Woke To The Game - Combined Edition

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S  T  R  E  E  T  L  I  F  E

AGE

Onyx {male}..................26

Lexi {female}................26

Zaria {female}..............47

Simone {female}...........28

Flint {male}...................30

Jacy {male}...................28

Mia {female}.................25

Nyla {female}................24

Blaze {male}..................49

Hunter {male}...............68

Yakini {male}................44

Pleasure Bell{female}...46

Mercedes{female}.........30

Daysha {female}...........22

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Gunfire erupted across the holy graveyard. They split, searched grounds, yearning to bring the demise upon their adversaries. Every couple of minutes they were being shot at. X wounded one of the assassins whom was hurt badly. X hunched down behind a large headstone. All of a sudden, right behind him, he heard leaves breaking, a clicking sound. He turned, stared down the barrel of a sleek powerful weapon. The assassin opt to conjure verbiage. He stood over him, smiled. Radio silence ensued. He stepped back, aimed, pulled the trigger, discharging continuous heat, setting off searing flesh-eating metal at his target. What the! X hollered. The force knocked him back, throwing up his arms to block the bullets, however, no match to a storm of hot lead. Horrifying pain ravaged the top of X's body to his lower legs, forcing him to crumble where he stood. Almost in slow motion, fragments kept spiralling through the wind. The rounds penetrated through his hands to the front of his chest one by one. His torso nearly exploded. Blood spewed from his body, bullets whizzing through the air at the speed of light. The clip was emptied with an avenged wrath, no mercy shown, there of, to end him once and for all. The shooter completed his mission, tucked his gun in his waist, sprinted to the getaway vehicle. An arctic glower of disbelief was smeared on X's gruesome scowl. He laid in a cyclopean basin of blood shaking. It leaked from every orifice, panting for air while both lungs gradually collapsed. He grimaced from excruciating pain looking up at the ever-changing fading sky. His limbs locked up. Consciousness slipped away. Life slowly left him. Someone ran to him with shock and fear in their eyes. They immediately collapsed to their knees. "Talk to me man! Don't leave me man! Breathe! Breathe! Fuck! He frantically shifted eyes, tears welling up, heart-broken to see a riddled paralyzed unrecognizable body who was his right hand man. He slapped X's face hard to keep him conscience, hovering over him, fumbling nervously for his phone to call for assistance. A blanket of thick dark blood covered them. The culpable invaders screeched tires as they sped off from afar. Tears began to flow from the man who happened upon the site, unable to fathom the heinous scene playing out in front of him, undoubtedly an alienation of his resolute faith. Stay with me! C'mon! Ya gonna be alright! Stay with me! Open ya eyes man!" X barely responded, couldn't speak. His throat gurgled. His body twitched. They were losing time...reduced to seconds of survival. Witnessing the imminent coming of death nearly...

The Beginning

January 7, 2017, Saturday Night

11:00pm

Randolph, Mass.

The Mansion

Turn around. Blaze instructed. He sat naked, motionless in a luxurious chair shaped like a throne. It was specially made imported from overseas. His demeanor was rigid, tall stature, commanding attention. Show me everything. Turn. He sipped from a gold cup slowly. His eyes were fixated on his subject. Do you like what you see? Lexi replied with a seductive grin, posing, moving about in one spot. Bearing strong features to singer Ciara, younger version, wearing black and gold stilettos, holding her breasts, dancing as if she'd been doing it her entire life. Get on your knees. Show me how much you want this money. He said, fondling himself. His muscular, gladiator shaped legs were open wide. She did what she was told, pointing her perfectly round, voluptuous ass toward him. She bent down, grabbed her ankles. He squeezed his dick, slowly, jerking it back, forth, moaning. My man can't fuck me the way you do. She hissed, glided her body toward him melodicly. Fuck the shit out this dick. Let it be known. He snapped, grimaced, close to exploding. She faced him, used one of his shoulders as leverage. Lexi methodically slid down on his rock hard monster penis, took it deep in her stomach. Tell me how you like it babe. She said, repeating words Onyx had used with her during their numerous sexual encounters. Blaze held onto her thin waist, made sure he entered her precisely. "You're so fucking sexy." He whispered. She kissed and sucked his bottom lip, proceeding to ride until he begged for mercy.

Same Saturday Night

January 7, 2017

11:58pm

Single Family Home

Hyde Park, Mass.

Straight up, ya block'n your own blessing by dealing with people who got their own agenda. Sometimes in life you gotta let things go that no longer serve you man. Flint said as he puffed on some strong Kush he copped. He tilted his head blew a ribbon of smoke from his mouth. His entire features top to bottom resembled legendary rapper Snoop Dogg. He was of Trinidadian culture from his father's side, his mother born/raised in Boston, sensible most times with a hot button for disrespect. "Man, to hell with all that. She do this every time we try to be out. Damn, her girls that important?" Jacy, Boston roots from both southern African American parents, who strongly resembles Caine from 'Menace To Society', more solid, taller, spoke while grabbing the blunt from Flint. He fell back on the brown leather recliner, inhaled the drug deep in his lungs, fearless, one who lived on the wild side, a flare for controversy with a ruthless attitude. Late rapper Chinx's 'Don't Mind Me' played in the background. That's how i keep her ass happy. Shit, she know where home is. It's about this money ya dig? Onyx, features mirroring the rapper Game, a young flashy intelligent man with an old soul who learned the streets since birth, the mastermind, envy of many, chimed in looking over at his boys. The young Black men had known each other before pre-teens, formed an unmistaken bond no one could fracture. Their mothers were off and on, best friends sometime, but the get-money boys were thick as thieves with a hate love relationship throughout the community that drew a lot of attention, stretching across borders. Onyx and Lexi were an item, close personalities, exact age. They had four long years of ups and downs. In he and his mother's eyes, though he had his doubts, essentially, Lexi could do no wrong. You're the biggest dummy if you wear a tattoo of someone who left ya high and dry. Jacy added, shook his head at his phone. Not all ex's cover up the names especially when they still have love for each other. I never did it. I'm just saying. Onyx's mother Zaria said, walking in the living room, close physical disposition to actress Nia Long, she was certainly one of the finest Black milfs in town. She wore a white tight-fit tank, sky blue velvet sweats. She always made certain she was slayed up whether there was visitors in the home or not. Her body was fit perfectly, sexy in all the right places, visually killing the rest of the young girls on the block. No expense was spared when it came to her home. One of beautiful luxurious items, elegant symmetrical decorum. It never cease to make a grandiose impression on many whom admired her taste. Ma, you don't have to lie to us. We're grown. Onyx confessed with a smirk on his face. He was bagging crack rocks, calculating profit. Indeed. Flint rang in. Onyx's cellphone vibrated. He looked at it. Yo, take over! He lifted his voice, shifted his eyes to the product, walked down the hall to the bathroom. He put the phone up to his ear, closed the door behind himself.

