Around the Way Girls 9 (31 page)

Yoking me up, he shoved me up against the wall. “Me and you get down with what we do but you ain't about to back me into the corner about no chick I'm banging. Any girl I get down with is off-limits, especially Alyssa. Let me find out you went at her and I'm on your head in a major way. Play your role, baby girl. Do you understand?”

The writing was on the wall. Maybe Nique had a point about him not coming off the streets for me.
Damn, maybe I'm just as naïve as her.
I hated feeling like a basic bitch.

“Yeah, I got it, Money Mike. Have it your way, I understand.”

“Cori. Corielle.”

My eyes got wide hearing my girl scream. I grimed Mike one last time letting him know I was highly disgusted then ran out of the room to see what Nique was screaming about.

 

My phone hadn't stopped getting messages from Vic since Mike put him out of the gambling party. They ranged from him asking for us to be able to sit and talk things out to promising to crack my cranium open. Not knowing what field he was playing in from one minute to the next, I kept any response I had to myself. It was a new day so that meant trapping to get new money. Almost everything from Macy's had been sold plus the credit cards Cori ordered had arrived. Once Mike left I was sure we'd be back hitting the streets. I was more than happy to stay busy with hustles so I wouldn't have to worry about the baby in my stomach.

Hood traffic was deep but everyone was posted up shooting dice, on the porch in pointless conversations, or sleeping their afternoon buzzes off. I took pictures of the merchandise we had left then put them up on Facebook for anyone interested to inbox me. In just one hour we'd made nearly $300 on stuff we didn't spend one dollar on. No matter how much we made, the greed imbedded in my soul wanted to make more.

Sipping on an ice-cold lemonade with my shades down blocking the sun, I was trying to map out my next plan. Things had been so hectic over the last few days that I hadn't been able to put anything into a clear perspective. One thing was for sure, though, I needed money badly so I couldn't take a rest on grinding. Making a Textgram that I'd be doing all hairstyles for ten dollars off starting Monday, my notifications were already blowing up with potential appointments. I jumped up quickly to grab my appointment book but swung around at the commotion that had just pulled up.

“Cori. Corielle.” Yelling as loud as I could for my girl to get out here, I wasn't a coward by far but knew for sure I couldn't handle the gang of girls jumping out of Tasha's car.

“What up, Nique? I heard you had a message for me.” Now out of the driver's seat walking toward the porch, Tasha was tough and cocky, totally different from yesterday.

“Yeah, the same message I had when you ran up out of here on that BFF bullshit yesterday,” I snapped, turning around fronting her off. “But fuck the past 'cause I see you're here now.” Letting her know I wasn't about to back down, she could've brought an additional carload of three more bat-carrying girls and still have a battle on her hands.

Tasha was dressed in tight black leggings, a spaghetti-string baby tee, and gym shoes with her super-glue weave wrapped up in a pink scarf. I snatched off my earrings and Chanel shades then, slipping off my sandals, I was ready to square up with my ex knock-off best friend. “Bring it, bitch, let's box.”

“It's whatever. I'm about to box that bastard baby up out ya ass.”

That's all I needed to hear before I went bat shit crazy, running off the porch and into the girl who was standing in between Vic's and my happy family. She'd probably been the one in his ear getting him to flip on me in the first place. Tasha had come to fight but ended up getting her ass whopped instead. Punching her dead in the nose, I instantly drew blood but continued lay haymakers disfiguring her otherwise cute face. “I bet you won't pop up over here again. I'll kill you, Tash.” My fist was stinging so I switched hands and in the process took a few blows to the jaw myself. Tasha wasn't going down easy, but trust her ass had no other choice but to get knocked out. Her team must've known Tasha wasn't coming back from the beating I was putting on her. They jumped in pulling my hair and arms. It was hard trying to fight one on three as Tasha wildly kicked toward my midsection.
Where in the fuck is my team?

“Get up off my girl. Mike, grab the pistol, it's crazy out here.”

I finally heard Cori run out of the house. And that's when one of Tasha's friends took her last and final chance to knock me upside the head before Cori snatched her to the ground. Stomping blood from her mouth, I took my chance at revenge kicking her head like a Nerf ball. The other girl took off running up the block screaming for help when Mike bust shots into the air. “G'on and take Tasha out; I'm on that runner's head.” Cori jumped in Tasha's car and took up flying up the street.

