Authors: Nika Michelle
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #United States, #African American, #Urban, #Genre Fiction
Forbidden Fruit (2 page)
After that night I snuck out as much as I could just to catch a glimpse of Diablo. He eventually found out how old I was, but still flirted openly with me. He would tell me that I was going be his when I was old enough. Over the years he made sure that I was well taken of. You could say that he kind of put me on lay-away.
When I was sixteen I dropped out of school and moved in with Shamira, Ace’s sister. She had her own apartment in Gladstone and taught me everything that I know about the drug game. We cooked crack, bagged it and the whole nine. We did everything except hit the streets with it. Mira was a stripper and did private parties on the weekend. She was only nineteen at the time.
Princess stayed in school, but was barely making it. Aunt Vernice blamed it on me. She wanted to keep me away from Amaya, but my sister looked up to me. She was only thirteen when I moved out.
Diablo didn’t try to have sex with me until I was seventeen, about three weeks before my eighteenth birthday. Once we became official as a couple he made me leave his product alone. He said that he didn’t want his girl involved in the drug game. My dream of becoming a big queen pen had died. I let him know that I’d been in the drug game before I even met him. He vowed to take care of me for the rest of my life. I believed him because he had become the only family that I had other than my sister and cousin.
The Present
“C’mon Ablo. This ain’t the first time I been around crack,” I laughed.
“I know baby, but damn. I’m s’posed to protect you from the bad shit.” He kissed me softly on the lips.
“You do,” I whispered, thinking about how he had been taking care of me over the years.
My cell phone rang and I glanced at the number. It was Princess, so I answered it.
“Yanna, this Princess. What’s the deal?” She was laughing.
I could tell that she was fucked up. “What’s up girl? I’m chillin’.”
“You with Ablo?” she asked.
“You already know.”
“Yep, shoulda known. Well, I need you to do sumthin’ for me.”
“What’s up?” I asked hearing the desperation in her voice.
“I’m at D. crib, and I need some back-up,” she said quickly.
D-Roc lived in a hood ass apartment complex in College Park. Any and everything went down out there.
“Back up? For what?”
“You know D-Roc girl La La right?”
“Yeah.”
D-Roc was one of Princess’s many sex partners.
“Well, anyhow, that bitch outside talkin’ cash shit. I would fuck her up myself, but she ‘bout six deep.” She sounded shook.
Princess was hard to a certain extent. When it came down to it she didn’t really have the fight in her.
Don’t get the wrong impression. I may be one of those “bout it” bitches, but I would never consider myself to be too hardcore. I was feminine and classy at 5’3, 130 lbs with caramel skin, and hazel eyes. My small waist and tight body were two of my best assets. I kept my jet black; shoulder length hair with honey blonde highlights cut in layers, and was always laced up in some fly shit. I loved to floss, courtesy of my man.
Diablo cupped one of my C-cup breasts in his hand and sighed. “Let’s go in the back,” he said.
“Hold up baby,” I said and pushed his hand away.
“I’m sayin’ tho’, what the bitch tryin’ to do?” I asked ready for some shit to pop off.
“She talkin’ ‘bout killin’ a bitch, so hurry the fuck up,” she said in panic. She wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Killin’ you? That bitch don’t know who she fuckin’ wit.”
“Who goin’ kill somebody? Huh ? What’s goin’ on?” Ablo asked. I put my hand up. “Hold up Boo.”
Diablo looked at me like I’d lost my mind.
“I don’t know Yanna, but you need to get over here,” she said and hung up.
“Baby, I need a gun,” I said sweetly.
“For what?” he asked.
“Some bitches messin’ wit’ Princess and I gotta go handle it.”
“Hell mufuckin’ nol. She the one who be fuckin’ everybody man, not you. Why you always fightin’ her battles?” He asked.
“The same reason you always runnin’ to help your so called “brothers”. She family. Give me a nina or sumthin.” I dialed Shamira’s number.
Shamira answered on the second ring. “Hello.”
“What’s up Mira?”
“Shit. What’s the deal?” she asked.
“Round the girls up. We gotta hit D. crib deep as shit.”
“Bet. Gimme fifteen. Hold up. What’s goin’ on?”
“P. caught some heat fuckin’ wit’ D-Roc. Bitch outside talkin’ shit. We gotta back her up,” I said.
“A’ight. You at the crib?” she asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“Bet,” I said and hung up.
“I ain’t goin’ give you no gun,” Diablo said looking at me like I was crazy.
“C’mon Ablo,” I whined.
“Why? So you can catch a fuckin’ case?” he asked.
“I ain’t goin’ use it unless I have to. Shit, I gotta take sumthin’.”
“You got a blade,” he said.
“What the fuck a blade goin’ do? Them bitches got heat.” I asked shocked.
Diablo shook his head at me, said something under his breath that I couldn’t understand and then said. “You crazy Yanna,.” He got up and walked down the hall to the bedroom. I knew that I’d won.
* * *
Meanwhile, Princess was shitting bricks over at D.’s.
“C’mon outta there bitch?” La La yelled from outside.
