Payback With Ya Life (14 page)

“I know that, Peanut. I still have my forty-five-hundred-dollar check that my job gave me for relocating. I do have a job and I do have a big brother. So
technically
I’m just enjoying the ride. He’ll be back and forth so it’s like I’m house-sitting and living for free. I’m not stupid, Peanut.” He was making Shan feel like a teenage girl moving out on her own for the very first time.

“I didn’t say you were. I just wanted to make sure you had a plan as well as a backup plan. When do you start work?”

“Next week I start orientation. That gives me a little time to get situated in the new house and learn my way around town.”

“How do you like the D?”

“I don’t know yet. The only thing I do know is I like my new house. How soon are you coming back to spend the night with me? And where are you?”

“I’ll probably be there sooner than you think. Keke got killed.”

“What?” Shan shrieked.

“She got shot. And the crazy thing is, the bullets were meant for me.”

“What? Oh my God . . . Peanut. When? How? Why didn’t you tell me?” She fired off the questions, not wanting to believe what she was hearing.

“Last Tuesday. I went over there just to look that bitch in the face. I was on some GP shit. When I got there she had my shit all packed up. I had to remind her that it was my crib and told her to pack her shit and get the fuck out. When I left, she was following me talking shit. We were barely off the porch. That’s when they rolled up and got the shots off. The po-po is on my ass so I have been layin’ low.”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m over a friend’s house.”

“My house is your house . . . so come whenever you’re ready. I’ma hook you up a room.”

Peanut smiled. “I’ll be up there. I got to see a few more people first.”

“I hope it ain’t no more of your ex-chicks. I told you to chalk them up as an L, boy.”

“Listen to you. Trying to tell a grown man what to do.” He chuckled to himself. “And for your info I already went to pay Prissy and CoCo a visit, and guess what?”

“What?”
Beep.

“Let me take this call, baby sis. I’ll call you back later on.”

“I want to continue this conversation. But in the meantime, I’m sorry about Keke. Be safe and I love you.”

“Love you too.” He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Nyla and smiled. He clicked over. “What up? You aiight?”

“What’s up with you? What you gettin’ ready to get into?” she asked seductively.

Peanut perked up at the words
get into
. “What you want to get into?”

“You want to come over a little later?”

“I can make that happen. I need to tie up a few things. I’ll swing through around ten. I’ll call when I’m on my way.”

“Bye.” Nyla exhaled after she hung up the phone.

Lisha looked at her and shook her head in disbelief. “So you going all out now, huh? You gettin’ ready to give up the goodies and everything. I’m in shock. I know Mr. Forever is turning over in his grave.”

“Bitch, turning over in his grave? He ain’t dead.”

“You killed his spirit. Trust me, the nigga is dead.”

“Lisha, stop it please. You are beginning to scare me.”

“All right, all right. I’ma stop making you feel guilty.”

“I need you to help me plan something nice. I haven’t done this in a very long time.”

“Oh my God! You’re gonna fuck him in Forever’s bed?”

“Bitch, this is my bed; it’s been my bed for the last six years.”

Lisha twisted her mouth up. She honestly didn’t know how to deal with her sister on this level. She had always admired and respected her trueness and dedication to Forever throughout his bid.

“Sis, bear with me here. I gots to get used to seeing you like this,” Lisha explained.

“Trick, are you gonna help me or what? Shit, I’m nervous and this shit is new to me as well. But hey, this is the choice that I’ve decided to make. And I’m feelin’ this nigga. And I’m going for it, with or without your approval.”

Lisha ran her hands over her face. “Okay.” She looked her sister over. “Let’s do it.”

They spent the next few hours selecting the music, fixing dinner and getting the candles, bubble bath and bedroom nice and sexy. They saved her selection of negligees for last.

Nyla had just released the drain in the tub when the phone rang. She snatched a towel off the rack and shot out of the bathroom. She slapped the speaker button. “Hello.”

“Yo, it’s me. I’m pullin’ in your driveway.”

“What?” She glanced at the clock. “It’s only nine-thirty. You’re early.”

Peanut found that funny. “What, you want me to go and ride around for a half hour and come back?” He chuckled. “Girl, open the door.” She heard the engine turn off. And he hung up.

She ran and peeked out of the window. There he was walking up the driveway, carrying a shopping bag and some roses.

Ding, dong.

She took a deep breath, tied the towel firmly across her chest and went to open the door.

“I thought you—” Peanut smirked.

“Mmm-hmm, you thought wrong. I just got out of the tub. That’s why I said you were early.”

