Girls from da Hood 11 (7 page)

Moving snail like, he eased his arm from up under Lenore's head and literally fell out of the bed and onto the floor, careful not to wake her. In five minutes flat, he was dressed. He didn't feel right laying up or around doing nothing, while his cousin's killer was still roaming and running around in the town. But on the other hand, he was tired. He tried to fight it, but his eyes began to feel heavy. He knew his body needed to recuperate. He'd been up for seventy-two hours now.
A couple hours of sleep won't hurt
, he thought as he drifted off to the sounds of Meek Mill.

The sunrise peeked through the blinds, resting on Mike B's face. He got up and went to freshen up and shower with Lenore right behind him. Twenty minutes later, he was showered and dressed. Lenore was in the kitchen setting the table and getting her cook on. The food smelled delicious and before Mike B knew it, he was at the table with the same look the puppies had in anticipation of eating.

“Why you looking like that?” Lenore asked with a smile on her face.

“Because a brother hungry.” Mike B rubbed his belly.

“Who you rushing?” Lenore was pouring coffee and juice and also serving the food. “Don't think about touching that food until I'm at the table with you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Mike B said as Lenore put other last pan in the sink. “Come here. You're not going to torture me!” He pulled Lenore to his lap, as she giggled with little resistance.

“What you going to eat, me?” Lenore asked, kissing Mike B.

“Don't tempt me. You look just as delicious as this food.”

Lenore casually strolled over to her chair, teasing Mike B by taking her time. As soon as she sat down, he started digging at the food like he was in a race.

“Slow down, negro. It ain't goin' nowhere.” Lenore slyly remarked.

Coming up for air, Mike B peered up at her and smiled. “My bad, babe, but I gotta go. I told Jeff.”

“I know.” Lenore nodded and grimaced.

Mike B scarfed down the remainder of his food and stood. He walked over to Lenore.

“This shit will all be over soon enough,” he expressed. “I can't let these jokers think they can violate out here in these streets, especially me and my squad, and think ain't nothing gonna happen,” Mike B explained.

“I know, I get it,” she solemnly replied.

“I know you do, babe. That's why I fucks with you.” Mike B threw his arms around Lenore. “You my rider. I love you.” He kissed her on the side of her face.

Lenore flashed a half of smile and puckered her lips. “I love you too.”

“Did you see that shit on the news?” Denise asked as she focused on folding her Victoria's Secret thongs and placing them in the top dresser draw of her dresser.

“Yeah, I saw it,” Lenore confirmed.

“Jeff came home looking all spaced the hell out and hyped. I tried to ask him what happened, but he didn't want to talk about it. He just kept pacing back and forth saying, fuck them bean eatin' muthafuckas. I think he was high,” Denise admitted.

“Yeah, Mike B just came in took a shower and went to sleep. I knew something happened, just didn't know what. This morning, he told me he had to get rid of the Range. I didn't even ask why, but I figured something happened.” Lenore rebutted. “But, you think Jeff was high?”

“Come on now, you know I been around him and it enough to know when somebody fucking around,” Denise reminded her. “Plus, lately this muthafucka be going for hours, when on his best, fifteen minutes and he's out like the bedroom lights,” she chuckled. “At first I thought he was fuckin' with some other bitches, but it's definitely the drugs. Nigga be fucking the shit outta me with the dope dick.”

“Girl, you shot out.” Lenore joined her in a light chuckle.

“Well, outside of weed, I know Mike B not messing around like that. And like I told you time and time again, he a beast in the bed. Even last night, he did some fly romantic shit and we got it in for hours,” Lenore bragged.

“Okay, bitch, you don't have throw it up in my face, unless you sharing. You already know I share.” Denise laughed again, but was serious at the same time.

“Anyway, moving right along.” Lenore side stepped and ignored her comment. “So, shit really started hitting the fan.” She switched subjects, referring to what they believed to be Mike B and Jeff's handiwork on the news.

“Yup, I guess so. A few weeks from now, this shit will have come to a head. And when it does, we're not gonna be nowhere near it.”

“I'm with you on that, girl,” Lenore agreed.

“Yeah, but on another note, Jeff told me he came up with something. Said he'd fill me in on it later. I'll let you know when he lets me know,” Denise added.

“Okay,” was all Lenore answered. But in her mind, she had so much more she wanted to say.

The vibration of her phone caused Lenore to look at her screen. When she removed it from her ear, she instantly recognized the unsaved number.

“Hey, I gotta take this call, but I'll either see you or talk to you later.”

“Okay, bitch, you better.”

“Bitch, bye.”

Lenore laughed and clicked over.