––––––––

Onyx: Where the fuck you at?

Lexi: Please don't start with the shit. I been calling for the last half hour.

Onyx: Stop lying ma. I just got this phone. Ain't shit wrong with it.

Lexi: Well you better take it back. I don't have to lie to kick it.

Onyx: Always some shit with you.

Lexi: I'm with Simone. Who else?

Onyx: Tryna ride out. Didn't wanna leave you. Niggas get'n restless.

Lexi: Tell'em relax. Shit. My mother had me running errands, the usual. It's cold as hell too.

Onyx: Yeah.

Lexi: Who's over there?

Onyx: Like you said. The usual.

Lexi: Oh, you got jokes huh? Well i'm glad you're in a good mood 'cause by this time of the week you be trip'n, get'n all in your feelings.

Onyx: If i leave you, guess who'll be the one trip'n? Not me, for sure.

Lexi: Please, i have a car. Yall going to Kays?

Onyx: Where else?

Lexi: If somebody wanted to kill yall, they'd know exactly where to find you. There's more to life. Get into it.

Onyx: Tell them that. You already know i'm the branch out king.

Lexi: Please, you're just as bad as them. This is Onyx i'm talking to right?

Onyx: Whateva.

Lexi: Simone's still getting dressed. No surprise there right?

Onyx: Make sure you're looking sexy for me.

Lexi: C'mon now. Do i ever disappoint?

Onyx: Nah, but i have to keep you on ya toes. Let people know i have a fine woman not a booga for a girlfriend.

Lexi: Shut up. I'll see you up there ahite bae?

Onyx: If i don't answer then you know we in the joint.

Lexi: Okay. Love you.

Onyx: Love you too.

After the call, Onyx hit the end button, tilted his head to the ceiling in a sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness. He wondered if she was telling the truth. Besides his mother, she was the only girl who was able to get under his skin and penetrate his soul in an authentic way. He'd cheated a year ago and'd been making up for it ever since. He loved her with his entire heart. He wanted to marry her someday but his inner demons, bad boy behavior controlled him like a puppet. Dismissing painful and confusing thoughts, he placed his cell in his front pocket, stood over the toilet, zipped his designer jeans down. He released a long stream of mixed liquor turned urine that lasted longer than he expected. Boom! Boom! Boom! Someone pounded on the bathroom door. What! We gone stay here till morning! Lock it off and let's bounce man! Jacy's muffled voice shouted angrily through the door. Shut the fuck up! I'm dockin' ya pay if you don't relax nigga. I'm coming! Onyx yelled back, zipping his jeans. He flushed the toilet, rushed out. You don't pay rent or live here so reel ya shit in! Onyx raised his voice, pointed a hand in Jacy's direction. His gold rings were on full display. "I should be living here. You want me over here daily nigga don't act like you don't know what it is. Jacy said with a smile, showing a bottom gold grill. Zaria headed toward them. Listen, company on the way. Yall make up your minds on what you're doing tonight. Jacy tell your mother i got her Avon. It's upfront this time. She stated, sashaying by headed to her room. Got'chu Z. Jacy answered. I better not walk in see the same work i just left. Bagged and ready. Talking hella shit but ain't handling business." Onyx said staring at Jacy as he walked toward the living room.

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Same Saturday Night

January 7, 2017

1 Hour Later

Dorchester, Mass.

