Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story (11 page)

“Did you hear Ceyanna’s cousin got booked?” I asked her.

“I didn’t know she was Ceyanna cousin,” Chanelle explained.

“Tonya is looking for Kassidy,” I added.

“I know. We’ll be waiting for her. I will talk to you later,” She said getting back into her car.

“Alright,” I got in my car as well. After pulling out of the parking lot, I had a few hours to get myself ready for the next move.
The thought of Dymond and Constance ran through my mind.
My goal is to eventually get out and live a simple life.
This would be my last move and then I’m done.

Chapter 12

Vicious

My next assignment was with Simya. I haven’t really had the time to talk with Simya and get to know anything about her. The only thing I knew was her age, which is eighteen. We had to go to Miami. Ever since I’ve joined the squad, I’ve been to more places my mother ever thought of taking me. I have been having fun, making money, and going shopping.
I still thought about what I did.
I tried to put it to the back of my mind.
It’s hard.
I was packing the clothes that I had bought yesterday when Chanelle made her way into my room.

“Are you alright?” Chanelle asked checking on me.
Yes, why would I not be?

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Alright, so you know the whole plan right? Do I need to go over anything with you?” she asked me.

“No, I’m good,” I told her.

“Okay. Simya is waiting in the car for you,” she informed.

“It’ll be down,” I told her. She nodded and walked back out. I packed all of my stuff and headed out.

Simya helped me with putting my bags in the car and I let her know I appreciated her help.

“Here are your hotel keys. Please don’t lose them because I can’t get new ones. No need to check in since everything is already set up. Come back in once piece. Simya check in,” Chanelle said. We both agreed to what she said. We got in the car and drove off. Our estimated time of arrival to Miami was tomorrow evening. The way Simya drove on the highway we would be there before our scheduled time.

Our mission was to get into the Women’s Sorority Club and steal their proceeds. The national event was being held at the Convention Center in Miami. It may sound like a low budget job but the club reported to averaging about close to a million from charity donations to inventors and local surrounding companies. Our instructions were to contact Chanelle once we got to the hotel. Chanelle never gave the reason for why we were going after the sorority club leader. I have to say that I feel stronger now.
No one was taking advantage of me anymore. I was no longer the victim. I was creating victims. I’m a bad girl.
I didn’t want to be silent the whole entire ride. I am use to laughing and talking. I thought Simya and I should at least get to know each other.

“How long have you been with the squad?” I asked her.

“For a while,” She kept it brief. She came off as if she did not want to talk. I put my headphones on and stayed to myself.

Twelve hours later……

              When we arrived in Miami, my expression was filled with amazement. The city is gorgeous and the guys, but I have to stay focused. We were not there to explore the city and mingle with the crowd. We had a job to do and then head back home. Simya pulled into the Hotel parking lot. We took our bags out and walked into the lobby. The receptionist at the desk gave us the nod to go upstairs. We were instructed not to use any credit cards, just cash. Once we got to our room, we took our shoes off and relaxed. We slept for a few hours and got up to get ourselves together. After we got ourselves situated, we made our way to the sorority meeting.

              At the meeting, I saw plenty of interesting women of power and I can tell they had money. They were professionally dressed, wearing expensive diamond jewelry, strange hairstyles, and some had excessive make up on.

“Vicious, are you ready?” Simya asked.

“Yeah, I got it. Learn the sorority, try to be a part of it, and get to the leader,” I told her. I tried to sound as confident as I could.
Instead of agreeing she laughed. I didn’t know I was funny.

“It’s a good thing I asked you. That’s going to take months to do. I found out where the head of sorority will be staying. We will get in right and there. I brought you here to see what she looks like. We are about to have some fun now. C’mon, we’re out,” Simya said. I followed her as she walked out of the convention center.

“Where are we going Simya?” I asked her as we went to a bar on the other side of the building.
Did she forget I am under age?
“I’m not legal to drink,” I told her.

“Chill, you’re about to have some southern love,” She joked.

              Simya and I sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to tend to us. 
I am not going to lie; the bartender is kind of fly. Damn, he is sexy. He has a
caramel complexion, grey eyes; and even if they are contacts they are still attractive. He had neat braids going straight back, and a muscular body figure. The more I stared at him the more I began to get wet. The more I got wet, the more I wanted to know him. As he walked over, my panties were soaking.
Damn Vicious, already?
I said to myself.

“Hey, Simya, I see you brought a friend with you. May I say both of you ladies are looking stunning,” He complimented us.
You are fine too, boo.
I looked at Simya and leaned over.

