suddenly I found myself face to face with Shay Cooper, a slender-bodied, Indian girl with a caramel complexion that had been kicking it with my sister ever since they’d met at Malcolm X College a year ago.
Shay was twenty-one, same age as me, and she had on a pink and white Polo shirt with matching short-shorts and Pumas. Her soft smile made me smile.
“I smell that loud pack,” she said excitedly. “Bust that shit out Lil Mike. Let me get a blunt or two for me and Treecy.”
“Nigga,” I said, looking at her long sexy legs, “Treecy already got some weed and I gotta go somewhere right quick.” I stepped past Shay and headed up the hallway. She followed me out to the car, giggling like the weed-head she truly was.
Ignoring Shay proved to be impossible; she was sexy and slim, kinda like Rihanna, and she always smelled good enough to eat. I’d had the pleasure of fucking her several times already. But as bad as I wanted to do it again, I knew that getting the cash and drugs to a safe place had to come first.
Shay grabbed the back of my shirt as I was dropping the duffle bags in the trunk and she didn’t let go until I walked to the driver’s door and opened it.
“You make me sick,” she mumbled, angrily pushing her palm into my back.
“Why do I make you sick?” I started the engine, pulled my door shut, and then looked out at her. She had her hands on her hips.
“You know damn well why,” she snapped . “It’s the Fourth. I came over here to kick it with you. A bitch ain’t had no dick in two weeks and you wanna leave as soon as I get here. I should cuss yo’ ass out.” She rolled her pretty brown eyes and sucked her pearly white teeth. “That’s why I can’t stand your bald-headed ass now.”
Adjusting the rearview mirror, I glanced at my reflection and displayed a brief grin. I had shaved my head bald this morning before hopping in the shower and now it was shining in the searing-hot sunlight like a smooth, tan bowling ball. There was a long scar running from just above my right eyebrow down to the side of my mouth, a permanent reminder of the time I’d recently served in the Illinois juvenile prison system.
“Come on,” I finally said, opening my door and sliding my seat forward. “You gotta get in the back seat, though. Got blood all over the passenger’s seat.”
“Blood?” Shay climbed in and sat behind the passenger’s seat, pushing the barrel of the AK-47 to the floor. “How’d you get blood on your seat?”
I shrugged and drove off. My mind was still on the money I’d just gotten. The twenty-five hundred dollars in my pocket was begging to be spent. I wanted some rims for my car, some new video games for my PS3, a few pairs of Jordan’s, and I definitely needed a fifth of Hennessy to get Kisha and Shay in the mood. But first I had to stash the duffle bags.
Turning onto Roosevelt, I was nearly rear-ended by a green Tahoe; it veered to the right just in time to avoid hitting me.
“Stupid ass nigga,” I said as I watched the SUV turn left on Kedzie.
“Don’t worry about them,” Shay said, snaking her head around my seat and pressing her soft lips against the side of my neck. “I should be the only thing on your mind.”
My dick got hard instantly and I quickly forgot about the dark green Tahoe.
~Chapter 7~
“Slow the fuck down Cresha! You almost hit that car back there!”
“My bad, James, I was looking at this Google Maps app. The house should be right around this corner,” Lacresha said as she made a left turn on 13 th and another left onto Troy.
She had made James drop off his friends before telling him about the identification card that she’d found on Mone’s bedroom floor. Now she and her brother were alone in his Tahoe vigilantly flicking their eyes around at the unfamiliar environment. Neither one of them had ever frequented the west side of the Windy City except for those rare occasions when they came to visit their aunt Crystal.
Cresha spotted
Shay was twenty-one, same age as me, and she had on a pink and white Polo shirt with matching short-shorts and Pumas. Her soft smile made me smile.
“I smell that loud pack,” she said excitedly. “Bust that shit out Lil Mike. Let me get a blunt or two for me and Treecy.”
“Nigga,” I said, looking at her long sexy legs, “Treecy already got some weed and I gotta go somewhere right quick.” I stepped past Shay and headed up the hallway. She followed me out to the car, giggling like the weed-head she truly was.
Ignoring Shay proved to be impossible; she was sexy and slim, kinda like Rihanna, and she always smelled good enough to eat. I’d had the pleasure of fucking her several times already. But as bad as I wanted to do it again, I knew that getting the cash and drugs to a safe place had to come first.
Shay grabbed the back of my shirt as I was dropping the duffle bags in the trunk and she didn’t let go until I walked to the driver’s door and opened it.
“You make me sick,” she mumbled, angrily pushing her palm into my back.
“Why do I make you sick?” I started the engine, pulled my door shut, and then looked out at her. She had her hands on her hips.
“You know damn well why,” she snapped . “It’s the Fourth. I came over here to kick it with you. A bitch ain’t had no dick in two weeks and you wanna leave as soon as I get here. I should cuss yo’ ass out.” She rolled her pretty brown eyes and sucked her pearly white teeth. “That’s why I can’t stand your bald-headed ass now.”
Adjusting the rearview mirror, I glanced at my reflection and displayed a brief grin. I had shaved my head bald this morning before hopping in the shower and now it was shining in the searing-hot sunlight like a smooth, tan bowling ball. There was a long scar running from just above my right eyebrow down to the side of my mouth, a permanent reminder of the time I’d recently served in the Illinois juvenile prison system.
“Come on,” I finally said, opening my door and sliding my seat forward. “You gotta get in the back seat, though. Got blood all over the passenger’s seat.”
“Blood?” Shay climbed in and sat behind the passenger’s seat, pushing the barrel of the AK-47 to the floor. “How’d you get blood on your seat?”
I shrugged and drove off. My mind was still on the money I’d just gotten. The twenty-five hundred dollars in my pocket was begging to be spent. I wanted some rims for my car, some new video games for my PS3, a few pairs of Jordan’s, and I definitely needed a fifth of Hennessy to get Kisha and Shay in the mood. But first I had to stash the duffle bags.
Turning onto Roosevelt, I was nearly rear-ended by a green Tahoe; it veered to the right just in time to avoid hitting me.
“Stupid ass nigga,” I said as I watched the SUV turn left on Kedzie.
“Don’t worry about them,” Shay said, snaking her head around my seat and pressing her soft lips against the side of my neck. “I should be the only thing on your mind.”
My dick got hard instantly and I quickly forgot about the dark green Tahoe.
~Chapter 7~
“Slow the fuck down Cresha! You almost hit that car back there!”
“My bad, James, I was looking at this Google Maps app. The house should be right around this corner,” Lacresha said as she made a left turn on 13 th and another left onto Troy.
She had made James drop off his friends before telling him about the identification card that she’d found on Mone’s bedroom floor. Now she and her brother were alone in his Tahoe vigilantly flicking their eyes around at the unfamiliar environment. Neither one of them had ever frequented the west side of the Windy City except for those rare occasions when they came to visit their aunt Crystal.
Cresha spotted
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