Peanut gave her a sly grin. “That’s cool. Where’s your daughter? I brought her something, and these are for you.” He handed her the roses and the shopping bag.

“Tameerah is next door at my neighbor’s. Thank you for the roses.” She peeked inside the shopping bag and set it on the table. He followed her into the kitchen, and was right on her heels. She inhaled his cologne as she pulled out the bottles of Alizé, Patrón, and Grey Goose vodka.

“All righty then!” He smiled at the sight of the Goose. And not one to be outdone, he dug into the shopping bag and pulled out a big box of chocolates, a medium-sized teddy bear for Nyla, and small box of chocolates and a miniature teddy bear for Tameerah.

“Aww.” She sighed. “How cute. Here, make yourself comfortable and useful. Put these on ice while I rewind and get ready for our night. You threw it off, Peanut.”

“You already look ready for the kind of night I got in mind.” He leaned over and kissed her lips, wasting no time. She greedily sucked on his tongue, which tasted like an Altoid. She felt his hand ease to her waist and glide around to her ass. He pulled her close enough to feel his hard-on and she let out a sexy sigh.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Mmm-hmm,” she purred not turning his lips or tongue loose.

He eased his hand between her thighs. “I bet you are nice and tight.” He slid a finger up inside her, and yes, it was tight, and caused his erection to grow harder. “Your lips . . .” he mumbled, “are so soft . . . so sweet.” He ran two fingers over her clit and felt her fingers dig into his back. “I bet these lips are soft and sweet as well.”

“Ooooh,” she purred.

He kept playing with her clit as his lips slid over to her ear. “When was the last time you had some dick? When is the last time you been fucked in a bed? You deserve this, Nyla, don’t you?” He stuck two fingers inside her warmth. “Don’t hold back, baby,” he whispered as he continued to put her at ease. “This is your night. You wanted this . . . hell, you needed this and Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you.” He felt a tremor run through her as she began grinding on his fingers. He loosened the towel and it fell to the floor. His hand moved across her cheek, down her chin to her shoulder and then his hot mouth went to her breast.

“Peanut,” she gritted, “oh . . .”

He swooped her up and she fell into his embrace and melted.

“Where is the bedroom?”

“Just go,” the words softly escaped her throat. She was ready to fuck.

He carried her up the stairs and went right to her bedroom. She pushed the door open and he laid her down on the bed. She immediately sat up and began unbuckling his pants as he took off his jacket and T-shirt.

She lay back and grabbed the Magnum from under her pillow as he continued to get naked. She opened it with her teeth, not taking her eyes off his big, thick-ass johnson.

He saw her eyes stretch and smirked. “You knew it was big but not this big, right?”

“Don’t talk shit until you show me that you can work it,” she teased as she rolled the condom on. She was on her knees at the edge of the bed.

He leaned forward to kiss her again, hands framing her face. Her mouth opened for him as she hungrily devoured him while her fingers slid up and down his massive thighs and over his strong, firm ass. She was on fire and soaking wet as she broke the kiss and lay on her back and spread her legs sexily.

Peanut licked his lips as he crawled in between her pretty brown thighs.

“No,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me right now.”

He kissed her belly button and ran his tongue around it. “Peanut . . . please. Fuck m-me.”

She felt his hot breath on her stomach as his mouth found her breasts and sucked them both, his teeth nibbling and tugging on her nipples. He felt her feet glide up and down his thighs as she raised her ass. He grabbed her hips as her small hand wrapped around his dick and put it to her opening.

Peanut thrust hard as if he was going to ram all ten inches in but instead only gave her a measly inch. “Oh, Gooood,” she groaned. Her slick cream oozed from her sweltering pussy as she tried to get more of his dick. “Pea—”

He put another inch in and her hips started grinding, around and around. “Ssssss, ooooh yeah.” She was getting her fuck on with just two inches. He gave her another one and she started grinding faster. She grabbed his ass cheeks and tried to pull him all the way into her but he once again gave her only an inch at a time. “Give it to me,” she begged, “I need this.”

She shrieked when she felt all of him as he held it in deep.

“You want me to fuck you? Fuck this tight pussy?” She nodded her head yes. “Like this?” He began a stroking, pounding rhythm. In and out, in, out. “Like this?”

“Y-yess.” She was writhing underneath him, lifting her hips, trying to make sure she was getting all ten inches.

“Oh, baby. I knew this pussy was going to be tight and good,” he whispered in her ear, not skipping a stroke. He was digging around in her thick hot juicy pussy, which was now contracting around his dick.
Fuck
.