Simone's Apartment

Fetty Wap's 'No Days Off' was playing from a bluetooth. The volume was up loud enough to enjoy but low enough to converse. The girls were trying to get in the zone for a night of fun. "Bitch, he will never leave Yaya. She can go to Africa and he'll follow. Point blank period. Simone said standing in the bedroom mirror attending to imperfections. She knew she was looking cute, thought to herself she was going to kill'em when she stepped out. And she's not tied to him like the others who have children by him. See that's why me and you clicked out the gate. We didn't sit around having some dusty dude's baby. Lexi replied sitting at the nightstand pulling seeds and sticks from the weed they went half on. Exactly. If he's not faithful and don't give you what you need in order to love him, what's the fuck'n purpose? Lexi continued, brushing the unwanted marijuana into a waste bucket. Simone walked to a chair, sat, began going through her phone. She tapped on the Instagram app to a gossip blog profile. I swear i don't know what's going on here with this. First, Masika and Lez standing up for him, then randoms. Dick must be good. Simone said. Yeah, we gotta stop judging him. Must be talking some shit to these bitches in the bedroom. The girls busted out laughing then happily sung along to the rapper's lyrics. He sleep with mad chics. Anything moving with a pulse. His dick probably slowing down 'cause he fuck everything in sight. He can catch a flight. I'm not interested. Simone said, squinting her lips. Are you crazy? He's in his twenties. He's sweet when he wanna be probably has the meanest dick game in Patterson. He's just getting started. Don't be foolish your whole life chile. Lexi answered. So what did you and Blaze do tonight? Spill it. Simone asked turning up her lips giving side eye. A huge grin spread across Lexi's face. Watched a movie. Lies. For real. And i'm an heirs to Michael Jackson's estate. Okay. How much are you paying me for this information? Lexi asked with a smile, waving her gel coffin nails around. I thought you smoked weed not the pipe. Betch, i'm not paying you shit. They laughed, slapped hands. Girl, i'm telling you he's freakier beyond anything i could ever imagine. Lexi said excitedly. Damn. Yes, girl. He's a fine older man, about his paper too? You hit the jackpot! Simone countered. I'm just having fun. Nothing serious. Can i live? I don't know. Can you? Simone joked sarcastically with a dumb expression staring at her, scratching her head, placing a hand on her hip. They tossed their heads back in laughter uncontrollably. You see what God blessed me with? Simone spoke, gliding her hands along her body. This is work. It need attention. He's got friends? Nope. You're the queen of lies tonight huh? Sit down. Simone responded. She moved the chair toward Lexi. A plastered smile was locked onto her face. Again, laughs roared over the music. They giggled, gave the girl code dap to each other. The wine they consumed earlier kicked in strong. I'm sick of married broke men. You're having the party of your life. I'll see what i can do. Lexi reluctantly said, winking at her. You better be careful. If Onyx ever find out, you might as well make a phone call to Johnson's funeral home. Save us the hassle. Here you go with the negative shit. The hall monitor has entered the building folks. Lexi said in her presenting-an-award voice. O fine as shit but ya gonna lose him if you keep on. Please, he's too in love. We're four years in. O's my man. He ain't going nowhere. It would break Zaria's heart. I like that woman too. Simone confessed. Onyx fucked up before, remember? Lexi lit a joint while revealing the past. She took a drag then passed it. How can i forget? The nigga was calling my phone all hours of the day and night begging me to find you. A bitch didn't get no rest. That's what best friends are for. To have each other's back, show off these big juicy bootys together. Big pretty ones too. I love you girl. Just stay ten steps ahead. Simone returned lovingly. She looped her arm around her friend's neck. Of course. I love you too. Anyone ever tell you, you look just like Gabrielle Union? Lexi mentioned. Girl, yezz. Every day of my life but you know who slay the shit the best right? This chica right here!" Lexi screamed, pointed to her girl. They laughed heartedly, dapping each other up again. Soon after, the women headed out, making another stop for weed and liquor. They met up with Onyx and the team at Kay's in which they enjoyed the night without issue.

Three Days Later

Wednesday 7pm

Black Stone Square Park

Knees to chest, heads down, Onyx, Jacy, Flint's hands were cuffed zip tied behind their backs. They sat on the ground in an area that contained large amounts of debris. People of many walks of life slowed their pace to view what was going on. "I said don't fucking move. What are you hard of hearing? The white officer snapped. He stood tall, cocky. His hand was on his waist gripping the weapon, accompanied by a partner who was equally rude. Officer, can you tell us what the reason is please? Onyx asked calmly. I see you guys around here. You're not blending into the scene. You know why. The officer replied nastily in a heavy South Bostonian dialect. It's because we're young, handsome and Black. Jacy mumbled, fidgeting due to uncomfortability. Shut up man. Flint said to Jacy, annoyed at his loose cannon attitude. How many times are we going to get complaints about you harassing folks? Officer number one said. Sir, that's not true. We're out here minding our own business. Onyx added. He used the politest tone he could muster. Fingers numb. Can you loosen these cuffs man? Flint asked lifting his head. He gazed up at the officer whom outright ignored him. When are you going to get real jobs? Are your mothers proud of you? Probably not. Officer number two said looking down on them literally, figuratively. We have real jobs. Don't always assume. Jacy spoke with force blowing his breath out of frustration. Flint and Onyx mean mugged Jacy. They both figured for sure he was going to get them killed in broad daylight. Your buddy here's got a smart fucking mouth maybe i should put something in it! Officer number one raised his voice, yanking Jacy up from the ground by the hood disrespectfully. Yo! Y-y-yo! Get ya fuck'n hands off me dawg! Always gotta harass a nigga! Jacy called out, face twisted, furious that he was being handled in public. C'mon man he meant no harm! Uncalled for! Onyx shouted. Take us to jail man, fuck! Flint yelled as his chest pounded with vigor. Ain't so tough now are ya kid! Buddies can't save ya! Officer number two chimed in abruptly with a dirt bag smirk, taking enjoyment in the mistreatment. Worldstaarrr! A young Hispanic kid, skateboard type, yelled out. He started recording the incident with his cellphone. I'm so sick of this shit! We can't live in peace! Take the young man to jail or let'em go! A Black, salt and pepper hair, early sixties man had lost his temper. His body hunched over, trembled, holding a soiled brown paper bag. Power to the people! A flaky crackpot, disheveled elderly white woman squealed, using a walker inching her way closer to a better view. Officer number one viciously shook, jerked Jacy around gripping him by the hood. I'm not resist'n so why you doing this! Jacy raised his voice through clenched teeth, enduring the abuse. The old man's wrath was a force to be reckoned. Take the handcuffs off! Put ya gun down! I bet the little nigga give you a whooping ya mama'll remember! Sick of this shit! He called out in extreme aggravation, clear his blood pressure had skyrocketed. Relax J! Onyx blarred. He wished he could get free, blast the officer straight in the dome. Flint's head dropped to his chest, nervously shaking it side to side, biting down on his jaw to stop himself from lunging. Sit and keep your fucking mouth shut! The officer screamed. He dragged Jacy back to his original spot, threw him down. We'll let you go when we say so! Officer number two angrily said, turning toward the crowd. Carry on folks! Nothing to see here! Number two addressed the crowd with hand on his weapon. You carry the fuck on! I'm grown, pay taxes and dealt with this shit when ya grand daddy shot Medgar Evers! Now who wanna test me! The same elderly Black man spoke, arms flailing, pacing back and forth. He stomped his foot for emphasis, clear his medication was wearing off, meant business. We good old timer. Be easy. Onyx calmly said, meeting eyes with the old man. Nah, this on film my G. Black-Lives-Matter need to know about the foolery that's still taking place. Just doing my part. A skinny young Black twenties chimed in. He zoomed in with his phone, steadied himself like he was a professional videographer. His sneakers were torn, leaning to the side. If you think that organization ain't got shit to do with this ya lost my man. Onyx said, lips tight, eyes pierced on the skinny kid. Nah, far from it." The kid mumbled. He kept recording the incident. Onyx gave a dismissed look, shook his head, ignored him. The young men spent the next half hour searched, harassed, chastised by the officers. They were eventually let go without an arrest.

