Love and a Gangsta (20 page)

Cindy waved at us, smiling when she saw me standing with her friend and Greasy.

“What’s up y’all…? Hey Omar, what you doing standing out here with my home-girl, huh?”

“We ‘bout to roll, girl. You coming, right?” Greasy said.

Cindy smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

“See, there you go, Soul. Greasy got his and you got yours,” Greasy said, tossing me the keys to the whip. “I’m feelin kinda twisted, cuz. You gon have to drive. Me and Gina be in the backseat. Besides, Greasy owe you, since I crashed that nice ride you had back-in-the-days. Shit used to ride smooth like a bitch on top.”

This situation seemed unavoidable. I got forced into this shit because Greasy looked to be in no condition to drive. I walked around to the driver’s side. Cindy jumped in the front seat. Greasy and Gina occupied the back.

I drove off, and Greasy wanted to stop at his crib for a moment. He wanted to be a showoff and impress the two young ladies that he had wit us
with his spacious three-bedroom crib in Elmont

“I’ve been hearing much about you, Omar. So you are the famous Soul, huh?” Cindy asked, trying to start a conversation.

I nodded. I could hear Greasy and Gina getting it on in the backseat. I was thinking, this is trouble waiting to happen. I didn’t mind hanging out with Greasy, but when it concerned bitches, he acted stupid. Greasy always stunted hardest in front of the bitches, flashing money, jewelry and talking shit. He wanted to be the man.

“I heard that you were locked up,” Cindy interrupted my thoughts.

“Yeah… A small bid.”

“How long were you in?”

“I did four…”

“I got a cousin who did ten years. Maybe you know him. He goes by the name, Breezy,” she said.

“Nah, that name don’t ring bells with me,” I said, trying to keep my conversation short and simple.

She was trouble for me. Cute, young, and I knew she was ready to drop the panties for me.

“So, you gotta girl?” she asked smiling.

“Yeah, I’m married.”

“Oh, wow.”

The news shocked her. Greasy seized the moment and immediately intervened.

“Yo, shorty, Soul’s a real nigga. He don’t give a fuck…”

I wanted to smack the shit out of his mouth. But shot Greasy my coldest stare through the rearview mirror as I continued driving.

“So, you love her?” Cindy asked.

“No doubt.”

“That’s nice. You look like you would make a good husband to someone. I just broke up with my man a few weeks... These young niggas be actin’ stupid all the time. I want a man that’s able to hold me down. I’m not the one for the BS. I’m tired of these niggas out here that ain’t about shit,” she said.

“Cindy, you’re young. You in school?”

“I’m a freshman at York College.”

“That’s what’s up, keep doin’ you.”

Things were really heating up in the backseat with my cousin and the girl. I watched Greasy smiling, pulling something out of his jacket.

“Yo, cuz, you down for a hit?” he asked.

I saw the pack and wanted to wild out on Greasy.

“Nigga, what the fuck is the matter wit’ you? I’m out on papers and you got me driving a dirty car!”

“Nigga, stop being so paranoid. It ain’t that much drugs. And we ain’t gettin’ pulled the fuck over. Why the fuck you trippin’?”

“Cuz, I’m on fuckin’ parole, nigga! And if I’m violated, I’m back upstate.”

The girls were startled by my sudden outbreak. I didn’t care. My cousin was being an asshole, risking my freedom. I didn’t want to catch some small-time possession charge.

“What else you got in this ride?” I asked.

“You know how we do, cuz. There’s a nine-milli under the seat,” he informed.

“Fuck you, Greasy!” I shouted. “For real nigga, fuck you, nigga!”

I wanted to pull over and get the fuck out. Then I caught a glimpse of Cindy and there was a worried look on her face. So I continued driving.

“Yo, Soul, just fuckin’ drive. Shit is ahight, my nigga. Greasy got you. We ain’t too far from my place anyway. Make this right at the next light,” he instructed.

While I drove, him and Gina were getting high off of crystal-meth in the back. Cindy was quiet next to me. She stopped asking me all her damn questions.

