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Alicia eyes me. “You know that’s fucked up, right?”
I shrug, glancin’ at my screen. “Fuck that nasty, cum-guzzlin’ bitch. And fuck you too.”
“Fuck you, bitch!”
I crack up. “Boo, you wish you could fuck all this goodness. But guess what, bitch? Ya dick ain’t big enough. Now get the fuck away from me before you find ya’self eatin’ glass.”
She frowns, stormin’ off.
I have a text from Elijah. ASIA GOTTA BOY N HER ROOM N DOOR IS CLOSED
I blink to make sure I’m readin’ the shit right. What the fuck! I frown, textin’ back. WHERE’S DARIUS?
Elijah texts back. HE LEFT
Oh, hell motherfuckin’ no. I yank my bag off the bar. I’ma beat that lil’ ho’s ass tonight. Then I’ma cuss Darius out for leavin’ up outta there! I specifically asked his ass to keep an eye on things. And the motherfucka dips. Then he doesn’t even call me to tell me. Oh, I’m goin’ to jail tonight. WHERE R THE TWINS?
WIT DARIUS
I sigh. Somewhat relieved he didn’t leave the eight-year-olds in the house. Still, I’m pipin’-hot mad and ready to go the hell off!
I don’t waste no time racin’ up outta the bar, hoppin’ in my truck and screechin’ my tires outta the parkin’ lot. I call Elijah’s phone, then black the minute he answers. “Who the fuck does Day’Asia have up in my motherfuckin’ house?”
He whispers into the phone. “You remember Pissy Sissy when we lived in buildin’ four?” He’s talkin’ about Priscilla Keyes, one of the hoodrat hoes from around the way, who everyone calls Pissy Sissy ’cause she smells like cat piss. Bless her lil’ smelly heart! “It’s her brother,” he says.
“Which one?”
“The one with the crooked eye.”
“Whaaaat? That cockeyed motherfucka is around your brother, Da’Quan’s, age. How long he been there?”
“Like twenty minutes. He came ten minutes after Darius left. Mommy, you better hurry up before they start doin’ stuff in there.”
I press on the gas, speedin’ through red lights and stop signs. I don’t give a fuck! I’ll run a motherfuckin’ pedestrian down dead tonight. “Where’s Joshua and Isaiah?”
“Joshua went with his dad . . . ”
I frown. What the fuck Julius doin’ comin’ to get my son without clearin’ it with me first? I see I’ma have to curse that niggah out again.
“ . . . and Isaiah’s in his room ’sleep.”
“Don’t say a word. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“I won’t,” he says, his voice goin’ lower. I almost have to strain to hear him. “But hurry. She just came out of her room and went into the kitchen. Now she’s goin’ back into her room with three beers.”
I don’t wanna hear shit else. My stomach is in knots. I need to call my bank to make sure I have enough money for bail. I tell Elijah to make sure the patio door is unlocked for me. Then remind him to keep his goddamn mouth shut. He promises.
I disconnect. They done fucked up my groove and I’m pissed the fuck off!
Twenty-Six
It takes me exactly ten minutes and seven-seconds to get to the house. As I creep up to the house, I shut off my lights. There’s a dark-colored BMW boldly parked up in the driveway. Oh, this bitch is real grown ’n hot with it, bringin’ her niggahs up in where I pay motherfuckin’ rent!
See. Her ass thought she was real slick. Askin’ me a buncha goddamn questions earlier about what I had planned for the night. I knew her sneaky ass was up to somethin’, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. That’s why I asked Darius to keep an eye on her ass. Then I told Elijah to be on the lookout as well; just in case. This lil’ grown bitch keeps the switch flipped on sneaky. I block the niggah’s car. His ass ain’t goin’ no-motherfuckin’-where tonight!
I walk around to the back of the house, slippin’ off my heels as I quietly slide open the glass door. Elijah is sittin’ at the dinin’ room table, waiting. His eyes are wide with excitement. His ass loves drama. I put a finger up to my lips, walkin’ toward the hall closet. I pull out my locked box, open it with the key I keep hidden, then pull out Old Faithful and load it. Then I stand there for a hot minute, starin’ down the hall at Day’Asia’s door. Fuck knockin’ on it. Fuck yellin’ out her name so she can scramble around and hide shit. No, this calls for street action. I take off runnin’ down the hall and kick in her door, causin’ it to fly off the goddamn hinges.
“Surprise, motherfuckas!” I yell, wavin’ my gun in the air. “Don’t fuckin’ move. Or I’ma blow both of your motherfuckin’ heads off.”
