What's Really Hood! (15 page)

“The one who played you off?” Rooster said, laughing.

“Yeah, that bitch. That’s his bitch and two bastards.”

“Man. Why you fucking with BoBo like that? We gonna have to fuck around and kill his ass foreal.”

“Fuck him. I’m like Scarface.” Andre started getting hyped up. “Come on. I’ll take your fucking violations.” He was beating
his chest like Scarface did when he was getting shot. He stopped and walked to the middle of the street, held his hands in
the air and yelled at the top of his lungs, “The Trey is mines!”

“Nigga, you done lost it!” Rooster was laughing.

Cars were driving past, the people looking at him standing in the middle of the street. He caused a car to stop and just stood
in front of it, still shouting “The Trey is mines!” Rooster was laughing hard. The people in the car had started honking their
horn. A few cars had lined up wondering what the commotion was.

“Man, I’m high as hell!”

“Hell yeah! I feel like just whupping a nigga’s ass or something.”

The driver of the car turned down the radio that was blasting Common’s “The Corner.” “Did you just say you feel like whupping
a nigga?”

“Yeah. What’s up? You got somebody in mind?” the guy said, grinning.

“Yeah, I got somebody in mind. That nigga BoBo,” the driver said, serious.

The other two passengers got qiuet. They knew the shit was about to hit the fan.

“Oh, so you gonna go there, huh?” the guy said, trying to play it off.

“You damn right I’ma go there,” the driver said, still serious. “You let that nigga bitch-slap you, burn you, then tell you
that you can’t smoke in the park. Who the fuck is he suppose to be?”

“Yeah, like his name’s Mr. Eckersall or something,” the guy sitting in the back with him said. He and the front seat passenger
laughed but the driver and the guy who had been burned stayed serious.

“I didn’t see none of y’all tryna help,” the guy shot back in defense.

“Nigga, you ain’t help yourself. Tryna run and shit.”

“Fuck you, nigga!”

“Naw, fuck yourself. You got better pussy.”

“You try it then, muthafucka, since you so tough.”

“I’ll beat your soft ass.”

“Oh yeah?” The guy was now in his feelings. The personal comments had permeated his skin and made his blood boil. Coming from
his friend made them worse. The drugs amplified his adrenaline. He swung and hit
the driver in the back of the head. The car swerved as his punch startled the driver as well as the other two passengers.

The driver pulled the car over and jumped out before it had stopped moving. He ran around to the back passenger-side door.
The guy attempted to get out but was rushed by the driver.

“Soft-ass nigga!”

“Show me I’m soft!”

They were exchanging blows in the backseat. The other two passengers quickly separated them.

“Straight up! The beef is with BoBo, not each other,” one of them said.

“That’s this nigga,” the driver said.

“Fuck y’all!” the guy said, and walked off.

The guy who had been in the backseat with him tried persuading him to come back but the driver insisted he was straight.

“Ain’t that that lil’ nigga Andre up there?” Looney put his blood-red Cadillac Escalade in park and got out. He walked up
a few cars to see Andre standing there holding up traffic. “What’s up, lil’ homie?”

“Shit. All is well.”

“Why you holding up traffic?”

“Ain’t shit else to do.”

“Lil’ crazy-ass nigga,” Looney said while laughing. “Let these people pass.”

“Aiight. Aiight.” Andre moved out of their way. He walked back over to where Rooster was.

Looney was now driving past them. He pulled over by them. “Be easy, lil’ homie.”

BoBo leaned over with a cell phone to his ear. “I wanna holla at you later too!”

“Yeah? You know where I’m at,” Andre said, locking eyes with him.

“What?” BoBo could not believe his ears. It was not so much his smart comment but the look he gave. BoBo shook his head and
pointed his finger at him. “You lucky I’m on something.”

Andre wiped his forehead sarcastically as if he were relieved. Looney threw up the Stones hand sign and drove off. He laughed
to himself.

“What’s so funny?” BoBo asked angrily.

“Hey. Don’t get mad at me. Lil’ shorty just standing on his. We was the same way,” Looney reminded him.

“Fuck that lil’ nigga! He gonna make me put a foot in his ass. Hardheaded lil’ muthafucka!”

Looney drove to his woman’s cousin’s house. Looney had been supplying him with drugs for the past couple of weeks. On the
strength of Looney’s woman, Tracey, he was given a chance to prove his worth.

