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The phone rang on the kitchen wall. I grabbed it before she could.
âHello? Whoâs calling?â
âItâs Valerie, whoâs this Amir?â
âNo itâs Raheim and for that Ms. Val my moms canât talk to youâ Ms. Val was my auntâs best friend and she helped my aunt and uncle look after us whenever she could when we were growing up.
âBoy if you donât give me my damn phoneâ She snatched the phone out my hand
âI know he done gone and went crazyâ She laughed into the receiver while I took the chance to take a nap in my old room. I took the spiral staircase in the kitchen. Nothing changed. My real, dark wood bed frame still looked new except for the heart with my initials and my first love Cassandra Normanâs carved into the bed post. The posters of bikini clad chicâs posing on motorcycles were still plastered all over the walls. My dresser holding my trophies from track needed to be dusted. My Uncle Billy pulled me to the side one day and said getting the local honeys was cool but I needed to step up my game and join a sport. I told him track because Iâd need to run from all of the ladies. At the time I didnât know how true that really was.
Janet Starz
Sitting in my cell waiting for the overweight C.O to do a head count I contemplated my next move. I need to win over Raheim or I would be here for another ten years.
âJanet Starz?â
âIâm still hereâ I liked being sarcastic.
âA simple here is sufficient Mrs. Starzâ She always said Mrs. When I irritated her trying to remind me of why Iâm here. I donât need a reminder every day in this hell hole reminds me that Carlosâ ass wasnât worth it.
âCarla Wilson?â
âHereâ my roommate shouted from her bed. The C.O moved on, keys hitting her wide hips.
âYou finished your plan yet?â I knew she thought I was crazy and thatâs why I carefully gave her only half of my business.
âCarla donât start no shit with me today ok?â
âIâm only saying your old ass need to get use to the idea of being here is allâ
âI donât have to get use to shit, heâs gonna come aroundâ
I lie down on my thin cot staring at the top of her bunk. 15 years is a long time to think about your life. I understood Raheim and what I remember most is that he was a stubborn bastard just like his father. Right when my eyes began to close I could feel Carla slide into the spot beside me covering my tits with her hand. She always knew when to make me feel better. The room felt less cold when her soft mouth cupped my nipple. I closed my eyes and remembered Carlos.
Raheim Starz
The music in the club was so loud it made the floor jump. Right away I noticed the thick cloud of smoke hanging over everybodyâs head like a bad news cloud. All the wanna be ballers stood around the bar watching all the ladies on the dance floor. A tall dark skinned brotha was already eyeing me hard from the corner. âAnd the Shit beginsâ I thought. I didnât see Felicia or any of her girls so I took the first available seat at a table full of honeys all rockin knock off Gucci bags.
âCan I sit here?â I yelled over the music and not waiting for an answer I slid into the booth.
âDamn papi, can I get your name and #?â The girl sitting directly in front of me asked. I gave her a quick once over. Her white tube top was to low and showed about sixty stretch marks crawling up her saggy tits. She had on about six $2.00 colorful plastic bangle bracelets and enough foundation to cover a small elephant. However, Iâm not one to disrespect.
âIâll tell you my name if you tell me yours. â All eyes were on me all but one of her girls who was giving her the evil eye.
âMy name is Simone and you can have my home #, cell # and my mamaâs # if you want that tooâ She started giggling and her girls followed.
âWell Ms. Simone my name is Vicâ I gave one of my aliasâ no need having her telling everybody she knows me.
âVic? I like that.â
âWhat yall drinking?â I asked. I didnât have a problem paying for one round of drinks. Simone quickly spoke up
âRum and cokeâ I gave her a fifty dollar bill and told her and two of her girls to get 5 rum and cokes leaving me at the table with the finest of the four. The one with the evil eye.
âWhy you looking so mad?â she didnât say nothing for a second.
âIâm ok; itâs just that my girls act so desperate sometimes.â I took a card with my # on it and slid it across the table, she grabbed it and stuffed it in her purse before the giggling trio came back talking loud and dancing along to BeyoncĂ©âs all the single ladies. No sooner than my drink hit the table Feliciaâs fine ass walked up. She had about twenty girls with her and they all watched the table.
âExcuse me ladies, can I borrow him for a minute?â She took me by the hand and we walked off. Thatâs what I loved about her she didnât act out but stole the show.
âHow long you been here?â she leaned her body against me until I could smell her hair. It was driving me crazy.
