Eviction Notice, page 24
“Since I like you, we can negotiate. Don’t worry, boo, I’m gonna make sure you remember this pussy for a long time.” She led him by the hand through the door at the bottom of the steps and out into the alley. Brick House wasted no time getting down to business. She shoved Alonzo against the wall and began licking his ears and around his neck, while prying his dick from his pants. “That feels good, don’t it.” She jerked his dick.
“Yeah, that’s nice.” Alonzo closed his eyes.
“The best is yet to come.” She dropped her purse to ground and knelt on it so as not to scuff her knees on the concrete. She circled her thumb and index finger around his shaft and stroked it gently while fondling his balls with her free hand. She clamped her lips around the head of his dick and inhaled gently, drawing a low hissing from Alonzo. Gradually she opened her mouth wider and slid it farther down his shaft. When she came back up she let her saliva run freely down his dick until it was good and wet. Every time she bobbed down on him, she let his dick slip farther and farther into her mouth until his dick had completely disappeared and her tongue touched his balls.
“Damn, you’re trying to make me nut,” Alonzo said, moaning.
“Nah, you ain’t getting off that easy,” she told him while stroking his cock aggressively. Brick House produced a condom and rolled it onto his rock-hard dick. Brick House got off her knees and braced herself against the wall with one hand. She moved her thong to the side and hiked her ass up. “Get in this pussy.” She spread her lips.
Alonzo looked around cautiously to make sure nobody was looking before sliding up behind Brick House. She was so wet that he missed his target three times before hitting his mark. Brick House’s pussy was so warm and tight that Alonzo stood completely still, letting her soak him. “Damn,” was all he could say as he spread her ass cheeks and pushed himself into her as far as he could, grabbing two handfuls of her ass, forcing her up and down faster and faster. Alonzo was trying to force himself into the depths of her guts.
“That’s right, get all in this pussy.” She pressed both hands against the wall and threw it back as he pumped.
Alonzo grabbed a fistful of her weave and started going to town on her, slamming his dick in and out of Brick House as hard as he could, but no matter how hard he stroked, she begged him to fuck her harder. Alonzo had been with quite a few women in his day, but Brick House’s pussy was hands down the best he’d ever had. He felt his legs start to buckle as he came closer and closer to climaxing. Abandoning his grip on her hair, Alonzo locked both his forearms under her and lifted Brick House off her feet. His face twisted into a horrible mask of pleasure and pain as he emptied himself into the condom. He felt like the come would never stop spilling out of him, and when it finally did, he slumped against her with his forehead on the wall. The night was silent except for the sounds of their heavy breathing, but the silence was interrupted by the sound of someone chambering a round into a pistol to his rear.
“Now that you’ve got yours, give me mine,” a voice demanded from behind him.
Alonzo didn’t have to turn around to know what was happening to him. “Rotten bitch.” He grunted as Brick House slid from beneath him, leaving him standing there with the condom hanging off his dick.
“Ain’t nothing personal, boo, but it’s like I told you earlier: I need all my chips.” Brick House went to stand near the robbers.
“Turn around real slow and don’t try nothing stupid,” a gunman ordered him. Alonzo turned around to face his robbers. There were two of them, both wearing masks and both armed.
“Just be easy, my nigga. Y’all can have all this.” Alonzo went to reach into his pocket and his head exploded in pain as the gunman hit him with the hammer. Alonzo stumbled into the wall, but kept his footing.
“Didn’t I tell you not to do nothing stupid?” The gunman pressed the hammer to Alonzo’s forehead. “Yo, Brick, get this nigga’s pockets.”
Brick House cautiously moved to Alonzo and began rummaging through his pockets.
“Shitting where you live is never a smart thing, baby girl,” Alonzo warned her.
“Shut up before I shit on you.” Brick House pulled his money out and began counting it. “Nigga, all you got is two hundred dollars and you was up in there like you was balling out with ya peoples? I should’ve tried to get ya man with the ice on out here instead of your broke ass.”
“King would’ve killed you on the spot. A nigga like me, I’m gonna wait until later so I can take my time with you,” he said seriously.