“What’s up, Looney?”

“Hey, this my man BoBo I was telling you about. BoBo, this is Jamal,” he said, introducing them.

BoBo gave Jamal a pound but still wore the mean mug from earlier. He did not say anything while they talked.

Jamal was dark-skinned, two hundred and fifty pounds give or take at five feet nine. At twenty-two
years old, he had grown up in this neighborhood and knew everybody though he held no gang affiliations. He felt it was unnecessary.

BoBo saw him as a problem just waiting to happen. Unlike Jamal, he knew how gang politics went. Soon as the guys in this neighborhood
got wind of him making money, they would be on him like sharks on bloody meat. He would be fair game since he was not a member
of any gang.

After several minutes, BoBo felt as if he could be silent no longer. “So these niggas ’round here ain’t gone say nothing when
you start making money?” BoBo asked, knowing what he would do.

“Naw. It ain’t like that. I know all them.”

“Chill out, BoBo. Jamal got this,” Looney said.

“Chill out my ass! I can’t stand no losses.”

Looney was agitated now. The way BoBo was making it seem, he was not his own man. He was just as much in charge as BoBo. They
were partners.

“I’ma get up with you, Jamal. Be easy.”

“Aiight, Looney.”

Soon as they got in his truck, Looney began thinking of a way to get what he had off his chest without snapping out on BoBo.
After about ten minutes, he turned down the music. “Check this out, BoBo. Let me handle mines. Just like I let you handle
yours.”

“Exactly. I handle mines! Nobody else. I don’t know that lil’ fat muthafucka.”

“I’ma say this one more time. Let me do me. Aiight?”

“Whatever, nigga.” BoBo turned the music back up.

They rode in silence, both of them in deep thought. It was like that until Looney pulled up to BoBo’s car and they parted
ways.

BoBo drove around awhile before deciding to head home. He checked his phone. Two people had called since he had been in the
truck with Looney. The sounds had been so loud he hadn’t heard it ringing. One number was his home number. It had been Serena
obviously. The other number he hadn’t seen before. It was in the area. He figured it might be a customer. He called it back.

A female answered. “Hello?”

“Who is this?”

“You called here,” she replied in a smart tone.

“Somebody trying to call BoBo?”

“Yeah. Serena want you to come pick up the baby’s bag she left over here.”

“What? Who is this?”

“This is LaLa.”

“LaLa from the park?”

“Yeah. When you coming?”

“I’m a couple blocks away. I’ll be there in a minute.” He hung up. The fact that Serena had been out with his kids added to
his anger.

When he pulled up to her building, he called her again. “Bring it on down.”

“I just got out the shower. I can’t. Come up and grab it.”

“Meet me at the door.”

“I can’t. My pores is open.”

“Damn! Aiight, let me park.”

“I’ma buzz you up. Three B.” She hung up.

He parked and walked to her building’s entrance. It was a four-story, eight-unit building. He rang her bell and waited on
the series of buzzes to gain entry to the inner halls.

When he reached her door it was cracked. He knocked anyway.

“Come in,” she called from inside.

He entered, closing the door behind him. He stood by the door. She came out with just a towel covering her, holding it in
the back. He was shocked a little by her lack of clothing.

“Could you do me a favor?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“Put some lotion on my back?” She walked toward him with the lotion bottle in her hand. He was looking skeptical. She put
some lotion in his hand and turned around. She let the towel fall to the floor to reveal her naked, glistening body. Bending
over to pick it up, legs straight and slightly apart, she gave a full view of her apple bottom with a hint of her pussy.

“Sorry,” she said with a giggle. She held the towel to her chest and left the backside exposed.

He had never looked at LaLa in a sexual way before now. He had a full erection from standing so close to her naked body. He
rubbed the lotion in his hands and began rubbing her back. Upon his touch, she leaned forward and stuck her behind out just
a breath away from his dick.

He massaged the lotion on her entire back. “There you go.”

“Thank you.” She walked over to the couch and sat down. She began lotioning up her legs and feet. She opened her legs and
exposed her womanhood, which was covered by a thick patch of fur.

He watched intently. He had to break his stare. “Where the bag at?”

“Oh yeah. It’s in there.” She pointed toward her room. The towel fell and exposed her perky 36C-cup breasts.