Same Evening

Wednesday

Mission Hill Projects

9:10pm

Bae shit's crazy today for real. You better talk to ya boy 'cause next time you might not be so lucky. Nyla said, lying across the bed painting her fingernails. I know. Onyx replied. He shook his head, recalled the details in his mind. His back was facing her, sitting on the edge of the bed counting a stack of wrinkled small bills and twenties. You're still giving me the down payment for my car right? She asked, looking at him. Do you think you deserve it? What do you mean? We playing dumb now? He stopped counting, arched his neck to look at her. Streets talk. Loyalty's always first. He continued. I knew he was going to tell you. I wasn't doing shit but eating with a friend. Tell Flint mind his damn business. Now if i pulled up, you would've been stuttering and shit not knowing what to say. He said, turning each bill to face upward. Maybe if you stop fuck'n with whatever her name is we can do something. Not whatever it is we do now. She returned with an attitude. I ain't ask you to cut ole boy off. We have an understanding and yes i got you on the payment. Thanks bae. I just want you to know i love you. Ain't no other dude sliding up in this. Too many diseases out there. That's what ya mouth say. "No it's the truth okay. My boutique requires undivided attention. Yall either Instagram thots, i mean models. He said with a light chuckle. ...or boutique sellers. Pretty much narrows it down right there. Well i don't fall in any of those categories simply because i say so. It might be a boutique online but i do shit differently. How? He questioned. If you have to ask then you ain't been paying attention and since we're talking about the gram tell me why ya chic's following me. Who? Onyx, don't play stupid. She got off the bed, sashayed to the dresser in a dope black bra and panty set. She strongly resembled R&B singer Ray Jay's wife Princess. I told you about that. He scorned, elevating from the bed. He left the money spread out on it, put his arms up, stretched, yawned. I can't help who want to see this sexy butter caramel chocolate everyday. Anyway, you're supposed to be keeping them bitches in line. Not me. She spoke with conviction, walked toward him. She kissed him on the lips darting her eyes around his. You giving me some tonight? He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist, squeezing her behind. Depends. On what? If you're staying. She dropped her voice down low pecking another kiss on his soft warm lips. The shape of them drove her crazy. I can't. Don't act brand new. He reacted, kissed the tip of her nose. Onyx, do you ever stop to think that i'm not going to wait around forever? I can't have nobody while you stay screwing this Lexi chic behind my back every time i don't pick up the phone. What kind of shit is that? Explain yourself. Nothing's behind ya back. I didn't come over here for a lecture and violins. He released a heavy sigh, let go of her body, dropping his arms by his side. She took two steps back. He walked to the other side of the bed, picked up money from it. You always seem to act funny when i talk about what i need. She squinted in agitation. Is that right? Yes. I gotta lot on my head right now. You're always bringing up the past. He barked, folding the money, sticking the knot in his designer backpack. Listen, whatever, if you don't want me to sweat the small stuff you gotta come big. Nyla put her hand on her hip, watched him zip his bag. If you love me, no stress, okay? I'm not trying to ride you like that but you need to be calling me back. Show me you want this. Time's precious. Ride this." He clutched his penis through his jeans, staring blankly into her eyes. He tossed the bag in the corner, kicked off his Jordans, unbuckled himself. She turned up her mouth smiling, eyes fixated on what he was about to expose. Their love making sessions were immensely satisfying, had her open for years. Both fell silent, studying each other's body language. She wondered when he'd be back after she gave him sex or if he'd make good on what she interpreted as a promise. It was a constant thought which never seem to leave her brain. Too many questions. Not enough answers.

Two Days Later

January 12

Friday 5:45pm

On The Way To Boston Logan Airport

You make sure you got my baby. He's my first and only son. If he's got a problem... Zaria said, darting eyes around traffic, anxiously gripping the top of the steering wheel with both hands. She floored the gas, drove over the speed limit. Flint interrupted. ..and he's like a brother to me. I'll let them take my life before his. He looked in the rear view mirror at Zaria's eyes from the driver side back passenger. See, this is why i wanted to leave you home. Onyx chimed in from the front passenger while turning Tupac's 'Ghetto Star' way up. Listen, i need to concentrate. Zaria forcibly said, reaching for the volume. She turned it back down. See, you do realize i'm being nice letting you drive right? Don't get ya privileges cut. Onyx stated to his mother. Please. Zaria chuckled, pressed the accelerator gunning down the boulevard. Ain't nothing wrong with being cautious for your child. Parents these days are too busy being internet gangsters not taking care of their own business. You see the end results of shit on the news every other day. Lexi replied, head down, going in and out of apps in her phone. She was sitting behind Onyx. Preach. Zaria cosigned, squinted her lips, jerked the steering wheel, banged a sharp left. Everyone's body swayed to one side, used to her erratic driving. How you sound? You're the queen of turn up girl. Flint said, glaring  at Lexi with a grin. He dropped his eyes to her body. Please, i'm young with no kids. Two different horses my dude. She responded playfully, smiled. Whateva. Flint said, waving his arm at her. Four days tops and i'm out. Them niggas be on some shit after a while. Onyx said, using his hands to gesture. "I really think you should change your mind. Something's going to go wrong. I feel uneasy for real. Zaria mentioned. She blew her breath, slowed the car for a red light. What i tell you about speaking certain things into existence? I know i'm your son but i'll be okay. Did this hundreds of times. Onyx relayed. He leered at his mother. Literally. Flint rang in. He's right ma. Lexi responded. Ya know this lady said to me you can't defeat the demons you enjoy playing with like the bitch knew my life. Now this woman has three sons. They all act like Lucifer's children. You can't give me no advice bitch. You're beneath me. Zaria said with attitude and a smirk. She talk'n about the lady with the fucked up leg! Lexi shouted with a giggle behind her voice looking over at Flint. Man, listen. Onyx said shaking his head. Jacy washed her fat son one night. Shit was funny and sad at the same damn time. Flint stated plainly. Everyone laughed. Then he big for no reason. I seen him. Lexi added shaking her head, watching the scenery from her window. Can't fight a lick. Onyx answered with a huge grin. Simone was calling his cell. He quickly hit the button before Lexi noticed. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the airport drop off. He and Flint hopped out, retrieved their luggage from the trunk. Everyone reluctantly offered their good-byes. Both women leaned up against Onyx's brand new off the showroom floor jet black Dodge Charger. They watched the young men walk away. It was as if it were their last of ever seeing them again. Onyx and Flint entered the airport lobby, close to disappearing in a crowd of staff and travelers. My son loves you. You know that right? Zaria's voice was loving, keeping eyes glued on the men. He's going to be alright. Don't worry. Lexi said with a forced smile. You ain't forgive him yet, huh? I have. Sometimes we have to let go of the past in order to heal. I'm not being corny, i'm just telling you from experience. I know. I'm serious. Mama Z, i hear you. Alright miss cutie pie, you drive. I might run us into a ditch i'm so hungry." Zaria joked. She opened the passenger door. Lexi made her way to the driver side. Clean, smooth, the vehicle's right side turn signal flashed. It pulled out into traffic, headed toward the airport's exit.

