Powder Blu (11 page)

It had been almost two months since I'd murked the Davidsons in Black's warehouse. I can't even lie, at first I was fucked up behind it. Waking up in cold sweats, getting paranoid every time I seen a cop car, and I'd even started smoking bud on a regular just to keep my nerves calm. I went to my mom's house afterward and cried on her shoulders. She didn't want to know what I had done, not wanting to incriminate herself. All she had to offer was some advice. She told me whatever it was I'd done was a lesson learned and either I could continue dwelling on it or get over it and move on with my life without looking back. This was the first time I'd ever taken advice from my mom and put it to good use. After talking to her, the remorse I'd felt for killing the Davidsons diminished. They deserved what they got and I had it made up in my mind that if anyone else tried to cross me, they'd get it too. I buried myself in building my and Budz's empire; everything and everyone else became nonexistent.

I was making last-minute preparations for Budz's coming home party. As I came out of the party supply store I noticed a white rose lying on my windshield. I looked around to see if I could see who left it. Not seeing anyone but a white couple walking through the parking lot, I picked up the rose and put it up to my nose smelling it. I then quickly got in my car and locked the doors. Somebody must have been following me. I didn't like secret admirers at all. I tried to figure out who could have left me the rose as I drove to Nikki's house to decorate; coming up with nothing I tried to let it go.

I was super excited about Budz's release. Tomorrow at this time I would be lying in my man's arms. To me it felt like it was a long time coming but I knew it would be well worth the wait. While me, Nikki, and Sierra were decorating my cell phone began to ring.

“Hello,” I answered without checking the number first.

“Hello, gorgeous,” the voice said.

Without alarming Nikki and Sierra, I walked out on the porch to continue my conversation. “Who is this?” I asked.

“Stop playin'; you know my voice,” Black said.

“What do you want, Black?” I huffed, lightweight happy to hear from him. I hadn't heard from him or seen him since that night at the warehouse.

“I heard you were havin' a party and I was just callin' to see why I wasn't invited?” he asked.

This nigga knew a little too much for me. While Budz was talking about paying Black a visit, he betta watch his own back. It was crazy because I had no way of warning Budz about Black without revealing the fact that I knew him.

“I apologize, maybe next time,” I replied, sarcastically.

“You promise?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, laughing.

“Well I will definitely hold you to that,” Black said.

“Hey, did you leave a white rose on my windshield today?' I asked, hoping it was him so I could find out who my admirer was.

“I don't know what you talkin' about, sweetness. I'm not that romantic,” he said, sucking his teeth.

“Whateva, it was you,” I said, hoping he would give in.

“No, it wasn't,” he said.

“Well how did you know I was at the party store today if you weren't the one who left the rose on my windshield?” I asked, catching him up.

“Ya girl Nikki got it all on Facebook and Instagram, that's how,” Black said, bursting my bubble.

“Oh,” I said, slightly embarrassed.

“Tell ya girl, ya dude got too many enemies to be puttin' his business all over social media,” Black said.

Black was right, Nikki didn't have no business putting Budz's coming home party on them sites.

“What did you call me for?” I asked, disregarding him telling me what I needed to do.

“Oh, I can't just call and check on an old friend?” Black asked.

“Black, we not friends,” I replied.

“Wow, you are so cruel. I see you finally learned.”

I couldn't help but smile.

“What you smilin' for?” he asked.

Damn, how he know I was smilin'?
“Nigga, I'm not smilin',” I lied.

“Yeah, a'iiiight.”

“Black, I gotta lotta work to do so I better get off of here,” I said, not really wanting to end our conversation.

“When you gon' make time for me?” Black asked, boldly.

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I'm not. Black, you know I got a nigga.”

“And?”

“And I'm faithful.”

“For how long?” he asked.

“I don't know. 'Til he give me a reason not to be I guess,” I said, unsure.

“Who you tryin'a fool, me or yourself? You already know you can't fool me.” Black laughed.

“I'm 'bouta go, Black,” I said, not knowing how to properly respond to his question. I didn't know why I was always tripping over my words when it came to him.

“Until we meet again,” he said hanging up.

I looked at my phone and shook my head before going back into the house to help finish decorating.

