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  Gangsta hung up the phone.

  He needed to get back to NeNe. He cranked up the car and looked at the bag on the passenger’s seat. Everything he needed from Ms. Doc was in that brown paper bag, so now all he had to do was put his plan into motion. He mashed the gas and pulled off into traffic.

  A person will never know the outcome of the next person until the heat is on. No matter what type of reputation a nigga’s got in the streets, how much money he gets, what kind of crew he runs with, or what he did in the past, when it’s just him in that tiny room and he is alone with the police, somehow, someway all that solid shit flies out the door. All that shit gets broken down and peeled to the true surface of a snitch.

  Gangsta wanted badly to hit Dank where it hurt, but that would involve his mother, and she was like Gangsta’s mom. She must not be held to blame for her son’s actions.

  It wasn’t long before he made it back into the city limits. He headed straight to College Park and to Terry’s apartment that she’d recently moved into. She wasn’t home when he got there, so he took a quick shower.

  After the shower, Gangsta called Teyummie, who answered her phone in a sexy tone.

  “Hello?”

  “Teyummie, what’s up wit’cha?”

  “Oh, hey, boo. What’s up?” she asked with a sense of excitement.

  “Coolin’, so I just thought I’d hit ya up. Where y’all at on Simpson?” Gangsta asked while leaving the apartment and heading back to the car.

  “Nah, I’m at our house, ‘bout to bathe.”

  When she spoke those words, it gave him visions of her naked, and her sexy body matching her beautiful face made him brick up.

  “Damn, that sounds good.”

  “Would be even better if you came over. Maybe you can help me and wash my back,” Teyummie said and started laughing. “I’m just playin’.”

  “Don’t get scared now,” Gangsta replied.

  “Never dat. I’m just chilling, though.”

  “Let me come chill wit’cha, though.”

  “Um—”

  “You can let me kiss on the other lips for ‘bout twenty minutes,” Gangsta pressed.

  “Boy, hush, you crazy.”

  “I’m for real, though. I just wanna cuddle for an hour or so.”

  “Yeah right, Gangsta. I don’t know.”

  “Girl, just text me the address. Don’t get scared now, and I can keep a secret,” Gangsta said.

  “I swear, if this comes back to—”

  “Real niggas don’t talk,” he said, cutting her off.

  Gangsta’s mind drifted back to the seventh grade during the first day of school when he first tried to get with her.

  He was walking down the hallway with his cousin, Eric, when he noticed her walking alone and looking lost.

  Teyummie was fresher than most girls in the school and was hands down prettier, so she had caught Gangsta’s attention. He noticed her hands filled with rings and her neck had two chains around it. Her hairdo was priceless and nails were well done, so he couldn’t help but to speak.

  “Excuse me. What’s up?” he asked and stepped toward her.

  “You’re excused,” Teyummie said with a voice matching her beauty.

  “I’m Gangsta. What’s yo’ name?”

  “I’m late for class, and my boyfriend is walking up behind you,” she shot back with a smirk on her face.

  Gangsta turned around and saw Pat Man walking up, so he walked away. He saw her walk into Pat Man’s arms, and then she kissed him. Gangsta went on about his business, because he wasn’t a hater.

  Later that day, he caught her in the hallway and asked her name again.

  “Teyummie,” she spoke.

  “Okay, I’m Gangsta,” he shot back, looking directly in her eyes to let her know he was choosin’.

  “Ok, cool, so I’ll see you around,” Teyummie said as the bell sounded off.

  Gangsta decided to leave school early that day and never returned that year due to being arrested. When he did finally get out, Teyummie and Pat Man were in an even deeper relationship than before, and she was looking even better. Bad as Gangsta wanted to fuck her, his focus was his comeuppance, so he quickly forgot about her when his feet hit the ground until recently seeing her.

  Pat Man and Teyummie had a nice home in Forest Park, a very low-key area with beautiful houses and big yards. He was amazed at the sight he saw as he pulled up to the address given.

