Score: The Catch

Chapter Three

"Come on! You got it, keep running. We still got weight training today," Chris pushed me, but 11 months of training went by and I'm still seeing little results. So, i'm thinking that today will be my last day. No, I'm not quitting. I just need time. I need to find something else to get me paid in the meantime. That something that's getting me paid is something I never thought I would do. Making money the wrong way. I just hope them people don't come my way. My nigga Carlos that I knew from high school put me on. He fronted me a couple bricks. All I had to do was make a call and I was working.

I walked up to Chris and told him that I was done with training and I had got another job to focus on.

He said, "Look, I get that you need some money and shit, but nigga I hope you ain't gone stop training. The reason I don't want you to stop training. If you need me to pull up on a nigga, I got you, I'm there. Oh, did I tell you that I had this job waiting on me in New York, I don't even know if I'm still with this football shit. I been playing all my life. It be like, you get tired of doing the same thing for awhile, i'm just doing it now to keep mama happy.

What he was saying was true. We been cool ever since he came to North Carolina from New York. Ever since we were smaller and ever since I can remember, we played football. Not because we wanted to, but because we couldn't do anything else. Well, the other choice was to trap.

"Word? For what? When? And no doubt, let's get this weight training over with."

"Imma go and get in the music industry. I'm leaving in a few months. You know, I be singin', gettin all the freak hoes moist. Oh, and imma stop producing shit, too." We both laughed and put the weights on the bar.

"I'm hungry bruh," he complained.

"So. Do I have the word mama anywhere on me?"

"Well, yeah. Stupid bitch." I looked at my arm and remembered I had a tattoo with my mother's name on it and a quote that included it. "Chris."

"What?"

"You ain't shit."

"I know."

I said I was going to get it by any means and I meant it. Erica still don't know how I'm still buying everything that I been buying. I just need some time and figure out how to tell her.

I had to go make a drop at my plug crib before I drove home. He all the way across town and that's like 20 minutes away, but I was supposed to take something to him so me and Chris drove over there.

"So, what you know about the kid?" Chris asked, breaking the silence.

"Man, it's that nigga from high school. The dude who came from Mexico when we was sophomores. Ya know? You Looked out for him that day he was getting jumped. He the plug now."

"Oh yeah."

"What?"

"You got it on you, G?"

"You know I got it, what kind of question is that?"

"Put it in your waistband. Can't trust everybody."

"Already there."

I pulled up to his 2 story house and parking in his driveway, I stepped out the truck and headed for the door. I took my .30 off safety and knocked. He can speak English but it's broken, so I had to learn a word or two of Spanish. He came to the door and smiled, "Oye lo que pasa?" He dapped me up and I walked in the house.

He asked, "
lo que tienes para mí?" Or in other words he was asking what did I have for him. I put a bag of money on the table and took a seat. He kept looking at Chris until he finally spoke, "Wassup, man?" He didn't respond, they just shook hands.

We talked for about 10 minutes about nothing really, just killing time until he changed the subject. He started talking about robbing houses and to be honest, it sounded interesting. After we talked more about it and everybody was down to do it. I rushed home because I ain't seen my babygirl all day.

I walked in the living room and I just looked at her before she kissed me and got down.

"I missed you baby, where you been? Matter of fact, where the fuck have you been, Brandon? Hey, Chris. "

"I thought I was in the wrong house when I heard that first part," Chris yelled to us from the kitchen with his head in the refrigerator.

"Did anybody ask or want you to talk?"

"Yes! She just said hey, so she probably wanted me to say something back. You a dummy."

"Boy..."

"I'm going to sleep. That mean y'all need to shut up and don't get on my nerves. "

"Who you talking to?!" Erica and me asked. He just walked to the back with a Gatorade and plate fill of my food.

"What's wrong with that nigga back there?"

"Don't try and change the subject. You know he always does that. Why haven't you answered my question?"

"Why you tripping, shorty?" I hate lying to her and I usually don't but now, I think it's better if I keep it to myself. "I stayed to train a little while longer."

That was the worst lie ever, man. I think she knew it too but she didn't say anything, she finds everything else.
"I looked down at her and she just smiled. She ain't say nothing and I don't know why. "Why you ain't talking?" I knew why but I wanted to hear her answer.

"You know how quiet I get when you stand over me, I get nervous," she said and did this little grin.

I did the same thing. "Get dressed, boo. Let's get something to eat." She said alright and turned around. I smacked her ass as she walked to the shower.

"We going out to eat? Where?" Chris asked once he ran from our guess room. Well, his room when he comes.

"You ain't going no where." I punched him in his stomach and his food dropped on the floor, "pick it up."
He pushed me and we fell on the floor and fought. I let him stand up and I dropped him with another punch.

"You always messing something up. For real, clean it up." He got up and picked his food to throw it away.

The house got quiet. The only thing I could hear was the shower water. Erica came out 30 minutes later in a tight red dress and some red bottoms. She looked perfect. I bit my bottom lip and asked, "all this for me? We only going to your grandma house."

"You ain't funny." She walked in front of me and we walked out to the door.

We pulled up to her favorite restaurant, went in, got a seat and waited for our waitress. She came and took our drinks and order. She was looking at Erica like she wanted some and Erica did the same thing. When the waitress walked off, Erica stuck her tongue out, "You know, I can get anybody I want."

"Anybody? Bet."

"Aw, you jealous?"

"No, because I'm the best. You real mouthy, think I need to fix that."

"Cocky. Oh? How you gone do that, baby?"
I leaned into her and whispered, "Shhhh, I can't tell you. it's a secret," before I bit her ear.

After we finished eating, I stopped by the store to get a lollipop. I gave it to her and she put it in her mouth as I drove off. I told her to give it back to me and I slid her dress up. Instead of my fingers, I used the lollipop to play. She liked it because she started moaning. She tried to hold it in but she couldn't. I did that until we got back home.

I picked her up and almost ripped her dress off. I threw her in the chair and rushed to the kitchen and grabbed some whipped cream, and went back down. She put her legs around me as I sucked and licked the cream off of her. Her nails scratched my back but I didn't care. "Fuck me!" She yelled. I grabbed her and took her to the bathroom. She already knew what to do. She put her leg on the sink and I got behind her. A good, long and deep stroke always drives her crazy. Her eye rolled in the back of her head as my deep voice and hypnotizing words filled her ear. She tried to almost run but I just pulled her closer and went faster while I smacked her ass. We did a couple more positions until we couldn't go anymore. When we finished, we found ourselves drifting into a deep sleep with my arms wrapped around her.