughed. He didn’t think his dumb plan would work but, as he felt the vials in his fingers, he was glad that he took the chance.

“You want me to shoot your ass.?” Antwon shouted but the guy didn’t care. Antwon picked up his pace. “I’m telling you to stop for your own good! Fucking stop!” The junkie laughed again and turned back.

“Dumb bitch.” Just then was clocked out by a punch to his face. He fell to the ground and looked up. Lionel looked at him.

“Didn’t my boy tell you to ‘stop’?”

The junkie sat up. He took out the drugs from his pocket and placed it on the floor. Antwon walked in.

“Who is the dumb mothefucker know?”

“I’m sorry.” The junkie was apologizing.

“Now you want to be all apologetic and shit but you wasn’t thinking about that when you grabbed the drugs from my hand.” He laughed. “I don’t know what to do with you. Now I liked you because you never did some dumb shit like this before. Shit, in fact you brought me some new customers but what I don’t like is the fact that you tried to play me. I don’t like that shit at all. What you just pulled is a sign of disrespect and I don't’ fucking like when motherfuckers try to disrespect me.” Lionel saw the fire in his friend’s eyes as he spoke. He could tell this wasn’t going to be good.

Antwon took out a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled slowly and peered down at the junkie.

“You got any money on you?” He asked the now shaking drug addict. When the drug addict nodded, Antwon had a smile across his face. “Was it enough to buy the drugs?”

“Just one.” The junkie reached into his socks and pulled out a ratty ten dollar bill.

“So why not buy one?”

“‘Ant, you’re asking a crackhead to make sense.”

“Nah Leo, this nigga ain’t dumb if he thought of that plan to rob me. I mean he was stupid enough not to think it through, but this ain’t no crazy crackhead.” He flicked the now finished cigarette to the ground. He stepped on it. “I can respect that,” He sighed. “I just don’t respect you like you don’t respect me.”

Antwon sent a swift kick to the guy’s gut. He gave him five more. Lionel pulled him off but he went back to kicking him.

“Chill son, it’s not that serious.”

“What?” Antwon looked at him like he was losing his mind. “He fucking disrespected me Leo.”

“Yeah but you said it yourself that he is a good customer that is alway giving you money. Just make sure he alway brings you new customers.” Lionel suggested.

“You heard what he said.” Antwon already had a fresh cigarette in his mouth. “You better come back with more customers. That’s the only way you can repay me for the disrespect.” He took a drag from the cigarette and then turned to his friend. “Let’s go.”

The two of them got back to business. They were running through the product. When they finished through the product, Antwon was excited.

“Yo, I knew that me and you would make some paper but damn, I didn’t think it would be like this.” Antwon said as they came back from getting more product. “You and I would should start getting a crew and get some real money.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” Lionel shrugged.

“Damn, you don’t have to sound too excited.”

“It ain’t that. It’s just that I don’t know if this shit is for me.”

“Son, don’t tell me you’re still on that look for a job shit? Look, you tried and that bitch played you.”

“I know but my moms would…”

“With the way that you and I are making this bread, we can get our own place real quick.”

“My moms wanted to get a house for us.”

“Even better nigga. You can make enough bread to actually help your Moms get a place.” Antwon told him and Lionel was sold.

Then Lionel’s cell started to ring. He looked at the caller i.d. and saw Giselle’s number.

“Who that?” Antwon saw Giselle’s picture pop up on the phone. “She sexier than a motherfucker, nigga. Please tell me that you hitting that.”

“Nah son. This girl is underage.”

“Oh you on your R. Kelly shit now.”

“Ha ha.” Lionel laughed sarcastically. “She fine and we real cool but she’s 17.”

“17?” Antwon flicked his cigarette away. “17?” He repeated to his friend. “Nigga, you had me thinking I was looking at a 14 year old or something.” The phone stopped ringing. “Why didn’t you pick up?”

“Because she just wants something.”

“Seems like she want that DICK!” Antwon laughed and his friend just shook his head. “But seriously, what does she want?’

“She just wants some lessons.”

“Sex lessons? Head lessons? Because if that is what she wants, I’ll gladly give it to her.”

“Damn nigga, is there a pussy drought that I don’t know about? Why you acting so thirsty?”

“Why you acting so defensive?” Antwon screwed up his face but then it all turned to a smile. “You must be feeling this chick..”

“Not even.”

“Son, this is me you talkin' to. I am damn near your brother, so don’t try to play me like I don’t know you. What’s going on? You feeling this chick?”

“I mean, she’s cool.”

“Oh we go from nothing to her being cool. But I don’t get it, why not just answer the call.”

“Because she’s 17!”

“Nigga!” Antwon threw his head back. “There is only one way to solve this.”

Antwon dug in his pocket and took out his phone.

“Okay Google.” The phone chirped in his hand. “What is the legal age of consent in New York City?” He asked.

“Are you serious?” Lionel looked around as if the police was going to bust him. “Why you gotta be all extra?”

“Man, stop. I’m doing you a favor.”

“The legal age of consent in New York City is 17 years old.” The phone answered back.

“And you over here thinking you about to be R. Kelly.” Antwon chuckled.

“Whatever man, I’m gone.”

“What about the product?” Antwon wondered.

“Son, we up right now. Let’s just go home.” They exchanged hands.

“You ain't going home.” Antwon smirked to himself as his friend walked away.

Antwon was right. Lionel found himself knocking on Giselle’s door. The door cracked open a little and then Ms. Rita gave him a smile.

“You here to give me more product.” She already had her hand out for the drugs. Lionel tried to look behind to see if he could see Giselle.