The next morning I picked Budz up from the correctional facility. I couldn't wait to get him home and fuck the shit outta him. After making love for hours, we both got dressed. I told him I had a surprise for him. I called ahead and told Nikki we were on our way over. As soon as we walked in, all his workers, Miguel, and some randoms I was quite sure heard about the party on Facebook or Instagram all yelled, “Surprise.” Budz was happy as hell everyone had gotten together for him. We barbecued, played spades and dominoes, and smoked more weed than the law allowed 'til the wee hours of the morning. I was so exhausted from getting this party together I was ready to go home and go to bed. I saw all the fun Budz was having and didn't want to spoil it for him. I told him I was leaving and would see him when he got home. I fixed me a plate and headed home and went straight to bed.

“Oh, shit, Budz, fuck me harder,” Nikki yelled as I pounded the fuck out of her asshole. Normally, I wouldn't even fuck wit' a bitch like Nikki, but I'd never met a freakier bitch and her pussy was the bomb, the best I'd ever had I must admit. I can't front, Blu pussy was good too, but she had nothing on her girl! If it wasn't a shame, I would have had Nikki give Blu some pointers in the bedroom.

“Take this dick, bitch!” I moaned while pulling her half glued in tracks. After a few more pumps, I finally came all over her back and ass. She waited patiently for me to get it all out.

“Damn, baby, I missed this dick,” she said climbing out of bed as I lay down trying to catch my breath.

“I know; now where's my money you collected today?” I asked.

“Wow, so you fuck me and then get straight to business, huh?” Nikki asked as she got dressed.

“You damn right.”

“That's what I'm talkin' about,” she said, going to her top drawer and pulling out three stacks. “Here,” she said, handing me my money before climbing in the bed, lying down next to me.

I counted the money, making sure it was all there. Nikki was no fool; she knew if I was a dollar short, that I would off her top in a heartbeat.

“Ay, you know a nigga named Black?” I asked, trying to see if anyone knew how I could find this nigga.

“I already told you before I knew of him,” Nikki said, before rolling over, pulling a blunt off the nightstand, and lighting it up.

“Oh yeah, you did, didn't you?” I had asked so many people about this nigga I had lost track of who all I asked. This nigga was hard as hell to track down.

“If I'm not mistaken I think I heard Blu mention him a time or two. But I don't know him personally.”

“That nigga fuckin' wit' my business,” I said before catching on to what Nikki had just said.

“When you gon' kick Blu to the curb and make me yo' main bitch?” Nikki asked, disregarding what I had just said about Black. If I didn't know any better I would have said she was tryin'a change the subject on purpose.

“Did you say Blu know this nigga?” I asked, making sure I heard right, ignoring Nikki's dumb-ass question.

“Not that I know of. I said I heard her mention him a few times,” Nikki said, taking a pull from the blunt and passing it to me. “Are you gon' answer my question?”

“Look, we done talked about this shit before and we not gon' keep talkin' about it! Blu is my girl and you just a bitch I fuck from time to time,” I said, taking a few pulls of the blunt before putting it out in the ashtray. I could tell I hurt her feelings, but I didn't give a fuck. I dealt in drugs not feelings.

“Damn, nigga it's like that?” Nikki asked slowly.

“It's always been like that; ain't shit changed!”

“Wow,” Nikki said climbing back out of bed.

I liked Nikki and all, but the bitch was a nineteen-year-old stripper, with three kids by three different niggas looking for someone to take care of her. Blu was sixteen and took care of my business and hers so what I look like making Nikki anything other than she was: a fuck buddy?

“You hungry?” Nikki asked.

“Naw, I gotta go home,” I said, climbing out of bed grabbing my clothes to get dressed.

“Damn, already?” Nikki asked.

“It's six o'clock in the mornin'. This was my first night out. I shoulda been at home fuckin' my girl, but instead I'm over here fuckin' my girl's best friend! Now I'll holla at you later on,” I said putting on my shoes and walking out of Nikki's bedroom. I could tell she had an attitude but she'd be all right as soon as I gave her some more of this dick. I thought about Blu as I headed home to her. I hated fucking other bitches on her, but I couldn't help it.

