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  I could feel my body heat rising again, and that time, it was way more than just my cheeks. I crossed my legs, hoping no moisture made contact with my dress since Rina had convinced me to not wear any underwear, so that I wouldn’t have panty lines in that skin tight dress. I didn’t know this man from a can of paint, but if he kept flashing those pearly whites, hypnotizing me with that cologne, or stroking my face, I was probably going to end up calling his ass baby by the end of the night. I looked down not wanting to stare at him too hard, because I was sure my eyes would divulge all my thoughts at that point.

  “It’s cool, Lil’ Mama. As long as you over eighteen, you grown in my eyes. I was just fucking witcha.” Rameek laughed. I gave him a head nod and diverted my eyes to the ground, not sure if Rashaad felt the same.

  “Stop looking at the ground, Ma.” Rashaad whispered in my ear. “Ain’t nobody down there got they eye on you like I do.” The hairs from his goatee brushed my ear, and I felt a chill run up my spine. I had to clench my legs together, because that brief contact, alone, had my pussy muscles jumping.

  We talked a little more over the music, and slowly, but surely, I felt myself relaxing and even laughing, while watching him interact with his friends. Their New York accent along with their swag was evident, and I was feeling it.

  “What the fuck you doing, Baby?” Anthony’s voice barked at me, snatching me out of my trance. I’m sure Rashaad felt my body tense up, because he stood up and moving between Anthony and I, while his brother and the rest of their friends closed ranks.

  “Yo’, I suggest all y’all niggas sit the fuck down. I’m speaking to my girl. This ain’t got shit to do with you Drake looking ass niggas.” Anthony barked, with fire in his eyes. I knew from his slurred speech that he was drunk and most likely feeling himself as he eyed Rashaad and his friends.

  I spotted Anthony’s friend, Jojo, and some of the guys he hung around cutting their way through the crowd, as well. My heart began to race at the standoff that was happening right in front of me. All I wanted to do was have a good time, and at that moment, I was feeling like I should have just stayed my ass at home.

  “I’m not your girl, Ant!” I piped up, finally finding my voice. The nerve of that nigga! Not even five minutes ago, he was huddled up on the next bitch and her hands practically down his pants, yet he had the nerve to try to step to me?

  “I see your ass trying to show out since you got these fake ass bodyguards, huh?” Anthony laughed. “Well, you already know how I come wit it, so you go head and play wit me if you want to. You gon’ get homeboy and his playground friends fucked up, Baby!” Anthony puffed up his chest and pointed towards Rashaad.

  “My man, evidently, you over here rah rahing when shorty, clearly, ain’t trying to be claimed by you.” Rameek stepped up before looking over to Rashaad. I could tell from their stance that they weren’t for the nonsense.

  “Aye’, yo’, let me tell you something, homie. This definitely ain’t what you want.” Rashaad said, calmly, as he stroked the hairs on his chin. It was definitely something about the way he said it and his body language that showed that he meant business.

  “Yo’, Lil Girl. Where the fuck you find these toy soldier ass niggas at?” Rameek addressed me, while laughing at Anthony’s slight buck. By this time, Rashaad and his crew were standing toe-to-toe with Anthony and his guys. Despite the fact that I was nervous as hell at what was going down, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting slightly turned on.

  “Ant, back the fuck up out her face wit’ your trick ass!” I heard Rina’s voice say, before I saw her pushing through the crowd. “Can’t nobody have a good fucking time without you and your little roach looking ass friends fucking something up!” Rina said, stepping between the standoff and into Anthony’s face.

  “She don’t want ya’ ass no more, so go find somebody else to lock up in your mama’s house cause this one ain’t going!” She said, pointing to me. “Wasn’t you just boo’d up with a five dollar dress wearing bitch? How the fuck you all over here in my cousin shit now?”

  “Aye’, stay your dyke ass out of this, Rina!” Anthony pointed a finger in her face.

  “I may be a dyke, but I bet I could pull any bitch you THINK you got before your lil’ dick ass gets back with my cousin, bitch nigga!” Rina clapped back.

