Vicious Is The Name That They Gave Me: A Philly Story Page 4

  “Be a Ridah,” I said easily. Don’t I make it sound so easy?

  “That’s it?” she asked as if she wanted more, because if she did, I can give her more.

  “Yup, be a Philly Ridah,” I said showing her my tattoo on my neck. Everyone who is on my squad has Tha Philly Ridah’s tattooed on their neck. She was next. In case she didn’t know.

  “Ride with us and get whatever you want. You don’t have to worry about anything,” I offered.

  “Alright, I’m down with that. Who else is on the squad? She asked. Vicious and her damn questions!

  “You’ll see when you come to our meeting which is tonight at midnight,” I said as we walked back in to the house.

  “And I have to get that tattoo on my neck?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  When we got back inside, we shook hands. Vicious said she was going to the bathroom. I told her to make herself comfortable. I went upstairs into one of the bedrooms.

  “Did she fall for it?” Dollah asked. I turned around and he was standing at the bathroom door naked. He was turning me on. Dollah was thirty-two and had the body of a twenty-something year old model. He had a dark brown complexion with fine waves through his hair. His muscular abs reminded me of Morris Chestnut. He had tattoos all over his body from his neck down to his stomach. This mother fucker had all the ladies wanting him. I knew Dollah messed around and so did I. But we made a promise to each other that we would come home to one another at the end of the day.

  “Yeah, she did. Is Constance taken care of? I asked him taking off my clothes and began to walk towards him.

  “Yup, her ass is done. Why don’t you bring that caramel sexy ass body over to daddy?” he asked. As I continue to walk over to him, I took the rest of my clothes off. It it’s one thing I know, there is no other bitch on this God giving universe that could please Dollah the way I did and that’s final. He lay on the bed as I crawled on top of him. Making my way to him, I licked every part of his body, from the bottom of his legs to the top of his things to the center where his manhood stood up.

  “He’s happy to see you,” Dollah joked. I grabbed his dick and took him into my mouth and slowly released it. Took it back in my mouth, slurped a few times and released it again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back

  “I’m happy to see him too,” I said. I gave Dollah the best head he ever imagined. Like I said, no other female could please him better than me. He let out moan after moan. I had Dollah’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. I had that niggah making all types of sounds. I stopped sucking his dick and got on top of him and rode him like it was going to be his last. He cupped my butt with his hands and pushed himself inside of me. He continued to go deeper and faster.

  “…….uhhhh….uhhhh…..uhhh…….uhhhhhhhhh…….uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh……………..oooohhhhh……..oooohhhhh……God……………..ooohhhhhhh…..uuuhhh….Shit…………uh huh…..uh huh….yea………yes…..yes…..like that……uhhhh…shit…don’t stop….

  I whined as he penetrated his penis inside me.

  “uuuhhhh……..hhhhhaaaaa……,” I whined harder as we both were fucking each other. He turned me over and laid my back on the bed and did my favorite missionary style.

  “Yes daddy, do what you do best. Fuck me,” I screamed as he did what I asked. After we were finished he went in to the bathroom to clean the scent of our love making off his body. I laid on the bed and started to think about the great sex we always have. Almost every day we meet up and get it going. When we would meet each other in the house and get it going. The sound of a cell phone disturbed my reminiscing about our sex life. It was Dollah’s cell phone going off. I looked at the caller ID.

  “Who the fuck is this?” I guess I’ll answer it. “Hello,” I greeted so ignorantly.

  “Hi, can I speak to Darius?” she asked. No, you cannot speak to Darius. No one has ever called Dollah by his government, not even me. She had to be close to him. But I am still not going to let her speak to him. Who the fuck does she think she is.

  “Uh, you got the wrong number,” I lied and hung up. She called back again. What does she want? I figure I should at least find out who she is and what she was calling for. Don’t they call that phone manners? I guess.

  “Hello,” I still gave an ignorant tone.

  “Hi, is Darius there?” she asked as her tone became tenser. I know she is not getting hype with me because I can bang on her ass again. It will not be a problem.

  “Who is this?” I asked rudely.

