She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(13)

“I actually stopped fucking the broad a while back. Only thing I did was increase her pay. Her ass started tripping out, but y’all know how that goes. Give these hoes a price and they’ll take whatever they can get,” he told them. “I’ll rap with her when she slide through later on.”



“What pops say about that gun connect we talked about?” Omar, the oldest of the crew questioned. At thirty-two, he knew the game inside and out. He had been in the shit for so long, he could weigh a brick in his sleep. Since getting married and having kids, he took a step back from being the one in charge. Although it was his, Shemel’s, Laron, and Jerome’s dad who had started the business, they didn’t mind letting Pierre run shit. His pops was their dad’s right-hand man back in the day.



“He wasn’t feeling the idea, but I’ma have to win him over. Ain’t no way we gone miss out on that money,” Pierre answered, as the wheels in his head started to turn. He wasn’t down for the non-violent streak like the rest of the city was on. The more guns he had to carry around, the better. Pierre put it like this; the more you scream non-violence, the more people gone get caught slipping cause they think everybody down for the same cause. He had no plans to be taken out by anyone.



“Yeah, that most definitely would be a good investment. I’ll holla at him about it,” Omar said.



“We ain’t had to kill nobody yet this week, so I guess that’s good. Niggas staying in they place, just how they should be,” he announced and everyone nodded.



“Hope niggas keep that same mindset at the show on Saturday,” said Mel.



He was all for doing a show to bring the city out to show love, but niggas were reckless. Regardless of what they were doing during the week, when the weekend came, niggas start to feel themselves a little too much. Not to mention how they loved to front for the hoes, and there were going to be plenty at the performance.



“They better man. Niggas know not to play that tough shit while my brother performing,” Jerome spoke up and said. He was two years older than Shemel at twenty-seven, and was truly his little brother’s keeper. Out of the four brothers, these two could pass for twins, except Jerome didn’t have dreads. Laron, the second oldest brother at twenty-nine, was the quiet one, but deadly. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, niggas were sure to listen.



“We already know. Yo ass gone be on stage waiting for somebody to pop off,” Ricky said chuckling, but was serious. That’s how the shows went. All the older niggas would stand back and peep the scene, while the younger ones were Shemel's hype men.



“Exactly nigga. You know what it is,” Jerome replied, dapping Ricky up.



“Alright, I’m done discussing the business side of things so we good. Y’all know who line to hit if you run out before the weekend. If its dire fucking emergency, y’all can call me, but other than that, y’all can leave,” Pierre said, ending the meeting. All the young niggas left, including Omar and Laron. Fatz pulled the blunt from his ear that he had been waiting to smoke. They had made it a rule not to smoke while at the meetings cause niggas would be too worried about getting skipped in rotation.



“What’s good on that loft move after the show? Y’all gone have some bitches slide through?” Los asked. He was the youngest out of their main circle at twenty-one, and he was definitely a ladies’ man. No matter how scandalous he did the women, they still came back for more.



“This nigga always tryna get his dick wet,” Shemel laughed, mushing his head.



“Shit, I might as well. Them bitches know what it is when they see us,” he said, taking a pull from the blunt Fatz handed him.



“Yeah, we gone have ‘em slide through. Them hoes can’t stay the night though. Wake up and everything be missing,” Pierre joked, but was dead ass. Bitches were schemers and always looking for a come up. He had been in the game long enough and seen it happen plenty of times.



“As long as that lil honey Mel was mackin’ on at Waffle House slide through, I’m good,” Ricky said laughing.



“Aye, you can have her. She ain’t mine,” he replied, nonchalantly, but was low-key salty. He was digging little Brix, but she wasn’t feeling him, so he said fuck it. They didn’t run with the same group of folks no way, so he didn’t intend on ever seeing her again.



“Awww, you mad man? Shit, I’d be mad too. She was bad as fuck,” Ricky said, shaking his head.



“Aye, who this female?” Pierre questioned.