“Bring that motherfucking car back, yamp,” Tasha yelled trying to run toward her car but was slowed down to a limp. Cori had bent the corner and you could hear screams piercing through the air of the girl who had come with Tasha. Ol' girl had it coming for coming to jump me.

Tasha fell to the pavement after I knocked her in the back of the head twice. Me and Cori weren't playing but all three of them deserved what they had coming for popping up on our territory. I swooped my sundress up between my legs like a lady and sat down on top of Tasha. I was getting ready to enjoy every moment of this twisted retaliation. The fight had turned into a massacre and the point I was about to prove was gonna be brutal. Her hair was matted and covered in blood as I continued to slam her cranium into the ground.

“So you came to do what? Box what baby out of me, bitch? You better tell Vic to send some real goons.”

“Get the fuck up off that tramp, Nique.” Mike aggressively snatched me off of Tasha.

Getting up was nothing, I'd already beat her limp. There was nothing else to but hawk up a big glob of saliva on her. “This is from my unborn.” Smiling in a few of the cameras, every fight in the hood went viral so this would be no different. I didn't care though 'cause I wanted everyone to see why I wasn't to be tested. Something told me Tasha wasn't going to be the only girl Vic sent this way or who wanted to try me because I was nesting his seed. I saw that Cori had just bent the corner on foot once I looked up the street. She was walking like she had no worries, her shirt had been ripped and her hair was a mess. I hoped she hadn't gotten dealt with helping to fight my battles. “You straight, my baby?”

“Hell yeah, that bitch begged me to back down.”

Mike was clearing the scene of nosey neighbors who had crowded around with their camera phones out. Some had gotten away with merchandise that was already stolen but with the focus on the brawl going on, no one even noticed. Holding our ground, we propped up on the porch daring them to cross the line again.

“Come back on this block again and I'm gonna do more than kick your head into the sewer, bitch. You ain't got no business around here from today forward,” Cori yelled up the street to the girl she chased around the corner.

The girl had gotten into the driver's seat of Tasha's car and was pulling back up the block to get her girls up off the ground. A few of the young boys on the block helped drag them into the car per Mike's orders. They had the block hot no doubt so our illegal yard sale had to shut down. I couldn't help but send Vic a few pictures of Tasha as the obvious losers of the battle me and him should have been fighting.

Let that bitch Tasha know if anything happens to our baby, I'll kill her dead.
I meant that to the depth of my soul and I hope Vic sensed that once the message went through.

“Hey, Nique, tell ya girl Cori I'm outside.”

Mike looked Wally up and down before getting into his truck pulling off in the same direction as Tasha just went in.

 

Not seeing my phone plugged up to the charger how I left it, I scrambled fast looking for it. I cherished my phone like my child so I kept up with it better than I did myself at times. Mike must've gotten to it. That wasn't good 'cause I knew there were messages in there from Wally. He might've been up front and out in the open about him being a whore with chicks and females; but I didn't want my personal sex life out there, especially when it wasn't even like that. Finally finding it tossed on the floor in the corner, I swiped it up instantly hot pissed 'cause that nigga had cracked my screen probably throwing it there.
Really? But I can't go hard about Alyssa?

“Hey, girl, Wally is outside,” Nique said, standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck? Are you serious?” With all that just went down, I totally forgot about him saying he'd be through here. “And where's Mike?”

“Whoa, slow down. Yes, I'm serious. And Mike is gone.”

Rolling my eyes into the back of my head, I knew for sure he'd been through my phone and saw the messages between me and Wally. Just my luck this nigga popping up while he was here. I should've gone to pay him before trying to pig out on some Coney Island. “Thanks, boo. Let him know I'll be out in a minute.”

“No problem. And thanks for helping me scrap with them bitches. I can't believe they blew up our spot like that.”

“Girl, we're one hundred, I'm always gonna have your back. But that nigga Vic is bad news. He sent that trick Tasha here and no doubt they'll probably be trying to retaliation. Or at last a round two.”

“I feel you, but it's bittersweet for me 'cause I ain't trying to be like my momma getting back-to-back abortions like my body or babies ain't worth shit.” Nique dropped her head finally exposing her dilemma.

“That's real admirable of you, Ta'Nique, but are you seriously debating bringing a baby into all of this chaos? I mean come on, what we gonna do, train the kid up to be hot-headed thief? Are you gonna send invites for your baby shower out on CrimeInTheD?” I knew I was being cutthroat and harsh but me and Nique shared too much for me to keep giving her space to make this dumb decision.