âNot that longâ I wrapped my arms around her waist and watched the haters hate. She looked sexy as hell in a black jersey knit halter top jumper with a gold chain belt and matching open toe gold sandals.
âDo Beverlyâs old man know she in here shaking her ass?â
âI âon know, but be quiet Raheimâ She started dancing up on me moving her hips to Jamie Foxâ joint blame it on the alcohol. I knew I didnât want any alcohol when I laid it on her. I started feeling the music and pulled her ass into my wood.
Her girls surrounded us forming a circle like some shit straight from off of soul train. But just when I started feeling ok about coming to this broke down club the dark skinned brotha with the eye problem stepped up in the circle with a serious attitude. He stood in front of me like he might try something. I kept dancing daring that nigga to make a move. Felicia slowed down a bit her body tensing up.
âRelax baby this muthafucka canât be that crazyâ I whispered in her ear. Seconds later he grabbed her by the arm like he wanted to be smooth and tried to pull her to him but she yanked her arm away and one of her girls grabbed my arm.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â
âYou talking to me?â his voice had ten times the base.
âNo muthafucka Iâm talking to the ugly nigga behind you. Did I give your dumb ass permission to come over here and touch somebody?â I gritted on him hard and if need be I would knock his ass out. I could see a few people stop dancing and started to crowd around exactly what I didnât want.
âNobody want that stank bitch anywayâ Felicia was two seconds from swinging at his face before Beverly pulled her by the waist. âYou got about two fucking minutes to back the fuck off before I whip your ugly ass.â With no warning he swung his heavy fist near my face catching the bridge of my nose. I jerked back before charging at him. Hitting him with a left hook to his chin and a right to his temple. I went back to my first ass whipping my uncle Billy gave me for coming home crying after I lost a fight. I ainât ever do that again. After I had him on the floor I stood up and started kicking him in his back and shoulders. He had blood all over his ear but he was still coming for more. I could hear Felicia screaming âStop, Rah come on. Somebody helpâ That made me hit him harder until I heard his jaw crack. His eyes were closed and for a minute I thought that he was dead until I saw his chest moving up and down. When I stood up my white linen suit was covered with blood. I felt fine so I knew it had to be his. Everybody started gasping and pushing through to see who was stretched out on the floor. Dudes who heard the heat started jetting before they got there. Felicia had all of her girlâs crowd around me in case the police were out front. The night air hit my face making me realize how hot it was up inside the small club. They followed me around the block until we reached my expedition. That nigga had me trippin. She told her girls she was riding out with me and they started hugging like I was kidnapping her or something. I knew they under estimated my ability just like the sucka lying on the club floor did.
For a long while no one said anything. I headed in the direction of my downtown apartment. No other girl had the privilege of coming to my place. It was always strictly there house. The # 1 rule is if you donât have your own shit I donât fuck with you Iâm not one of these dudes only interested in the pussy. I turn welfare bitches into career broads. We pulled up to my reserved parking space. I stopped paying rent about three years ago when I first starting breaking off my landlord. She is hot as hell for a white chic. I got out the car and opened Feliciaâs door. She was still quiet. To tell the truth I didnât feel much like talking either. I didnât want to tell her that my right hand was starting to swell either.
When we walked in she pretended not to look around but I designed it so you had to. I had a cream wrap around couch with a pure crystal and marble coffee table. My wall mounted 52â inch television was wired with surround sound and voice activated CD player. I had 6â tall tropical plants on either side of the TV and art deco pictures on two of the walls. My dining room had a wall to wall tropical fish tank that gave an aquarium feel in the dark. Almost everything in my house was given to me even down to my four poster bed with the serpent, and Adam and Eve carved on each post.
My life was easy for the most part and I had to keep it that way. Instinct kicked in and Felicia went into the kitchen filling a freezer bag with ice cubes. I heard cabinet doors open and close before she appeared in the door way with a glass of water and the bag of ice.
âWhereâs your aspirin?â
âI donât have anyâ I watched her move around and thought for a brief moment that I could get used to this. But like I said it was a brief moment. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of Motrin. She watched me swallow all three extra strength tablets before she went into the bathroom. When she came back she had a bottle of rubbing alcohol, peroxide and a few q tips.
âSo what youâre my nurse now?â I put on my brave face but my hand hurt like hell. It was starting to look like professor Klumps in the nutty professor.
âYou know I think youâre crazy right?â She stared at me with her big brown eyes.
âWhy? He came at me first. This is why I donât do the club thingâ I avoided stating it was because of her
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