Hood (6 page)

The kid thought for a minute. “Cool. I’ll sweep up. Throw the kitchen in on the deal too. Just the microwave. My little brother gotta have some hot food.”

It had been a long time since Fat Daddy had seen a young cat as calculating as this raggedy little kid, and although he didn’t show it, he was impressed.

“That’s righteous,” he said nodding, then looked down surprised to see that the kid was holding out his hand.

Fat Daddy took the small fingers and ground them tightly in his fist as he shook the boy’s hand. “All right then. We got a deal and you got yourself someplace to rest.” He nodded. “I call that good sense.”

The kid took his knuckle grinding like a man. His bones rubbed together and he didn’t even flinch. When Fat Daddy finally let go of him the boy looked dead in his eyes and nodded right back. “I call it good business.”

I’ma twist my weed, I’ma get my G’s

I’ma G, I can see why niggaz don’t want me to win!

Never kneel, I don’t care how whoever feels,

I’m forever real and I came here to get mine in!

LATER THAT NIGHT,
with Moo sleeping on the sagging couch in Fat Daddy’s back room, Lamont sat in a booth at Baller’s Paradise surrounded by countless members of Xanbar’s click. The owner of the club had a deal going with some Haitians who had some connections in the state liquor authority, and his liquor license was just as phony as his name.

Lamont sat up there with the big willies, his hand wrapped around a glass of St. Ides that Xanbar had put down in front of him. Somebody passed him a dutch and he puffed and coughed so hard tears flooded his eyes. Niggas laughed, but he didn’t give up. He hit the blunt with small puffs until his chest could stand it, then he pulled on that shit like he’d been born with a tree in his mouth.

“Check this out young Hood,” Xanbar said, leaning toward him with his elbows on the table. Xanbar was the kind of nigga who attracted loyalty, and something in his gut told him that Lamont was gonna be loyal to him for a good long time. “I’m giving you a crew, ya heard? Now normally when I first put cats on they gotta start as lookouts. Niggas gotta prove themselves to me. Show they G and ere’thang all the way through. And tonight you done just that.”

The big kid Dreko slammed his glass down on the table and stood up.

“Yo Xan! I thought you said I was gone be moving up! This nigga just came on, man! What about me?”

Xanbar stared at the young cat. He was mental, and unlike young Hood whose senses were keen and in search of an opportunity, this cat could think no further than most kids on the streets.

“Nigga sit ya ass down. You can’t even get your dick sucked good without making noise and getting noticed. That shit coulda got real ugly with that white bitch you almost killed up in here. You gotta learn how to hold ya head, homey. That’s truth. But dig this. Even though you fucked up a lil bit, Xan still got love for you. So no more lookout duty. You officially a trap boy now. I’m putting you down on Hood’s team. Get you exposed to some new territory. Hood gone be my number one over on Chester Street now, and you gone be my number two.”

Xanbar pretended not to see the dark look that crossed Dreko’s face as he turned his attention back to Lamont.

“Hear that shit? You ’bout to get some real special treatment around here and that shit is all good, but it can turn out to be a burden on you too. Niggas who been out here bucking for their own territory gonna resent your little ass coming in and hopping over they heads like that, but that’s exactly why I want you. You young and you hungry and your eyes is wide open. You looking for opportunities and you got a heart. Now you mighta slumped you two fiend niggas tonight, but tomorrow you gotta get out there and prove ya gangsta all over again. And you gone get it tested every single day too. Your name is Hood now, nigga, and you gotta be ruthless to live up to that shit. If any of them cats out there wanna know how you got your job, tell ’em to come see your boss. Anybody fuck with you, just let me know.”

“Any of them dudes fuck with me—” young Hood’s hand shot out as he refused the dutch Dreko was passing to him. He had a junkie mother and one tree to his lips had been more than enough to last him a lifetime. “I ain’t runnin and telling no fuckin body. I’m just gone crack they ass. They’ll learn.”

