Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Thirty-Two

Malina

I couldn’t wait to get out of that house. I needed the perfect reason to holla at Slick and this was it. I hadn’t had no dick in a couple days, and that was way too long. Of course, this was about Zion too but hey… a woman’s got needs. I hopped in the hot truck and pulled out my phone to call him. The first time it went straight to voicemail but the second time it didn’t ring it all. Seems like our lines had gotten tied up. That’s when I looked down and saw that I had a text from him. Stop callin me, crazy ass girl. I’m tryna call. “That makes sense,” I said to myself as I awaited his call and ignited the ignition just for it to roar and then turn off. Aint this a bitch, I thought as I tried to start it again, just for the same thing to happen. My phone rang. It was Slick. “What’s up?” I asked. “I was just about to stop by.” “Yeah?” “Funny ’cause I was just about to come scoop you. I’m hitting the corner now,” he said. I looked up and saw him turning at the light. “Ok, cool.” I hopped out the car and disconnected the phone. Looks like we were going to have to get a new whip after all.

“Hop in, shawty,” he said as he pulled on the side of me with the music blasting. I threw my purse in the back seat and slid in. “So what’s up?” I asked. “You called me.” “And you called me too. So what’s up?” I asked again. “Shit, I wanted you to suck my dick real quick. A nigga been stressed out, and I ain’t fucking with Tayla no more.” “What happened to Quita?” “I heard she made it. Cops still tryna figure out who did it. Nobody saw nothing. But for real, you gonna suck it for me?” “Where? In the car again?” “Nah, we can go somewhere quiet if you want.” “Nah, it’s cool. We can get it popping right here but first I have a question.” “What’s that?” He asked as we made a right at the light. “Who is Bleek and where can I find him?” I asked. “Nobody really knows who Bleek is, but his people be hard to find.” “Huh?” I asked. “Bleek don’t handle none of his business. He sends his shooters to do everything. But I have a number you could call.”

“Give it to me.” “I’ve been calling like crazy. Them niggas ain’t gonna do shit but talk shit and hang up. Swear I’ma murk the fuck outta Bleek, whoever he is. And then he got a new number he use or some shit now. One of my homies gave me this number to reach him.” He showed me a phone number in his phone. “Let me try. I’ma woman so that might help. You probably come across as rude when you call,” I said as he took out his phone and gave me the number. Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and called. They didn’t answer but I got another call from a blocked number. “Hello?” “Somebody just call?” a deep voice asked. “Yes. This is Malina. I’m Nyssa’s—” “Cousin and ya calling about PJ. I know who you is. Y’all got our money?” “Our? Where is Bleek?” I asked. “Bleek don’t talk.” “Well how much we owe and how do we know PJ is alive and well?” I asked while looking over at Slick. “I’ll call back in an hour.” “He hung up,” I said. “What he say about PJ?” “Said he would call back in an hour.” “So he talked to you?”

“Yeah.” “Didn’t talk shit?” “Nah.” “That nigga must got a damn authority complex with niggas.” “Maybe. Man, I just want PJ back. He don’t deserve none of this shit.” “Wait, so y’all think y’all ’bout to just pay them niggas and everything will be fine?” “Yeah. Ain’t that what they want?” “Thought y’all was smarter than that.” He shook his head. “What?” “Mane, y’all pay them niggas and PJ is dead.” “Yeah, but if we don’t, he dead too.” “Give them niggas that money. And see don’t they kill y’all and PJ the next day.” “Why?” “That’s how the game go. Bleek known for shit like that. Niggas die. That’s why I told that nigga not to fuck with Bleek on no money shit but he didn’t listen. He was so sure that he had this shit on lock. Now look at him.” “Damn. So what?” “Y’all gonna have to murk that nigga.” “Shit but I have to find out how we will find him

first.” “It’s all good. I’ma help y’all niggas. This shit personal.” “Why?” “King is family. Tori is family. They didn’t have to do the game like that. Nigga ain’t stupid, they got my nigga robbed then came looking for money right after. That shit is greedy. And foul too.” “Shit fucked right now,” I said as we pulled into Kiest Park. “C’mon,” he said, leaning his seat back. Without hesitation, I began to go to work on his dick. Making sure to do it better than anybody had done it before.