  The house was surrounded by an iron gate. Three cars lined the circle driveway, and Teyummie stood on the porch holding a remote to open the gate. Gangsta parked beside a Range Rover and watched Teyummie watch him. He climbed out of the car with eyes filled with lust. He wanted nothing more in the world than to fuck this woman.

  She was standing on the porch in a pink robe, and her hair hung loose. He could see the nice figure she had under the silk robe, and could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her nipples poked out.

  “Thought you stood me up,” she spoke once he made it on the porch and walked into the house. “Close and lock the door,” she said over her shoulder.

  Gangsta kicked the door closed, but didn’t lock it while looking around the spacious living room. He knew Pat Man was straight, but he didn’t realize he was doing it as big as he truly was. Now he saw and knew he had to play it cool like it wasn’t nothing to his eyes.

  Teyummie walked to the wet bar.

  “Want something to drink?” she asked while mixing herself a drink and looking more beautiful than ever.

  Gangsta took a seat on the plush sofa and said, “Yeah, pussy juice if it’s any over there.”

  “Boy,” she laughed and tossed back a shot. “It’s plenty of that, though.”

  “I hope it’s sweet as it looks,” he shot back as Teyummie walked from behind the bar and untied her robe.

  It fell open to reveal she was naked. She had beautiful breasts, a navel ring, a trim pussy, and thick thighs. Gangsta just stared, and his dick was getting harder by the second. Gangsta’s mind drifted a few summers back when he almost had a chance to fuck Teyummie.

  It was a hot summer day and everybody could be found at the pool at Gun Club Park. Gangsta and Kash had got there late and were told it was packed.

  Kash wanted to argue with the park patrol, but Gangsta stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away. Gangsta knew they both had guns and drugs on them, and neither could afford a slip up. He decided to park the bikes they rode on Ruth Street. It was indeed overcrowded, but they didn’t care as long as they were in the midst.

  Gangsta saw all of his schoolmates. He saw the entire Johnson Road clique and his girlfriend, Terry. This was somebody he did not want to be bothered with, so he made sure to stay his distance. He knew if she saw him it would be a problem at the park today.

  Gangsta and Kash posted up in the corner of the park to roll up blunts and watch who watched them. He noticed Teyummie getting out of the pool. She grabbed a towel from one of her friends, wrapping it around her waist, and then headed to the shower room and restroom.

  Gangsta made his move and headed in that direction as slick as he could without being seen. He walked unnoticed inside the girls’ restroom, where he saw Teyummie standing in the mirror.

  “What yo’ butt doing in here?” she asked, surprised.

  “I saw you and I miss you.”

  “Where you been? It’s been a minute, huh?”

  “Yup, now lemme get a hug.” Gangsta walked into the bathroom toward her.

  “You crazy,” Teyummie said nervously.

  “’Bout you. Where yo’ nigga at?”

  Gangsta pulled her into his arms. She had no time to reply as Gangsta’s lips met her own. She wrapped her arms around his neck. While in his embrace, she felt Gangsta’s hand brush between her thighs.

  “Un huh, nah, no,” Teyummie softly moaned, but she didn’t stop him from pulling her panties to the side.

  “What? Shh, and just let me—”

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sp; He pushed a finger into her wetness, and she moaned louder.

  “Stop, Gary,” she said.

  As soon as she said those words, somebody else walked into the bathroom and caused them to break from their embrace while Teyummie fixed her clothes.

  “Oh, wee, look a here, look a here,” one of Terry’s friends from Johnson Road named Nikki said.

  Nikki laughed as Teyummie quickly left. Gangsta just looked and then walked off, shaking his head.

  “You just gonna stare me down or come get ya drink?” Teyummie asked, breaking his train of thought.

  Gangsta then realized she had allowed her robe to fall to the floor around her ankles. She was fine like frog hair, and he wanted some. All the years of pent up lust and now here was his chance to finally enter her. The moment he has dreamt about was finally about to happen.

  Teyummie walked toward Gangsta. She walked into his arms, and with one smooth motion the Glock was in Gangsta’s hand and pressed to her side.