I walked in the house and headed straight to our bedroom. I smiled down at Blu who was sound asleep. I got undressed and climbed in the bed behind her. I pulled her into me, smelled the clean scent coming from her hair, and kissed her on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.

 

 

The next morning after eating the deliciously prepared breakfast Blu had cooked, it was time for me to get back to my business.

“What time did you make it in last night?” Blu walked in the bathroom and asked as I showered.

“I don't know. I think around three,” I lied.

“I'm sorry I left, but I was tired,” she said.

“It's cool, baby.”

“A'iiight. Well I'm 'bouta run over to my mom's house; she need some work,” Blu said.

I was happy that Blu and her mom had worked out their differences. I was even happier that her mom was now spending her money with us instead of our competition. “Okay, be careful,” I said, as I rinsed the soap off my body.

“I will. Oh and the mail is on the table. There's a letter for you wit' no return address on it,” Blu said before walking out of the bathroom.

“Okay.” I finished showering and getting dressed. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed my keys off the table. I picked up the stack of mail and looked through it. I came across the letter Blu was talking about and opened it up.

This nigga, Vomo, done got real bold sendin' mail to my house. But we all get bold when we locked up; but this nigga must've forgot who the fuck I am. I don't take threats lightly,
I thought as I tore the letter and tossed it in the trash.

“Wait,” I stopped in my tracks and said aloud. “A blackout? I wonder if this nigga and Black plottin' against me.” I wasn't feeling this shit at all. I pulled out my cell phone and called my nigga, Miguel.

“Sup, Budz?” Miguel answered.

“Hey, I need to see you as soon as possible. We got some shit we need to discuss. Meet me at the club in about an hour. We gotta find this nigga Black today!”

“One,” Miguel said before hanging up the phone.

I didn't know why Budz thought I was one of them young, dumb-ass broads. I was far from that. He thought I was 'sleep when he came in the house at six o'clock this morning, reeking of 1800 and cheap perfume. He could have at least washed up before he climbed in bed with me. Times like this, I wished Black would call. Not that I would cheat on Budz with him; I just wanted someone to hold a decent conversation with who wasn't scared of Budz. I can't lie; Black was constantly on my mind. I liked the fact that he had that “I don't give a fuck” attitude, the same one he'd taught me to have. I never thought I'd get to the point where I didn't give a fuck about people and their feelings.

I pulled up in front of my mom's apartment complex, grabbed my purse, and got out of the car. I walked through the door and headed to the elevator.

“Hey, Mom,” I said walking in her door without knocking.

“We don't knock no more?” she asked. “I coulda been runnin' around here buck-ass naked,” she said half laughing.

The thought of that made me nauseated. “I'm glad you wasn't.” I laughed.

“Shut up.” She laughed too.

“Here's your work,” I said, pulling the dope out of my purse, laying it on the coffee table.

“Let me go get my scale,” she said.

“What? You think I'm gon' short you?” I asked lightweight offended.

“I don't trust nobody,” she said and proceeded to head to the kitchen to grab her scale. She walked back into the living room and weighed the dope. After seeing that it added up to what it was supposed to be she handed me the money.

I began counting the money. I noticed the evil eye she shot me.

“You don't trust me?” she had the audacity to ask.

“I don't trust nobody either,” I replied and continued counting. “Nice doin' business wit' you.”

“Get a li'l money and don't know how to act. You drivin' a new car, livin' in that nice-ass house, got all this jewelry and name brand clothes and wanna get new!” my momma said out of nowhere.

“I don't know where all this is comin' from, but you coulda left it where it was at,” I said as I finished counting my ends.

“Wassup, Blu,” Craig said, coming out of my room with just his boxers and socks on.

I looked at him and turned up my face.

“You can't speak?” my mom asked.

“I'm countin' my money. And plus, I don't gotta speak to that nigga, he yo' man, not mine,” I said.

“You so disrespectful,” my mom said angrily.

“Speakin' of bein' disrespectful, you two hundred short,” I replied.

“No, I'm not, it's all there,” she argued.

“No, it's not. It's only eighteen hundred dolla's here,” I replied, getting angry because she was tryin'a play me.

I tried my best to keep my composure but she was going out of her way to push all of my buttons.

“Whateva,” she said waving me off.

“Momma, I need my money or give my dope back!”

