Another Hood Love (3 page)

Jaeda

Three months had passed since we had begun to work for my Uncle; it actually wasn’t as bad as I thought. The four of us were seeing more than a little bit of paper, and we had begun to make a name for ourselves in the streets. The bitches didn’t even come at us on no sucker shit at all; they knew Laela and I weren’t the ones. My hands were lethal and Laela didn’t do no playing when she pulled her razor. We had to make a few examples, male and female, but now they knew we were quick to give that act right. Between the four of us, and the others we had on our team, we were moving mean in the East.

We had added my best friend Lexis, who was a tall slim light bright with naturally curly hair. She wasn’t no punk either; she talked shit like a second language and could back it all up. Then there was Rico; he was a half black half Mexican kid from the deep east that was sick with a pistol, and moved his bundles like ice cream in the hood. Brayden, or B as we called him, was a stocky black ass guy that was a little older than us, but he had the line on anything and everything – business or leisure, whatever we needed he knew somebody with it. B had hands like boulders, and niggas didn’t want parts of that. Lastly were the twins, Sage and Greg; they were almost identical but had obvious differences and they moved together. You rarely saw one without the other. Both were caramel-complexioned with curly hair and hazel eyes, with attitudes out of this world. Sage wouldn’t hesitate to get disrespectful; she would cuss your mama out if she felt the need, and Greg had absolutely no filter – he didn’t hold back a thing. It was funny because he was that disrespectful nigga that would have a bad bitch reevaluating herself just from his words.

We had been named Gas Squad in the streets because we were out here making moves. Our squad had the East on lock, but we were known in the East, West, and the North. Niggas feared us, but we also got a lot of love. Uncle Ken had his meetings with us, but we conducted our own meetings at the beginning of every month. Tone and I had made it official, and Laela and Jah were still going strong. We had a cool little savings, but it still wasn’t much to have us set like we wanted. Our stocks were doing well thanks to Jah and Laela, and yeah we were flexing a little like any normal teenager, but we kept it to a minimum. Laela had recently bought a car; it was actually the twin to Jah’s whip. She had bought the exact same Audi but had hers painted red; she had a custom box built in her trunk for three 12” speakers, and had a clean TV deck installed with caramel interior. Her shit was nice and I loved riding with her. Her whip was cleaner than Jah’s, but I would never tell him that.

Tone and I had made it official after one of their away games. The guys had gone to an away game for the weekend, and Tone had called me late night even though he should have been sleep getting rest for the big game the next day.

“Aye Jae Money, when you going to stop playing with a nigga?” Tone asked when I answered the phone.

“How I’m playing Tone?” I giggled as I looked at the time to see that it was after midnight.

“Because I’m really trying to fuck with you blood, and you acting like you don’t want a nigga.” I sat and let Tone’s words sink in, I really did like him; we spent a lot of time together due to Gas Squad and Jah and Laela, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to take a risk on ruining our friendship for a relationship. On the other hand, I knew I would go crazy seeing him with another bitch.

“Look Tone, I really like you but I don’t know about taking that step to a relationship. I mean, we are moving at different speeds and I’m not trying to slow you down,” I replied.

“Look Jae Money, I know how you rock and I’m willing to take it slow, but a nigga want you and if it’s bad then say that, but if you rocking then say that, but tell a nigga something.” Tone’s voice was so sexy and after a short pause, I let go of everything and told him what I was feeling.

“Okay Tone, we can do this but I don’t play that bullshit, don’t make me cut a bitch or drop a bitch – you see how I did ya boo, don’t play with me fool.”

From that night on, Tone and I were a team. I rocked for him and he rocked for me. It had been almost three months and that was my boo for real. I wasn’t a very intimate person, but Tone brought out things in me that I didn’t know existed; it was easy to open up about my dreams and fears to him. Things that I put in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but be able to smoothly discuss them with him, and that’s how I knew that I had made the right decision by taking a chance on our relationship. I know that I said I wanted to take it slow, but we had been moving extremely fast. I had already been having sex with him as of two weeks ago, and Laela and Jah hadn’t even done it yet. I don’t know if it was because of my past and the things that Sheldon did to me, but I felt like when it came to sex, a whole another person came and took over my body.

