Daddy's House by Azarel Read Free Book Online

hopped up, charged to the left, and did a flip over the back of the couch. Contemplating my next action, my body shook like a vibrating dildo. Whoever was on the other side of the door was serious about getting in. My heart pounded as I thought back to my New Jersey attack. These people really wanted me.
    "Tracey, let me the fuck in," another voice shouted.
    Next thing I knew, Tracey let a smile slip through her mouth and headed for the door. When she opened it, a young boy looking like he hadn't reached puberty yet walked briskly in the door.
    "Winky, I'ma fuck yo ass up?" Tracey belted.
    "Why? You shoulda opened the damn door."
    "You out there knocking like the damn police."
    "I got it like that…remember, I paid the rent up in this mufucka last month."
    "Get yo high- ass outta here."
    I stood all the way up figuring things were okay. When I looked Winky in his eye, I could tell he had been smoking. He smelled like a truck load of weed, and walked real jittery all over the apartment.
    "Look, I gotta go," Tracey announced. "Whatchu got for me?"
    "A lil' somethin', somethin'."
    "Somethin' what? You ain't gettin' no ass."
    "Who want your stale- ass pussy? The whole neighborhood had it all ready.”
    Winky laughed, then asked me if I wanted to smoke a blunt with him. I just shook my head.
    Tracey grabbed Winky's weed smelling ass to the front door. "I'll be back," she said to me. "Winky take yo simple ass home," she ended.
    The front door slammed hard when they left. Tracey never even turned back to look me in my face. Some hospitality , I thought, bringing all these simple ass niggas in her house. And Luke, he can forget about me .
    I felt like I was being pimped, but knew I wasn’t gonna work the streets or live in a run down spot like Tracey’s. I was determined to make a way for myself, even if I had to resort to getting in touch with Agent Barnes. Without a dime to my name, I showered, fixed my hair, and made room to lie on the wobbly cloth couch, waiting for Tracey to come back.
    By the time she came in, I had one eye open, praying it wasn’t another ambush. My eyes opened wide when a fairly thin guy stumbled past me. His face couldn’t be made in the darkness, but the smell of Hennessey reeking from his pores filled the air. Between knocking down pictures and bumping into the furniture, Tracey guided his way, cursing him out in the process. I expected her to come back out and introduce us after he made it to the room.
    Instead, twenty minutes later, she peeped out from her door in a freaky laced outfit, and turned off the hall light. The moment her door closed, I shut my look-out eye, and drifted into a light sleep.
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
    The next morning, a crunching sound woke me up early. A shabbily dressed guy, who resembled Terrance Howard from the movie Hustle and Flow stared me in the face. He sat in an oversized bean bag, peeling an apple with a sharp looking knife. My eyes damn near busted through my head.
    “ This Luke,” Tracey said, walking up behind him. “Luke, this my cuz, Candice. Didn’t I tell you she was a dime piece, real fineeeeeeeee,” she bragged.
    I looked at Tracey like I wanted to kill her, not just because she had a wannabe hustler in front of me, but also because I hated the way she dragged her words sometimes, and always ended with a smack.
    Luke never took his eyes off of me. He just kept mumbling, “Umph…umph…umph…oh, yeah, we gotta winner.”
    I stretched, and wiped the crust from my eyes. I’d obviously slept all night, and good too. My nervousness slowly went away, but his demeanor still made me feel a little uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure why, ‘cause he wasn’t the type of guy I would normally be fearful of. As a matter of fact, his Louisiana twang didn’t make me think he was harmful at all.
    “ She might work,” he told Tracey.
    “ Might? Hell, my cuz is pretty as shit,” she responded.
    “ I heard you were a snitch,” Luke blurted out, while taking