What Da Lick Read? The Triple Cross (17 page)

D.J. went into to
Sak’s
Fifth Avenue and the first thing he saw as soon as he walked into the store was the Christian
Louboutin
display. He knew all the girls loved red bottoms even though he couldn’t recall seeing her in any because she didn’t wear heels. He knew her shoe size because he always made fun of her small feet. A pair caught his eye and as he was going to the register, he saw that they had handbags too. D.J. knew for a fact that Reality loved handbags so he got her a
Louboutin
handbag also and headed home proud of his purchases and the fact that he was in and out of the store in less than fifteen minutes. Now all he had to do was get her to come and see him. He missed her. She wasn’t talking to him, she only responded to his text messages.

Reality pulled into the parking deck and she didn’t see the Maserati parked next to his Silverado SS. She looked down at her watch and saw that it was almost ten p.m. Her cell started ringing. She decided to answer this time because she didn’t want to be waiting on him forever. Reality laughed to herself as she answered the phone with a fake attitude. She didn’t want him to know that she was at his place and wasn’t mad at him anymore.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Is that how you answer the phone for me? Don’t you think that you have made me suffer enough? You put me on punishment and wouldn’t let me hear your voice and the first thing that I hear from you is attitude. Girl, you are hell. What are you doing? Tell daddy to let you out for a little while. I miss you. I want to give you some sugar.”
Jaimes
said into his phone as he whipped the car through the gate at his building.

It was a black Escalade parked next to his truck. He got the bags out of the back and picked up his pistol off of the front seat.

“If I do come down there, you’re gonna have to give me more than a little sugar, you are going to have to taste the sugar. You got some making up to do baby boy. So what are you doing?” Reality asked as she peeped out of dark tint of the truck watching him as he looked at the truck suspiciously.

“I can do that, just see if you can sneak off from your dad. I just pulled up and I got some stuff in my hands baby, let me call you when I get in safely.” He hung up abruptly.

Reality wanted to jump out and scare him, but she knew that could get her killed. She watched him walk loaded down with bags through the glass double doors. She wanted to give him enough time to get to his floor before she got out of the truck. She got on the elevator five minutes after him and her phone started to ring. She ignored the call. Once she got off the elevator he called her again, this time she answered. “What do you have in all the bags?” she asked as she stood outside of his door.

“What bags are you talking about
lil
’ girl?”
Jaimes
opened his door and Reality was leaning against the door jamb. He picked her up and swung her around. She grabbed his face and started to kiss him passionately. “I see that you missed me too huh?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.” She watched him lock the door after he put her down. When he turned around she reached her arms up at him like a baby asking to be picked up. He picked her up again and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. It was then that she noticed something. Ever since she had decided to be with
Jaimes
, she wasn’t feeling anxious all the time. She guessed he was her medicine. Not bad, she didn’t mind him being her drug of choice. She just prayed that it had fewer side effects. It felt so good being in his arms, she didn’t want him to put her down.

“You are too damn spoiled. Baby you have got to stop acting like that. Your family has ruined you. When something does not go your way, you just explode. Girl these few days without you have been killing me slowly but surely. I thought after I told you that I wanted to be with you, that we were going to be inseparable.”
Jaimes
sat on the sofa with her attached to him. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

“As long as you give me what I want, when I want it, then you will not have a problem. If you can handle that, then I promise you, no more temper tantrums.” Reality said as she lifted her head up to look him in his eyes.

“What do you want
lil
’ girl?” He questioned her. His dick was getting hard with her straddling him. D.J. leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips. Right now he was like clay in her palms. She probably could get him to do anything. He knew that he had fallen for her, but he questioned his reason why. It is like once you have been hurt, you put your guard up and question everyone’s intentions. He didn’t want to fall in love with Reality just because she was the only one that treated him like he was just a regular guy. But then again the fact that she looked past his injuries and she didn’t see the dollar signs couldn’t do anything but make him fall in love with her. He was tired of being alone, he wanted somebody to share his life with and he thinking more and more every day that Reality was the one.

“I want you
Jaimes
Goren. I want the way that I feel right now to be the way that I feel each and every day. I want to know that once I give my heart to you completely that I do not have to worry about it getting hurt. I want you to always take me into consideration and I want you to always be honest with me regardless of if you think that it might hurt me.” She finished her statement by kissing him passionately. He parted his lips as her tongue controlled the slow dance of the two. She gyrated her hips as she felt his hard dick pressing against her. Reality didn’t know what she was doing; she just knew that she wanted
Jaimes
.

Jaimes
broke their lip lock. “Whoa
lil
’ mama, you better slow down before you start something again that you are not going to be able to finish. There is no rush. I’m not going anywhere. We got the rest of our lives. I’m not pressuring you.”

Reality looked at him in his eyes and knew that he meant every word that he had just said.

“We might have the rest of our lives but I want you right now. Make love to me.”

The words were like music to his ears. He was happy and in shock at the same time. “So that means that you are staying with me tonight. You can stay until your dad is finished with everything at your place. You can stay forever!”

“Hold on big boy. Calm down, I am not going anywhere anytime soon. You do not have to handcuff me. I will stay willingly. I need to call my dad and tell him that I am staying here with you and also give him your address. He is so on the edge about everything that’s going on, he really do not want us out of his sight. No, on second thought, I think I better text him.” Reality got up from his lap and went to get her cell phone from her purse.

