Brotherly Love

Chapter 2: Dope

Dre

A few hours later I'm in the parking lot in my whip inside a bitch guts. I lift my shirt up and hold it there with my chin. She moaning my name. "Oh fuck, big daddy Dre," She reach her arm back and puts it on my stomach. Breathing heavy, I smack her ass. "What's my name?" I ask her picking up my pace. She whimpers "Dre." I start pumping in and out of her harder. "I ain't hear you girl" She calls out "Oh fuck, Dre!" I grab her hair and wrap it around my hand, driving my dick deep inside of her. She basically screaming at this point "I'm finna cum,"  I groan "Me too." She says and a few seconds later her body is on the seat, trembling. I'm still on top of her and I feel it rising. "Ahh, fuck." I say as I bust inside of her. I pull up my pull my jeans up. I reach under her and wipe her down with the towel she is kneeling on. She sits up and puts her shorts back on. Every time we smash I feel dirty. She wants more than just this and I know I can't give her ass that. I'm a not shit ass dude, and I told her that from the jump.

I didn't realize I was stuck in my thoughts until I heard her call me. "Dre!" I lift my head up. "Huh?" I look at her. "When are we going to stop this?" I shrug. She scoffs "Oh, so you can nut up in me but you can't make me your chick?" I look this hoe up and down and suck my teeth. "Bitch have you lost your mind?" I furrow my brow. "You wanna be my chick but you was at the table being a hoe this morning?" I look at Chanta. "You buggin out, B." I open my car door and get out and step aside waiting for her to get out my car. "This is some ole bullshit" She says as she slides from the backseat. I suck my teeth and slam the car door "Shut up bitch, you acting like I didn't tell you what this was from the jump." She turns around and mushes me. "Ion know who the fuck you keep calling a bitch." she put emphasis on the fuck. "But you need to watch how you talk to me Andre!" She puts her fingers in my face "I ain't these little scary bitches that you're used to, I will really beat your big ass up!" She rolls her eyes and tries to walk off, I grip her by her forearm "Let me go!" She tries to yank away but can't because my grip is too tight. "You ain't beating my ass, Chanta. You making threats that your poppy seed bagle lookin ass can't keep."

"Nigga, what?" SLAP

I put my tongue in my cheek. Maybe I deserved that but that didn't stop me from getting pissed off.

I walk off. I don't got time to deal with this hoe and her bullshit. I gotta find Pharoah and get him to my plug so my boy can get his money back up.

I text him

Me: Yo bro wya?

Pharoah: In the hallway bruh, wya?

Me: I'm finna scoop you, come outside.

Pharoah: Bet

I walk back to my whip and start it up. I see Pharoah walk out the building and I drive up. He hops in the car and we pull out the parking lot. I look at him "Yo bro, what was that shit that happened earlier in the hallway about?"

"Aw man that shit?" He runs his hand down his face "Real live, if you hadn't came along I'da put these dick beaters on moe. That's real shit" I stare at this nigga like he crazy. "Man what?"

"You bitch ass nigga, ENGRISH PLEASE, ENGRISH." He busts out laughing. "I don't understand a ot damn thing that just came out your mouth my boy." I turn my attention back to the road ahead of me. "Man, I said on some real shit if you wouldn't have came along I woulda put my hands on the nigga."

"Nigga, why you ain't just say that in the first fuckin place instead of that DC mumbo jumbo."

"Aye fuck you nigga that's how I talk." He chuckles "Yeah,  Ard." I say "But why was yall even finna fight in the first place? Like, clear that shit up for me my boy." He shrugs "I guess he stuck on Sierra or sum." I nod my head "All I remember is me and her talking about her last nigga and how he wasn't shit for fuckin' off on her and that overly sensitive ass nigga decided he wanted to put his delicate ass two cents in." I let out a loud chortle "That nigga definitely is hella soft my nigga. I'ma start callin that nigga Bunny Pussy." We crying laughing in the car. After we calm down I fill my boy in. "That's Sierra's ex nigga. He pulled some fuck shit on her a few weeks back. Was fuckin with these fine ass twins from around the way. Si Si caught on quick as fuck though cut the bitch loose."

Pharoah

I'm listening to my boy tell me about Sierra and Tyree and I'm just thinking to myself, how the fuck could someone cheat on Sierra? She got everything a dude like me could ever want forreal. She smart, bout her money, on her grind, and she ain't out here like other chicks. I just shake my head because shawty definitely deserve more. Hell, she really deserve the world and I'm tryna give it to her even if I ain't known her for long.

Me and Dre are sitting in the car in silence then my phone starts buzzing. I pick it up "Strap."

I hear a deep sigh and a female voice says "Hey, Pharoah" I look at the phone. I didn't recognize the number but it was a 240 area code so I know it was a Maryland number. "Who dis?" I say and look at Dre. "It's Tazia," I smile hard as fuck at the fact that she was on my phone. Tazia was a chick I smashed from time to time while I was home. She had a nigga and I was her lil plaything when the nigga would act crazy. "Hannin' Shawty?" I say and lean back into the passenger seat. "I miss you, Strap." I lick my lips "Well shit, come see me then?"

"How I'ma come all the way to see you? You stay in Philly now." I could practically hear her pouting through the phone.

"Well shit, any other time you find a way"

She gets quiet. "Hello??" I say impatiently into the receiver. "I'm here," She sighs again. "I'll come up there soon." I nod "Aight, bet." I hang up.

She not my bitch, I'm not finna be pressed to go see her when she shared pussy, never that. Dre look at me. "Some outta town pussy?" He asked "Soon to be in town" I smirk and say. "My nigga," we laugh and slap hands. "She for the team bro, she'a let you hit. You down?" He look at me "You know me bro, I just want the neck. You feel me?" We laugh as we finally pull up to our destination. A big abandon lookin' ass warehouse. I immediately got bad vibes when I laid my eyes on the spot, but there's money to be made. We walk up to the door and get escorted in by some mean looking ass goons. 

The shit looked like something straight out of paid in full or some shit. It was lil Spanish bitches in they drawers cooking, cutting, and packaging work. I was taken aback 'coz I truly felt like I was in a hood movie. Next thing I know I see some Cuban scarface looking dude coming down the steps of the office. "Ayye, my friends!" He yells from the other side, he accent was thick as hell. "We are in business, Si?" I look at Dre, I didn't know this nigga so I didn't wanna talk too much. "Uhh, yeah yeah man." Dre points at me. "This is my boy Strap I was telling you about." "Ohh, oh, oh. The bic man from.. Ehhh... Como se dice.. Distrec' Of Colombia" I nod. "Yes sir, that's me." He takes a cigar from his suit jacket pocket and he puts it in his mouth. One of his goons  light it for him. "No, no, no, no. No sir, we friends, Si?" He takes a pull from his cigar. "We have partnership, Si? That mean we work together, we get shit done right?" Dre laughs, I smile "Right" I say "Riggght," He says as he puts his arms around me and Dre "I hear nothing but good things about you Strap" he shakes our shoulders"I have big hopes for you boys. this could be the start of a beautiful friendship boys."