I always tried to act unaffected, but the truth was that I didn’t want to share Jahrein with nobody. And when I’d hear anything that sounded funny, a small part of me would die inside. Thinking that my man was giving away the very parts of him that were supposed to belong solely to me.
So, even after he’d fucked me all morning long one day, I had that shit on my mind. I couldn’t get it off. So, I decided that I was gonna take a trick out of his book, and pop up on him while he was in the hood.
I’d dropped the kids off at Jahrein’s granny’s house, after greasing her palm with a few dollars. Then I gave her a short story of why I wanted to switch cars with her, and she just laughed, while handing over her keys.
“Go ‘head, Raven, with ya lying ass. Jah damn sho’ won’t be expecting you to pull up in this Cadillac.”
I giggled. “Ole lady, Ion know what you talking about.” I hugged her, before running off.
An hour later, I was staked outside of Jaylen’s trap house. Just like with anybody he was close to, Jah had put his brother on. Catapulting the whole team into bosses, versus workers. So, they all had trap houses, but Jaylen’s trap was where the crew loved to hang at the most.
Jahrein’s car was parked in the driveway, so I knew that he had to be inside. Within the time I’d been parked on the curb, I’d seen so many niggas come and go. Since Jah nor the team no longer pushed actual crack, their customers were just other hustlers, as they were supplying most of the south side.
Checking things out, I had peeped too many weak spots that I was gonna bring to Jah’s attention. The house had too many windows and entry points that didn’t look very secure to me. Then the fact that I’d managed to sit outside for as long as I had without somebody noticing was a problem. Those niggas were moving sloppily like they had a license to slang dope openly.
Black’s ghetto ass was standing on the porch, shirtless, smoking a blunt, begging the laws to give him some special attention. He was flanked by several hangers-on, who were standing around, laughing.
I shook my head, while realizing that most street niggas were nothing but big ass kids. Most of them ran the streets from sunup to sundown, claiming that they were chasing money. In reality, they were always with their boys, running around, socializing, gambling, fucking hoes, running their mouths, while hitting licks here and there. Just a bunch of immature shit.
Sitting back, I was asking myself how much longer I would sit there wasting my time with this mission, until I saw five bitches pull up in a Caravan, and hop out. They were all scantily clad in booty shorts with their asses hanging out.
I tilted my head, as Black greeted the women, before they all casually bypassed him, entering the house. Knowing that women could be hustlers too, I tried my best not to jump to conclusions, but as time coasted on, I felt like those bitches were there for pleasure. Not business.
After a good hour passed, I had become anxious, as I grabbed my Gucci purse, double checking to see if I had the gun that I’d taken from Jahrein’s stash. Once I was sure that I had the heat, I hopped out of the car. Dressed in fighting clothes, just in case, I was rocking a pair of short tights, and a sports bra, along with some Jordans. My hair was pulled into a high ponytail at the crown of my head, which could easily be pinned into a bun.
Taking quick strides, I stepped into the yard, causing all the guys outside to look back.
“What’s up?”
“Aye.”
“Hey, Raven.”
“’Sup?”
They all spoke at once.
Black chuckled, as I approached the porch, while never bothering to speak.
“What chu doing here, girl?”
I rolled my eyes, as I shoved past him. “Did you ask them hoes the same thing?”
“Hoes?” He repeated.
I didn’t bother finishing that conversation, as I let myself into the house. As soon as I stepped in, several people looked back at me, including about three of Jah’s boys, and about three bitches, although five had walked through the door.
“What the fuck?” Jaylen grumbled, as he stood up, causing the girl who was sitting in his lap to tumble across the couch.
I shook my head. “Nigga, you aint shit. I oughtta call Chantel.” I referenced his baby’s mama, although I was doing no such thing. For whatever reason, his BM didn’t seem like she cared for me much, and I think that was because Jaylen was always trying to fuck my friends.
He was out in the open with his hoeness, and I didn’t understand how or why Chantel put up with the constant disrespect. So, it was probably a good thing that she didn’t rock with me like that, because I’d be telling her to leave, every chance I got.
“Man, chill out.” Jaylen scratched his head, while I peeped that he had a noticeable hard-on poking through his basketball shorts.
“Shit, you need to be telling yourself that,” I spat. “You supposed to be here conducting business, and got all these hoes hanging in here.”
“Hoes?” The girl who was just sitting on Jaylen’s lap spoke up.” She was a light brown, thick girl with a cute face.
