Street Chronicles Girls in the Game (23 page)

Teesa watched from inside the Chanel store as Delilah walked to the storefront and checked her watch. A group of guys walked by and stared at Delilah.

She is not that cute,
Teesa thought.
Why do guys always be trip-pin over her? She's fat and has no style and shit. If it wasn't for her husband, she would be a hot mess.

Teesa continued to survey Delilah as her friend patiently waited outside of the store for her. She observed her in her size-ten pants and shook her head as she silently confessed,
She is thick in the right places, but she's still fat.

Delilah was five feet, five inches tall and had bright brown eyes. Her hair was her most stunning feature. It was long and healthy to the ends. It was naturally light brown, extremely thick like a good wig, and cut evenly down her back. Delilah smiled and spoke very few words to the guys as they walked by. Her smile revealed chiseled cheekbones and a deep cleft in her chin. She swung her long hair around to the side as she looked for Teesa.

Teesa finally peeked her head out of the store and said, “Hey, Delilah. I'm inside. I didn't even realize you were standing out there.” Teesa lifted her hand to display the helmet she had hanging off of her wrist by the strap as she spoke. “I drove my bike, so I got here a little faster than I expected. Tell me what you think about this bag I'm getting ready to buy,” Teesa said, holding up the purse she had in her other hand.

“Hey, Teesa!” Delilah said in an excited tone. Delilah looked
her over as she joined her inside the store. “I love your denim suit. Who is that by? Citizen jeans?”

Teesa nodded.

“That bag is hot to death. Guy came home with the bigger version of that messenger bag about a month ago. But where am I going? I don't have anywhere to wear it. Let me show you the watch and wristband he got me to go with the bag,” she said as she pulled her over to a display case.

Why this bitch always got to be showing off?
Teesa thought.
Every time that nigga comes back from out of town he always has to bring something for her, something she can't wait to brag about.

“Teesa,” Delilah whispered, “you don't have to buy that bag. You know you can borrow mine whenever you want.”

“You know Guy ain't going for that. Besides, Trey just hit me off with some cash, so I'm good,” Teesa said as she walked away from Delilah and went to pay for the bag. She dropped her helmet inside the shopping bag that contained her new purse, and the pair walked out of the store and into the mall.

“Teesa, I need your advice on something,” Delilah said, and paused for a second. “Guy is going out to the strip club with his boys tonight. Do you think I should let him go?”

Teesa rolled her eyes, but her body tingled with elation. “Why wouldn't you?”

“I don't want my man out there with all of those tight-body hos.”

“Girl, please. You don't have anything to worry about. At least he told you and he ain't out there sneakin’ around with his dick in the dirt. Aside from business, he hardly ever goes anywhere without you by his side.”

“I know, but—”

“But nothing!” Teesa said, cutting her off. “He's a good man, Lilac. Don't be so petty.”

Delilah inhaled deeply. “What would I do without your ass? You always give me such solemn advice,” she said. “Is there a particular store you want to stop in?”

“Not really. Bobby bought me some credits from Gucci, so I want to go check out what they have. Aside from that, I am your personal shopper.”

“After we pick out my wardrobe for next week, I will treat us to something to eat.”

The pair walked around Short Hills Mall, laughing and shopping for hours. After a meal in an Italian restaurant, they walked past Tiffany, ready to exit the mall. As Teesa retrieved her helmet out of the bag, a man tugged on it from behind. She turned around and was taken by surprise when she recognized him.

“Frank, how have you been? I haven't seen you in a minute,” Teesa said.

“I know,” Frank replied, looking Teesa up and down. “You're still lookin’ good.” He looked at her designer shopping bags and diamond Rolex. “And you're still fly. Are you married yet?”

“Nah, Frank. I'm still waiting for you—that is, if you didn't marry the other girlfriend you had,” she said sarcastically.

“Nah, she just wasn't you.” Frank smiled, then looked toward a guy standing next to him. “Teesa, this is my cousin Will. Will, this is my ex-girlfriend Teesa.”

“Nice to meet you, Teesa. Who is your beautiful friend?” Will said, looking over at Delilah.

“This is my best friend, Delilah,” Teesa said.

Delilah blushed and extended her ring hand. “Pleased to meet you,” she said.