“Cindy, you want some of this?” Gina asked.

“No, I’m good.”

“Bitch you sure? I’m ready to fuck.” Gina whispered loudly to Greasy.

Suddenly I felt really uneasy. I just had a positive talk with Jim about drugs, and now here I was chauffeuring my cousin, the drug-dealer to his home. I pulled up to Greasy’s two-story Victoria-square home in Elmont. The
immensely silent neighborhood was lined with trees and manicured lawns.

“Cuz, welcome to mi casa,” Greasy said as he made his way up the steps with Gina clinging to him.

I was overwhelmed when I walked inside. Who knew my cousin had good taste in decorating? The foyer alone was lined with marble floors, as was the rest of his crib. He had a three-bedroom, two and half bathrooms, with outdoor deck, a fireplace, and pool table in the great room. There were two crown-ceiling fans, one in the kitchen and one over the great room. His leather furniture was buttery soft, there was a granite kitchen counter.

“Shit’s nice, right Soul?” he asked of me.

My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was definitely impressed. And I thought America had our place decorated nice.

“Mega and I are making big things happen. You see all this shit, Soul?” he asked, pointing to the plasma TV with a play-station type remote in his hand. “Paid up to five grand for this, in cash,” he boasted. “My nigga, you should be living like this too. We got the fuckin’ world in our hands, my nigga. Ain’t no muthafucka fuckin’ wit’ us, Soul. We makin’ sure our shit is on lock. I’m the man, right baby?”

“You sure are,” Gina smiled, walking into his embrace.

His swagger was high. Cindy and I just stood there looking lost in the sauce. This mix could prove lethal.

“Chill, make y’all selves comfortable. Y’all family, mi castle, su castle.” Greasy laughed.

Rap videos played on a luxurious home entertainment center with a 62” HD plasma screen. Greasy walked into the kitchen. The speakers that encircled the room were deafening. Cindy took a seat on one of the many plush couches that lined the room. I stood gawking for a minute.

“Ooh, this my shit right here,” Gina cried out and started dancing to a G-unit track blaring through the room.

“I get in… I get in…” she sang off-key.

The bitch was high off meth, all excited and horny. She started seductively grinding in front of me. Slowly pulling up her denim skirt, gradually exposing her black thong.

“Girl, you’re so crazy,” Cindy laughed.

“You wanna dance with me, Soul,” she licked her finger and teased.

She got up on me, real close and personal. Her skirt hoisted, and began fondling herself. This bitch was a freak but I wasn’t with it. I just shook my head.

“Um, 50 could get it,” she said loudly, continuing to dance. Then she did the unexpected, pulling off her thong and tossing it at me.

“I’m wet, baby,” she said to me.

Cindy looked at her girl Gina disturbed attitude and said, “Gina, I think you need to chill out right now.”

“Nah, I’m tryin’ to have a good time. It is so hot in here. Ooh, I need to cool off, girl. My pussy is itching. Soul, come scratch it for me,” she laughed, pulling her shirt over her head. She was now only clad in bra and skirt.

It was getting real hot up in there and I was becoming more uncomfortable. America entered my thoughts and I knew I had to leave. Gina continued wilding out. Soon she was out of her skirt and when Lil John,
Get Low
started playing on the screen and blaring out the speakers, the bitch went loca. Completely naked she started booty shaking.

Gina was high as a muthafucka, wiggling and slapping her booty. She bounced it around then dropped it like it was hot. I had to admit that her young body was tight, with her thin curvy waistline, a phat ass, and tits like ripe grapefruits. A few years ago, if I was in this same situation, I would have had that bitch bent over the couch, and dug her back out. Things were different now. My life was important to not only me but others.

“Damn bitch, you couldn’t wait for a nigga,” Greasy hollered, coming out of the kitchen clutching a Moet bottle and more meth.