“That’s how they talk down here, all nice and proper?” I asked. Simya laughed at me.

“Yeah! Hey, Taye what’s up? This is my friend Vicious.  And let me get two Long Islands,” she said to Taye.
Fine ass.

“It’s nice to meet you, Vicious. You have such an intriguing name. Two Long Islands coming up,” He said winking and walking away.

“Simya,” I was a little too excited.

“Yea,” She answered as she kept looking back of her.

“The boy, he’s alright,” I told her. She started laughing again.

“I know. That’s all you,” she said.
Wait, huh?

“You can put that on my tab Taye,” We heard a guy from behind us said standing next to Simya. He stood about six feet tall, brown skin, brown eyes, waves, muscular chest. Simya and his eyes locked. He extended his hand, I’m Marcus. He introduced himself.
The guys down here are so nice, oh my God.

“I’m Simya.” She accepted his greeting. He came over towards me and extended his hand. “I’m Marcus,” He greeted.

“Vicious,” I said. I took my attention back to Taye as he came back over with our drinks.

“It’s nice to meet both of you ladies. Simya, can I have a minute of your time?” he asked politely.
Is he gay or something? Because I don’t know any straight guys that talked how he did.
Simya was intrigued by Marcus. I was intrigued by Taye.

“Yes, you may,” She accepted his invitation.

“So, Vicious, are you visiting in Miami or do you reside down here?” Taye asked me.
For the first time, a guy is in to me and he is not a pedophile, and he is not from the ghetto. He’s well-mannered and spoke to me with some type of respect.

“I’m visiting
for
a little while,” I answered sipping my drink slowly.

“Oh, okay, what are you getting into for the night?” he asked.
Hopefully you. I’m a bad girl.

“Whatever you wanted to do,” I said flirtatiously.  He smiled.

“My shift is over in a few minutes. Maybe we can link up?” he asked and I nodded yes. I leaned over to Simya to let her know I was heading out.

“Okay. Meet me in the room by two,” She said. I agreed.

I gave Taye my room number. I headed upstairs to freshen up. I thought about what I was doing.
What if he tries to rape me? What if he tries to drug me?
Taye did not come off as that disrespectful type of dude I am use to seeing back home. After I got out of the shower I heard a knock at the door.
I gave him a key. Or was it someone else.
I walked over to the door to open it. There stood Taye with flowers.

“I thought I gave you a key?” I asked him.

“You did,” he said as he handed me roses. “But I still wanted to be respectful,” He said.
See a dude back home would come straight in like ‘When are we going to fuck? He actually got dressed and took the time out to get flowers.
I accepted them.

“They are beautiful, thank you,” I took them and welcome him in.

“You look beautiful,” He complemented me as I had on a tank top with a pair of light fitted sweatpants and my hair in a ponytail.

“Thank you. So how old are you?” I asked him.

“I’m eighteen. And you?” he asked as I offered him a seat.

“I’m fifteen,” I watched his body language. I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable because I was not uncomfortable by any means. I wanted him.

“Are you okay with my age?” he asked. I said yes as I reached over to kiss him.

I had never done that before. I never initiated contact with a guy. The only contact I had with a guy was Roc and that was a bet. I wish my first time was with Taye. He returned the gesture and lifted me up on to the bed. He kissed me slowly and passionately, nothing like what Roc did by far. As he moved his hands down my neck and began to kiss me again so soft, I tilt my head back and let out a sigh. I never imaged this ever happening to me. I never thought I would meet someone that is sweet. The way he touched me is sweet. The way he got on top of me was sweet and nothing like Roc by far. He stopped and looked into my eyes.
I can tell he was not sure if he should continue.
I took my hands and slid them underneath his shirt. As I continued to kiss him, I pulled his shirt over his head and he took my top off as well. I unbuttoned his shorts and he took my pants off and left my panties on. He pressed his body on to me and I could feel his dick against my clit.
My body melted. My pussy got wet. I was craving for Taye.
He started to kiss me all over my body. He could feel my pussy getting wet. I took his boxers and there stood his dick. Standing tall and waiting for me. He reached down into his shorts and took condoms out. As he puts it on, I took my panties off and he went inside of me slow and softly. I let out moans softly as I closed my eyes and put my arms around his neck. As he went inside of me, I spread my legs wider and pulled him close to me. He stopped to look at me. I pulled his ear to my mouth.