“You pop a lot of shit for a nigga on the wrong side of a pistol.” The gunman jabbed the gun into Alonzo’s chest. When he did, it hit against something that sounded like metal. The gunman yanked the front of Alonzo’s shirt down and saw the thick link around his neck. “Run that too.”
“A’ight, just be easy. I don’t want no problems, B.” Alonzo slowly reached for his neck. Seeing that he had Alonzo under pressure, the gunman relaxed, which was a big mistake. Instead of removing the chain, Alonzo went for the two razors he had taped to his collar. In one motion Alonzo jerked his head to the side and brought one of the razors down across the man’s forearm, opening a vein. The gun went off, missing Alonzo’s head but damn near deafening him, being fired so close to his ear. Ignoring the pain, Alonzo lunged, swinging the razors. His hands were a blur as the two small blades opened up gashes on the gunman’s face, neck, and chest. Unfortunately, none was a killing blow, but they were enough to take him out of commission long enough for Alonzo to try to reach the second gunman.
The second gunman fumbled with the slide on his gun nervously as Alonzo closed the distance. From the looks of things, he was an amateur, which was good for Alonzo but bad for him. Alonzo swung the razor with the intention of taking the gunman’s face off, but Brick House snuffed him, throwing off his aim. When Brick House saw Alonzo’s angry eyes turn to her, she hightailed it back to the fire-exit door, which she had left propped open with a bottle. She had just reached the door when Alonzo caught her across the back with the razor, opening up a wide gash. He tried to take her head off with the second strike, but she managed to get to the safety of the door and slam it behind her.
Remembering his unfinished business, Alonzo turned back to the second gunman, who had finally managed to figure out how to work his pistol and was about to fire on Alonzo. Thankfully, a metal pipe busted his head to the white meat before he had the chance. The second gunman dropped like a brick at Ashanti’s feet, who was standing there holding the pipe in question.
“Bitch-ass nigga.” Ashanti brought the pipe down across his head once more for good measure. “Man, I’ve heard of getting caught with your pants down, but you’ve taken this shit to a new level.” Ashanti looked down at Alonzo’s exposed dick.
“Very fucking funny.” Alonzo fixed himself. “You were supposed to be with the truck, what are you doing back here?”
“You’re welcome,” Ashanti said sarcastically. “I had to take a leak so I wandered back here, and from the looks of things it’s a good thing I did. What happened?”
“I came back here to get some pussy and the bitch set me up. These niggaz tried to rob me.” He motioned at the two men on the ground. The first gunman, whom he had cut, was rolling around on the floor in pain. “Come here, muthafucka.” Alonzo dragged the gunman out into the alley. He snatched the mask off and saw that the face underneath couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen, but by then he was too far gone to care. All he’d wanted to do was come out and have a good time, but the petty thieves had awakened the sleeping giant. “You tried to take my money so I’m gonna take your face.” He hit him with the razor. Alonzo didn’t stop cutting the kid until his arms were tired and the boy’s face looked like an old pack of hamburger meat.
“King ain’t gonna like the fact that we dropped two bodies outside his meeting,” Ashanti said, looking over the bloodied men.
“Right now I don’t care who likes what, them niggaz violated.”
“So what do we do now, clean the mess up?” Ashanti asked.
“Fuck them, nigga, leave ’em for the rats.” Alonzo spat on the robber. “Let’s go get the whip and scoop our peoples.”
CHAPTER 33
“You see my kid brother on his shit?” Lakim smiled.
“Looks like kid brother is about to get into some grown-man shit. I can’t front, shorty had an onion,” King admitted.
The waitress had finally found her way back with the liquor King had sent her for. She was carrying a fifth of Crown Royal and a bottle of champagne. She placed the Crown in front of King and headed over to Shai’s table with the champagne. King watched her closely as she placed the bottle down in front of Shai and spoke in a hushed tone. Swann said something to her, to which she just shrugged her shoulders and walked away.
“So what’s good, we gonna step to this nigga or what?” Lakim was staring daggers at Shai and his team.
“We gonna take care of business in a minute,” King told him.
“God, you been saying that all night and so far all we’ve done is sat here and stared at them. I say we step to them cats and speak our piece.” Lakim was getting impatient.
“Nah, I think we’ll let them come to us,” King said coolly.