The first time Tone and I had sex, we were watching a movie at the drive in movies and next thing I knew, I was on top of him kissing on his neck; seconds later, my pants were at my ankles. The next day I was so embarrassed about my actions that I ignored Tone all day. I didn’t know where those actions came from; it was like some force took over me and turned me into a freak.

Now two weeks later, and I was sitting in the Planned Parenthood with Lexis to get some condoms, because Tone and I were definitely not using protection from the beginning. I may have been dumb for not protecting myself at first, but I knew I had to get it together because I wasn’t going to assume that just because a boy says I’m his only boo that I’m the only one he’s fucking. I wasn’t trying to catch no STD’s or any babies. I was browsing through Instagram as I made small talk with Lexis while we waited for our names to be called.

After handling everything I needed at the Planned Parenthood, Lexis and I made our way over to Gio’s spot for our monthly Squad meeting. We had been doing pretty well on the streets and our squad was strong, so I knew the numbers at the meeting would be good.

“Alright squad let’s get this meeting going,” Jah raised his voice slightly to get everybody’s attention. I looked around the room as I rolled up some cookies blunts. Jah began to go over the numbers that we pulled in over the last month. According to Uncle Ken, the team on the West side was bringing in about $12,000 a night with a team of 15, and we had assembled our own team of nine and we were bringing in a minimum of $20,000 a night. We had our regular knocks as well as 12 blocks on lock, so money flowed a little more freely on our end. We dealt with hard and soft, but were starting to look into other ventures. Uncle Ken wanted us to move into weed, but Jah and Rico had been looking into moving in on the heroin territory. Dealing with a lot of different people we had started to get a lot of different people coming to our blocks looking for tar, and they figured we should try it out. The West side had that on lock but our squad didn’t. Because we were the younger team, Uncle Ken didn’t exactly feel as if it was safe for us to jump into that game. The risks were so much greater but if we added two more bodies to the squad, we could add the heroin block to our territory and increase our profits by almost double.

B then came with another proposition; he had a line on some sliders and explained that he had four bitches that were with the shit, and would run the packs across 5 different states every three weeks. He explained that the numbers were legit and we could stand to bring in $20,000 per head off sending them on runs. B told us how that all worked, and how he had a deal on all the equipment to press up the cards as well as fake ID cards. After telling us how it all worked, both ventures sounded like they were going to have us papered up. The Squad was in agreement to go ahead and move on both ventures, which meant adding more people to the Gas Squad, but way more money. We were definitely young and getting it.

We agreed to talk to Uncle Ken and let him know that we would be moving in on that new block within the next month. We were going to send the twins to scope out the block to see who the regulars were and how the operation was running as of now, so we would know how to run once we took over. Strong-arming the block wasn’t the smartest strategy, but in this day and age you just had to go and take what you wanted. Fuck all that trying to talk and join forces. Uncle Ken was cool with the O.Gs over that way, and although they had a few hands on that block, they would make our move smoother for a small percentage. Gas Squad was definitely coming up in the streets and also expanding; with our hands in so many different pots, we definitely were going to have to move smart because with more money came more problems and we didn’t need FED issues.

After the meeting ended, we all decided to go to hang out in the hood. Jah had his older brother grab us a couple bottles of Grey Goose, and Avion and I had hit up Tommy and grabbed a zip of cookies from him and some swishers. We were chilling tonight, and it was better to chill in the hood and make money while doing it. I was sitting on Tone’s lap as I rolled up multiple blunts; watching B and Rico slap box was cracking me up. I could feel Tone’s lips on my neck as I licked the swisher closed on the final blunt. I was ready to shake everybody and go lay up with my boo, but there was money to be made so I shifted on his lap so that I was now facing him. I kissed his full juicy lips as he stared into my eyes.

“You ready to take over the world bae?” he asked.

“As long as the Squad with me, I’m ready for whatever,” I replied. He shook his head and brought his lips to my ear.

“Fuck the rest – as long as I’m living, the world will always be yours.” I blushed at his words; in such a short time, we had both become head over heels for each other. I would be 16 in two weeks and I didn’t have anything to compare this feeling to, but what I felt for Tone was deep. When my heart beat, his was beating at the same pace; I could text him and he would be texting me at the same time. We were just so in sync with each other and it was creepy at times, but at the same time it was a good feeling to know that there was somebody in this world besides Laela that I could say really cared for me fully and whole-heartedly. My sister and I would always move as one but now there was Tone, and our souls just connected.

