For Her I Will...

DANGERously In Love

 "Just come in whenever you get ready Queen Tut!" Kriteria yelled at me while slamming her hardly bonded together screen door. "How the hell you get my number?" I responded confused on what type of juju magic shit I was working with here."Yo bossy ass sister gave it to me?" he answered back, sounding nervous but cute as hell."Yea its official she gotta go. What you want with me Mr. Washington?" I said joking around and twirling my long locs. I looked up from my conversation, and noticed Kriteria had a new next door neighbor. Whoever it was, was bugging hard as hell."A date would be nice and you can call me Rome. Mr. Washington is my pops I aint old yet." I heard Rome recite to me from the other end. I continued to gather my things and exit my 2012 Impala."Well, Rome" I said sounding as school girl-ish as possible. "I gotta work tonight but let me ask you something?" "Im listening? "He said while starting his sentence before I could finish my last word. "Are you one of them Washington Lawyer boys?" I asked, Sort of already knowing the answer. "Yeah I'm the oldest of those Washington Lawyer boys" he said sounding as if I had asked the dumbest question he heard all day. "Heard of me?" he continued. "Ironically, your commercial is what distracted me from answering you the first several times you called. I was just saying how important black lawyers are in Memphis." I said sounding like one of those black lives matter activist I hear on CNN. "Yeah the moneys good" he responded sounding like he would rather be doing something else. "And it keeps me out of trouble at least, Can I ask you a question now?" he said stumbling over his words. "Go ahead" I said, knowing exactly what his raggedy ass was about to ask me. "Where do you work that you cant come out with me on a Saturday night, you must be a stripper or something." he laughed not knowing his ass was finna get chewed up. "Well, I am." I said in a very ratchet tone "Is that a problem Mr. Millionaire." Stupidly he responded with "No its not a problem, I was just jok.." and I politely continued to call his bullshit. "Naw you was just judging, I'm worth more than yo little law firm boo. I choose to dance nigga don't judge me. I can buy you." I yelled before entering my cousins dusty 2 bedroom low income apartment. "Don't bring all the negative energy in here fav I aint been to the " Fish and Barn " to get my sage this month. Iont need ya negativity around here girl." Kriteria said, while plugging her rusty curling irons in to the old wall outlet. "Yeah, fuck all that Judy what you think you finna do with them old ass flat ironers cous. You gone give me gain green if you burn me with them thangs." I said trying to hold back my laughter. "You real funny huh" she said trying not to laugh her self. "Well go let D fuck you up then. That chile gone have yo lace front looking like a children's pop up book. So gon' do it blacky." We were laughing so hard until we hard a loud ass tap on the raggedy screen door. "TAP, TAP,TAP,TAP,TAP." "Who nigga you fucking now Judy ? I asked Kriteria with the most serious look on my face. Kriteria was known to take somebody's man and on special occasions such as, SHE JUST DRUNK AS HELL, somebody's woman. "I plead the fifth bitch yo guess is as good as mines" she said while reaching in the drawer of her old coffee table. "TAP,TAP,TAP,TAP,TAP" I followed her movement and reached for my Birkin bag. "You bussing high?" she asked once she noticed me looking towards the door. "You bussing low?" I asked while cocking back the lever of my brand new Chrome Beretta. Kriteria opened the door, almost shooting the soul out of what looked to me as just a silhouette. "Why I always almost get shot every time I come over here. Beale has become way to ghetto for me and you bitches have to." complained my high class sister Dior. "Like who do you bitches think y'all are? Charlies angels?" she said while pushing Kriteria out of the way. "NOO, baby riddle me this why you bugging hard, giving Randoms my number D. I don't know that Washington dude from Michael or Malcom and he calling me asking me on dates." I said tryna sound angry when really I still found it kind of cute, in a crazy stalker way though. "Its Adam Or Eve stupid" Dior said sounding completely over the conversation at this point. "Yea you knew what I meant" I said while picking up a new outfit I had bought for tonight. "What y'all think 5k or 7k" I said while prancing around Kriteria little bitty living room. Kriteria yelled "750" from the kitchen behind the wall. "Dont do my sister, Kri she get her looks from her big sister and her booty from her mama. In that fit you better bring home that 7k especially since Mr. Washington The Millionaire, gone be in that thang tonight" she said while doing the whitest twerk she could do. "Gone be where?" I said noticing the mess she just let come out of her mouth. "Aw, yeah he just posted it on EyePost 10 mins Ago look" she said throwing me her phone.

