Brittany Hills: Seattle

Montello 89

When my big brother Piru hit me up asking me if I wanted to chill, I had no idea what kind of night my ass was in for, but I wanted to get out the fuckin house because it was boring as fuck here... see that's why I should've taken my ass with Mauricio and Marcelino but I hated flying and stayed here. Piru told me he'd be by in an hour so that gave me no time to get ready... a lot of people (Mauricio and Marcelino) always complained that I took forever to get ready but I couldn't help the fact that I had to look good whenever I stepped out the house. Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my edge up, my phone lit up with a text telling me that he was outside. I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door, there was Piru, Supreme, and my bitch... I'm sorry my dude Braxton all posted up outside laughing which wasn't a good sign because that told me they had some trouble planned.... fuck am I talking about it was a damn good sign because Trouble was my middle name. I walked over to Braxton, grabbed his shirt roughly, and started kissing him.... a lot of people assumed since I was so aggressive that I was a top, nah I was a power bottom and I would knock a nigga out in a heartbeat if he thought I was soft. I challenge in 'straight' nigga to take eleven inches easy and then try to call me soft.... and I'd bet all the breath in my body they'd tap out because they were pussy.

"So... what kind of trouble are y'all going to get me into tonight? Hold up Supreme I thought you were in Atlanta?" I asked and he smiled.

"I came back today... I love my big bro but he's too freaky for me, I needed to get my ass back to the west coast, as for what kind of trouble we're going to get into just relax, everything it on me tonight... I'm trying to have fun." Supreme said and I smiled, if he was paying I wasn't complaining.

"What about you Braxton?" I asked turning to my dude and smiling, let's see if he's man enough to show his true colors in front of his boys.

"It's whatever you want Lil' Daddy." He said grabbing my ass tightly and I smiled, I see I trained my bitch well.... And I just wanna say to anyone who takes offense to me referring to MY nigga, as my bitch.... FUCK Y'ALL! Braxton was my bitch, he did what the fuck I told him, if I were to tell him to whip his dick out and fuck me, he'd do it. It was a term of endearment between me and my nigga.... just don't call him a bitch because he'd beat your ass and I'd let him.

"Just so y'all know, I'll be reporting everything y'all do back to Marcelino and Mauricio, so don't do anything stupid because I'll fuck y'all both up over my brudders." I said and Piru shook his head.

"Nigga you just make sure you don't do anything crazy, because I know it takes next to nothing to set your ass off." Piru said and at least he knew, now I don't want y'all to think I go looking for fights... but I wasn't about to let ANYONE disrespect me. We first went out to eat, though all I got was a small salad and a water, I knew what I wanted to happen at the end of the night and I wanted to be ready. After that we hit the liquor store and got a call from Trell to come over, he assured us that Bitch Boy Ja'Koda, Punk Ass Wayne, and Pussy Lamonte wouldn't be over there.... I didn't personally have a problem with anyone but anyone who disrespects transwomen are a bitch in my book.

"Awww hell, y'all just had to bring this little nigga. Sup Squirt." Trell said ruffling my hair and he got punched dead in his chest. "I see you're still feiry ass fuck, when are you going to let go of that anger? I swear you light-skinned niggas are just...... Have y'all talked to my little cousins today?"

"Yeah, and they still ain't fuckin with you because of that shyt with Denzel and all them." I said and Trell shook his head. "Give them niggas a couple of days, they'll be aight... matter fact, I'll bring them over when we get back so are we popping open these bottles or what?" I asked grabbing the bag from Supreme.

"I'm not drinking because I'm not trying to get arrested." Supreme said and I could respect that, me however... I knew my drink, I learned early what to avoid; if you wanted me crying mess, whiskey. If you wanted me to fight everybody, tequila. If you wanted me riding dick until my legs turned into jello then vodka was my shyt, so I cracked open a bottle of Goose and took it to the head.... then the door opened.