“A’ight, now I know you bugging. What reason would Shai’s people have to step to us?”
“Lakim, sometimes you don’t need a reason when you have a well-laid plan.” King cracked a devilish grin as he watched Holiday walking toward them.
* * *
“Here you go, fellas.” The waitress set a bottle of champagne on Shai’s table.
“Sweetie, we didn’t order this,” Shai told her.
“Compliments of the gentleman over there.” She nodded across the room.
Shai looked to see where she was pointing and saw a brolic sipping a bottle of water. He was watching Shai, but it was more of a curious stare than threatening. “Tell him thanks, but no thanks.” Shai pushed the bottle away.
“Look, dude gave me a hundred dollars to make sure that I didn’t bring it back, so unless you’re giving me two hundred that’s on y’all,” she said and walked away.
“Bitch,” Swann spat.
“What’s good with that kid? He’s been watching us all night,” Angelo pointed out.
“I don’t know. Do you know the nigga, Shai?” Holiday asked.
“I’ve never seen him a day in my life,” Shai said.
“Then let me roll over there and ask him what the fuck he’s looking at.” Holiday got up.
“Chill the fuck out.” Shai’s voice froze him. “Take the bottle back and tell them niggaz we good, but don’t cause a scene.”
“I got you, B.” Holiday grabbed the bottle off the table aggressively.
“I’m serious,” Shai warned.
“Okay, Shai.” Holiday headed across the room. “What’s good?” he addressed King James.
“I see you received my gift.” King nodded at the bottle.
“Yeah, good looking out but I can’t accept this.” Holiday held the bottle out toward King but he didn’t move.
“That’s cool, because I didn’t send it to you, I sent it to Shai,” King said coolly.
“Well, right now I speak for Shai and we good.” Holiday slammed the bottle on King’s table.
Dump and Lakim moved, but King raised his hand for them to be still. “You know it’s bad form to insult someone by returning their gift, but being that you’re just a solider I’ll overlook it. Tell Shai that I sent the bottle over as a peace offering so that maybe we could sit down like men and discuss my grievance.”
“Your what?” Holiday had no idea what the word meant. “What the fuck you mean you wanna discuss something with my dude? My nigga, I don’t know who think you are, but you ain’t him.”
King placed his water bottle on the table and calmly stood up. He was taller than Holiday, so he was looking down on him when he spoke. “First of all, I ain’t ya nigga, sun. As far as who I am, my name is King James.”
At the mention of his name, the word enemy flashed through Holiday’s brain. “Muthafucka.” Holiday reached for his gun, but King’s hand clamped around his wrist, preventing him from clearing the gun. He struggled but King’s grip was like steel.
“You simple-minded-ass li’l nigga.” King slapped Holiday viciously across the face, dazing him with the powerful impact. “I told you all I wanted to do was talk, but you gotta make a movie, huh?” King slapped him again. Holiday’s head whipped back and forth limply with every slap.
A bouncer who had been standing nearby tried to intervene, which was a mistake. Dump swung one of his clublike fists and knocked him out. Seeing the commotion, Swann and Angelo sprang into action, guns drawn and murder in their hearts. Lakim broke two beer bottles and tossed one to Dump as they jumped between King James and the approaching killers. They were outgunned but it didn’t matter to them. They were brothers and the fate of one would be the fate of all.
King stood there, still manhandling Holiday, watching the plan he had so carefully laid being dashed to hell because the youngster couldn’t control himself. Looking at his men wielding their broken bottles and Shai’s men wielding their guns, it was obvious how it would play out. He wrapped one of his massive hands around Holiday’s neck and began to apply pressure. If they were going to die, at least he would take one of theirs with them to hell.
“Enough,” Shai’s voice boomed out. He stood there like the calm in the middle of the storm of violence. He walked up to King James, who was still strangling Holiday. “My dude, you see what it is, so you know that this can only end poorly. Tell your people to fall back and I’ll do the same.”
“All I wanted to do is holla, but ya man was outta pocket,” King snarled.
“And that’s for me to discipline the young boy, not you. I don’t want my people going to prison or your people going to the morgue, but that’s exactly how it’s gonna play out if we get it on in this club. Let go of my man and tell your people to stand down. This is the last time I’m gonna ask you.”