Xan nodded. That’s exactly what he’d expected to hear. This lil cat was gonna work out just fine. He’d shake shit up amongst Xan’s older crew for a minute but the noise wouldn’t last long. Them niggas out there was getting lazy on they trap anyway. They needed something to wake they asses up and keep ’em scrambling for them clients. Wasn’t nobody on no crack diet around here, so them boys need to push harder for that doe.

Yep, Xanbar thought, snatching his dutchie outta Dreko’s hand and taking a pull. There was a time when old heads ruled the streets and all the youngsters would be on the block shook and salivating as they looked up to these older men and dreamed of becoming kingpins, pimps, and street hustlers. But not no more. Shit had changed drastically in the game, and today’s drug dealers, ballers, and come ups were eleven-, twelve-, and thirteen-year-old kids with cold hearts, street cunning, and absolutely no compassion.

He could use more young cats like Hood on his team. Too tender in age to get hit with any real heat from the establishment, but unparented in the world, with no family to keep ’em in check and absolutely no fear. The kind of boys whose cold hearts were invincible and who would count it a miracle if they survived past their twenty-first birthdays. Plus, these cats were economical assets too. With no kids of their own, and too young to drive a whip or rent an apartment, he could pay them far less on the dollar than he had to tear off to some grown nigga who was destined to either get knocked and locked, or leaded and deaded.

Rising from the booth Xan slipped a curvaceous hottie named Destiny a fifty-dollar bill and told her to take young Hood in a back room and turn him out real good. The boy might could turn down a tree, but he damn sure wasn’t turning down no pussy.

Xan was pleased with himself for giving Hood his own territory, and saw the move as a slick business decision that would pay out lovely in the future. But Dreko? Xan chuckled and shook his head. Hotheads like him came a dime a dozen and he could find ten of them to fuck up his organization any day. But this crafty lil nigga Hood was just what he needed.

Hood’s dick had never been so wet in his life.

It stood straight up as she licked it, jerking like it was plugged into a socket and had sparks of electricity running from its swollen head down to his balls.

“Feel good?” Destiny giggled as she teased him, her tongue gliding along his eleven-year-old shaft with expert precision.

A low groan was all Hood could manage as he lay on his back, pumping his dick up at her and fighting hard not to squirt. He grabbed her head and fucked up at her, not caring if he stuck his dick in her mouth, up her nose, or in her goddamn eye socket. Just as long as he hit something warm and wet.

“Slow down,” she whispered, slapping his hand away. She cupped his balls, then opened her mouth wide and slid his whole dick inside, gripping him tight with her lips until his penis pushed against her throat. She slurped up and down, bathing his member in the warm springs of her mouth as she applied a rhythm to her sucking that was out of this world.

Hood could have cried out loud it felt so good. It was his first time getting his dick sucked and the first time he had been up close on a naked female too. He couldn’t stop himself. His hands were everywhere. Groping her big round titties, digging into her wet slit, palming her soft, beautiful black ass.

He was almost crazy with it from the moment she got undressed. His young dick leaked pre-cum that coated its head and dripped onto his thigh. He wanted to sample every part of her at once, and she had to slow him down as his lips pulled on her nipples and his teeth bit into the softness of her stomach.

“We got a whole hour,” she laughed, trying to control him. She’d had young niggas full of cum before, but not like him. This cat was almost out of his mind for the pussy, and Xanbar was gonna have to pay her another fifty behind all the hickeys and welts and shit he was leaving on her body.

“Here,” she grabbed his hand and helped him cup her swollen breast as she took him to school. “Touch it like this. Not so hard. Squeeze it gently, now stroke my nipples.”

Hood rubbed her thick nipples until she moaned, then opened his lips as she pulled his head to her breast.

“Suck them softly,” she breathed from her knees above him. “Yeah, now add a little tongue to it. Flick them back and forth with the tip of your tongue.”

Sweat ran down Hood’s face but he was a fast learner. Destiny guided his head with her hands as her bomb titties swelled under his touch and her pussy began to cream.

“Okay,” she panted. “Take care of down here now.”