Denise knew that Jeff had been busy and why, but she had a serious problem with not being able to hide her feelings. A bit of a brat at times, she was stubborn and wanted what she wanted, when she wanted it. The frustration of not being able to have him around when she wanted him was really starting to get on her nerves. Although he had constantly reminded her of the bigger picture, still she didn't like how things were going lately. She blamed it on a lack of satisfaction. Jeff was handling his business in the streets but not in their bedroom, since he and Mike B had gone on a rampage. She smashed the speakerphone button to hang up, turned around with a visible attitude plastered on her face. She stomped over to the island picking up the bottle of water, took a drink, and then headed up the back stairs. She went down a long hallway lined with art, then through French doors and into her bedroom.

Their master bedroom was huge, at least 1,000 square feet, mostly decorated in white, much like the suite she and Jeff stayed in at the Caesar's Palace out in Las Vegas, which was Denise's favorite getaway spot being as though she was a West Coast chick. There was a flat screen above the fireplace that was double sided so it could be watched while in the bathroom as well. She grabbed the remote control and turned on the fireplace and the music. Denise entered the bathroom and started running water for a bath.

“I need to take a bath to calm myself down,” she said to herself.

The marble tub was oversized and could easily seat four. There were beautiful bottles of bath extras all around the tub along with candles, white towels and washcloths, and a flat screen TV on the wall, above the tub. From the ceiling hung a Swarovski crystal chandelier, which looked like a smaller version of the one hanging in the entryway.

Denise reached across the tub for a crystal bottle marked Jasmine and poured two capfuls into the bath water, then grabbed a washcloth and threw it into the running water. While the bath was running, she entered an oversized, walk-in closet where everything was categorized by color and season. One wall from top to bottom was nothing but shoes. This closet looked like it came straight out of
MTV Cribs
, just as the house did.

Forgetting the fact that she was running a bath, she rushed back into the bathroom just in time to turn off the water. She undressed and climbed into her perfect bath.

“Oooooooooohhhh,” Denise moaned as she entered the water.

She laid back and closed her eyes. There was no better feeling to her than lying in the hot tub with the music on. She remembered as a child, watching old movies and seeing beautiful women of all shapes, sizes, and colors in their luxurious bathtubs. She would tell herself repeatedly that one day, that would be her. Looking at what the characters on television had was one of the only reason Denise watched movies, other than wanting to be an actress herself. Each show or movie that she watched gave her the inspiration that she needed to imagine achieving the lifestyle she dreamed of living. School was not her thing, so she needed to choose a career that did not require a degree. Now, she was so thankful that she accomplished everything she always said she would, including what she had been dreaming about since she was fifteen years old.

Denise was in her place of meditation; the warm bath was caressing her body in all the right places. Suddenly, she felt cold water hit her breasts. She shot straight up and opened her eyes. It was Jeff, standing over her laughing.

But Denise was not laughing. “Are you stupid?” she screamed at him. “Do you think that's funny?” Jeff put his head and his cup down.

“Bae, I'm sorry, I was just playing.”

“You need to think of a better thing to do next time. Playing was fun, and that was not fun or funny to me.” Denise grabbed her towel and got out of the bathtub. She walked into the glass shower screaming. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had somewhere to be. Aren't you working again today?” she asked sarcastically.

Jeff shook his head and smirked. “Yeah, I'm working today. But I'm taking my lunch break early.” A grin appeared across his face.

He stepped into the shower and moved in close to Denise. She stood on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around his neck. He pulled her in tighter. Her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples hardened as she began kissing him passionately.

The shower was oversized with two shower heads. There was more than enough room for the both of them. The showerhead behind Jeff was spraying water all over him causing his dark skin to glisten. Denise was trying her best to avoid the spray, not wanting to get her hair wet.

Even though Jeff pissed her off at times, that was part of what she liked about him. She never knew what to expect. She could feel his long hard rod pressing up against her pelvic bone while they kissed. The longer his length grew, the more her secretions ran between her inner thighs. She felt butterflies in her stomach from the anticipation.

Before she knew it, he was lifting her up and guiding himself inside of her. The penetration of his length made Denise gasp for air, arch her back, and lean her head back just a little too far. The second shower head installed directly behind her rained down on the freshly pressed hair she was trying so hard to save. Denise let out a sigh when the water ran down her face realizing that her hair had to have gotten wet. But she didn't care anymore. Jeff had her moaning loud, as if this sex was fifty times better than the bath, she was just taking. It had been a while since he had sexed her with such authority and conviction.
He gotta be high,
she thought. But at that moment she didn't care. He left no inch of her body untouched; always starting with her ear then working his way to the nape of her neck, and then onto her Hershey's Kiss shaped nipples. Jeff knew her nipples were her erogenous zones so he paid extra special attention to them. From the time they first began having sex, she always had multiple orgasms and then it fizzled out. But whenever he was high, he sexed her like he used to. Subconsciously, she told herself the reason she probably stayed with him was that she loved the feeling and got off watching the fluid explode from her body. Jeff wasn't the best lover she had ever had, but when he was on, his lovemaking session was on point.

