Caught Slippin'

Chapter 7 Jaylen

Friday Night, Fourth of July House Party

"Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now she will, yeah

~She Will Lil Wayne"

High end cars were lined up outside of one of the triplets, AJ, party mansion. Any car you could imagine... except Bugatti's. We ain't that rich. My niggah Rico pulled up in a half black & half white Aventador. Nine-times-out-of-ten I can take that bitch off his hands in a game of pool.

Shit was live as fuck. Sexy ass Ricans, Blacks, Asians... all the races is all I could ask for. I was watching my girlfriend Melina twerk on the pool table when Darnell came in talking hella shit about her.

"Man you mad 'cause I fucked yo bitch last night. Pussy was sweet, too."

My fist was finna connect to that niggah jaw, but Jaden grabs me and pulls me out the house.

"Aye ima fuck that bitch ass niggah up!" I say to my right hand man Jaden.

"Let him be him, he'll get his."

"Niggah he'll get his once I get to him!" I push through the crowd formin' outside.

"He got plenty of people willing to do it for you. Besides, if anyone talks smack 'bout Melina you best believe Shaquana gone whoop they ass."

"Man, whateva."

For once he right. Fuck these niggahs. As long as Jaden there Melina will be safe. Right now it's better to go somewhere to cool.

If me and Nicks got anything in common it's our temper and ability to draw attention whether we like it or not. I get into my new 2012 silver mustang and zoom off.

Every member in the crew ride is fly as hell. My man, Dre, has a Silver 2014 Mustang and my twin, Nicole, has a black 2012 Chevy Camero Convertible. My niggah Dre twenty-one. Or twenty-two. He iight but he straight be stalking my sister. I ont let nobody near her 'cept Lamar.

My niggah Lamar, 19 years young, was anotha niggah in the crew rockin' a Black Nissian 370z. He was doing it big. He had this whole nation on lock.

Lamar and Nicole made sure they stayed on top. They knew the who, the what, when, where, why, and how it happened. And the niggah got himself a nice ass beach house. I'm on my way there. Shit I wouldn't be surprised if they were fuckin'. I shake my head at the thought.

~~~~At Lamar's house~~~~~~~

I got out the car, walked on the porch.

"What up man?" Lamar says giving me dap.

"Nothin' just came back from that House Party AJ hosted."

"Oh fo'real? I heard that you and that niggah Darnell got into it."

"Bruh the shit just happened like twenty minutes ago. You hear everything, don't you?"

"Nicole told you before: we got mad connections; so shit you don't tell us we still find out. That niggah Darnell, fuck him. He just tryna fuck yo head up." He takes a drag off a blunt. "I never liked the niggah anyway."

"I guess so," I say as he coughs up smoke at my response.

"Niggah don't guess. Your ass should know. Guessing? Now that's the typa shit that will get you killed. If you think the niggah two faced, then make it rain. Don't hesitate to hold it down."