Same Day, Friday

January 12

11:45pm

Show & Tail Strip Club

New York

Multi-colored strobe lights, g-strings with dollar bills folded length-wise tucked in around the sides, high heels, waitresses, bartenders, bouncers peppered the dimly lit room. The smell of liquor, cheap perfume, cigarette smoke was strong in the air. Loud music of the most popular artists pumped through enormous house speakers. Ballers made their presence known, as money guns were visible, atmosphere saturated with floating green paper. Onyx and Flint walked in like young bosses. Dressed head to toe in the most high fashion designer apparel, jewels caught the eye of the hungriest dancers. A raised platform in the shape of a T was front and center of the club. In conversation, the young men walked up to the bar. Told him when and where. There should be no discrepancies because if there is, one phone call. I'm not playing no fuck'n games. Flint said. He motioned politely with his hand to the bartender. Their backs faced the bar half way. Yeah, he hit me earlier. We're straight. Onyx said. He shifted his eyes around, keen to suspicious behavior. What can i get you handsome gentlemen? The forties mediocre Hispanic woman asked while wiping the marble counter top with a towel, afflicted with rest-bitching-face. She chomped away at gum. Jack and Coke. Flint ordered. Guinness. Onyx requested, watching ass and tits dominate the room. Hey sexy. A young twenties, light skinned cute girl said with confidence, eyes locked on Onyx. Her breasts were medium, perky, thin waist, exceptionally huge ass. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a red, skin tight, soft butter leather dress, mid thigh. Twenty-inch honey ombre body wave hair complimented the outfit to a tee. Heels, jewelry extremely stylish, expensive. She brushed up against him. The area was packed. What up? Onyx acquainted. His eyes met hers. He dropped them to her body. I'll be back. Flint replied, looking at Onyx, grabbing his drink, headed in the direction of a guy he knew. Onyx nodded, took a swig of his drink. It seemed the house became more crowded by the minutes. People were talking shit swallowing spit enjoying themselves. A sea of cash streamed toward the floor, nearly blinding against flashing lights. I'm Mia and you are? The girl from before, a strong resemblance to actress Lauren London, asked leaning in close, shoulder to shoulder. A man enjoying himself. Onyx informed, nodding to the music, never taking eyes off the crowd. He spotted Flint which gave him comfort since he was able to see his partner afar. You must have nerves of steel. She said, taking a dainty sip of her Cosmo. How did you come to that conclusion? He looked at her. Full tat, neck, upper shoulders i think. Am I right? She was curious. Observant. Always. Okay. He added, watching another voluptuous attractive girl teeter by in a florescent yellow dental floss outfit with transparent six inch stripper heels. I have one on my inner thigh. My best friend talked me into it. Hurt like hell too. She smiled, reflecting on the past, sexily gyrating her hips to the music. I see. For me sweetheart, nothing a bottle of Henney couldn't fix. Where's your girlfriend? I know she didn't let a fine man like you come to a place like this alone. She trust me. Good ones are always taken. She spoke with seduction in her voice. Same question for you. Excuse me? Ya man. Sorry sweety doesn't apply to me. Interesting. He took another swig of his Guinness. Not really. Just wrong gender. She sexily moved her body in front of him to a Chris Brown hit. With a dancer hot on his heels, one he'd thrown a few bills at, Flint headed toward them. If you ever need assistance managing your accounts, let me know. I'm a financial consultant. I can make you richer. I'll let you get back to your friend. Don't be a stranger. Mia winked, showing off her beautiful gleaming white smile. She walked in the opposite direction. Onyx didn't speak a word in return. He allowed his sexy bedroom eyes end the conversation. He was used to women throwing themselves at him. Out-numbered. Flint reported, leaning into his boy's ear. First rule broken. That's that shit. For real. Onyx returned, slightly shifting in place doing his best to appear calm, collected. Their lips barely moved. They kept conversation on the low. What do you want to do? Flint asked. Didn't come all this way for nothing.

Same Evening, Friday

January 12

Marriott Courtyard

Room 2978

11:55pm

Lights dimmed, Trey Songz' 'Love Faces' played in the background, both groaning as the heat and sweat caused an enormous amount of juices that spread across their bodies, warm, sticky. Play wit' it, play wit' it...mmmm. Zaria moaned, throwing her head back in extreme sexual pleasure. She bounced feverishly up and down on Jacy's long hard dick. They sat in the same chair, her back to his chest, legs gaped eagle to the fullest. In fast pace, he plucked, fondled her clit, swiftly rubbing her nipples, back to her clit again. She arched her neck to kiss him, their tongues passionately wrestled, their limbs pawing at each other like a frantic octopus. Get up. He whispered, wrapping one arm around on top of her breasts. He repeatedly mashed her down on his dick, feeling the climax approach. "It's get'n ready to...shit. He mustered the strength to speak. Her pussy was so good to him, unable to contain himself. Fuck this pussy muthafuckah! She shouted as if she were possessed. She rubbed, cupped his balls simultaneously. She gave it to him like he'd never experienced. Damn i'm about to cum shiiih..." Her voice low, trembling, breathing out of control. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His stamina was non stop, flicking his fingers in a circular motion in and around her pussy, sliding his dick in, out. For the next two hours, Zaria took lead. They threw each other around the room, fucking like jack rabbits. Being loud, downing liquor, smoking chronic. They engaged in the forbidden harmonizing place they'd visited every time Onyx was away.