After Denise had reached her third explosion, Jeff let her down, spun her around, spread her ass cheeks, and began to thrust himself deeply into her, with long rough strokes. Denise was holding onto the shower wall trying to run from him but to no avail. Jeff was in a zone now and nothing could break his focus. His mouth was open, his moans were hard and his pumps were rabbit like as he gripped Denise's petite waist. Denise could feel his legs shaking and the pattern change in his strokes she knew he had hit his peak. Jeff began to kiss up and down her back as he caressed her outer thighs. Denise held on to the shower walls as she tried to match his rhythm. When she felt his juices spraying her inner walls and him collapse onto her back a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. Jeff noticed her movement and looked up at her. They both broke out into laughter from the intense sex scene. He glanced over at the digital clock.

“Just in time. Mike B should be here any minute.”

Denise rolled her eyes.

“Come on baby, don't start. I just gave you a stress reliever.” He joked but was serious.

“Whatever,” she dismissed him with the wave of a hand.

“No, it's not whatever,” Jeff corrected. The irritation could be heard in his tone. “We've gone over this already,” he reminded her. “You know what I'm trying do. And this is the only way it can be done. Once I let Mike B know I got info on the nigga responsible for Twan's murder, this shit is gonna come to an end.”

Denise shook her head in agreement.

The sound of the ringing doorbell caught both of their attention.

Jeff leaned over and kissed her. “Trust me, I got this.” he flashed her all thirty-two of his God given teeth.

“Make it happen baby,” she smiled.

Jeff returned her smile and made his way into the living room.

“Who is it?” he called out of force of habit.

He already knew who it was, which is why he was already making his way to the door.

“It's me.”

“What's good, my boy?” Jeff met Mike B with a hug.

Mike B immediately caught the stern facial expression Jeff bore.

“What it do, my nigga?” Mike B returned the hug.

Jeff stepped to the side and let his partner enter. He waited for Mike B to make his way to the couch before he went into why they needed to meet this morning.

Mike B watched as Jeff plopped down in his recliner. He could tell his friend was itching to say something. He knew him like a book. Rather than ask, he waited until Jeff decided to tell him.

Jeff began nodding, he clapped his hands together.

“I know who the bitch-ass nigga was that violated, bruh,” Jeff spat abruptly.

Mike B eyes widened as if he had just seen a ghost. “Who?”

He badly wanted to know. His adrenaline had gone from zero to one hundred in a matter of a millisecond. He could feel his jaws tightening as he waited for Jeff to announce the name of the person he would soon be responsible for putting in the dirt.

“First, let me tell you how I found out it was this nigga,” Jeff stated.

Mike B nodded, although he felt the name was more important than how he came across it.

“So check, Denise and Lenore were out at Hugo's at Karaoke last Tuesday.”

The mentioning of his girlfriend caused Mike B to raise an eyebrow. At that moment, he became more interested in the story than the name. He was eager to know how his girl's name was tied in to the person responsible for killing Twan.

Jeff could see the puzzled look on Mike B's face.

“Relax, nigga. Baby girl ain't got nothing to do with this shit.” He let out a light chuckle. “But they're the ones who found out who was behind it.”

Mike B was more confused than ever. “Bruh, stop beating around the bush and talkin' in riddles. What's good?” Mike B was not in the mood for charades.

Jeff shook his head. “You right, my bad big bruh. Bottom line is this, some li'l chick from the east end that get her hair done where Denise and Lenore go was up in Hugo's. According to them, this chick comes over to where they sittin' with their bottle and invites herself to a seat. You know Denise, she ready to pop off on the li'l chick. But the bitch start complimenting the both of them on how pretty they are, so on and so forth and says it's her birthday. They offer her a drink, one turns into two and the next thing you know, she copping another bottle. Denise said she peeps the broads clutch and she was loaded, so she wound up asking her what she did for a living. This bitch start running her mouth. Talking about, she doesn't do shit but stay fly and fuck with niggas that can appreciate her fly. She said she just start going in, bringing up the last nigga that she used to be fucking with on the low in the city, until he started beating her ass. Denise said, then out of the blue, she started pillow talkin' about what a muthafucka supposed to been bragging about over the phone to somebody. Apparently, he was poppin' off at the gums about a young boy he had to lay down from Third last week.”

Mike B listened attentively. He had already begun to start following Jeff's point.

“We been in these streets, my nigga. The only young nigga from Third that got pushed is Twan.”

Mike B grimaced as he nodded and rocked on the couch. He had been siting erect the whole time Jeff was telling the story.

“So, who's the nigga?” Mike B asked for a second time.

Jeff stared at him for a moment. Then out of nowhere, a snarl appeared across his face.

“My archenemy.”