Her pussy muscles clamped down on his dick as she screamed, “I’m cumming,” causing him to drive faster and deeper, feeling as if he were losing his mind. The pussy was so hot, tight, juicy and good. He soon lost control, his body stiffening, and he began shooting full force into the Magnum.

“Oh shit,” she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I gotta have more. I gotta have more.” She trembled beneath him.

Peanut’s face was buried into the pillow. “Give me a minute.” He was trying to catch his breath.

She pushed him over and pulled the condom off and got into position for a sixty-nine.

Ding, dong. Ding, dong.

“What?” Nyla asked in disbelief.

“Who are you expectin’?” Peanut was still out of breath.

“Nobody.” She got up and snatched her robe and put it on. “I’ll be right back.”

Peanut eased up and reached for his jacket. He put his gat on the bed, threw on his boxers and went to the top of the stairs.

“Who is it?” Nyla hollered.

“It’s me. Diane.”

Nyla unlocked the door and Diane was standing there with Tameerah. “Nyla, girl, I gotta get Tracey to the ER. She broke out into what looks to be hives. Her tongue is swollen. I don’t know what the hell is going on. I’m sorry, girl. I’ll call you when I get back.”

“It’s okay. I hope she’ll be okay.”

“Me too. I gotta run.”

“Mommy, I’m hungry. Can I eat a TV dinner and watch TV in your room? And can I sleep with you tonight?” Tameerah ran past Nyla, heading straight for her mother’s bedroom.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Z
eke stood outside Lieutenant Scott’s door waiting to go in. He had been in the hole for almost two weeks, all burned up and shit with hardly any medical attention. Forever had gotten his ass real good with the iron. But Zeke had known that at some point there would be confrontation and was glad to get it over. He just didn’t think he would be the one to initiate it. Zeke knew that all good things must eventually come to an end. Shit, he wasn’t stupid. Forever was family, so niggas were already yappin’ about he was going against tha grain in gettin’ that money. Yeah, blood is thicker than water, but if ya gonna stay in the race you need water to survive. So Zeke took advantage of business while the gettin’ was good. Fuck the iron burns, they would heal up. He was still the man and still on top. Zeke had heard Forever was in for a transfer so he wasn’t gonna trip about bumpin’ heads with him again on a combat level.

Zeke was running all of this through his mind while spittin’ the lyrics from Young Jeezy’s “I Luv It.” “I count hundreds on the table, twenties on the floor, fresh outta work,” but he switched the words at the end saying, “I’ma go to the lieutenant’s office and call my people for some more, and I luv it!” He had to laugh to himself as he dusted the dust off his shoulder and kept it movin’.

The door to Lieutenant Scott’s office opened up and Scott’s main flunky and partner in crime, Lieutenant Marion, stuck his head out.

“C’mon in, homey.” He waved Zeke in. Lieutenant Marion was six feet six inches and skinny as a rail. Zeke suspected that he was smoking but wasn’t positive. He was dark-skinned with big eyes and had an unmistakable gapped smile. Zeke followed him into the lieutenant’s office and was surprised to see that they didn’t have Forever in there. Lieutenant Scott knew that they were a team but Zeke knew that Scott always indicated that he would roll exclusively with Zeke and he was ready to wheel and deal. Lieutenant Scott would soon be working for him, if things went his way.

“Have a seat.” Lieutenant Scott pointed to the chair next to Lieutenant Marion. Lieutenant Scott was a short brown-skinned brother with wavy hair, light brown eyes and baby-smooth skin. The ladies and the punks loved him. “Man, you put me in a very compromising position.” He was leaning back in his chair, vigorously rolling a pen between his palms while staring at Zeke. Zeke glanced over at Lieutenant Marion. “You can talk in front of him,” Scott assured him.

“Compromising? Man, you run this shit, so stop playin’. Ain’t nothing compromising to you, so cut the bullshit and go ahead and say what’s on your mind.” Zeke leaned forward, anxious to hear what Scott was going to propose.

“I’ma leave the decision-making to you. Shit, I’ve come to the conclusion that we need each other. We all gots to eat. And now since this shit happened, more mouths are open, so you need to consider opening your pockets a little wider.”

“How wide you talkin’?”

“Sixty-forty.”

“Sixty-forty!” Zeke leaned back into his chair, not taking his eyes off Scott. He, Forever and Scott had all gone to school together. “Is this after profits or before?” Zeke smirked. “Nigga, you think I’ma ho-type nigga? I know y’all didn’t take this bullshit offer to Forever, did you?”

