Bad News

Flaws and All

3 months later

Dice got ready for Darrell's party. She wore a skin tight red tea length dress with turquoise red and green platforms and turquoise jewelry to match. Darrell had been taking her on mall trips every weekend. Her new caramel colored hair was curly up in a bun on top of her head. Her makeup was flawless as usual which insinuated her hazel eyes. She headed to the party in the black range rover Darrell let her drive.

The Party was live. All the coolest people were there dressed in the best designers. As soon as Dice walked in she spotted Darrell talking to a couple niggas at a table. He was handling some business, so Dice decided to wait to go over and see him. She headed to the bar but before she could pick up her drink Darrell grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

"I thought I told you to come and see me when you got here?"

"I was, but I saw you handling your business so I waited."

"Okay babe. That's wasup but you don't have to worry about that. Whenever you come everything else is irrelevant."

"Okay baby" Dice replied kissing him.

Dice and Darrell hit the dance floor and grooved and grinded as Trading Places played. That was their song. They both moved in to share a kiss when they were interrupted by somebody.

"Ayo Chills, Chills come here right quick bro!"

Darrell looked across the dance floor at the dude who was screaming. It was Finnick, the loud mouth out of his crew. Darrell looked irritated, he told Dice to stay where she was at and not to move. He walked over to Finnick whose face was serious.

"What?" Darrell hardly said.

"There's some niggas at the gate that say they want you. And they said they aint leaving 'til you come out there."

"Who the fuck are they Finnick? Quamie and them?"

"Naw Chills, its Sweek's boys!"

Darrell's face dropped. A million thoughts ran through his head. Sweeko put Darrell on when he was young then he became his plug. After Darrell hit a come up and took over the North and West Side, Sweek's business went sour and he got locked up. Word around the street is Chills had something to do with it. Darrell went out the gates but was very hesitant. By the gate stood four dudes dressed in black. They had guns in hand and they looked for the bullshit.

"Chaz, you wanted to see me?" Darrell said.

"Yea motherfucker, I did and the only reason I'm not peeling your motherfucking scalp back is because my pops wana do it himself!"

"Nigga Sweek aint gon do shit. He a little bitch! He ain't getting out anytime soon no way. Y'all young niggas lucky I'm hostin' this party or ya'll would've been cold."

"Oh yea?" He chuckles. "Just know he's coming for you pussy!"

Darrell kept his cool and walked back into the building. He was nervous because deep down he knew Chaz was serious. He knew he should've at least gone to see Sweek and face him like a man.

He walked back to Dice he looked mad.

"What's wrong babe?" Dice asks.

"I don't need you asking me questions right now Dice damn!" he snapped back.

Dice looked at him in disbelief and turned to walk away from him but he grabbed her.

"I'm sorry, there are things you just don't know yet." He said.

Darrell and Dice walk out into the lobby hand in hand. She didn't understand what it was he was keeping from her but she needed to know.

"Darrell tell me what's wrong with you. Then I'll understand" Dice blurted out.

"After the party, we'll talk." He said. "Go ahead and have fun with your friends' babe."

Dice hesitantly went back into the party area leaving Darrell alone in the lobby. She went over to where Dime was sitting at the bar and ordered a drink.

"Girl ya man is BALLIN! Look how--."

"Yea I saw..." Dice said not so enthusiastically.

"What's wrong?"

"He told me he'd tell me what's wrong later on tonight."

"Oh."

Dice and Dime sat there and drank and talked for the rest of the party.

After the party Dice dropped Dime and Smitty off at her house. They had gotten to drunk to drive and Dice wouldn't allow it. She headed over to Darrell's house. When she got inside, she walked up to Darrell's bedroom where he was laying on the bed.

"Strip" he said.

Dice stripped down to her lace boy shorts and crawled onto Darrell's chest. She kissed his neck and rolled her fingers down his chest to his boxers and stroked his manhood.

"Mmm" He moaned kissing her.

Darrell picked Dice up yanked her panties off ripping them and laid her on her stomach. He slowly placed wet kisses down her back. Pushing her knees forward he filled her with his thickness.

"Uhn" Dice moaned with pleasure.

Darrell thrusted his pelvis against Dice's behind over and over making her juices soak the sheets. He rolled over on his back and let Dice on top. Up and down she bounced while he gripped her hips to steer. Dice was so lost in the midst of Darrell, they both let go and she soaked the sheets once more. They lay there wrapped in the covers together listening to each other catch their breath. Dice still wanted to know what was bothering him but she didn't want to ask again but her face said it all.

"What's bothering you Babe?" Darrell asked, having a clue.

"Well, I want to know what's bothering you. What are you hiding?" Dice quizzed.

Darrell took a deep breath and turned towards Dice to explain.

"Okay." Darrell hesitated. "The man that got me started in this drug shit is in jail and everybody feels as if it was my fault. This was a man I looked up too like a God or some shit. He taught me all the shit I know about this street life. He was like the father I never had." Darrell paused. "My mother told me she didn't know who my father was. She was a crackhead, prostitute and homeless for awhile. When I turned 15 I had to get a copy of my birth certificate, i.d and social card for a job. Yea I needed a 9 to 5 to pay taxes. "Smart street nigga shit!" I found out, I found the fuck out this man I looked up too was my fuckin father babe! This nigga was a pimp. A pimp who fed crack to his bitches so I know my mother was his ho." He said with tears in his eyes.

That shit fucked Dices insides up. She never experienced shit like that.

"How can I help him if I've never experienced nothing like this?" She thought.

"My mother died from a drug overdose the next year. I moved to Florida with my grand parents and my uncle Antonio put me on down there. I didn't want to stay there, I just needed to save up and get my plans together to take him down. By the time I turned 18 I was ready. I moved back up here and in with my moms best friend Rose. I had to let him know I wasn't playing so I took out a hit on his brother, James. James was one of the middlemen who connected the distributor to Sweety. I met the distributor down in Florida. He was boys with my Unc! I let him on to the plan and the rest was history. I took over all his clientele and stole his distributor to start up my own operation. His shit fell apart and I didn't help him get his shit right. He went to jail on a bullshit drug charge and was doing 5 to 10 up Rikers. They never found out I stole his distributor but they feel I should've bailed him out and put him back on. Now that he's getting out early and I hear he wants to kill me. His flesh in blood, his first born, his fuckin son! That shit is astonishing." Darrell fumed.

"Kill you? This motherfucker got another thing coming!" Dice screamed angrily.

"The niggas are saying he's getting out soon and that he's gonna kill me." He said quietly.

This was too much for Dice to handle. She understood why he did what he did, but she didn't understand why this nigga Chaz had his heart?