We spent plenty of nights on the phone talking about our futures; neither of us wanted this life forever, but we were going to use this as a stepping-stone to bigger and better things. Tone had three different schools eyeing him for potential scholarships, and I was going to push my bae to be the best on the field. Oakland was home, but it wasn’t life; too many people ended up stuck here, and some never made it to see their next birthday. As much as I loved my city, the Town was a dangerous place, so Tone and I constantly talked about getting out.

We hung on the block clowning until about one in the morning. When we decided to wrap it up, the twins went into the trap apartment that we had rented out down the block to secure everything, and closed it all up for the night. Once everything was locked up and shut down, we said our goodbyes, hopped in our cars, and went our separate ways. Once Laela and I made it home, I texted Tone letting him know I was in, and I passed out minutes later on top of my bed – still fully clothed. I was high as shit and low key tipsy. I drifted to sleep dreaming of Tone and our future together.

Laela

I’ve been dreaming bout money, I been dreaming bout money girl I been.

I was riding on the freeway with Jaeda and headed to the mall as we were listening to our cousin’s music. He was an up and coming rapper in Oakland that had a big following. Young Ro was a young nigga coming up in the streets, and although he was our cousin, we didn’t spend much time with him because he was always on the go – either with music or in the streets trying to get it. His music was the truth, and I could definitely relate to the shit that he rapped about. Jaeda and I were headed to the mall to go find something to wear for the weekend. It was Jaeda’s 16
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birthday and we were going the club. B had made us all some fake IDs and we were going to go to the club to see our cousin and his crew 120 Records perform, along with others. I did my best to try and make Jaeda feel special today for her birthday. I was taking her to MAC to get her makeup done, and after we finished shopping we are going to eat at The Cheesecake Factory, and then I got us adjoining hotel rooms for the after party. My little sister was growing up and I had all intentions on making this just the beginning of many great birthdays to come.

Jah and Tone were going to meet us at dinner, but until then I just wanted to enjoy our sister time. I turned the music down and looked at my little sister.

“Jaeda you’re growing up on me, how does it feel to be 16 biiiiitch?!” I yelled twerking in my seat. Jaeda laughed at my silliness.

“You would think it was your birthday, shit – you more juiced than me.” We laughed together.

“It is my birthday bruh, what’s yours is mine,” I told her. I turned the music back up and changed the CD to Peezy. I was in my zone and just was ready to turn up. I passed Jaeda a blunt and a lighter, and waited for her to fire up.

“Damn bitch, you snatched right now,” I told Jaeda as she looked over herself in the mirror. The girl at MAC did her thing on my sister, and she looked like she was turning 18 instead of just 16. Jaeda’s hair was flat-ironed bone straight with a middle part, and it was laid. She had grabbed an all-white jersey dress from BEBE that wasn’t too tight, but hugged in all the right places. Her shoes were Steve Madden Foxxee closed-toe, multi-colored pumps with a matching clutch, and silver accessories. My bitch was bad off top. I, on the other hand, was dressed in an all-white romper I found in Forever 21, and I topped it off with some fire red peep toe heels from ALDO, and a matching cross-bag. I had installed a 24” red ombre Malaysian bundle, and together my sister and I were going to kill shit. We walked out of our hotel room headed to dinner.

I dialed Jah and let him know that we were on our way to the restaurant. Tonight was the night that I would finally give Jah some action. I had been celibate in my relationship so far, and I was finally ready to rid myself of my innocence and give my boo the most sacred part of me. I knew Jaeda and Tone were already sexually active, but we hadn’t really talked about it with each other. Every time I would bring it up, she would change the subject. Jaeda was funny when it came to sexual things; she would close up like an oyster when sex was the topic. I wasn’t sure why, especially since it wasn’t like she wasn’t engaging. I planned to get the scoop sooner or later. For now, we would just enjoy this night.

I pulled up to the restaurant and let valet park my baby. As we walked up to the door, I spotted the guys standing near the entrance engaged in a conversation with a couple of females. As we walked up, the guys were looking in our directions while the females were still standing there running their mouths. These thot ass bitches was looking like young rats, skimpy clothing barely covering them and colorful stiff ass weaves.