“Yeah, we did, but he got to talking crazy so now you’re sitting here.”

“Sixty-forty, Scott? You fuckin’ me with no Vaseline, nigga. I’m the one with the fuckin’ connect and I’m the one doing all the work. I see why Forever ain’t go for this bullshit. Y’all muhfuckas just got mad greedy.”

“Greedy?” Marion interjected but shut up when Scott held up his hand.

“Zeke, man, you may have hooked up the business and got the connect, but we taking the most risk.” He paused to let his words sink in. “You’re not looking at the big picture. Let’s say that we can do business and we get Forever out of here and any other competition off the compound . . . this will be all
yours
, baby boy.”

Zeke straightened up at that comment. Marion smirked and said, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Look.” Scott continued to pitch his spiel. “Sixty-forty sounds like a lot but you’ll still be making almost double what you and Forever was pullin’ in. You’ll have more clientele than you can handle. Nigga, you gettin’ ready to get paid up in this bitch. But I need to know because we gotta move fast before Forever makes his move. We ain’t the only muhfuckas in uniform up in here tryna eat, we just smarter and a little higher up on the food chain.”

“It’s a win-win situation, man.” Marion tried to appease Zeke.

“Let me make a phone call first,” Zeke requested. “But I need to know how much can y’all move?”

“I told you, double what you and Forever was doing. I’m serious, man. I gotta get on my grind. My girl left me a copy of the latest issue of
Robb Report
on my dresser. The shit they got up in there is sickening. Nothing that can be indulged in on a lieutenant’s salary. That’s fo’sho’. Just say you in and you know I got you, dude,” Scott said.

“I need to make that call now and y’all niggas need to step the fuck out,” Zeke ordered.

Scott sighed and looked over at Marion.

“Let him use that wall jack,” Marion suggested. “That would be better.”

“Hell naw, I want to use this desk phone right here. The same one y’all make your personal calls on.”

“So we got a deal?” Scott asked, with Marion hanging on to their every word.

“Let me make this call and I’ll let you know.”

“I can give you five minutes.” Scott and Marion stood up at the same time. Scott handed Zeke the phone, then he followed Marion out the door.

Shan stood in line, waiting patiently for her turn to go through the metal detector. She was here at the Federal Correctional Institution (FCI) in Milan, Michigan. This was the first day of orientation and she counted a total of eleven new jacks, including herself. She still had butterflies in her stomach and knew it was because she was far away from home, living with Briggen of all people and getting ready to start a new job at yet another prison. She had been up to her shoulders in shit at the last prison but was determined to do it right this go-round. And definitely no more Forevers. He was the biggest mistake of all.

It was finally her turn to go through the metal detector.

“Good morning, can I help you?” the brother asked flirtatiously, licking his lips while looking her in the eyes and flashing a million-dollar smile.

Oh God. Temptation everywhere I go. Maybe I need to work at an elementary school instead of a prison
.
Niggas galore.
“I’m here for orientation.”

“Well, I’m Officer Hooks.” He was looking at her as if she were a biscuit and he was ready to sop her up.

She couldn’t deny it. He was a cutie at around six feet two, two hundred thirty pounds, rich caramel complexion with a low fade. And a wonderful body.

“You don’t strike me as the officer type,” he mused.

“Actually, I’m in education. I’ll be teaching the computer classes.”

He grinned. “Okay, but you still don’t strike me as the prison type.”

Damn, what a smile that dud
e
has
. It reminded her of the last time she was going through a
F.E.D.S.
magazine and she read that article on Alpo, the snitch. Hooks was giving Alpo a run for his money with that smile.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Shan. Shan McKee.”

“Is that Miss or Mrs.?” He was looking for a ring.

“It’s Ms. McKee.”

“Well, Ms. McKee, I’m Rob Hooks and if you ever need anything, anything at all, just holla. This quarter I’m on first shift. Aiight?”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Good, we need a beautiful sista like you around here. You might be able to tame some of these wild-ass men in here. You know they always act calm and smooth around a pretty sista such as yourself.”

“Oh, you’re really piling it on, aren’t you? Anyways, what’s the first day of orientation like here? What can I expect?” she asked to change the subject.

He flashed that beautiful smile again. “A pretty lady that’s not afraid to change the direction of a conversation. I like that. You want to keep it business, right? I got you. All of y’all are going to get a physical and the rest depends on who’s scheduled to lead the orientation for the day. Let me warn you now. They’re not consistent around here. So just go with the flow.”

