Vixen

Chapter 2

"Aren't you gonna come in?" I asked Aliyah when we arrived to our grandmother's house.

"Nah, you tell Nana I said hi."

It would be impossible for these two women to live together again. After Aliyah and Nana fell out, Lia packed her bags and left. Since then, she never looked back. Last I heard, she was living with her boyfriend, Tank. A "well known" and "well respected" drug dealer in the streets of Atlanta. In other words, your neighborhood extravagant drug dealer. Nana did not approve one bit. No surprise there. I'm only cordial towards him because he puts my sister on a high pedestal and keeps her laced in designer.

"Alright, you be good sis, I'll see you soon." I said and got out the car.

"Little girl!" Aliyah exclaimed then laughed. "And one more thing before you go, you can't keep letting Nana direct your life okay? She done lived hers and now she good. It's time to live yours aight?"

I chuckled. "Yes mother."

"I'm for real, Yo. You gotta start making your own decisions."

I nodded. "I hear you sis, I hear you."

"Alright na, I love you."

" I love you too." I shut the door and waved.

She smiled and pulled off.

-
After Aliyah dropped Yodit home she sped off. Her destination, Tank's trap house. She had to see him immediately and thank him for her new whip. When she woke up this morning, it was waiting for her outside with a red bow on top of it. Spic and spankin' new!
Finally, she arrived to the trap.

She turned off the ignition, grabbed her bag, and exited the vehicle. After making sure the car was locked, she walked up the creaky porch steps and quickly knocked on the door three times. That was the official knock to get into the house.

"Yo who the f-uck is it!" A deep male voice boomed.
"It's me Khalil." She replied. "Aliyah." Khalil was Tank's cousin and right hand man.

He opened the door and she quickly slipped inside.

"Wassup?" He asked hugging her.

She hugged him back and explained why she was there.

Khalil led her down a long hallway, passed the workers and half naked women cutting up, cookin' up, and packin' up. He finally got to the back room and entered. "Ayo cuz, yo' girl's here." And with that, he left.

"Hey baby, I loveeeee the car!" She excitedly exclaimed and sat on his lap. "Thank you so much!"

Tank exhaled smoke from the blunt he was smoking and smiled while resting his hand on her butt. "I'm glad you like it baby."

"I wanna make it up to you.." She kissed his lips and he instantly got hard. She unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. She got off his lap and got on her knees.

Tank licked his lips and stood up.
Aliyah pulled down his pants and hungrily pulled down his boxers with her teeth.

"Damn girl.." He smirked. "I gotta buy you cars more often."

Aliyah smirked. "Keep me happy and this'll come on the regular .." She tied back her hair, and got to work.

-

"Nana I'm home!" I yelled walking into the foyer of the big, old, Victorian home. I took off my shoes and made my way to the kitchen.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" Nana asked placing her gardening gloves on the kitchen counter. Nana was sixty-five years old and didn't look a day over forty. I kid you not. It's real as hell when they say black don't crack.

"Pretty uneventful. But nonetheless pleasant." It was only "pleasant" because the pay was pretty decent, it didn't hurt to make some money to afford little luxuries such and hair and nail salon visits. Those things mean a lot to a girl.

"That's good , dinner's gonna be ready in a few. Why don't you go up to your room and wash up?"

"Okay."

"Oh and Jodie, " she sometimes calls me by my nickname. "This came in the mall for you." She handed me a large Manila envelope with an official red stamp emblazoned on it. "They want you back with them next semester." Nana concluded with an eyebrow raise.

I took the envelope from her hands and looked at it, Juilliard University.

Shit.