D.J. got up and went into his bedroom to get the stuff that he had gotten her earlier. Butterflies were in his stomach like he was a kid on Christmas. He thought he was in love the last time, but now he knew that he wasn’t because he could honestly say that he was worried about someone else before he was concerned with himself. He was willing to put her first. When he walked into the living room Reality was laying on the sofa waiting for him butt naked. He stopped in his tracks as his mouth fell open. “I have something for you.”

“Really? Cause I have something for you too. So pick your lip up and get over here right now” She ordered him.

Poke had a good time the other night at Gigi’s Pleasure Chest. He hung out with the No Pressure
fam
and Gigi had kicked it real big with him sending him a bottle and two girls that danced for him the whole night. He knew Gigi had no clue that he was plotting on her. She would find out soon enough. He was taking down her and Khalil slowly but surely and they are not going to know what hit them. Poke got out the duffle bag with the coke in it and pulled out the brick that he had busted open. He had planned on keeping it himself but he decided it that he will keep nine ounces out of it since it was so pure. When he busted it the other day it had him draining all day because it was so pure, so he would put some cut on it and stretch it out. Toe-Toe was cool the other night so he thought maybe they would want to get the bricks from him. His phone rang and he ran to the back and got it. “Hello”

“Poke can you please stop calling me. I can’t get my number changed because all of my clients have it. I do not want to have to go to the authorities. Just follow my instructions and leave us alone please.”
Jazmeir
spoke in an eerily calm voice.

“Baby, don’t be like that. I promise you that everything is going to be different this time. I’m about to go and take care of some business. Can I stop by later on? I will have something for you. I miss you and the kids.”

“No, you can’t stop by here. I do not want anything that you have. It is over. This is my home. Why can’t you understand this?”
Jazmeir
questioned him loudly.

“Okay, I will just call you later after I have taken care of everything. Maybe I can take you out for –” Poke wasn’t able to finish the conversation because
Jazmeir
hung up the phone in his face.

Poke had to go and sell the dope that he had got from Honesty’s spot the other day. He had taken
Jaz
through so much he just wanted to give her something to show that he cared. He planned on dropping her off at least five stacks just to put a smile on her face. Poke got out the scale and started to scoop the dope that he planned on keeping for himself out. He then weighed what was left so that he could sell it. He rewrapped the half of a brick and put it the duffle bag with the other two whole ones. The dope was calling him. He had changed his mind quickly on just taking nine ounces out for himself; instead he took out eighteen ounces. This would last him for a while. He scooped up some and took a quick snort and threw his head back. The mere fact that he had been snorting cocaine for twenty-five years caused his body to need something to wake him all the way up.

His phone went off again, he looked down and saw that it was Khalil. He mumbled “pussy nigga” as he pressed ignore and walked out the door with the duffle bag. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Today was gonna be a good day and Poke knew it. The dope was gonna get sold and he was going to get his family back. He didn’t have the young niggas phone numbers but he knew where they hung out at so he decided to pull up on them. Poke had planned on giving them some good prices so they were not going to be able to refuse the dope. When he pulled out and headed to the trap, he never noticed the car following him.

Toe-Toe and about seven other guys stood outside the building shooting dice. The guards alerted them that an unfamiliar car was pulling up. They all turned in the direction of the approaching car. The statement trained to go is what they lived by so they were always prepared. Each one of them automatically started to reach for the weapons that they had on them. Nard noticed him first. “Man that’s Poke sorry ass.”

Toe-Toe grinned to himself, he already knew what was about to transpire. Poke was about to try to sell them the dope. He hadn’t told Nard what he and
Killa
had done the other day. He had been too preoccupied trying to get his girl to let him in the house that it had totally slipped his mind. This shit was gonna be hilarious. Toe-Toe wished that
Killa
was over there with them so he could see this shit as it went down. He would just have to give him a blow by blow of everything.
Killa
really didn’t like being around too many niggas, especially ones he didn’t know but him and Toe-Toe had just hit it off from the jump.

“What’s up my niggas? I see
yall
got a good game going on with the craps. What’s da point?” Poke said to the crowd of men trying to get them to ease off the icy stares that they had directed to him when he got out of the car.

“You need something O.G.?” Nard said as he came off of the step that he was sitting on smoking a blunt.

“I wanted, um, I wanted to know if I can holler at you and your brother for a minute bout some b-b-b-business.” Poke stuttered from nervousness.

“Yeah, come on in.” Nard told Poke as Toe-Toe walked away from the crap game. He grabbed another guy and told him to come in the house too.

Poke was anxious, he turned and walked back to the car and got the duffle bag and headed into the building. He was stopped at the door. One of the guards, patted him down, they found a small 380 in a holster in his pants leg. He took it off of him. He then went through the bag and all he saw was the dope. The guard set the bag on the coffee table and then he held the gun up at Nard. Nard turned around and looked at Poke. “You will get that on your way out, my nigga.”

“Uh, oh-oh, okay, well I got a good deal and I thought of you guys first. Y’all stay looking out for me and always keep it real with me so I thought I might be able to extend the hospitality y’all always show me. Now a nigga I fuck with from out of town bought me these last night. He said that his whole team got banged up and he needed some quick money to get them out. He didn’t want nothing but ten a piece for them. I took my last and snatched them right on up. I
gotta
make a
lil
’ profit but I can give them to you for fourteen a piece and that’s still a steal. This is some Grade A coke. This shit can easily go for twenty-four.” Poke stuttered but as the lie continued, it rolled off of his tongue smoothly as he reached in the bag and put the dope on the table.