Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest by Corie Allen Read Free Book Online Page A

of the less I still had things weighing heavy on
my mind. I stepped out of the shower and she
stepped in. I sat on the fresh bed and started cracking
the dutch she'd sat on the table. There was also some
weed that smelled half ass aight. I rolled it up and sat
it on top of the air conditioner so that it would quickly dry up. She got out of the shower and plopped
down on the bed. She re lotioned herself and then me.
We sparked up the dutch and laid back blowing. I
caught her smiling and it turned into laughter. I was
puzzled. I wanted to be in on the joke.
“What are you laughing about?” I asked her.
Looking at her smile gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. The pussy was good. Nice and tight, wet,
and warm. That was all well and good, but there was
more to it. This time around I actually felt something
as I was having sex. True, I had just met her, but I felt
more than I felt with Shakita and Iyani. I was still curious to find out what she was laughing about. She
kissed my lips and I asked her again.
“Ma... why you laughing?”

Akira
    “I Don’t even know your name!”
I confessed, still laughing. He started laughing too.
“Shit, I don't know yours either... my name is Rich,
what's yours?
“Akira... but its not like you care anyway. I’m just another chick you fucked.”
Rich frowned.
“Naw, I like you shorty... I mean Akira.”
“Yeah that’s what they all say until I tell them my situation. Then niggas change up. Sometimes I want to
kill myself... you know.”
After the words escaped my mouth I thought about
what I said and felt like a fool. I put myself out there
once again like I always do. Not only did I put myself
out there, I just came off like some suicidal wreck. I
just knew for sure that was it. Shit, I wouldn’t even
want to stay around me if I heard some shit like that.
Rich closed his eyes as if he was in deep thought.
“Shorty don’t talk like that. It can't be that deep.”
“It is.” I shot back at him.
“I’m good enough to fuck but not to wife up.”
“Try me.” Rich said while laughing.
“Okay, I’m sixteen, homeless, I ran away from a
placement, and I might be pregnant. See I told you.”
Rich grabbed my hand.
“So... I’m seventeen, and I’m on the run.”
Seventeen, I thought. No, I was thinking he was more
like twenty or twenty-one, and why was he on the
run. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want him to turn
around and ask me the same question.
“It don’t matter, but like I said its not like you gone
want me, especially if I’m pregnant.”
“You crazy girl, pregnant pussy is the best pussy...
who your baby father.”
“I don't know, I’m gone keep it a hundred percent
wit' you. I just been fucking niggas, staying here and
there. I don't know. See, niggas don’t want shit but
pussy anyway. I know how to cook, clean, suck, fuck,
all that. Why can't a nigga really love me and be wit
me. Everything is all good at first, but then they
switch up.”
I stopped myself from going on about it. I didn’t expect this nigga to be no different from the rest.
“You gone be alright shorty, stop stressing.” Rich said
before he turned on the television. We laid back and
watched television until we fell asleep.
In the morning we went to the furniture store. I
helped Rich pick out a Black leather living room set.
Next we went to J&R in Manhattan to get a flat screen
and a DVD player. We took a yellow cab back to his
house and waited for the furniture to be delivered.
We ordered from Andrew’s Fish Market and sat outside talking. Rich seemed like a nice guy. But just like
the rest, my only question was... how long would it
last?

Rich
    I called Shakita on a pre-paid I bought from J&R. She
was hysterical. It was bad like I thought it was.
Homer, the homicide detective was looking for me.
They kicked in my moms door, my apartment door,
and the door to the abandoned house on Knickerbocker and Cooper.
Zeke was a rat. I specifically told him the gun was
there