  “Bitch, take me to the safe.”

  He pushed her out of his arms hard and her back crashed against the wet bar. She screamed out in pain as she hit the floor. She looked up with fear in her eyes.

  “Gary, baby, wh—”

  “Bitch,” Gangsta cut her off and slapped her so hard with the Glock that it cracked her jaw. “Take me to da safe.”

  Teyummie balled up from the blow as blood poured from her mouth to the floor.

  “Please, I thought we were cool. Please don’t do me like dis, Gary, please.”

  Gangsta kicked her naked side and knew he cracked her ribs from the way she yelped out in pain.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair and said, “I’m not gonna ask yo’ ass no more.”

  “Upstairs, it’s upstairs. Please, Gary. Pat Man’s gonna kill me. I thought it was ‘bout us,” she begged as he pulled her up the steps while still holding her by her hair.

  “Bitch, fuck you, now let’s go!”

  She showed him where the master bedroom was, and then pointed to the bed.

  “It’s under it.”

  “Bitch, get it.” He snatched a pillowcase off a pillow and tossed it in her face. “Hurry da fuck up.”

  Teyummie staggered over and shoved the bed out of the way to reveal an in-ground safe. She punched a code in and pulled it open.

  “Fill it up. Empty the safe,” Gangsta demanded and loved the sight he saw.

  “Gary, please—” she started to plead again.

  “Bitch,” Gangsta shouted, and then he raised the gun.

  Pow!

  He shot through the wall. Teyummie jumped and began to start pulling stacks from the safe while cryin’. After she was done, she handed over the pillowcase.

  “Thanks,” Gangsta said with a smile and shot her three times in the face at point blank range.

  Pow! Pow! Pow!

  He knocked half of her face off with the bullets. Blood and brain matter went everywhere, even on Gangsta’s pants leg and shoes. He didn’t sweat it as he loaded the money and drugs up. Gangsta made sure not to touch anything. While searching for the stash of drugs, he ran across a bulletproof vest and some more cash.

  Gangsta found a book bag full of pills and two drink bottles full. After he secured everything, Gangsta got up out of there.

  ***

  Kash

  “Damn,” Kash said out loud at the thought of Dank. Kash jumped off of his bunk and stormed out of the cell. He needed to workout and get the stress off his mind. It was killing him to know his so-called friend dropped a dime on him. A group of guys were doing pull-ups in the corner of the pod. Another group of guys were under the steps working out with a water bag. He pulled off his shirt and walked to where the bag was being lifted.

  “How many sets y’all doing?” he asked while watching one of the guys strain from the weight of the bag.

  Kash thought he knew the guy, but he wasn’t sure.

  “This seven, but we doing twenty, though.”

  “Let me get last down,” Kash replied and watched the two guys switch spots so the one he was speaking to could get his turn on the bag.

  Breathing heavy, the other guy, who was light skinned with freckles in his face, gave Kash a long look before he spoke.

  “Where you from, folks?” the freckle-faced guy asked.

  “Simpson,” Kash quickly replied and took his turn.

  “Ok, yeah, you got into it at the Tasty Dog, huh? You ran wit’ Dro, Slim, and them,” the guy said with a smile of admiration on his face.

  It was a smile that put Kash at ease, because at first he thought it was some beef.

  “Hell, yeah,” Kash said. Now Kash remembered his face.

  “Boy, I been gone ever since back then.”

  “Damn, that’s been like two years ago,” Kash said and put the bag on the ground so the next guy could get his reps in.

  “Hell yeah, bruh. I’m in here on a fucking body. Folks got me with felony murder and malice. That’s crazy.”

  “Damn, sho’ is.”

  “What you in for?” the freckle-faced guy asked.

  “Nothin’ major like you, bruh. A lil’ weed case and fightin’ the police,” Kash lied, because he didn’t need anybody in his business like that.

  He ended up doing seventeen reps with the guys and talking and kicking the shit until it was time to eat.

  Kash still didn’t have an appetite for some odd reason. Usually when he went to jail he knew how to adapt to the situation, but for some reason he couldn’t get into his mojo.