King weighed it. For as much as he wanted to kill Holiday, he wanted his men to live more. “A’ight.” He shoved Holiday away roughly.
When Holiday caught his breath he tried to rush King, but Shai caught him by the back of his shirt and spun the young man to face him. He spoke in a hushed tone so that only Holiday could hear him. “You defy me in public again and you won’t have to worry about this nigga killing you, because I’ll off your li’l ignorant ass myself, understand?”
“Yeah, Shai,” Holiday said fearfully.
“Good.” Shai smoothed the wrinkles in Holiday’s shirt. “You’ll get your chance, but not here and not like this.” Once he had calmed Holiday, he turned his attention to King James. “Dude, what the fuck is your problem?”
“Shai, it’s like I was trying to tell ya li’l man, I only wanted to talk. There was no disrespect intended,” King told him.
“Who the fuck are you to want to talk to me about anything? You cause a scene in my friend’s club that could send us all to prison if the police were called and then talk some no disrespect shit? This shit goes beyond disrespect, my man. If this club didn’t belong to a friend of ours I’d have you and your whole team taken into the alley and shot, then ship your heads to your mothers as a lesson as to why they should’ve used birth control.”
“Is that right?” King asked defiantly.
“Muthafucking right.” Shai got in his face, trying to intimidate King, but all he did was smirk. “You’re smiling like what I’m saying is funny. Am I a joke to you?”
“Nah, you ain’t no joke, Shai, you’re the boss,” King said in a less-than-sincere tone.
“Then wipe that fucking smile off your face,” Shai ordered.
“Look, Shai, I ain’t trying to go back and forth with you, sun. I got something I need to holla at you about right quick, then we’ll be on our way,” King said, finding himself increasingly irritated with the way Shai was talking to him. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to keep himself from taking a swing at him and making the situation worse.
“Blood, you got a problem understanding English?” Swann stepped up. “Ain’t shit to talk about. Now why don’t you and these project niggaz you brought in here with you get the fuck outta here while you still can.” He cast a casual glance at the entrance of the VIP, where several men had just come in. They took up positions behind Swann and glared at King James and his crew.
King James looked from Swann and his small army back to Shai. “So it’s like that, Shai?”
Shai raised his hand in the air and closed it into a fist. When he did so, his men formed a circle around King James and his crew. “It’s like that and then some. Good night,” Shai said, dismissing him, and walked back to his table.
Three bouncers who worked for Brick City closed in on King James and his crew and without words let them know that they had overstayed their welcome. Lakim and Dump looked to him for their next move, and he motioned that it was time to go. King lingered behind to bring up the read as the bouncers escorted them out. Holiday was hunched over Shai’s table, shooting him daggers. King gave him a knowing nod as both of them knew that their business was far from concluded.
“Bitch-ass niggaz.” Dump bumped the bouncer at the VIP entrance on their way out. As they made their way down the stairs, the stripper with the pink hair they’d seen on the screen was making her way up. “Baby, that was a hell of show you put on out there,” Dump told her.
“Thanks.” Porsha smiled.
“Dump, come on, we ain’t got time for that shit right now,” King barked.
“A’ight, nigga, damn.” Dump reluctantly followed.
“Yo, God, we can’t leave Zo,” Lakim said to King.
“We ain’t leaving him, we’re just getting out of harm’s way. We got a pass because we’re in a public place but ain’t no telling if the treaty will hold when we’re off the club’s property. I’ll feel a lot safer once we get back to the whip and arm up. Hit Zo on the jack and have him meet us out front,” King told him. “I don’t even think Shai and them knew Zo was with us, and even if they did, they ain’t gonna try nothing in here. Zo will be good until we regroup.” King was relieved when they were out of the club and in open space, but that feeling quickly faded when he realized that the truck wasn’t where they’d left it. “Fuck did this li’l nigga go with the whip?” King looked around nervously. “La, I told you I ain’t wanna fuck with that li’l nigga, he ain’t even on point!” No sooner had the words left King’s mouth than the big truck screeched to a halt a few feet away from them. Alonzo was behind the wheel and Ashanti was in the backseat. King hopped in on the passenger side while Lakim and Dump sandwiched Ashanti in the back.
