**WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD**
Thursday morning.
I was stressed. I was so fucking stressed. I started getting paranoid. And a little bit crazy. I couldn't take this shit anymore. I...we had to get the hell out. I just had to get Jazz to somehow fall in line with me because, up until then, I had always fallen in line with her.
I was on post, monitoring the lil niggas and trying to get a full plan together, the clock ticking louder and louder, when this crackhead bitch crept up on me. I saw her coming. She scurried over to me as soon as she saw me. Like a cockroach. You know how they do. The bitch didn't have any money, but she said she would suck me off for a rock, "just one." I was so damn stressed that I took her up on it. Something had to relax me before I snapped. I needed to keep a level head until Friday. Chauncey's bitch ass was already getting on my damn nerves, and the day had just started.
I told her to meet me in the cut, and when I got there she was already on her knees waiting for me. Fuck it. I pulled my shit out and waited for her to do her thing. She was one of those hard life bitches with half her teeth missing, so the shit was good. Real good. I just couldn't fucking concentrate with all this other shit on my mind. I decided to help her out and went further down her throat since I didn't have all damn day. I had to get too much done before the sun went down. I was just starting to get into it when fucking dumbass Chauncey and Rah came back there and stood in line behind me like they were waiting their turn.
I looked back to make sure they weren't about to rush me.
She kind of looked at them, too, out of the corner of her eye, and then back up at me. I didn't want to see the bitch eyes, so I closed mine and grabbed the back of her head. Chauncey and Rah were fucking up my concentration. I hated that train shit and they knew it. I started pumping hard until I finally came. She choked a little, but whatever.
I felt a little better, but not much. Chauncey didn't even wait for me to get all the way out of the way before he was already down her throat balls deep. She whimpered when I zipped up and started to walk away, so I threw her the rock that I promised her, and kept it moving. More of the crew started filing around the corner and were lining up behind Rah. They just got there, and already they looked like they were getting impatient. I was, too. I mean, who the fuck was out there making my money when all them fools were back there with me waiting for this bitch to handle everybody's shit?
I didn't even trip. I had to stay focused.
When I left, I thought I heard what sounded like my name, but Chauncey was touching the crackhead's tonsils, so I couldn't be sure. I kept walking, completely focused on the money and the plan. The girl screamed out behind me, and I looked back to see all of them moving in on her at once. I felt kind of bad. I hated when they did that shit. She came back there thinking it was just me. Shit, I thought it was just me, too. But I didn't tell the bitch to give Chauncey head after she finished with me. I heard her whimper again, like she didn't want it, but what the fuck did she expect to happen sucking off the whole crew like that?
I booked double-time because her weak crackhead cries were bothering me more than usual. My nerves were raw. I mean, all the way exposed. Usually I wouldn't give a shit. Well, I would because I always thought of Jazz when shit like that happened...but I wouldn't give a shit because it was all a part of the game. And she was just a crackhead, anyway. But for some reason this time...I just felt like we were all fucked up for doing what we were doing. I mean, you know that had to be somebody's mama, or daughter. It was always hard to tell how old these fiends were. I never looked most of them in the face too long, anyway, after I read them the first time.
Could be somebody's aunt, I thought to myself and almost lost the last meal that I ate when an image of Jazz getting down on her knees in front of me suddenly flashed through my mind. I had put that memory out of my head a long time ago.
And I didn't have time to think about it now, either. "Steady long, steady wrong," was what Rico always said, and I had to get the money off twenty damn corners before he woke his lazy ass up and came out on the block looking for it.
Later that day, I was back out picking up Rah's money when Chauncey walked up grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"You missed out." I ignored Chauncey and kept talking to Rah and Remmey. "Bitch was good." Remmey glanced briefly at Chauncey, while Rah handed me what was left of his packge. Rico's greedy ass had us all out there selling, trying to make up for the shit that went wrong back when he tried to let the youngins run free.
"Who the fuck cares." I didn't even look at Chauncey and handed Rah back his work. "Rico needs the rest of that gone tonight."
"Huh, bruh?" Remmey grinned at me like he always did when he watched me run the OG's shit, like he thought it was funny that Pee Wee was telling them what to do. He kept grinning as Rah stuff the caps back under his tongue.
"Thought you might since that used to be your girl."
My blood ran cold and I looked quickly over at Chauncey. "Fuck you just say?"
"Your girl. Guess you didn't even recognize her, the way you were drillin' that mouth." He shook his head. "Damn shame. Fine ass definitely been lookin' like shit lately. Downhill ever since you knocked the ho teeth out..."
His voice faded and I kind of blanked out. But I still heard him talking at the same time.
He could tell that my mind wasn't picking up what he was saying.
"Tiana." Chauncey stated it like he wanted to make sure that I knew who he was talking about, and then he laughed. Hard. Like he thought it was a joke. Like he thought the whole fucking thing was a joke. "You didn't know that was Tiana?" He looked at Remmey and jerked his thumb my way. "This lil nigga." He chuckled some more and then laughed harder, bending over and slapping his hand across his knee. Remmey looked kind of amused, and kind of like he was tired of Chauncey's silly ass laughing so damn loud.
My brain started to have...wavy lines...if that makes any sense. Like all of my channels went off at the same time. And then I punched Chauncey right in his Adam's apple. He grabbed his throat and went down, gasping for air. I lifted my knee up and broke his nose on his way down.
I couldn't get her whimpers out of my head. And those eyes staring up at me. They didn't even look familiar to me. At all. I never would have guessed who the fuck that was. I pulled back and punched Chauncey again in the temple, and then started stomping him. I was really doing work on his ass when Remmey and Rah stepped in and tried to stop me. I pulled my Glock out and put it right between Remmey's eyes. I thought about the look he gave Rico when Rico followed me out of the workhouse. He was Rico's right hand, and I knew he had to have been the one that Rico put on Angel's murder. He had to have been. Rico never made a move without him.
I thought about popping him right there, but then quickly came back to reality and moved the barrel away from his forehead. I had to be smart about this one. I had to be patient. I had to keep it together for one more day. Just one more day. And right now I was losing control. If I kept going like this, Rico would know that I was already on his ass.
Remmey didn't even trip. He just looked at me like this lil nigga's under too much stress.
And he was right.
He was so. fucking. right.
I cracked Chauncey over the head with my Glock, but he had already stopped moving a while ago. Then I spat on him and stomped him some more before tucking the gun back in my pants without even wiping it off.
Fuck what Rico taught me about wiping that shit off. I was already covered in blood anyway. Fuck what Rico had ever taught me about anything.
I wanted out.
I wanted the fuck out.
And I wanted Rico dead.
My eye kept twitching when I looked back over at Remmey. I felt crazy. Like I was all the way there. Not just on the ledge.
I looked down at Chauncey and spat on him again.
Fuck Chauncey.
And this was over some pussy.
Rico could just be mad.