He went over and started dancing and grinding behind Gina. They snorted more meth and continued wilding. Cindy and I stared at them shaking our heads. Gina curved her naked body over, grabbing hold of the couch and backing it up on Greasy. Greasy grabbed her hips with one hand and downed the bottle of Moet.

“I’m ‘bout ready to fuck this bitch,” Greasy said, unzipping his pants.

“Damn nigga, chill the fuck out. You’re high,” I said.

“Nigga, I’m horny. You want dibs on this, Soul?” he asked.

“You wilding, now.”

Greasy dropped his pants and thrust his dick into Gina raw. She panted, gripping the couch tightly and sweating profusely.

“Y’all crazy,” Cindy shouted, looking on wide eye at the crazy sexual performance.

“Umm, ugh… Ugh, Umm hmm, shit! Fuck me! Oh yes fuck me!” Gina cried out from the doggy position.

Her back was curved over the plush leather sofa and throwing it on Greasy. His ringing cell phone on the glass coffee table interrupting. He picked it up, and answered the call without missing a beat.

“Yo…? Ahight… I got you Mega. What time? Bet… One.” I heard him say, as he still continued ramming Gina.

He hung up and looked at me as he continued fucking Gina. “Yo, Soul, do me a favor…? I need to drop something off to Mega. Can you do that for me?”

“Like what?”

“Some cash. It’s in the trunk of my ride.”

“How much cash we’re talkin’ about, Greasy?”

“Nigga, it’s only a small gwap, twenty-thousand in hundreds. He’s at this club on Liberty. Just take my shit, do that for me and have fun. I’m gonna be a minute wit’ this bitch. And plus, I owe you a Lexus.”

I was skeptical. But I didn’t want to hang around and watch Greasy continue to fuck this young bitch. Greasy tossed me his car keys while still pounding Gina.

“You know Greasy got you, my nigga,” he added.

“Whateva! I’m out,” I told him.

“Good lookin’ on that, cuz,” he said.

Greasy and I then looked over at Cindy, who was still seated on the couch. Then Greasy came out of his mouth and said to her, “You want me to break you off too, bitch? You know your friend is lovin’ this dick right now.” He pulled at Gina’s hair and smacked her on the ass.

“That’s okay, I’ll go with Omar,” she said, and got up to leave with
me.

My cousin was a wild boy and too much pussy was never enough for him. Since we were kids, he’s been a playboy and been fucking bitches since ten years old. He wasn’t changing his promiscuous ways anytime soon. I wanted no part in what he was in.

Jumping into the Lexus, I drove off knowing that there was twenty grand cash hidden in the trunk. Cindy was quiet towards me for the first ten minutes. The radio was low, and the only thing on my mind at the time was, why the fuck did I say yes. I did five miles over the regulated speed limit down Merrick Blvd.

“So, how long have you been married?” Cindy asked, breaking the silence between us.

“A few weeks now,” I replied.

“And how long have y’all been together?”

“Ten years.”

“Damn, that’s what’s up. I hope I can find a man that’s like you. So if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your type of woman anyway?”

I chuckled. “My wife.”

She laughed. “I mean, what she look like. I know she pretty, cuz you are fine. If you weren’t married, would I be your type?” she asked me, getting bolder with the questions.

I glanced at her and smiled.

“You’re cute, and yeah, I like your style. But you’re young and I’m a married man,” I said.

“Age ain’t nothing but a number, and I don’t kiss and tell,” she stated.

I smirked catching her drift. This bitch was smart, and in school trying to get a degree from York College. But there was another side to her, she loved thugs, and her friend Gina was a wreck waiting to happen.

“We could do us, Omar, and nobody ain’t gotta know,” Cindy boldly
said.

I looked at her briefly thinking, a few years back, it would have been on. Now I couldn’t do it.

“Can I ask you sump’n?” I asked.

“What…?”

“Why would you short yourself like that?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re a beautiful girl, and you got a lot going for yourself. I’m always seeing you fucking around with these clown ass wanna-bees. I ain’t gonna lie, I been hearing about you and your girl’s reps.”

“What kind of rep?” She sighed.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about.”