EyePost:

Rome Washington is with King Washington 10mins ago : Hitting "The Elegant Pony" tonight with my mini me!! Beat us there , FIRST 3 ROUNDS ON US....

"You have got to be fucking kidding me" I said while braiding my long thin locks to the back. "Whats wrong fav, who did it fav" Kriteria stated sarcasticly. "You should really clean yo aura ma, you just a ball of negativity. Just evil "she said while sliding a wig cap on top of my braided locks. "I dont get it Nique, You got them long pretty dreads and you cover em up with wigs just to dance for a few hours?" my sister questioned "why you do that dumb shit just wear yo locks" she went on. *DING,DING,DING* INCOMING MESSAGE.

Rome: Whats your favorite color?

"Because I'm not danger when I dance" I said trying not to get into the true reason why I keep my locks hid. I went back and noticed a message I had just got from Rome.

Danger: WHYYY??

"You done fav baby you have been slayed by Kri" Kriteria yelled after gluing down my wig. "iont see ya notebook and pen Cruella" she said to D before unplugging her flat ironers. "Iont need no pointers Hoe-teria my weave stay on fleek, Period." Dior snapped while snatching up her money bagg shaped Betsy Johnson Clutch. "I'll meet you bums at the club I gotta few extra stops to make but ima come support little sister, ok. Always hoe?" she said smiling those perfect white teeth my way. "& forever bitch" I said while blowing her a kiss. "We need to be heading out to bitch, lets go!" Kriteria shouted from her bedroom. "Im ready and waiting on you bitch , stop playing" I said while sliding on Dior's all black Louis Vuitton Pumps. Kriteria through her makeup in her bag and rushed towards the door. "Well lets roll little black muhhthafucka you" she said sounding out of breath from such a little run.  "DING,DING,DING" *INCOMING MESSAGE* 

   Rome: Not to be weird.

"I must admit Judy, Mr.Washington is persistent bitch." I said while showing Kriteria the message Rome had just sent me."But I'm about my coin sis , nothing less and he just wouldn't fit in my life style no matter how rich he is. He just seem so good boyish" I continued. " And a stalker. You forgot to add he a stalker!" Kriteria blurted out after me. We looked at each other and started laughing. "Yoo , for real you damnnear right" I said while hooking up my AUX cord. "It be yo own family." Kriteria exaggerated while shaking her head. "Damn let me see it, we going right up the street anyway." she whined. "Whatever , girl just no love music SHIT." I said throwing the Aux cord at her forehead. We drove pass all the main black strip clubs in north Memphis, and they all was dry as fuck. So I just knew tonight was gone be a good night. We pulled up to "The Elegant Pony" and I noticed Dior's Black Beamer first. She started the row off for all the ballers in Memphis. She was the only female in the row though."Yo sister selling more than houses fav," Kriteria joked. "Shit bitch she might be I wouldn't be surprised." I parked all the way behind the club next to my  bestfriend Bubba. "DANGER ,DANGER" he yelled from his window. Bubba was 6"5 and built like the black hulk, and usually everybody's body guard or the go to guy when you needed a mutthafucka gone. He was also the local barber, So everybody knew him and he knew everybody. Wasn't no secrets bubba didn't know. "You dancing tonight ma" he said while embracing my little body into his arms. "You know I am , its money on the floor." I walked into the club and seen Dior engaging with some short darkskin guy. I walked back towards the dressing room hoping that short ass midget was not Mr. Washington, or at least not the Washington that's after me. 

Danger: Sis please tell me that's not "Mr. Washington"???

I started undressing when I heard what sounded like a big bang or a pop from outside. "POP,POP,POP" The sound got closer and this time with it followed screams. I stayed in the dressing room because the outside sounded chaotic. I tried calling Dior over and over again and I got no answer. At this point I'm freaked out and decided to walk to the back of the stage floor to see where all the commotion is coming from. When all I seen was 2 bodies male and female face down in cold blood. "She's gone Danger" Bubba said stopping me from running towards the seen "No, she's gone."