“I ain't givin' you shit back! Now you betta take ya eighteen hundred dolla's and get the fuck on outta my house,” she said.

“So you just gon' play me like I'm just some weak-ass bitch?” I asked just to make sure.

“Girl, get the fuck on outta my house,” she said, nonchalantly.

“With pleasure, but not before I get the rest of my money.”

“Look, I ain't gon' tell you no more that you ain't got shit comin'!” she yelled. “Craig, come get this bitch outta my house!”

“No problem, baby,” he said walking toward me, but stopped dead in his tracks when I pulled my baby .380 out of my purse and pointed it at him.

“What the fuck?” him and my momma asked simultaneously.

Black's word replayed in my head as I pointed the gun.
“You gotta be willin' to take out yo' own momma if it come down to it!”

“Now you can either give me my money or I can take it from you. The choice is yours,” I said, redirecting my gun toward my momma.

“Bitch, you done lost yo' mind!” my momma said.

“That wasn't the answer I was lookin' for,” I said, grabbing my dope off the table, putting it back in my purse.

“You gon' give that back,” Craig said coming toward me as if he'd forgotten just that quick that I was armed.

I shot him once in the leg and watched him fall to the floor. My momma started screaming while running over to his side as he cried like a little bitch.

“I don't know if y'all thought I was playin' or what! But y'all see now that I wasn't,” I snapped.

“Get the fuck out and don't eva come back,” my momma yelled as she applied pressure to Craig's leg.

Over the years I had become so sick of hearing them same words come out my momma's mouth. She betta be glad I didn't shoot her too just because.

“It didn't have to turn out like this,” I said as I turned to walk out the door. I had no sympathy for what I'd just done. I didn't care who you were or how much history we had, when it came down to getting in the way of my money, I didn't care who got hurt. The sooner muthafuckas realized that, the better it would be for them.

 

 

I walked in the house pissed. I couldn't believe I just had to shoot my momma's boyfriend.

“Where you been?” Budz asked as I walked into the kitchen.

“I told you I was goin' over to my momma's house,” I said walking over to the refrigerator opening it up. “Oh, and you don't have to worry 'bout doin' business wit' her no more.” I grabbed a bottle of water out and opened it up.

“Why not?” Budz asked.

“'Cause the bitch tried to jack me outta two hundred dolla's. Then Craig tried to step to me and I shot his bitch-ass in the leg,” I said once I finished taking a drink of my water.

“What the fuck, Blu? You can't be goin' around just shootin' muthafuckas!” Budz frowned. “What if they call the police on you?”

“Well they shouldna tried to play me! And they ain't gon' call no police. You know my momma ain't cut like that; she hate the police.”

Budz shook his head. “Sit down, we need to talk.”

I sat across the table from him as he smoked a blunt. “Wassup?”

“I know you don't like goin' to parties wit' a bunch of bourgeois-ass, rich people, but I got hooked up wit' this new connect and he invited us to his party on his yacht so we can discuss numbers.”

“You right, I don't,” I snapped still in my feelings about my momma and Craig's bitch-ass.

“I need you to do this for me. If we get this cat on our team, we gon' make so much money it ain't even gon' be funny,” Budz said, smiling.

I thought for a brief second. I hated being around a bunch of stuffy, stuck-up rich people. But if it made Budz happy, I was willing to do it.

“We already makin' a buncha money,” I said, trying to get out of going to this party.

“Yeah, but the money we gon' make if we work wit' Mr. Davenport is gon' be stupid!”

“I don't know, Budz.”

“Pleeeeease?” Budz asked smiling.

I shook my head and smiled. “Okay, damn. I got chu.”

“Good! Now, I need you to wear somethin' sexy, but classy,” he said standing up from the table.

“I will be the sexiest bitch up in the party, I promise you that.”

“That's my baby.” He smiled as he walked out of the kitchen.

As I pieced together an outfit in my head, my cell phone began to ring; I pulled it out of my purse and saw Restricted Caller come across the screen. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Black. I wanted to answer the phone so bad it was eating me up, but I couldn't chance Budz catching me talking to this nigga. As bad as it hurt, I pressed the ignore button and threw my phone back in my purse before going to get dressed for this party.