  “This is Paris,”

  “Paris from where?” I questioned. She started to laugh. I do not understand what she thought was so funny.

  “What do you mean from where? I’m his fiancé,” She stated. My heart dropped. He was engaged? When did this happen? Where was I? So he is trying to act like a ballah? How are you calling me wifey and have a fiancé on the side? He’s a real dickhead. You know I am okay with the side whores, but wife? Niggah got me fucked up.

  “You said you his fiancé?’ I repeated. I wanted to make sure I heard what she exactly said correctly.

  “That’s what I said,” She replied ignorantly. Oh, this chick wants to get smart? I bet if we were in the street with this and I’m about to whip her ass, she wouldn’t get smart. I bet she wouldn’t.

  “Well, I’m his wife. I’m pretty sure you slept with him right?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I did earlier today as a matter of fact,” She said sarcastically It’s as if she’s reminiscing about it while I’m on the phone.

  “You know the C on the left side of his chest?” I questioned.

  “Yea, the one I sucked on… okay what about it?”

  “That stands for my name, Chanelle bitch. Get it right. Call his phone again, I’m going to find you and fuck you up,” Click. This Paris had some nerve to be calling Dollah, I mean Darius. I walked into the bathroom and opened the shower door. He has some explaining to do. Niggah better start talking.

  “Chanelle, what are you doing?” he asked.

  “Who the fuck is Paris, huh? Who is she?” I asked in an interrogating tone.

  “Who’s Paris?” he played dumb. I am too old for the little games. He better stop playing with my intelligence. He must not know I will slaughter his ass all over this bathroom.

  “Niggah, don’t play stupid. Who is she? Who is she Dollah? Is she one of your little hoes who doesn’t know her place?” I asked pushing him into the bathroom wall.

  “What is wrong with you? I don’t know Paris?” he said. My gut is telling me is lying. Deep down inside I feel like he is lying. This niggah is lying.

  “You don’t know Paris? Well apparently she knows you, your government, and your body. So that means you are lying. I’m going to ask you on more, time Dollah. Who the hell is Paris?” my anger grew and so did his. I did not understand why he is getting mad. He’s the one that got caught. Dumb ass niggah can’t even cover up his tracks. He can get mad all he wants. He took the towel to wrap around himself and stepped towards my face as he walked out the shower.

  “Who the fuck do you think you are questioning me? Do you run shit? You don’t run anything, so get the fuck out of my face,” he said pushing me with his shoulders as he walked away. Oh so you want to push me huh? I have something for that ass. I hate it when people make me go to extreme measures. I did not appreciate the way Dollah was treating me at the moment. Come to think about it, he has been acting funny lately. You know on some sneaky shit; like we’re grown. Who has time for that bullshit? I thought I should give him one more time to answer my question correctly. He’s playing with my intelligence. I don’t care if he’s the boss, the King, the empire, or the master. Fuck all those titles, they do not mean shit to me. I see he’s going to make me fuck him up.

  “Dollah, who is Paris?” I asked him softly while I waited patiently for him to answer. He ignored me. He is going to be sorry he did that. I went to the side of the bed where I hid my gun and pulled it out. As I
cocked the gun he turned around.

  “What are you going to do, shoot me?” he asked laughing.

  “I wouldn’t laugh if I was you. I’m not playing with you,” I told him.

  “You wouldn’t shoot me. As many times you jumped on this dick,” He said grabbing his manhood. I do love his dick. But he shouldn’t get conceited with it. I will blow his shit off and jump on another dick. There are plenty of dicks in the world. When is he going to realize that? I pointed the gun at his dick.

  “You wouldn’t even dare to do it,” He said.

  “You’re right. I do love you. But I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I’m cool with you getting engaged to someone else when we were supposed to have that life. Do you see how I got an issue with that? No, you will never get that,”

  “I have shit to do, so what’s your point?’ He said as he started to put his boxers on.

  “Stop playing with me. Who is the bitch that is claiming you?” I grew impatient. He didn’t answer. I shot him close to his dick. The next one will be his dick. I promise.