“I see, and thanks for your welcoming speech.” Shan grinned at him and went to catch up with the rest of the group.

“I told you, anytime.”

By 3:45 Shan was walking to her car like a zombie. After the physical examination the rest of the orientation was a total blur. When her physical examination revealed that she was pregnant she felt as if she had been slammed by a Mack truck.

“Why they tryna stick me for my paper?” Skye and his baby brother, Melky, spat along with the Notorious B.I.G. It was Saturday night and they were chillin’ in Melky’s Range Rover. It was handicapped-equipped and he was handlin’ the wheel. Skye was ridin’ shotgun, enjoying downtime with his little brother. The music went low as the car phone started ringing. Melky hit the speaker button. “Who dat?”

“It’s me, boy, whatchu up to?” the sultry voice asked. She had that country accent. Melky was lovin’ the country girls.

“Who is this?” Melky winked at Skye.

“Damn, you got that many bitches, nigga?” She smacked her lips and was very much offended.

“You know I got hoes for days,” he jokingly stated.

“Oh, so you got jokes now, huh? You sound like you in your truck. You by yo’self?”

“Look, what’s up? And I need to know who this is. And what can a nigga do you for?”

She smacked her lips again. “Nigga, you wasn’t askin’ who is this when you was eatin’ my pussy or after I had to damn near practically carry yo’ drunk ass in the house and up the stairs!” she snapped.

That piece of info jogged his memory. “Oh, my bad, Taylor, what’s up, boo?”

“You have that many bitches over that shit is just one big fucking blur, huh?”

“C’mon, Miss Lady, it’s not even like that.” He looked over at Skye, who appeared to be enjoying watching his brother, the crippled mack daddy, squirm. He recalled Melky talking about this chick Taylor and how bad she was. Just then he looked up and saw something.

“Yo, follow that Denali right there,” Skye ordered, the smirk leaving his face.

“Taylor, let me get with you later. You caught me in the middle of something.”

“Fall back a little, man.” Skye was now wishing that he were driving.

“I got this, nigga,” Melky assured him.

She heard Skye’s voice and freaked. “Oh my God! I thought you was by yo’self. Oh my God! I’m so embarrassed. You just put me out there like that?”

“Damn, all of these buttons, nigga, I thought you hung up on that bitch,” Skye said.

“Who you callin’ a bitch?” she snapped.

“Girl, I’ll holla back. That ain’t nobody but my brother.” Melky tried to smooth things over.

“What’s up, Taylor? Don’t act like that, Ma.” Skye wanted to make her feel even more embarrassed.
Click.
The dial tone was loud and clear.

Both of the brothers started laughing.

“Who is the mark?” Melky was getting excited. It had been a while since he had some action. Melky automatically reached under the seat and placed his burner on his lap.

“Chill out, baby bruh. It ain’t that kinda party.” The Denali pulled into an Applebee’s on Union as Melky rode into the Chili’s next door to it and turned around.

“You want me to pull into the Applebee’s?”

“Yeah.”

“Good lookin’, bruh. I thought we was going to get our party on, not do some work. This is like old times.” Melky was hyped, still not learning from the incident that put him in the wheelchair.

Skye pulled out a spliff and passed it to his brother. “The plan was to just kick it. But this cat is wanted by a couple of peoples and I need to have first dibs.”

“Who is he?”

“This cat named Peanut.” Melky swiftly pulled into the Applebee’s lot. He parked and shut the engine off.

“Well what the fuck is he doing? Counting his money?”

“He probably blazin’ up just like we about to do,” Skye stated.

“Nah, nigga. He got a shorty in there he all up on, where your glasses, yo?” Melky teased.

“Nigga, I don’t need glasses. I was mainly keeping an eye on the truck. Fuck the shorty. I’m after the nigga.”

“Here they go now.”

Melky sparked up the spliff as they watched Peanut get out and then go around to the passenger’s side, where he opened the door. Out stepped Nyla.

“Aww hell nah. Hell to the muthafuckin’ nah. Ain’t this some shit!” Skye was beside himself.

“Nigga, what the fuck is yo’ problem? You trippin’ real hard.” Melky took another pull on the spliff.

“Forever, man. That’s Forever’s wife. This shit is real ugly, yo.”

Melky looked at the happy couple as they disappeared into the restaurant. “Ugly? This shit is downright grimey. Same ole story. Peanut done came up off Forever’s package and now he came up off of wifey too. Umph umph umph. That’s some fucked-up shit dude. Ever gonna flip the fuck out. So what’s next? What we gonna do?”