  That was one thing that I loved about my cousin. She had no hair on her tongue and was quick to go toe-to-toe with anyone who came at her sideways. With me being the total opposite, I could feel the sweat forming on the palms of my hands, and I was just waiting for Anthony to show his true colors. After being with him for so long, I knew, for sure, that he wasn’t above putting his hands on a female. I had fallen victim to his backhand on more than one occasion. And, I could tell that Ant was thirty-eight hot by the way his nostrils were flaring. I surveyed my surroundings, just in case, I needed to grab a bottle to crack his head open, because I was not about to let him pull it with my cousin. Instead of getting into a war of words with Rina, he sized Rashaad up once more and taking a step back.

  “It’s cool. I’ll see y’all niggas around, and Baby, I’m def gon’ see your ass.” He warned, before he faded into the crowd. “Fuck you, Rina!” He spat.

  “Nah, fuck you, you little dick bastard!” Rina shouted back, with a laugh.

  Pushing through the crowd, I spotted my cousin, Lamar, pushing his way toward us with a few other bouncers trailing behind him.

  “Y’all good over here, Rina?” He asked his sister.

  “Yea, we straight. Just bitch ass Anthony trying to fuck up the night by being in his feelings.” Rina responded, as she took it upon herself to fill her cup with the Ciroc from Rashaad’s table.

  “They straight, homie.” Rashaad responded, with his hand still on my waist.

  “Yea, this lil’ pistol right here dotting I’s and crossing T’s on niggas this way.” Rameek laughed, referring to Rina, as he gave Lamar dap.

  “Yea, that’s my lil’ sister for you.” Lamar responded. “Shaad, Meek, this is my sister, Larina, and my lil’ cousin, Devyn.” Lamar introduced us. I made a mental note to ask him how he knew these out-of-towners.

  “Devyn, huh? I like dat.” Rashaad grinned. “Oh, me and Miss Baby already met.” He said, putting emphasis on my nickname before turning back to Lamar.

  “A’ight, let me get back to it then. I’ll catch up with y’all before we shut down.” Lamar said. “Rina, don’t be starting no shit!” He warned his sister.

  “Whatever, Mar!” Rina waved him off, as she sipped her free drink. By that time, Sasha had made her way over as well.

  “So, y’all just leave me, huh? “Sasha said. “But umm what do we have here?” directing her attention toward Rashaad’s loud mouth brother, Rameek.

  I settled back into the booth and accepted another drink from Rashaad, hoping that it would calm my nerves. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing, and I didn’t know if it was because of the magnetic vibe I was getting from Rashaad’s presence or the stares I was sure were coming from Anthony from somewhere in the club. I shrugged it off and tried to maintain my cool, because I was, definitely, intrigued with this green-eyed cutie. We spent the rest of the night chopping it up and sharing a few laughs before heading our separate ways when the lights of the club came on.

  Rashaad

  “I guess Chi-town ain’t that bad after all.” I said to Rameek, passing him the blunt. It was five o’clock in the morning, and we had just left the club. I spent most of my night hollering at shorty, and it was something about her that drew me in. It didn’t help that her body was filling that little ass dress out like it was custom made for her. I could tell that she was shy, but that beat the ghetto shit that Mesha was kicking my way. It was hard trying to keep my cool when her little friend tried stepping to me, though.

  I’ve never been much of the arguing type, but it was nothing for my temper to go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. When I see something I want, I get it, so whoever homeboy
thought he was, didn’t matter. He may as well had fallen all the way back, ‘cause shorty had definitely caught my eye.

  “Lil Mama you cuffed up was bad, I will admit.” Rameek nodded his head in agreement. “But, don’t be getting caught up. We got shit to do while we here, ain’t no time for feelings my nigga.”

  Word had come down that my father’s case was being built off an informant, and they were trying to hit him with everything from drug trafficking, money laundering, to mass distribution of narcotics. Because he was being watched so tough as he awaited trial, it was becoming harder for him to stay on top of business. He had his right hand, Vic, but based off of the phone conversation we’d had earlier, I could tell that his paranoia was effecting who he could trust.