“I want you to fuck the shit out of me,” I demanded. He looked back at me and kissed me. He took my legs and lifted my legs back towards my face and continued to go inside me faster. I screamed as he continued to stroke and kept going in and out. As he went in faster, I got louder. As I got louder, he went in deeper. He went in deeper and slowly began to grind while he stayed inside of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He pulled out and turned me over.
Oh my God, I know he is about to give it to me and I’m waiting for him.
He arched my back, grabbed my waist and went in. My moans were louder than the first time. He took his hands and rubbed down my body. He took my hands and put them behind my back as he fucked me like I wanted him to. I screamed louder and louder. As I screamed louder, he went in deeper and deeper. Once he finally released my hands, he lied down on top of me and cradled me. As he slowly stroked my pussy from behind, I just felt so comfortable with him. I did not feel like he was taking advantage of me. He turned me around and put me on top of me. He pulled the covers over me and held me.
I felt safe even though we don’t know that much about each other.
I dozed off with him and then got up to meet Simya. I saw he had a stash in his pockets.
I didn’t take it. Instead I wrote down my number by side it.
On my way, I called Simya.

Chapter 13

Ceyanna

              Tonya nut ass did not even meet me at the spot like I asked her to yesterday. So of course I have to go to her as usual. When I pulled up in front of her door I got out the car and banged on the door as if I did not have any sense until she opened it.

“Damn, Ceyanna, you’re banging on my door like you’re the fucking law. You can get shot like that,” Tonya said. Her feelings were not of my interest at the moment. I could care less how she felt about me knocking on her door. We had more important things to discuss. We started working together way before I joined Tha Philly Ridahs Squad.

“Why did you stand me up yesterday?” I asked her making my way by her and walking into her house. Truth be told, Tonya honestly made more money than Chanelle. Chanelle just looks better than her. Chanelle is mixed with black and Indian with an attractive body. Tonya is black and Dominican; with a fucked up ass body.
That’s the difference, but when it comes to money I’m going to go to with who has the most money. Tonya does.
Many people do now know this but Tonya has accomplished way more than Chanelle did. Tonya has a better house than Chanelle does. Tonya has nicer cars than Chanelle does. Tonya had more connections in the streets than Chanelle does. Tonya had more goons than Chanelle and that is why Tonya can send people to do her work. She topped everything except looks.

“Sure Ceyanna, you can come right in. And for your information I had something to do. That is why I couldn’t come, alright?” she said.
Fuck what Tonya had to say. It was my time now. So all that other bullshit she wants to talk about is irrelevant to what I have to say.

“What did you have to do? And even so, you couldn’t call and say something? You’re just inconsiderate aren’t you?” I asked her making my way to her couch.

“Don’t come at me like that. What’s up though?” she asked sitting across from me.

“I thought you were going to make sure my cousin will come back in one piece?” I asked her.

“But your cousin is in one piece, she’s just not home,” Tonya joked as she took a black and mild and lit it.
This bitch thinks I am funny, doesn’t she? I’m not playing.

“Stop playing with me,” I told her in a firm voice.

“Listen, I don’t know all the pieces yet. It’s going around that Kassidy called the cops on Nelly. So let’s just stick with that,” Tonya suggested shrugging her shoulders.
I wasn’t sure if Kassidy would go that extreme. For now, I am going along but just for the time being.

“Okay, so if that is the case. What now?” I wanted to know what her intentions would be moving forward. When it comes to dealing with Tonya, you never know how she is coming, which way she is coming, and who she is sending.
I wanted to know to make sure my ass would be ready and I don’t get shot next.

“Chanelle and Kassidy got it coming along with that new little bitch that beat up Kiyah,” Tonya informed.
My worries were not on them. I was worried about my cousin. I wanted to get her out of there.

“Okay. I was able to work something out with the judge. Being as though this was your operation, I think you should cover it,” I suggested. She stared at me for a second and agreed. I gave her the judge’s information. I talked with Tonya and then I made my way to meet up with Kareema.

              I never thought things would get out of hand like they are now. I mean, I know things were going to get crazy, but damn, not like that. I was not expecting family members to get booked and killed. That has never happened. It would always be outsiders getting caught and killed and not any of our own. That is what’s making me think twice and stay in this lifestyle. I think it’s time that I work on an exit strategy. I met Kareema at a water ice stand. As I parked, I got out and walked to where Kareema was standing.

“Do you want something?” she asked.

“I’ll take a medium passion fruit,” I answered and thanked her. I watched as Kareema paid for our water ice and we sat down.

“So what’s up?” I asked her. I wanted to express how I genuinely felt about being in this lifestyle.