Later, 2am That Night

You do realize Onyx can never found out about us right? Zaria urged. She stood naked at the dresser putting ice cubes in a plastic cup. He'll never get over it. Feel fucked up about the shit. Shit's wrong man but people can't live for others. Jacy said. He squinted one eye, took a strong toke from a blunt. This ain't no love thing. I hope you understand that. She confessed, pouring water in the cup, walking to the bed. She sat where she was able to face him. Exhausted, she slowly elevated it to her lips and drank. We might be wrong though. He said inquisitively. No, Jacy. You're right about a lot of things but sweetheart, this isn't one of them. His father's not in the picture. He don't want to see you with nobody else. He's got mad love for us. But this will destroy him. I know my son. Damn. Think so? I really don't see that happening. This kind of shit? Yeah, i know him. I keep dreaming about him catching us some days i'm sick about it. She shook her head in distress. "You came onto me now i'm tangled up in some shit you started. He replied, scooting back toward the headboard. Listen, we can't turn the clock around. What's done is done. You got the answers but you need to ask yourself can you live without this dick? Can you live without me fuck'n the shit out'chu? Those are the real questions here. He joked, half smirk on his face. Please. It's this ass you can't do without. I had a life before you and guess what? She stared at him blankly. What? It goes on baby. I used to be gullible as the day is long but soon realized, you live, go through shit, then die. I feel you. Not trying to kill the mood but you better watch yourself. Stay up on child support. They're either shooting yall down or hauling niggas to jail. I don't want to see you locked. Jacy listened close, thinking about the lie he told about having an estranged child he was banned access to account for being missing in action. If i go, you gone bail me out? Ask them lil girls you be fuck'n with, shit. She chuckled at his absurd notion. The ones you be jealous about. He watched her reaction. Jacy, you got a lot to learn okay? She laughed. Teach me. Teach you so O can see me give you special attention? I don't have the time. In case you're somewhere in lala land i've been schooling every last one of yall about life. She reassured, threw up her hand. I want to marry you. You know that's what you want. Every woman want to be locked down by a smart handsome get-money dope boy you know what it is. Stop it. He got out of bed, pulled off the condom, tossed it in a wastebasket, walked over, stood directly in front of her. Dick aligned perfectly to her mouth. Jacy please slow ya role okay? She gently pushed him back, rose from the bed, planted a kiss on his lips. I bring in that paper. Someday ya gonna take me serious and guess what? He added, secretly admiring her backside when she walked to the front of the bed. You're going to choose a bust down? J, you better get your mind right. There's never a moment to play with your life. Never. You want to be my mother or my girl? Pick a side. It's not about what you get. It's about what you become."

Three Days Later

Monday 3:30pm

Luxury Inc.

Newbury Street

Boston

Is this it? Simone asked looking at the Yellow pages on her phone, then to the building in front of her. I think so. The sign says open but it look closed inside. Lexi said. She walked up to the glass, stared in, hoping to see signs of movement. I don't know why you're doing this girl. You're just trying to get caught. Simone added, cheesing at a well dressed, early-thirties Harvard type Black guy who was engulfed in a phone call, face void of friendliness. "Maybe if you learn to live a little in the right way you wouldn't be so uptight worrying about my life. Girl, my mama raised me already okay? Lexi stated. Oh hello! Waiting for Dartanian are we? A British female voice said from a couple of feet away. The girls' heads rotated simultaneously, greeted by a wide-eyed Caucasian woman with two huge healthy Doberman Pinschers. The dogs were on fancy leashes. She resembled Meryl Streep, draped in money, top to bottom. Yes. Does he go by appointments only? The site said walk-ins welcome. Lexi reciprocated. She modified the sound of her voice to sound educated. During the exchange, Simone wore a strange smile, laughed at her friend inside. Well, i'm unsure but you've certainly come to the right place. You're in splendid hands my dears! The woman said convincingly. She lifted her voice, flashed her over-priced shiny veneers. The owner of the place finally appeared. Please, please forgive me. You see, i am at your feet. Welcome, enter ladies! A flamboyant, artsy white gentleman said, abruptly opening the door to the establishment Lexi inquired. His skin was doused in spray tan. The woman with the dogs greeted him. Hello dawling! We were starting to think you'd run away to that gorgeous little gem you keep hidden from the authorities. How's the family? Send my love will ya? Tah Tah! She spoke upbeat to the guy, throwing her arm up like a professional bull fighter, pulling the leashes to her dogs who showed signs of restlessness. Simone and Lexi looked at each other, smiled, entertained by people who obviously lived entirely different lives than they did. The girls walked in, mesmerized by the eclectic, unique decor of the shop. Every inch of it reeked expensive. The plot thickens honey! You want the short version well here it is... The man said to the white woman. He mashed his eyes together, moved his neck like a snake, stepping closer to indicate she could get the tea if only she'd literally meet him halfway. Lexi's phone rang. It was the third call within two minutes. She fished it out her bag, made a face at the screen. I bet that's Onyx. Simone said, picking up a miniature trinket of an elephant. Yep. It's him. I'm not going to answer. Why not? He's not face timing. So. So, he usually does. If he's not then the shit looks suspect. Lexi grimaced, noticed the guy was still running his mouth outside. And you not answering the man's call that don't raise flags or... Simone's sarcasm was evident. Not really. He knows i don't play when it comes to my beauty rest. Interesting. No, what's interesting is this Beverly Hills wanna-be is still running his soup coolers out there. Lexi said, expelling a tired breath then stared at her sexy reflection in a huge gold lamp. They're actually hugging. He's crying. See for yourself. Simone pointed at the entrance glass door, turning up her lips. You have clients. You pick now to spill your life story? Lexi exclaimed. Girl we're Black in 2017. You think these motherfuck'n losers care? We should walk right passed these rude people and say fuck it. Simone waved dismissively, reached into her bag for her cell. I promised Blaze. I have to keep my word. Lexi informed. What does this man have over you besides dick and money? Like i need another reason to fuck with him. Those are the two majors. Get'cha life betch." The girls broke out in laughter, slapped hands.