“Is Giselle here?’

“Who?” She replied with an attitude once she realized that his visit wasn’t drug related. “Oh you mean that country bitch?”

“Yeah, where is she?”

“She ain’t here.”

“What you mean? It’s after school, where else would she be?”

“Do I look like I give a fuck? I told you that she ain’t here.” She was about to slam the door but Lionel stopped her.

“Do you know where she could have gone?”

“I told you, I don’t give a fuck. Now only come knocking on my door if you have anymore rocks.” She slammed the door shut and seconds later, she locked it as well.

Lionel started to panic. Giselle was probably calling him because she needed him but he ignored her. He could feel the guilt creeping up. What if something happened to her? What if she was hurt? Ms. Rita said Giselle wasn’t home but Lionel didn’t know how good was the word of a woman who was always on drugs.

“Giselle?” He said into the phone the second she picked up his call. “Where are you?”

“I’m right behind you.” He turned around and saw that Giselle was hiding around the corner of the hall. He felt relief wash over his body. As he walked over to her and got closer, he couldn’t help but notice that she had been crying

“What’s going on?” He asked her but she shook her head.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did she hurt you?” He looked at her face.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She repeated.

“Did she hurt you Giselle?”

“She cut most of my clothes. She told me that I thought I was better than her.”

“This bitch is trippin.”

“I don’t want to go back.” She sobbed and fell against him.

“You’re going to crash at my place again.”

“You sure it won't be a problem?”

“Nah, it’s all good.” He gave her a wide smile and she started to feel better. “But there is something we have to do first.”

“What’s that?”

“We got to go shopping.”

Kings Plaza was filled with shops. Lionel treated Giselle like a Queen. He really made the day feel great. It was the second time he’d done that with her and she could feel herself falling for him. She knew she had to stand firm and strong, but he wasn’t making it easy by being a nice guy. Every store that she went to, he just stood back and let her shop. When she tried to hesitate on the purchase, he would just fling it on the counter and pay for it. She finally got the message didn’t hold back on the purchase. They went and shopped at many stores and at every one of them, he paid in cash.

“How are you feeling now?” He asked as they boarded a taxi. They were on their way back home. Lionel loved spoiling Giselle. It was something that he wasn’t used to but something he could do again.

“I’m feeling 1000% better, thank you.” She kissed his cheek and he felt himself get erect. He couldn't believe one simple peck on the cheek could do this to him.

“You’re welcome.” He took out his phone and started to play mobile games. He had to distract himself. Antwon told him that she was legal enough to do anything but he just couldn’t get past it. But if she kept kissing and hanging around him, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he broke that rule.

They were now in their building. He helped her carry some of the shopping bags. When they arrived at the front of his apartment, there were in for a surprise, it was Renee. She was still a little mad at Lionel, but she missed him. Quick sex aside, he was somewhat like a friend to her. She just wanted to get a quick word in with him. Maybe if she talked it out with him rationally, things would go much smoothly. She admitted to herself that she got mad at him without much of an explanation. But when she saw him chummy with Giselle, she didn’t feel like being rational anymore.

“Who the fuck is this?” She asked with her arms crossed. She looked Giselle up and down. She then looked back at Lionel who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Bitch, when your ass left the way you did, it was over. The fuck you coming back here for?” He meant every word.

“So I can’t come here and talk to you?”

“Bitch, have you lost your mind?” He made his way to the door. He took out his keys, but Renee slapped it out of his hand. “So you have lost your fucking mind.” His nostrils flared. “You really pissing me off Renee.”

“I’m just asking you a simple question and you’re ignoring me.” She fumed. “Who the fuck is this?” She pointed at Giselle. “Have you been fucking this bitch the whole time? Is that why you can never get me to cum?”

Giselle stepped back on that note. She remembered seeing them arguing the other day, but she didn’t really hear what either of them said. She was too busy looking for her new foster home. Now seeing Lionel talk to a female disrespectfully up close, she started to lose her interest.

“Yeah this bitch must be the reason why you could never make me fucking cum.”

“If you so mad, then why are you here?” He threw logic at her but she wasn’t having it. She just stepped to Giselle’s face.

“Have you been fucking my boyfriend?” She asked Giselle. Giselle shook her head.

“I have nothing to do with this.” She informed the enraged woman.

“Oh, you don’t?” Renee reached into the bag and pulled out one of the clothing articles. “Then whose dress is this?” She swung back to Lionel. “Is this your dress?” She asked him. “I don’t think you can pull off a strapless though.”

“May I please have my dress back?” Giselle asked in a meek voice.

“What?” Renee snickered.

“My dress.” Giselle tried to get it back but Renee didn’t let her.

“Stop it bitch.” She turned her attention back to Lionel. “Leo, how you trying to play me.”

“I’m not a bitch! Now give me back my fucking dress!”

Giselle’s words seemed to come out of nowhere. They echoed and bounced around the hallways.

“Who the fuck you think you’re talking to?” Renee dropped the dress. Lionel quickly picked it up. He was about to jump in when he saw Giselle gesture to him to stay out of it. She was ready to fight her battles.

“You bitch! You just going to come here and act a damn fool. The man said he doesn’t want you. Just fucking let it go and act like you got some class.” She crossed her arms across her chest. Renee didn’t hesitate to lunge for her. Giselle luckily moved out the way and forced her to hit the wall. Giselle stood next to Lionel. “You better get your ass on. Nobody is here for your fucking bullshit.” She stood her ground. Renee looked back at Lionel and saw that he wasn’t going to do anything.

“This ain’t over bitch. I’m going to get you and you too Leo.” She pointed at them both and slinked away.