“Bitches can change. But I ain't for you, Mike, Vic, Tasha, or whoever else who is full opinions about me killing this baby.” Nique actually had the audacity to look hurt.

“I ain't trying to leave you out here like a wounded dog; it really ain't like that, friend.” Sliding on my shirt, I walked over and gave her a tight hug. I hated seeing her going through all of this, especially knowing the emotional ties were pulling at her heart 'cause she only wanted to outsmart, outlive, and be a better person than her momma had been.

“I'm gonna be straight,” Nique said and pulled back, making sure she didn't get caught up in the moment crying. “Wally didn't look too happy so you better get outside.”

“Oh shit, yeah, his ass.” Grabbing the money I owed him, I ran out the door to take care of our debt so me and him wouldn't have problems. Too late; he had taken the liberty of getting out of his car and was coming into our door quicker than I could tell him hold off.

 

 

Me, Wally, and Nique went through a whole pack of ninety-nine cent Zig Zag Cigarillos before it was all said and done. After I gave him the cash, he'd lightened up tremendously. It was a lesson learned though for me not to plan on a re-up with him.

Wally was smelling like Gucci Guilty, dressed in a pair of light blue True Religion jeans, red and blue striped Polo button up, and wheat-colored Timbs.
Damn this nigga looking kinda good. If he wouldn't have tripped so hard off that little stack of hundreds, maybe I could give his ass another taste. It wasn't that bad.

Wally bossed up and took two bags of Kush from the pocket of his grey hoodie and placed them on the table. “I know one of y'all choo-choo train smokers got a blunt. Roll up real quick,” he joked but knowing it was the truth.

I took the privilege of grabbing his stash up first. He was my boy and my side dick so it was obvious I called myself weighing in. “I got it, babe.” Bending over letting my C cups hang in his face, he licked his lips staring, not caring that Nique's eyes were locked on us.

“Damn, take that shit to the back after we get done getting blazed.”

“Whoa, ma, why are you throwing salt in my game?” Wally didn't know what was up with Nique or why she seemed so uncomfortable with both of us outright flirting.

“I ain't trying to throw salt in your game. I'm just in a bad spot with my dude so I don't want any reminders.” Nique began telling him all about how Vic was dissing her and then sent Tasha to our house. Keeping it real, I was shocked she opened up to Wally like that.

“Sounds like you need to get out the hood for a while to teach that nigga you're not so assessable,” Wally said, playing the concerned role.

“Who you telling? Do you know of a spot that's slapping tonight?”

“Y'all should slide through that spot inside Ignite Lounge inside of MGM. I've never been but the line is always wrapped long to the roulette table I be playing at.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I cut into the conversation, seeing Nique outright flirting with Wally. He might not have been my dude and I might have been banging her cousin, but she was way out of place right about now. Call me crazy but with Vic and that bastard baby brewing in her stomach, she had enough to be bothered with to be sneaking smiles to my side piece.

 

 

Wally was looking good to me, probably 'cause I hadn't had a good dicking down in a minute. Vic was freezing me out of course but even when I was getting it on the regular, he'd only last for a few minutes. And yeah, Mr. Goldstein climbed on top of me every other month pumping so hard his old heart almost stopped. But I'm talking about getting it from a young goon who would have me speaking in tongues. Catching Cori giving me the side eye, I tried to calm my dick-dehydrated ass down. Hell for all I knew, this might have been my pregnancy hormones working overtime. Not only was she like a sister to me, there was money on the table with Wally that I didn't want to jeopardize. I first wanted him to be our connect so I could secretly get Vic back on. That was a dead plan however, since he'd sent Tasha to kick our baby out of my stomach. Vic could rot in the gritty streets of Detroit broke and struggling like the rest.

Scrolling up and down Facebook, people from the neighborhood were still posting videos clips from the fight me and Tasha had. I couldn't front, had I not been going toe to toe with the lightweight mob Tasha brought with her, I would've been taping it too. Rolling over putting the television on mute, I could hear Cori and Wally going at it. She was moaning loudly as the headboard kept banging against the wall. I'd never been jealous of my best friend until now. She'd been getting dick all day while my pussy was sitting stale and dried up. Feeling my hormones taking over, I slid my hand down inside of my panties to handle my business wishing Wally was in here banging my insides out.
Cori is having all the fun! Maybe I'll find a nigga to please me tonight.