Same Monday

3:30pm

Queens, New York

5 Star Upscale Soul Food Restaurant

Onyx hit the end button on his cell. He'd called Lexi three times. Didn't receive an answer. I don't want to get anyone in trouble. Mia said politely. She gazed over her wine glass. You think i'd invite you out if i was in the wrong up to no good? He asked boldly, sitting across from her at a warm cozy table. His eyes were low, sexy, planting them on a woman he found extraordinarily tantalizing. The setting was private, quiet, decor beauteous. There were a few couples peppered throughout the restaurant, deliberate for heightened intimacy. There's something mysterious about you. Can't quite put my finger on it. She admitted. Maybe you weren't meant to. Some things best left to figure out as you go. I see what you're saying but I never was one for surprises. I like to know what's goin on. Be in control of things. She grinned. They'd finished their entrees and was having dessert. Can i be honest with you? She asked innocently. Yeah. If a man has a woman and I know, like he's told me straight up i rarely go on a second date. This isn't a date. He stated frankly with a poker face, dead eyes. Excuse me? You heard me. Um, okay what was that? That was quite rude. Then what do you think this is? She said with a tinge of annoyance, taken aback by his response. You gotta be willing to come out your comfort zone if you're interested. I'm not sure if i am anymore. She rolled her eyes. How old are you? He asked directly. You're kidding right? Not even a little. How about you have a girlfriend and i'm not down with that Mr. Onyx. You had a life before me right? He reminded while looking at a cute female waiter behind her seat in which the waiter winked at him. He shifted eyes back to Mia. I'm actually in a relationship. She informed with a lie, a smirk, studying his facial expression. And i don't chase women. "You called me, remember? She stressed. Doesn't mean anything. If it weren't for you running into me by the restroom at the club... She used air quotes for the word running. ...we wouldnt've exchanged numbers. You asked me, not the other way around. Okay, your point is? You obviously want something. A date's the first step. We don't know each other. No professional ties so... He interrupted. Not yet. I mean you did say you're a finance analyse or something like that right? Financial consultant, yes. Tell me. He said, taking a bite of his four tier velvet cake. He kept his eyes situated on her. What? She batted her natural lashes, indulging in another sip of wine. What do you see? I'm mysterious and i heard that part but what do you really see? Oh, i don't think you want the truth. Most can't handle it so let's not even cross the bridge. She playfully said. You're intelligent, bored, need some good dick. That's what my eyes see. He whispered sexily, leaned in close, allowing her to catch a glimpse of his love-making face. She didn't say a word. She stared at him with a half smile, unable to conceal what she was feeling. There were so many women at the club that night. What made you choose me? I didn't. He returned a blank look. Please. For real. You're enjoying this huh? She inquired sexily. I mean if you say so but you spoke to me first sweetheart. Well, technically yeah but you wanted me to. Don't front. Her voice was sweet, slipping a tiny bite of cheesecake into her mouth. Listen, i'm going out the country soon. I want you to go with me. He extended himself. You don't even know me. I'll ask someone else. It's cool. No, i'll think about it. Where? Nah, you only get one invitation sweetheart. He smiled. I can't with you. She laughed and waved. It's a present to myself. Wanted a special lady to experience it with me. I'm dying to know where. Mia gushed. I know you don't like surprises but i'll hook you up with the info later. Okay." A satisfied, yet inquisitive look was offered on her end.

Four Days Later

Friday 8pm

The Bedroom

Exhausted from the New York trip, Onyx finally arrived home, was in no mood to entertain. Unless they were talking money, he often reserved a space to collect his thoughts. He headed straight toward his bedroom, shut the door, locked it. A part of him very much enjoyed coming into an empty house to regroup, figure out his next move. He dropped his luggage on the floor, noticed there was a sticky note attached to his laptop screen. He read it.

Onyx,

Going to Mohegan with the girls. Dinner's in the fridge, take trash out, no parties, call you later.

Love You,

Ma XOXOXO

He shook his head, smiled, but on the other hand knew it was long over-due to cop his own place. He'd made way more than enough to leave. Instead, per his mother's advisory, decided to take precautionary measures before relocating. In present thought, he wondered why his mother didn't shoot him a text. Even though cell phones had been out for years she still did some things the old-fashion way. He snatched the note from the screen, turned on his bluetooth. A new school rapper's song projected from the speaker. Minutes later one of the two cells he owned rang. He checked the screen, answered.

Onyx: Yeah.

Caller: Hey, i got your number from Jacy.

Onyx: Ahite, what do you want?

Caller: A couple of twenties.

Onyx: Okay...and?

Caller: Didn't he tell you i was going to call?

Onyx: He told me you wanted to borrow some money. I got you. How many twenties you need?

Caller: Four.

Onyx: Any friend of his is a friend of mine. Consider it an old debt to him on my end.

Caller: Thanks.

Onyx: One hour and i'll slide through.

Caller: My street's sort of tricky.

Onyx: That's what gps is for. Text the info.

Caller: Cool. Lock my number. I want to pay you soon as i can. Feel me?

Onyx: I don't care what the clock says. After i leave, hit me when you're ready to settle. I'm always around.

Caller: No problem.

Onyx: Ahite, my man.

Three Days Later

Monday 6:30pm

Hyde Park, Mass.