She massaged her thick clit, then slipped a finger inside of her hotness, gripping down on it as she swirled her juices. She placed Hood’s hand on top of hers, allowing him to understand the rhythm. Breathing hard, he pushed down gently on her hand as she fucked herself, his motion becoming even more stimulating than her own. Destiny didn’t protest when he pulled her hand out and replaced her finger with his own. His lips found her nipples again as she fucked up into his hand, her pussy juices spilling out and running onto the bed as his middle finger slid up into her too, filling her up.

There was no stopping him as he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her against him. Destiny yelped as he shoved his hard dick inside of her as deep as it would go. It scraped her walls and banged against the back of her pussy with mad force, and then there was no more student and no more teacher. Hood was through with his lessons and he fucked her deep and fast, like a jack-hammer. Rolling her onto her back, he spread her legs wide, pushing her knees back against her chest. He had a direct aim as he pounded his young pipe into her softness, all kinds of crazy nonsense noises escaping his lips as he got his first taste of pussy and tried to kill it all in one session.

Destiny rode with that shit, his dick slamming one of the best she’d ever had. Not many niggas could make her cum with just their dicks, but this one was special and she found her body convulsing twice, back to back, a record for her.

Destiny was still naked and on her back when Hood dressed and left the room. He’d only been in the game for two minutes and already he was loving this shit. The music was still going strong and he was thirsty. He walked toward Xanbar’s booth feeling more like a grown-ass man than an eleven-year-old kid who had just conquered his first piece of ass.

Xanbar looked up and saw him coming, and waved him over. But before he could get there a loud disturbance near the front door caught his attention. Hood strained to see through the sea of bodies, trying to figure out what was going on, and when his eyes finally focused on the cause of the commotion, he bolted toward the door, pushing through the crowd.

He had just reached the door when he was grabbed from behind. All the good feelings he’d just experienced in that back room disappeared as pain struck him in the heart. Struggling against the muscular arms that held him back, Hood watched as the bouncer carried his mother across the sidewalk and out to the curb, then pushed her into a car waiting outside.

“Be easy,” Xanbar cautioned, whispering in his ear as Marjay tried to fight her way back inside the club.

“I said let me the fuck in! I just wanna make some money in the back,” she screamed and pleaded, arms outstretched. “How the fuck I’m supposed to get my shit if y’all won’t let me make no motherfuckin money?!?”

Hood had seen his mother on the streets and out of control before, but never like this. It had been bad enough when she was mute and wouldn’t speak, but hearing her talk like a tramp was even worse. Marjay’s coat was open and she flailed her legs, pushing her skirt up to her waist and showing her torn black panties. She was mental for real. She’d started collecting buttons around the same time she picked up the pipe, and the millions of buttons pinned to her coat rattled in the night as she screamed and cursed, fighting the bouncer and demanding to be let back inside the club.

“You out, Marjay,” the bouncer said gently as he folded her up and placed her inside of a car driven by the guy she’d come with. The bouncer was an older cat who had grown up in Brownsville. He had known Marjay when she was looking fine and doing good for herself, and had secretly had a big hard-on for her during those good years.

“Please don’t bring your ass back here, baby,” he told her gently, “’cause I don’t wanna hurt you. There ain’t no more work for you here no more. Not tonight, not ever.”

A black feeling hit Hood as he visualized his mother grinding in one of those same rooms he had just come out of. Looking at her now it was hard to detect a trace of the woman she used to be back when his father was alive and they lived up in Mount Vernon. In a way, the dirty cops who killed his father had deaded his mother’s life as well, and they had almost succeeded in taking him and Moo down too.

“C’mon,” Xanbar said, pulling him back inside. “You got an audience, man. Don’t play into this shit. Fuck around and ya street career will be over before it even gets started.”

Hood strained angrily against the veteran hustler, the frigid night air blowing through the door doing nothing to calm the ball of heat burning in his heart.

“Relax, nigga!” Xan whispered in his ear. “You remember what I told you, right? There’s more than one way to get ya gangsta tested out here, young Hood. That ho might be your mother, but don’t you never let these niggas know you got a sweet spot. Never. Now turn your back on that junkie bitch and slide back in that booth like a man so we can finish handling this business.”