  Meek and I decided that we would link up with his mid-west connect and try to get shit popping on our end, just in case, some foul shit went down. My father already had a plug out here that worked a few traps over on the west side of the city, so my brother and I intended on stepping it up and making a mark.

  “Aye’, yo’, make sure you hit Lamar up and get that info on shorty.” I told my brother. Even though we’d talked all night, I could tell that Devyn was hesitant, but I was up for the challenge of breaking her from that shell.

  The next morning, we hit K-town in Rameek’s Tahoe, with our cousin, Drama. Drama was a wild nigga, and the west side was definitely his stomping ground. Growing up when we’d come to the Chi during the summer, he would always put us onto the game.

  “Y’all pops got spots almost everywhere, from Roosevelt Road, to Austin Blvd, so y’all niggas shouldn’t catch no static trying to expand.” Drama informed us. Meek had him call a meeting with a few of his lieutenants just so we could see how shit was rocking before we stepped in. He parked in front of the trap house, where a few youngins were posted up.

  “What’s up, Meek.” One of the youngsters greeted him. Ever since we were younger, Meek had always carried a heavy street persona. I was more of the laid back type, but anyone who knew me knew that my fuse was always short. My mother always said that we were magnified personalities of our father. I held the charm, while Meek held the ruggedness.

  We walked into the house and were greeted by a cloud of smoke. I could already tell that these Chicago dudes were too laid back with how things went. It was going to be an adjustment period for everyone. My brother and I had always run shit similar to how my father did; with a strict code of expectation and return. Because of it, his business was a well-oiled machine. For years, he held half of the Bronx down in the drug game. Now, just the thought of knowing his freedom was on the line had the local trap stars on edge thinking they could possibly lose their supplier, but as long as Meek and I were around, there wasn’t going to be a missed step. Getting things situated out there would only make my father become more confident with my brother and me overseeing his empire in the event he had to do some time.

  “Y’all niggas in here chillin’ like y’all at the crib!” Meek exclaimed, taking the thoughts right out of my head. “I don’t know what y’all used to, but this shit right here ain’t how it’s going to be popping off, so if anybody in here ain’t wit’ it, just know there’s the door, and the target on ya’ back will be free, my nigga.”

  For the past few weeks, the crew we’d brought down from NY had been keeping a close eye on how shit had been running, and we were more than ready to get shit in order. Everybody felt like we were the new kids on the block, but little did they know that this shit had been instilled in us our whole lives. We were known in the streets of NYC as the Dope Princes, and not because we were some fly niggas.

  I sat back as my brother ran down how things were going to go. We had decided early on that that trap house had to be shut down. The block was too hot to be stashing as much money and work as we were. Judging by how comfortable they were, some of these fools was getting cut loose. So we already knew somebody would try to flex once they got the axe, and playing with my money was something that I wouldn’t tolerate.

  Meek told a few of the guys to stay back after he dismissed everyone else. Drama had vouched for Bo, KB, and Jerel, and since we trusted his judgement, we felt it was only right to put them down. We had big plans on making this city shake, so it was only right that we had a strong team behind us.

  “Y’all niggas is it now.” I spoke up. “From here on out, y’all the only ones that have a direct line to us.” Drama handed each of them cellphones. “Y’all can set up shop and line up y’all own crews. Anything come back fucked up, y’all will be held responsible, so choose wisely. With greater blessings come greater responsibilities, and an even bigger ass whippings. Remember that.” I stared each one of them in the eye. “So, with that being said, from now on, I’m putting y’all down with a few of my guys.” He motioned toward Chiq, Taz, and Onyx. They had been down with my father for years and had jumped at the opportunity to step up by coming to Chicago with us.

  “Y’all will report directly to my crew from now on, and be warned, if ANYTHING ain’t in order, then y’all niggas need to be prepared to answer to me.”

  After Meek and Drama ran down how drop-offs and money exchanges were going to go, we headed for the door. A few of the other homies from NY would be showing up in a few hours to assist us with setting things up. We were getting prepared to dominate the streets in honor of our father.

