Memphis Streets 3: Revenge

Chapter 24- Shariffa

"So how long do you think that Shaniqua's going to keep that baby she cut out of Snake's Baby's Momma?" a drunken voice floats over to me from the other booth.

My ears immediately perk up. "Girl, I don't know," the second girl says.

"Every day I wait for them to find that dead bitch she cut that kid out of and splash it all over the news. It ain't gonna be hard for niggas round our way to put two and two together and start eyeballin' us sideways."

"We should have stopped her."

"Yeah, and we would be lying right next to that high yellow bitch just like Tyneshia's ass, too."

"Well if she gets caught, she better not snitch our names. She gets what she gets for dealing with that Le'Shelle bitch. We're only catching a break because that crazy bitch is laid up in the hospital."

"Shhh. Keep your voice down."

Le'Shelle? I frown and try to put the pieces of the conversation together but can't get them to fit.

Something about Le'Shelle and a baby being cut out of one of Snake's baby mommas? Why the fuck would Le'shelle be fucking with a couple of young Cartier's? I can't even see that shit happening. My phone vibrates against my lap, pulling me back to what the fuck I'm supposed to be doing.

"It's about time," I mutter when my cell phone vibrates in my left hand.

I turn my back from the crowded bar inside Da Club and peek down at the text from Trigger. "I bet her ass broke him off a piece first," Brika gripes from over my shoulder.

"Did you see them grabbing each other's shit off the jump?" I roll my eyes.

Brika needs to squash this jealousy bullshit. I don't have the time for it. "She counted five niggas. One door with a Remington bolt lock and four windows." I shake my head.

"She also says there's a mountain of cash stacked back there, too."

"That's what I'm talking about. Cash moves everything around me," Brika says. From my right,

Shacardi cuts in, "Money makes my clit hard."

I slip my phone back into my purse, and then loop the strap so that it hangs diagonally across my body.

"Let's do this shit. Brika, you come with me. Shacardi, y'all know what to do."

Jaqorya bobs her head. "Hurry up. I'm cooking up in here under this wig. I don't know how some of these fake bitches do it." To prove her point, she scratches the side of her head and her blond hair wiggles on top of her head.

I feel her pain. My shit is tryna squeeze my brain out, too. "C'mon." I grab Brika by the arm as she slips into the character of a drunk bitch who can barely hold herself up.

"I got you, girl. Let's get you home." We stumble through the crowd on our way out the door.

A few bitches catch an attitude as we bump and stomp on a few toes. "Oh, God. I think I'm going to be sick," Brika moans. Her toned legs wiggle like Jell-O.

"Sloppy bitches," a muthafucka snickers as we slip past the bouncers.

"Fuck you," I snap, giving him the finger.

"Oooh." Brika moans and hikes up her skirt like she's about to piss right there on the sidewalk.

"Whoa. Yo!" A bouncer thunders toward us.

"Y'all hoes need to get the fuck on with that bullshit."

"We're going. We're going. Fuck, nigga. You ain't got to get all swoll." I wrap my arm around Brika, pull her back up and then help her move on down the sidewalk.