  Out of all the trouble he went through, he never felt so stuck, so held down, so defeated. He knew of all the crimes he had committed, this was the one that would keep him locked up for a while. That was something he did not want to face, but was forced to deal with. Kash wished like hell he could change the hands of time, because he would’ve left Dank in the hospital to deal with the issue himself. He wished he could have seen Dank’s disloyal ways in another form. Then his mind drifted to his kids and how they would be without him for years. He really wasn’t concerned about a female, because he knew they would come and go. He knew they would be there. He also knew they would play games, but his kids were a different story. Kash shook his head at the thought and gave the tray he just received to the person next to him, and then he walked to the phones. He called his lawyer, who accepted the collect call.

  “Charles, how are you?” James Pennet asked.

  “Looking for a miracle,” Kash replied.

  “I agree. Well, right now nothing has changed for the good.”

  “And for the bad?” Kash pressed.

  “Nothing has changed for the bad, either, so that gives me time to work out what little kinks I can,” he replied.

  “Ok, cool.”

  “I will be to see you in two weeks. We will work out some things. I have some ideas.”

  “Ok, bet that,” Kash replied and hung up the phone.

  He then dialed his baby’s mother, and the call was accepted.

  “Hello,” his daughter said into the phone.

  Her voice made him smile and gave him sense of life.

  “Hey, baby, what’s up?”

  “I love you. I wanna come see you, Daddy. You wanna talk to my brother?” she asked, sounding so excited.

  “Yup, where he at?”

  ***

  NeNe

  She was elated to see her car pull up an hour before it was time for her to go to work. She was even more elated because she got to see Gangsta again. NeNe never knew when he would go to jail or how long he would be in there when he did go.

  NeNe met him at the door. He had pizza in his hand and a slick smirk on his face. She moved to the side, matching his smirk, but held a blush on her face as he passed her.

  “Sorry I’m late, so I did lunch instead of breakfast.”

  Gangsta placed the pizza on the table. He had a book bag tossed over his shoulder. He pulled it off and put it on the sofa.

  “I’m just glad I won’t be late for
work.”

  “Who says you not gonna be late?” Gangsta shot back and pulled her into his embrace.

  He stared into her pretty eyes and kissed her soft lips.

  “I can’t be,” she said, and then kissed him back.

  “Every time I touch you, I wanna—” Gangsta bit his lip before he could finish his sentence.

  He kissed her neck and inhaled her smell.

  “You should’ve done like your letter said,” NeNe shot back, even though she would so love to feel him inside her.

  She knew she had to be at work, so she pushed softly out of his arms and sat on the sofa.

  “Money calls, babe.”

  He also took a seat on the sofa and grabbed the book bag. He began to open it, but stopped short. He looked at her hard and long before he spoke another word.

  “NeNe, check this out. I know it may seem as if I’m rushing or pressed, but I’m in love with you. I trust you heavy even though we just met. I’m taking a big chance, but fuck it. If it kills me, then so be it.”

  NeNe was caught off guard with that statement. She was shocked, and it showed on her face even though she was flattered. She trusted him, too, and her feelings for him were deep. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

  “Gary, I, um, I—” She stopped her statement and swallowed hard. “Whew, well, I—”

  “Are you here with me because you wanna be?” he asked, cutting her off.

  “I am. Yes, I so wanna be,” she replied.

  “Cool, me too,” Gangsta smiled.

  NeNe watched him pull stacks of money out of the book bag and bundles of colorful pills. He put everything on the table beside the pizza box.

  “And what’s all this?” NeNe asked as she found herself picking up the pills.

  “Shit I’m ‘bout to bless my people with. Here put these up.” He gave her two knots of money. “And then go wash yo’ hands. Let’s eat,” he said.

  NeNe did as she was told. She stashed the money in her shoebox and hid it in her closet. She washed her hands and joined him at the sofa. They both ate two slices of pizza, then she dropped him off in Bankhead Courts Projects before she went to work.