“You riding motorcycles now?” Frank asked Teesa.

“Yeah. Call me and I'll take you for a ride,” Teesa replied.

“Saturday cool? Your number's still the same?”

“Saturday as in tomorrow?” Teesa asked.

“Yep.”

“Fine with me.”

“I'll call you tomorrow afternoon to confirm,” Frank said as he nudged Will to keep it movin'.

“Yeah, you do that,” Teesa said as she and Delilah exited the mall.

Frank and Will stared at the two women's behinds as they headed out of the mall.

“Frank, who was that?” Will asked him. “She's a hottie, and her friend, Delilah, is a dime. Too bad she's married.”

“I used to fuck with her when I first started playing for the Yankees,” Frank said. “A couple of months after I started messing with her my house got robbed, and I flipped on her and everyone else I was fuckin’ with. But it turns out that it wasn't Teesa. They caught some young kids who confessed to robbing my house and a couple of others in my development.”

“Weren't you engaged when you—”

“Yeah. You see Teesa made it a point to mention that. I'm going to hang out with her tomorrow, though. I don't know, maybe we could rekindle our old flame. And if nothing else, she gives excellent head.”

They laughed, gave each other a pound, and continued through the mall.

N
ow listen to me,” Teesa said to Delilah as they exited the mall. “Don't give Guy any lip about going to the club. I'll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Delilah said. “Smooches, girl. Thanks a bunch.” Delilah walked off toward her car and Teesa toward her bike. Teesa cringed as she climbed on.

I can't stand that “smooches” shit. Delilah is so fuckin corny,
she thought.

Teesa squeezed two pairs of shoes under her seat and strapped her Chanel purchase down to the empty seat behind her. She worked her head into her helmet and glanced at her watch before she pulled down the shield.

I better make it to Bobbys before Trey becomes suspicious,
Teesa thought.
It's already six o'clock, I don't want to get back there too late.

She clutched her throttle and revved the bike's engine three times before she sped to Brooklyn. She reached the Park Slope section of Brooklyn in forty-five minutes, and parked her bike right in front of Bobby's exclusive apartment building. She untied her purchase from the backseat of her bike and headed to the door. Teesa placed her key into Bobby's apartment door and opened it, just to have it slammed in her face. She shook her head and exhaled.

“Damn, Bobby,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. “I know you don't have that young bitch in there again.”

“Nah, Teesa. It ain't like that,” he said, sounding exasperated. “I just don't have no clothes on.”

Teesa could hear a woman arguing with Bobby behind the door.

“Whatever, Bobby. I got that money you needed, and I hope you ain't spendin’ it on that trick,” Teesa said.

Bobby came out of the door with a towel wrapped around his waist and a marijuana-filled blunt hanging between his soft lips. He gently shut the door behind him and stood in front of it.

Tessa looked at his sorry gorgeous ass and, as always, threw her game face on. It was hard and careless, when really she was hurting and cared too much. She went into her pocket and handed him five thousand dollars. As he counted it, the door swung open
and he fell backward, colliding with a young woman. Several hundred-dollar bills fell out of his hands as he tried to break his fall.

Teesa stared at the young woman and, to her dismay, saw that she was a different female from the one she'd caught Bobby with a few weeks before. She laughed at Bobby as he tumbled to the ground. The girl couldn't be a day over seventeen, and not only was she young, but she was bold as well. She wore one of Bobby's Oh So Brooklyn Records T-shirts that barely covered her ass.

The young bare-bottomed girl looked down at Bobby and yelled, “Who the fuck is this bitch? And why does she have a key to your apartment?”

Teesa walked over and stared into the young girl's face, stepping on Bobby's hand as he tried to get up. All of a sudden she raised her hand and smacked the girl dead across the cheek with every ounce of strength she had.

For a moment the girl was in shock, but then she raised her hands as if she was going to go after Teesa. Teesa grabbed the girl by her throat and rammed her body into the wall. The girl clawed at her own neck, trying to pry Teesa's fingers from around her throat. Teesa kneed her bare vagina and yelled, “I'm that sorry muthafucka's girl, and I pay the note on that Mercedes he picked you up in, ‘cause it's mine! And no, he can't get you no fuckin’ record deal because he's over his budget, so you might as well stop fuckin’ him.”