He went into the room as she got up to lock the door. She went to her room. He was looking around. There were pictures of
Bianca on her dresser. BoBo’s mind reflected on the night that he and Looney had borrowed her car to go to the store. That’s
the reason they gave her for borrowing it, anyway. Then they drove her blue 2000 Chevy Malibu to meet a guy who thought he
was gaining potential customers. They robbed him of his two kilos of cocaine.

Not appreciating being beaten up and robbed, the man had gathered up some trigger-happy thugs and hit the Trey. Spotting the
car, they unloaded five clips worth of bullets from their pistols into the car, where an unsuspecting Bianca and her girlfriend
sat smoking a blunt. Bianca was left dead and her girlfriend, Shon Shon, was paralyzed from the waist down. Everyone had their
theories of why it happened; however, other than the shooters, BoBo and Looney knew the reason.

“Where the bag at?” he asked, as if he was getting aggravated. He felt like this was a setup.

Her phone was ringing. She went to her nightstand and picked up the cordless phone that was sitting on its base. “Hello?…
What’s up, Serena.”

Hearing her name caused BoBo’s heart to beat rapidly. Knowing he had no business standing in her friend’s room with her prancing
around in nothing but a towel. She put her fingers to her lips, signaling him to be quiet, as if he would say something.

“All right girl, I’ma call you back… He ain’t came yet though… Don’t worry, I’ma make him come.” She placed the phone back
on its charging base and threw the towel on the bed.

“What kind of games you playing?”

She walked up to him and was practically nose to nose with him. “Whatever kind you wanna play.” She began to kiss him.

Confused and aroused at the same time, he slowly took the lead. The initial shock of her being the aggressor wore off as his
hands explored her body. The pear-scented lotion he had helped to spread over her skin diffused as their body heat rose. Kissing
her lustfully, he guided her backward until her thighs met the bed.

Stopping his kissing momentarily, he took a step back and began unbuckling his belt. “This between me and you. Don’t have
nobody in my business! Aiight?”

Instead of answering him, she lay back on the bed.

With his pants and boxers around his ankles, he climbed between her legs and inserted himself inside her. A moan escaped her
mouth as he wasted no time in finding the nethermost regions of her womanhood. He
roughly picked up the speed of his pumps in and out of her. BoBo’s viciousness turned her on. She wailed out in ecstasy,
encouraging him.

The sloshing sounds her pussy made as his dick plunged into its wetness was music to his ears. She bucked away from him as
if he were more than she could handle. The thrill of a new conquest added to obvious satisfaction and brought him to the point
of no return quicker than he wanted. He tried to think of cars racing, dogs fighting, all who owed him money, anything besides
his balls slapping against her butt cheeks as they were at the moment. Several seconds later, he was slumped over her body
with all of his energy poured into her.

At that moment the guilt of his betrayal started to seep in. Why did he just have sex with his woman’s one and only friend?
On top of that, without a condom? What if she went back and told or told someone who did? Was she worth losing Serena for?
Of course not, if she would fuck Serena’s man. The questions kept coming.

She got up and got him a towel. He wiped up and left with the baby’s bag.

BoBo could not believe the string of events that had taken place over the past few weeks. LaLa, Serena’s friend, had thrown
herself at him and he had caught more than a handful. Although he had felt like it was a setup, he accepted a serving anyway.
He had been helping himself to LaLa’s servings since then. His guilt quickly subsided.

Andre had gotten on his last nerve. His smart comments had caused BoBo to hit him in the jaw. He had to admit he admired the
young guy’s spunk. Andre had actually hit him back. Having to prove himself to a fifteen-year-old was the last thing he thought
he would have to do that day. Tired and out of breath, he still had to showcase his skills. A few of his comrades had told
him that he was wrong for it. But, like he told them, if you let the youngsters get out of hand, all hell would break loose.

He and Tasha had hooked up a few times. She was sprung on him. He tried to punish her for the way he hated her boyfriend.
Alpo was a known member of the Gangster Disciples, who happened to be the main rivals of the Black P. Stones. Even though
he dogged her, she seemed to love him for it. Each tryst he had with her, he thought that maybe she was setting him up for
her man. He loved living life on the edge. Most of the things he did were for the thrill or excitement of it.