  Devyn

  To say that it felt good having my own spot would be a total understatement. It may not have been much to some, but to me, it was amazing. My two-bedroom apartment was more than enough room for me, and since it was right across the street from the community college that I was attending, it was also convenient. From my balcony, I could see most of the Chicago skyline, as well as the United Center, where the Bulls and Blackhawks played. The post office, where I worked at night as a sorter, was just a few short blocks away.

  I was feeling accomplished and was finally letting go of some of the negativity in my life. At one point, I had felt like Anthony had been my knight in shining armor, only to find out that he was nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Growing up, I’d always felt like an outcast. My mother had been one of the most verbally and physically abusive women I had ever met. No matter what I did, it was never right. She loved to portray herself as the token mother in front of people, but I knew that she was only a miserable woman who would tear her own child down if it meant making a man happy. And she had. I’d been kicked out so many times that I had lost count. By the time I met Anthony, I had been called so many bitches and hoes by my mother that no one would have believed that I was a virgin. If Lena was to tell it, I was supposed to have multiple kids and multiple baby daddies standing in somebodies food stamp line by now. Being fed up was probably the reason it was so easy for Ant to finesse my ass into shacking up with him.

  It was crazy looking back on it now, but there I was, trying to make my way at twenty years old. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and gave myself a once over. I had on a pair of Nike joggers and a crop top that showed off my flat belly. I stepped into my Jordan 6 rings, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door to class.

  “What’s up, cousin!” I answered my vibrating phone, as I walked down the stairs of my building.

  “Yo’, what’s good with you, Baby? I ain’t heard from you since that night at club.” Lamar spoke.

  I was the last person in the world to even want to be a part of the club scene, and much less, the cause of a fight. I had been surprised to see Anthony in the first place, and even more so, when he was already hugged up with some chick. A part of me was glad that he saw that someone else had my attention, even though, I was hurt to see how fast he had moved on to the next. It made me wonder just how true he had been during our relationship, even though, I’d been confronted by my fair share of women that he was knocking down.

  “I haven’t been up to much, cuz. Work and school, like usual.” I told him.

  “Well, my homie been asking about you.” He tol
d me. I smiled, having a flashback of how fine Rashaad was that night. I wasn’t sure if it had been the liquor or his looks that had my honey pot heating up like a microwave, but I was intrigued.

  “I was meaning to ask you how you knew him.” I inquired, furrowing my brow. Lamar told me that he had worked as a bouncer for his father at some club, in New York, while he had been a student at Columbia University a few years back. He reassured me that he was good people, but that he wasn’t into the match making game. He told me that Rashaad had hit him up and invited him to a cook-out and had been pressing him to make sure that he brought me with him.

  It was Friday, and I only had one class that day, so my schedule was pretty clear. I let Lamar know that I would hit Rina up and see if she wanted to roll with me, because Lord knows, I wasn’t confident enough to meet up with some dude that I hardly knew. Even though it only gave me an extra push that Lamar was cosigning that he was a good dude. I ended my call with Lamar and text Rina to let her know she was coming with me.

  RINA: You know I’m always ready for a good time, but I’m picking your outfit!

  She responded, immediately. I shook my head and laughed before I walked into class.

  ~~~

  Garfield Park was packed with cars, guys on motorcycles, half-dressed women, billows of smoke from grills, and music filling the air when we pulled up. It had taken us almost thirty minutes to even find a parking space half-way down the block. Looking at the crowd, I had half a mind to turn my ass around and head home.

  “This shit right here is LIVE!” Rina exclaimed, in her usual high pitched voice.

  Rina’s girlfriend, Jessica, and Sasha had also tagged along, and we were all ready to have a good time. Rina’s relationship with Jessica was one of the oddest to me, because from the outside looking in, they appeared to be the best of friends. Although they messed with each other, neither of them considered themselves to be lesbians; they called it friends with benefits, seeing as though they both still hooked up with men from time-to-time.