I'm so angry at this brotha. He's smart but stupid, c'mon now. The presiding judge's definitely practicing white supremacy but why be so cocky if you're now on the same side of the bullshit? You're not a judge at that point. They see you as a criminal. Zaria said. She walked to the sofa with a glass of Chardonnay in hand. Music played, tv going, the usual cipher in full swing. They ain't changing the system unless we overturn it. Onyx said, counting a stack of bills. Somebody set him up. They want him out. Flint chimed, eyes plastered on a sixty inch plasma. He held the latest expensive game controller, heavily concentrated on combination kicks. Damn, a Black male judge from North Cackalaka. I saw the video. He's giving that white judge the business. Jacy said, finally taking lead in score on the game he and Flint were playing. They sat on the floor next to each other, always in competition. It went viral. It's going to happen again. Watch. Lexi said. Seconds later she grinned ear to ear. She looked at her phone, toggled from social media to personal inbox. Blaze sent filthy sexually explicit messages, Simone sent links of hilarious Youtube videos. Judges think they have the right to make their own rules based on the fucked up law. Twist shit and find loopholes for their benefit. Niggas ain't slick. Onyx related. He pulled a strong toke from a blunt, Sour Diesel weed, impeccably rolled by himself. He made his way to the sectional, sat down, blew a ring in the air. The diameter was close to perfect. How they get away with the shit's beyond ridiculous. Jacy noted. What do you mean? It's their world. We just live in it. Flint shot back. He was arrested for D.U.I. No evidence was obtained to actually charge him. He withheld the breathalyzer. Zaria informed. They can't convict without evidence right? Lexi asked, sitting on her man's lap. "They can do whatever the fuck they want. Onyx said, bopping his head to the music. He handed the blunt to Lexi. She barely inhaled, taking a small toke. She stood, tapped Flint on the shoulder, stretched her arm to hand it to him. After, she rested in a chair across from everyone. Right. Zaria added, squinted, studied Jacy's lined up waves from behind, secretly thinking about how good he ate her pussy and when she'd let his big dick slide inside her again. Yall need to do ya research. If you're Black or any other race besides white, they're finding a way to keep you in the system. We were never free. Open ya eyes. Onyx's philosophical intellect emerged. Preach my dude! Jacy called out, raising his arm, balling up his fist. I got plans. Trust. Onyx whispered. He shut his eyes, let his head fall back, zoning out to one of his favorite Eric Bellinger songs. Love it when you kick the knowledge bae. It's so sexy. Lexi gazed at her man, winked, blew a kiss at him. He opened his mouth, slowly moved his tongue letting her know what was going down between them in the bedroom later. Do that shit somewhere else or get a room or something. Zaria playfully said to her son's direction. He cheesed at his mother. If you want grand kids better let us do what we need to do. I'm just saying. Lexi let it be known. She rose from her seat, elegantly walked over to her man again, laid a gentle kiss on his lips. Onyx attempted to slip his tongue in her mouth. Lord knows i love yall but shit there's just some things a mother don't want to imagine okay? Zaria's statement followed Lexi's words. You cheat'n bastard! Flint excitedly yelled out. He pushed Jacy in the shoulder. When you gone realize who the real mvp is! You can't beat the champ. I told you! Jacy shouted with a huge smile, basking in the glow of victory. His mouth sparkled. The shine on his bottom grill was  distracting. Aye! Those with passion make the impossible happen! That's what ya witnessing folks! Flint shouted. He picked up his Heineken bottle, chugged. Feeling the embarrassment nigga? Yeah, drink up." Jacy added, laughing, staring at his defeated opponent. The women broke out in laughter. Onyx remained quiet in a world of his own.

Five Hours Later

11:30pm

Every night i ask myself why do the stuff that hurt us the most is always relevant? Lexi spoke with sadness. She laid in bed next to Onyx. They were smoking weed, both naked under covers, thirty minutes after making love. The atmosphere was soothing, on point. Two aroma candles lit the room. Bryson Tiller's music projected in low volume. I hear what ya saying but why is it so hard to laugh but easy to cry? Especially for women. He asked, studying the ceiling with a lot on his mind. I don't know. I've been trying to figure it out for the longest. We're emotional I guess. All I know is when you lose someone close to your heart that's when everything changes. She said. True. More people pray for the downfall rather than see you win. All these miserables walking around it's crazy. Like they really want to see us crash and burn. . She added. My circle's small. You already... He said. She interrupted. I love you O. Always remember that. I got mad love for you too. He laid half a joint in an ash tray on his nightstand. He passed it to her. You better not cheat on me again. I'm serious. She warned, releasing a deep sigh. She sexily put the joint to her lips, inhaled with elegance, like a tv star waiting to shoot a scene. She sat the tray down on her side. I'm hip okay. We don't need to visit this again. So what happened in New York? You never tell me anything. Same ole shit Lex. I do business then come home. He pretended to clear his throat from the marijuana smoke. Omittance of the truth was the real culprit. You can go with me next trip if you want. Yeah, but you always leave me stuck in some hotel room talking about you don't want to put me in no danger. I be bored to death. She planted eyes on the side of his head. If something happens to you, i'm responsible. He angrily pointed to himself. Not necessarily. How you figure? He asked defiantly. I'm smart. You're hella street savvy. Your boys are your personal henchmen. It ain't gone happen. Period. Even though you can be crazy as hell, i love how you speak positivity into existence. One of the reasons why you're my queen. He grabbed her hand, kissed it. I know i say this all the time bae but my mother was a good woman. The best to ever do it. I get it from her. I'll never let her memory die. Yeah, no doubt. God rest her soul. He lovingly said, however, even though he adored beyond measure his own earth who gave him life, he was tired of her talking about her deceased mother. Oh she's definitely resting peacefully baby. C'mon a woman like that? Heaven ain't big enough that's why she come down and visit. I be hear'n her all around me. Knock'n over things. I just carry on 'cause i know it's her. Right. He agreed reluctantly. But without the woman who raised me i don't know how i would be doing in life right now. For real. Speaking of mothers, when is yours going to let you grow up? She can't even stand to see us kiss. Ya know, she pour all her love on her only baby boy. Can't fault her for it. If you had a kid it'd be hard for you to imagine yours having sex and living its own life. He got up from under the covers. He walked to the dresser, picked up a soiled brown paper bag, pulled out a half eaten steak sub. I understand. I love Z believe me but we need to start taking steps to our future. Lexi connected eyes with his. I know. He took a huge bite of the sub, walked back to the bed, got under the covers again. Her eyes followed his