“Eew,” I said under my breath.

“Excuse me babe, are you done entertaining the circus animals bae?” Jaeda asked Tone as she walked up on him.

“Bitch you wish you looked this good,” one of the thots screeched. I began to laugh out loud at the nerve of these hoes.

“Girl you been done, now excuse us,” I pushed past them as I grabbed Jah’s hand. We walked off into the restaurant.

“Them ugly hoes ain’t even on our level, Chanel,” I heard one of them say. I laughed; just like black folks to name their children after some classy shit, but they looking like Shenaynay.

During dinner we ordered drinks and food, and enjoyed our time clowning, just the four of us. We talked about the future, and moving to the East Coast once we were able to be on our own. We were all determined to go to college and own our own businesses. We had big dreams, and I was glad that even with the money we would have, we all were still focused on bettering ourselves and moving on from the game. Yea the money and the fame were a temporary high, but it could all be gone in the blink of an eye. Fast money wasn’t always good money because you could lose it just as fast as you got it. If we died, we knew we couldn’t take it with us so we had fun and bossed up when we wanted to, but we were also smart and had plenty stashed for a rainy day.

After dinner, we met up with the squad at the club. We were told that we wouldn’t have any issues at the door, but we still had our fake IDs just in case they got to tripping. Gas Squad stepped in the club looking like new money, and as we walked to our VIP table, all eyes were on us. I began to sway my hips and bob my head as Kash Doll’s song “Run Me My Money” blasted through the club. Once we got seated, the bottles started coming and I could really get used to this scene. I liked the feeling of being a free spirit, blowing money and being surrounded by my niggas – the ones that I loved, trusted, and would kill and die for, but most importantly, the ones that would return the gesture. After popping bottles after bottles, we girls decided to go towards the stage as my cousin and his crew got ready to perform. They did a fifteen-minute set, and we did the most in front of the stage the entire time.

As we were walking back to our booth, I was bumped by some fat bitch, so I pushed her ass back. Bitch wasn’t about to step her heavy ass on my damn pedicure. Soon as I did that, her partner snaked her neck

“Unt uh, don’t put yo hands on my best friend,” I mugged the bitch and kept it pushing until I felt one of those dirty hoes grab my inches. I whipped around quick as hell and sent two straight in her grill. Bitches always fucked up by making the first move with no follow up. I pushed the bitch into her friend, and then came at her with a three-piece combo – no biscuit. Big bitches always thought they could do something because they were bigger, but my granny always said the bigger the bitch the harder she fell. Soon as her fat ass hit the ground, I lifted my heeled foot to stomp the bitch, but strong arms pulled me away. I was in a zone and once I was pulled away, I was happy to see that my whole squad was putting in work. Those hoes must have been in there deep, but they weren’t ready for Gas Squad.

Once we were separated from the group of girls, I realized that these were the same hoes that we had that fight with at the lake. You would think the bitches learned the first time; shit, maybe I should have brought my razor out to play just to make an example. As we were exiting the club, I noticed a group of niggas off to the side fighting as well. I grabbed Jaeda and pulled her out the doors. One thing about Oakland is if you see niggas fighting, there was a 50% chance that there would be gunshots to follow. No matter how much security was in the place, somebody was getting in with their gun. No more than five seconds after our feet hit the sidewalk, we heard gunshots let off. I grabbed Jaeda and Lexis’ hands, and we made our way to our cars. I turned around and the guys were running toward us, guns down to their side. I didn’t know what happened, but I was just trying to make sure that we all made it to our whips safely.

We left the club and headed straight to the freeway; Jaeda fired up a blunt and handed it to me. I was pissed because I had broken two nails beating on that gorilla-looking hoe. We all pulled up to the hotel at the same time; once we all piled out the car, you couldn’t even tell that we had just gotten into a big brawl.

We made it into our rooms and as I looked at the guys, I knew something had gone down with them after we had gotten pushed out the club.

“Aye, so what happened with y’all?” I directed my question at Rico, because he was the closest to me. He shook his head.