D-Roc’s apartment was on the second floor and La La’s voice could be heard loud and clear inside. It was nothing new for Princess to be fucking somebody’s man. If the nigga wasn’t attached Princess wasn’t thinking about him. That was just her nature and nobody knocked her for it. (Except for the other women of course.)
“Fuck you bitch! You just wait ‘till the Cue Girls get here!” Princess yelled as she leaned out of the window.
“Fuck them weak ass bitches! How ‘bout you goin’ feel the heat from my .45 bitch! How ‘bout that?!” La La yelled back.
Princess knew that La La was strapped. She was the leader of a small crew of girls who called themselves The Bitch Mob. They were known for being pretty and feminine, but would fight, stab, and shoot in a hot minute. The Cue Girls had run ins with them on a regular basis. Mostly due to Princess’s hunger for other women’s men.
“Chill shawty,” D-Roc said pulling Princess away from the window. “She got mad bitches wit’ her,” he added in a warning tone.
“Psst, whatever nigga. You think this shit cute, don’t you? Well, I hate to bust your mufuckin’ bubble, but my bitches on the way and they deeper than them tired ass bitches outside!” Princess yelled.
Now Princess was a bad bitch physically, and she knew it. She didn’t have much going on upstairs though. Her philosophy of life was fucked up. She was about 5’5, and weighed about 145 lbs. She was light-skinned with thick, black hair that extended to the center of her back. She would sometimes wear her hair in cornrows, or other styles of braids. Her breasts were the biggest things on her body and the niggas were on her D-cups hard as hell. Her small waist, round ass, and wide hips didn’t hurt either. She had thick, sexy lips, and pretty, big, green eyes. The niggas loved her fine ass, and she took advantage of that. She was a proud nympho, and was never satisfied with one or two men. She had to have options and didn’t hesitate to let it be known.
“Shit”, D-Roc cursed when a rock cracked his apartment window. “You dangerous girl,” he added staring at Princess. He thought La La had started shooting.
Princess smiled despite her situation. D-Roc was just some good dick and she didn’t care how La La felt. Shit, as far as she was concerned La La could have him. He had paper and could eat some pussy. That was all she wanted.
“Ain’t nobody make you fuck me nigga. Shit, you wanted this,” she smiled licking her sexy lips. “You know it’s good.”
D-Roc couldn’t help but laugh. He was no desperate nigga. He stood about 6’4, and weighed about 200 solid lbs. His dark skin and pretty brown eyes made him irresistible. Add some good sex and some fat pockets and Princess had to have him. She knew that La La was out there tripping because old boy could work that ten inch dick, and eat some pussy out.
“It’s better than good, as a matter of fact if you let a nigga in I’ll say fuck La La,” he said.
“Please D-Roc. I know you love La La.”
“Fuck love. A nigga need a bitch that’s goin’ satisfy him. Shit, you satisfy the hell outta me,” he said sounding all pussy whipped.
Princess laughed loudly and sat on the bed. “You sad. C’mon, you goin’ give up on love for some good pussy,” she shook her head at him.
“Good pussy? Please, it ain’t just that. I don’t know what the fuck it is Princess, but man,’ he sighed. “You got some shit wit’ you.”
The sound of Princess’s cell phone interrupted their conversation.
“Hello,” Princess answered.
* * *
“Yo, we ‘round the block. We goin’ get them bitches,” I said.
We walked up the block, spotted La La and ran up on them.
“What’s that shit you talkin’ bitch?” I asked. I’d changed into some jogging pants and a t-shirt. My girls had on the same type gear. I lifted my shirt up so she could see the burner tucked in my pants. I had my hand on it and was about to pull it out.
La La and her girls looked stunned. “Ahh shit,” she cursed and put her hands up in surrender. They didn’t have their guns out and couldn’t get to them in time.
I looked up and saw Princess leaning out of the second floor window. “That’s right bitches!” she yelled.
“Fuck you Princess! You always gotta call your cousin to fight for you!” She locked eyes on me. “It’s all peace Yanna. This shit between me and your triflin’ whore of a cousin,” she said calmly.
“Mmm hmmm, well I made it between me and you. How ‘bout you and your bitch ass girls get the fuck outta here.” I suggested with my hand still on the gun.
La La and her girls looked at each other and La La grinned.
“We out,” she said knowing that running her mouth wouldn’t help anything. “But this shit ain’t over!” she yelled toward Princess. “Yanna ain’t goin’ always be around.”
Princess gave her the finger and then pulled her skirt up and mooned her. Of course she didn’t have on any underwear.
“Whatever bitch! Your man love this ass!” Princess yelled. “That’s why you mad!”
I couldn’t help but laugh, because that was just how we rolled.
Chapter 2
It was about two a.m. and I was waiting for Ablo’s ass to get home. I was hot as hell because he was supposed to have been back hours ago. The door opened and there he was looking all tired and shit.
“It’s after two Diablo,” I said before he could close the door.
“Don’t start Yanna,” he said and sat down on the sofa.
“Don’t start? We been together long enough for me to question your ass. Where the fuck you been?” I asked.
He gave me one of his warning looks.