  “Ahhhh…hhh” he whined like a little ass girl. He tested me and I told him not to. I told him not to fuck with me, he chose to. All he had to do was be honest. Be real. He isn’t a real man if he can’t own up to his shit. I walked over to him, while he lay on the floor as he bled from his wound. Damn. That is a lot of blood coming out of you.

  “See niggah, I told you not to play with me. Didn’t I tell you, huh? See what happens when you try my patience? I get angry and shoot you. You’re about to be dead in five seconds,” I teased and watch him bleed to death. Bye bye niggah. I didn’t worry about someone hearing the gun shot. I had a silencer on my gun. I alerted Retta to come up to the room. As I went through his pockets, I pulled out stacks of his cash. It had to be five thousand dollars. I heard a knock at the door. I went over to let Retta in.

  “Is it over?” Retta asked. Retta knew the whole scheme. Truth is, I knew Dollah has been fucking Paris’ trifling ass since day one. I’ve never seen what she looked like. But I’m going to meet her one of these days. I had already seen the text messages from way back when they started their fling. Dollah is very superstitious and always has his security with him. I needed a way to get him by himself. And he’ll never turn down pussy especially mine.

  “Yeah, that bitch called twice too,” I said as she helped me we wrapped the covers around his body. We dragged Dollah’s body under the bed. No one would notice the body until a few days later.

  “You should have capped her ass, too,” She suggested.

  “How, if I don’t know what she looks like?” I asked ignorantly. The fucking dumbness I’m dealing with today.

  “Oh yeah!” she laughed. I forgot,” she joked

  “Where is Kassidy?” I asked.

  “She’s down the hall,” Retta said.

  “Let me go get her while you clean this up,” I ordered and she accepted it. I left out the room and went down the hall. I went outside to the balcony and there were Kassidy and C-Roc smoking weed.

  “Where is Vicious?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know,” She said shrugging her shoulders. Kassidy was so high I don’t think she understood what I had asked her. Let me try Roc. He looks like he got some sense still.

  “Roc, where is Vicious?” I asked him

  “The last time I saw her, she was going to the bathroom,” He answered.

  “Alright, thanks,” I turned around and went towards the bathroom. As I walked back past the room, Retta came out.

  “Where are you about to go?” she said closing the door behind her.

  “I’m trying to find Vicious. Roc told me she was headed towards the bathroom,” I told her.

  “I’m going to roll with you,” She said walking with me. I nodded.

  When we got to the bathroom, we saw Vicious fighting a girl. I thought she could not fight and had just mouth. I thought wrong. She has boxing game. Okay, Vicious was beating this girl's ass. Damn. All we saw was blood running down from her face.

  “Damn, Chanelle, Vicious is fucking her up,” Retta said. We stood there for about five minutes and watched Vicious fuck her up. It was like watching a boxing match. Rumors must have gone around about the fight, because more girls began coming into the bathroom. Out of nowhere, some girls busted in from the middle of the crowd and pulled Vicious off the girl, but Vicious was still pulling the girl hair and punching her. Finally, Vicious let go, after a couple of more hits.

  “Kiyah, how did you let this dumb bitch beat you up?” the girl asked her. Her voice sounded familiar. But it wasn’t registering yet.

  “I didn’t know she can fight,” The girl Kiyah had blood pouring from out her mouth. It looked like a water fountain just with blood. “Didn’t you say you want me to whip Kassidy’s ass?” Kiyah asked. Wait, pause. Did she just say my sister’s name?

  “Yeah, but you were fighting the wrong girl. That wasn’t Kassidy,” The girl with the familiar voice said trying to help her. I feel like it was time for me to step in and figure out who has a problem with my sister.

  “Whoever has a problem with Kassidy can step up,” Retta spoke quickly. Both of the girls turned around. I know this girl. It was Tonya’s smut ass. I should have known she had something to do with this. This is like her MO. I saw Kiyah’s face. I should let Vicious finish her off, just off the strength. I don’t like that smut ass bitch.

  “Whhhaaat?” Kiyah said. I know she heard what Retta said. The bitch wants to play dumb.

  “Whoever has a problem with Kassidy can step right here,” I repeated for Retta.

  “I do,” Tonya said.