Bobby quickly got up and pulled the young girl from Teesa's clutches. As he restrained the kicking and screaming girl by her waist, his towel dropped to the floor. His dick was still hard, and Teesa was glad to see that a blue condom clung around it.

“Let her go, Bobby, so I can beat both of your asses!” Teesa yelled right before she backhanded the young girl and then smacked Bobby on the top of the head. Teesa knelt down and
started to scoop up the money she had just given him. Neighbors were beginning to open the door to be nosy, so Teesa picked up her pace.

Bobby scooped the girl's hair to the side and whispered into her ear, “She's my ex-girlfriend. Please let me get rid of her. She is just jealous and refuses to let go. Please, baby, give me five min-utes.

The bawling girl gave in to Bobby's request. “Five minutes, Bobby, or I am out of here,” the young girl wailed. The crying teen went into his apartment, slamming the door behind her, and leaned against it. She cried harder, squeezing her legs tightly together, rubbing her burning cheek and gently stroking her throbbing neck in an effort to alleviate her pain.

On the other side of the door Bobby looked at his neighbors, clutched his penis in one hand, and stuck his middle finger in the air with the other.

“I'll give you a choice—mind your fuckin’ business or suck my fuckin’ dick,” he said to the nosy neighbors. Embarrassed, most of the neighbors went inside, but others kept their doors cracked, trying to get a glimpse of what was to happen next.

“Teesa, I'm sorry, baby, but it is what it is. It's not like you're not out there doing your thing. You know where my heart rests, mama. Now don't do no stupid shit. Give me the fuckin’ money,” he said as he rewrapped the towel around his body.

Too angry to argue, Teesa threw the money at him and turned away. He counted it quickly and raced behind her.

“There's only five Gs here. I told you I needed ten thousand at least,” Bobby said as he looked down at the shopping bag she clutched in her hand and grimaced. “Chanel!” Bobby erupted. His booming voice clogged her eardrums, but she was able to keep her fear at bay and her game face tight as she braced herself for the blow she knew was about to come. She clutched her helmet
tightly, ready to counter his blow, but to her surprise, a calm voice and a gentle hand on the wrist that held the bag were all he dealt her.

Bobby inhaled deeply before he spoke. “How much did you spend? Four, five grand on a fuckin’ bag, when you know I need cash? You really don't give a fuck about me, do you? How much money have I spent on you over the years on that type of shit? Hermes, more Chanel, Prada. I even took your hood-rat ass to Harrods. Have any of your ballplaying or hustlin'-ass mobster boyfriends done that for you? You would have been on the bottom of the Hudson River sporting a fuckin’ pair of cinder-block stilettos with a matching cement clutch if it wasn't for me.”

Guilt boomed on her face, and a feeling of triumph overtook his body. He knew he had her. They just stood and stared at each other. Bobby had done a lot for Teesa since they had been together, but the past six months had been hell.

“Take the bag back and bring me the four grand that you spent on it tomorrow,” Bobby demanded.

“Bobby, I can't do this anymore,” Teesa said as her game face became more difficult to keep up. “What if I told you I had another house for you to rob and that you could get more paper out of the deal than when I set up Frank? I could guarantee you at least one hundred grand, and then we could call it even. Bobby, I am too tired and too old for this relationship.”

“You are worth a lot more to me than a hundred grand, Teesa,” Bobby said as he pinned her against the wall and gave her a hard and passionate kiss. Her vagina ached for him upon his touch, but when he led her hand between his legs and she stroked his sticky, condom-covered dick, the reality of her present situation forced her to shove him off her.

“What if I promise you a threesome? The one you've always wanted?” Teesa asked.

Bobby stared at her with his eyes open wide. This was the only reason he had stepped to Teesa in the beginning—so he could get closer to Delilah. He tightened his towel and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

“I'm listening,” Bobby said.

“Bobby, all I want out of the hundred thousand is thirty grand. You can keep the rest, but we're even after this. I love you, but I can't be with you.”

She stared at him as he looked at her wildly. His short and thick curly hair was disheveled from his sexual exploits. His dark caramel skin was gleaming, especially around his chiseled forearms and his tight six-pack. When he finally smiled, his thick, dark eyebrows rose, and his beautiful teeth should have sparkled, they were so white.