“Kareema, this isn’t how I want to live. I don’t want to deal with drugs, deal with Nelly in and out of the system and deal with all this drama and shit. I don’t want to walk around wondering if I have a target on my back or watching to see if someone is going to come after me. I don’t want to live like this anymore. We lost one too many lives already. I wake up thinking I can die at some point today. And if I make it through the day, then tomorrow it could happen,” I whined.

“You’re always going to face problems Ceyanna, that’s just life in general. But the way you deal with life is up to you. You know it’s hard to just walk out at a time like this. I’m not saying it can’t be done, because it can. And I want you and Nelly to be in a good place. But there’s a lot of controversy going on right now. Shit is getting wild,” Kareema said. However, she did make sense. It would not be the best idea for me to leave in the middle of a war zone. If I was to run, I would be on the run forever.
And I don’t want that.
When I leave, I want it to be forever. I don’t want to have to worry about someone trying to locate me and kill me. I want Nelly and I to be free.

“Alright, so what is going on with everything else?” I asked her. She ate some of her water ice.

“Well, Chanelle sent Simya and Vicious to Miami to do a move. I know we are trying to get things ready for the annual party,” Kareema answered. Every year the squad has this huge private party that we host.

“Have you spoken with Chanelle and what she did with Vicious?” I asked her.

“No, but I will. I’ve just been trying to get some things situated. But I promise before this party, we are going talk,” she said finishing her water ice. Kareema said she had to go in a few. She had some moves of her own to make. I understood.

              I thanked her for the water ice again and got in my car. As I began to drive, I had so much on my mind. When I was at the stop light a car pulled up in front of me.

“What the fuck, can’t you drive?” I yelled. I saw a girl get out of the car along with two other girls. I took my gun and got out as well. Today will be the day I shoot a bitch in the middle of traffic. I have done it before and I will do it again. “Do you have an issue?” I asked them while holding my gun to the side of me.

“Bitch, did we say we have an issue?” one of the girls asked.

“Move your shit before I put a bullet in all three of you,” I demanded as I began to raise my gun up.

“Paris, why are you always getting hype and talking too damn fast?” one of the girls asked her.
Paris. Paris. Where do I know that name from? Paris. Paris. I heard that name before.

“Alright, I apologize for calling you a bitch, but we just want to talk to you,” I am assuming the girl is Paris. Why the
fuck do you want to talk to me for?
Cars started beeping at us.

“Jay Jay, you get in the car and we’ll follow you,” Paris directed.
What the hell is happening?

“Where you going?” one of the girls asked Paris.

“With her,” she said pointing to me while walking towards my car. Once she got in my car I turned towards her.

“What do you want?” I asked Paris angrily as I kept the gun on my lap I followed the other car.

“Chill, Ceyanna. Just chill,” Paris suggested.
How in the hell did she know my name? Where did I hear this bitch’s name?
“I want to talk to you about Chanelle, your leader,”

“She took something of mine and I want it back. It’s plain and simple,” she informed.
I don’t have shit to do with her and whatever Chanelle has of hers.

“What does that have to do with me? That is between you two,” I told her.

“Are you going to help me get inside the private party you are about to have?” she answered. Everything Paris was saying, I wanted to know like how she found out and who told her. Because the only people that are allowed to the annual party are people that are on the list that we do business with. There are quite a few in the city. The party was not announced on bulletin boards posted on walls outside of bus stops and around the neighborhoods and it definitely wasn’t posted on social media. Those who were invited had a personal invitation that they have to show upon entrance into the club.
So, how the fuck does she know? And I don’t remember Paris being someone we did business with.
Somebody is leaking shit to her. Whoever she is getting the information from why couldn’t they get her in?

“What makes you think I’m going to help you?” I asked her. She gave me a hard stare. I kept one of my hands on the steering wheel and the other hand on my gun.
Bitch, try me, I dare you to.

“You won’t be doing this for free. There is something in it for you,” she said.

“Like?” I asked her as if she was full of shit because that is what she sounds like right now.
Bullshit.

“Twenty racks. Ten now and ten once you get me in,” she offered. 
Without hesitation I agreed. Why? Money talks, bullshit walks.

“Alright, it’s a bet,” As the car in front of us pulled over, so did I.

“Here is my number. And hold on real quick,” When she got out the car one of the girls put a bag in her hand. Paris walked back to my car and handed it to me.

“I look forward to doing business with you,” she said as I gave her my number. I nodded and drove off.

              Paris. Paris. Paris.
Where do I know that name from? What does Chanelle have of hers?
It was time to hit up my resources. What is the connection between them?