  “You roach looking bitch. So you send one of your little friends who doesn’t have hands, no box game to do your work? Now I see why you don’t come outside, you’re so fucking ugly. If you have a problem with my sister bitch, come to me? Come to me and watch me drag your ass all over this fucking place. Why don’t you fucking die,” I said. Everyone started to make noise. See what separates me from some of these girls out here. I say what I mean and I do what I say. If I say I’m going to fuck you up, a bitch better watch out because I am really going to fuck her up. And I’m not playing. Let me get the fuck out of here, she don’t want my work. I took Vicious by her hand and Retta followed as we left the bathroom.

  “Are you alright?” I asked Vicious.

  “Yeah, I’m good. She was looking at me sideways ever since we came in here,” Vicious said.

  “Chanelle, Tonya was sending Kiyah to fight Kassidy? What would she want with Kassidy?” Retta asked. That is a good question.

  “That’s what I am about to find out,” I said. After we found Kassidy, we had to find Essence next.

  “Where is Essence?” I questioned.

  “I saw her leaving a while ago,” Kassidy answered.

  “Fuck her, we’re out,” I said as we walked toward my car.

  I thought it would be a good idea to question Kassidy later on. I am going to give her some time to get her thoughts together, because I know she heard about what happened. We went to Tha Philly Ridahs Headquarters. By the end of the night, I’m going to question her ass. I didn’t fret about ignorance from Kassidy. She shows me respect. Our mother was never really around and I’m all Kassidy has. And if Kassidy wants to continue to live the good life she is living currently, she better tell me what is going on. I never laid a finger on her, I never had to. She would always listen. Now, she’s a little grown and getting a couple of dollars. I hope her respect for me is still in place. Hmm

  Chapter 5

  Kareema

  Once we arrived where Tori was, there were cops,

  ambulances, and firefighters.

  “What happened now?” I questioned myself. I pulled up in front of the house as close as I could. With the cops and the ambulances, the closest I got was across the street. I got out and went in. I spotted Tori sitting on the steps crying.

  “Tori, what happened?” I asked her. When Tori looked up at me, he
r face was draining with tears. “They killed her,” she stuttered and cried at the same time. Who killed who?

  “Who, Tori? Who got killed?” I asked sitting on the step next to where she was.

  “Constance,” She said crying harder.

  “Oh my God, Constance?” my eyes started getting watery. I couldn’t cry right now. I had to be strong for Tori. I held Tori in my arms. Right now is not the best time to ask questions about Constance. Tori couldn’t even explain the details if she wanted to. She would let out each word little by little. I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring her. I kept my arms around her as she cried out her pain. I can wait until she is ready to tell me.

  “Excuse me, ma’am,” The officer said to me. I looked up at the male officer.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “Did you know the victim, Constance Jefferson?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I kept it brief with the officer.

  “Can you tell me who would want to hurt her?” he asked pulling out his notepad. He was ready to write down anything I would be willing to say. I had a gut feeling Dollah had something to do with Constance being murdered. I did not want the cops to go after Dollah. I want to go after him myself. Bitch ass niggah, I swear.

  “No, I don’t. She is such a sweet girl. I don’t think she had any problems, well not any that I know of,” I told the officer. When I see Dollah, I was going to hand it to him.

  “Alright, well if you think of anything, please give us a call,” He said handing me his card.

  “Okay,” I took it and put it in my wallet.

  Tori was able to get back to normal. She was the type that did not play when it came to messing with her family. Then again, who would not act out if someone messed with their family? Tori and Constance are cousins.

  “Are you alright?” I asked her. She began to wipe her face with her hoodie.

  “Yeah. Dollah knew what was going to happen and still didn’t do anything. What type of crazy shit is this? I thought we are supposed to look out for each other. Hold each other down,” She laughed.

  “You know, when I see Dollah I’m going to fuck him up. I’m tired of him and his fucked up ways. I can’t sit back any more and keep letting these things happen. Constance is my family, what the fuck,” Tori said angrily. Constance should have been with us. Constance should not have been left alone with Dollah. What happened tonight made me think about Vicious. She could be next.