“Man I guess them hoes y’all whooped on had some niggas that didn’t like how they were getting scraped on, and they came at us on some hype shit because they knew we were all together.” I shook my head.

“Niggas rocked up like they really wanted they issue, so we gave it to them but soon as we started to get on them niggas tough, one of them niggas drew his banger and Jah pulled his.” I turned to Jah.

“You shot the nigga in front of all them people bae?” I asked, afraid of his answer. I wasn’t afraid that he shot somebody because I knew my nigga was a hood nigga to the core, and I was rocking with him regardless; I was scared that somebody would be able to point him out and he would go down.

“Yea bae, but I had B peoples stay back and take care of everything; ain’t shit to worry about.” I leaned into him and kissed him; I wouldn’t be able to deal if something happened to my baby. We chilled for a little while longer until I decided I wanted my nigga all to myself.

“Y’all gotsta go, it’s been real but umm…y’all gotta cut,” I told the Squad.

“Bitch don’t be trying to kick us out if you not dropping them draws tonight,” Sage turned to me and said.

“Hoe don’t do me,” I laughed. Everybody always cracked jokes about Jah and I not being sexually active, but little did they know I was going to shake the good girl and let my bae get what was his tonight.

I looked around and realized Jaeda and Tone’s nasty asses were already gone; they were too cute together – I just hoped they were using protection. The rest of the Squad left and I turned to my man and jumped into his arms. His light bright skin was so smooth and I loved to rub my hands up and down his arms; his broad shoulders and strong arms were so attractive to me. I began to kiss all up on his neck as he palmed my ass and buried his face into the crook of my neck. We began to kiss passionately, and the way his lips felt on mine was like magic. The shit we had was real, and Jah had electricity shooting between my thighs, my pussy was dripping in anticipation of what was to come. Jah had gotten me aroused plenty of times before, but I had never felt like this.

“You not scared Rocky?” Jah whispered, clowning me about the fight earlier.

“Nah baby, I’m ready for whatever.”

He walked, carrying me effortlessly to the attached bathroom, and set me on the sink while pulling my romper down over my hips in one swift motion. I never had even felt him unzip me. I looked into his eyes as he dropped down to his knees, pushing my knees into my chest and pulling me to the edge. Jah licked his lips as he dove into my wetness face first. He began to suck on my pearl gently as he rubbed his thumb deep into my creamy center. I threw my head back as a feeling of pure satisfaction took over my body. I let out a sharp breath as he began to swirl his tongue deep inside me. Man, my baby tongue was the truth! I may have been very inexperienced, but whatever he was doing to me was making me feel like I wanted this forever.

I began to grind my hips into his face and the feeling was explosive; I was riding a wave, and I swear I didn’t know what Jah was doing to me, but I loved it. He stood up and I just stared into his eyes as helped me down and walked me over to the shower. Jah reached in and adjusted the water before he dropped his clothes and helped me out my heels. Once we were fully naked, we stepped in the shower and it was on. Jah attacked my body like he was hungry and hadn’t eaten in weeks; as he sucked on my breast, he was rubbing my pearl in a circular motion and it was driving me crazy. After I had creamed all over his hand, he pulled me into him and grabbed his thick long pole, and rubbed the head along my lower lips.

After getting me soaking wet, he pushed the head into me, I gasped as the head of his penis broke past my opening. Jah paused for a second before he inched in a little deeper; I was clenching my teeth because the pain was sharp, but Jah was taking his time while placing soft kisses all over my neck and face. The combination of his lips and the water on my skin had me ready to take the pain, because I knew the pleasure was coming. Jah plunged into me deep and I screamed out in pain.

“Sshh, baby take it,” he said as he began to grind into me.

“Oooh bae don’t stop” I moaned; the mixture of pain and pleasure was out of this world. Jah began to speed up, and I swear that feeling of ecstasy came over me again; we had a found a rhythm and I was matching Jah’s every stroke. I began to grind into him harder, rolling my hips as I gripped his biceps. Jah began to speed up and then I felt his hot liquid shoot up inside me. I leaned back trying to catch my breath; after about ten minutes, Jah washed me and himself from head to toe, and we exited the shower before he grabbed a condom and we went for rounds two, three, and four. By the time we were done, the sun had come up and we passed out, laid across each other in the king-sized bed.