What's Really Hood! by Wahida Clark Read Free Book Online

much care fo’ dat nigga and plus he robbed me and Dre last month,”
     Bizzy went on saying. He then explained how he had followed Lil’ Rick from Tanisha’s crib and up the block until Kaseem and
     Mance shot him.
    “I thought they was gonna scoop Lil’ Rick up, yo. Before I could say or do anything, Mance started blastin’ on dat nigga,
     yo. Shiiit, I nearly broke some chick neck when I turned around and haulin’ ass, yo. Whut you think I should do? Like I said,
     I ain’t feelin’ Lil’ Rick, but I wasn’t down wit dat drive-by shit.” He left out the part about Mance paying him.
    “That’s it?” Polo asked as he slowed for a red light on Capital Boulevard.
    “Yeah. I feel about fucked up over it, yo.”
    Polo cleared his throat. “Blue ain’t black.”
    “Say whut?”
    “I said, blue ain’t black.”
    “You aiight, my nigga?”
    “Yeah, I’m straight. But it’s you that got your colors mixed up.”
    “Whut da fuck you talkin’ ’bout?”
    “That was Tink you was following. Not Lil’ Rick. Nigga, you nearly got my cousin killed.”
    Bizzy rubbed his face and spoke through his hand. “Say word, yo?”
    “On er’thang I love, my nigga.”
    Suddenly, it dawned on Bizzy why Polo had been parked out near his crib. But how in the hell had he known…
    “You did some foul shit, Bizzy,” Polo said, breaking his thoughts.
    “Is… is Tink dead?” Bizzy slowly moved for his hammer but Polo beat him to the draw. Bizzy stiffened in the leather seat as
     Polo stuck his .38 under his chin.
    “I know you wasn’t goin’ for your heat?”
    Bizzy shook his head no. “Nah, dawg… it… it ain’t like dat.”
    Polo lowered his .38. “No, Tink ain’t dead. Just gonna be off his feet for a minute.”
    “Good.” Bizzy exhaled. “So… whut you gonna do about Kaseem and Mance?”
    Polo shrugged his shoulders, then asked why. Bizzy started grinning and said he better make up his mind soon.
    “Why?” Polo asked again.
    Bizzy nodded, then pointed across the intersection. “There’s Kaseem’s Beemer.”
    Desiree was halfway home when she realized that she had left her cell phone back at Lamar’s. She had too much personal info
     on it for him to have. She was now stepping out of her car in his driveway. She noticed that his 740Li was gone and that was
     even better. She walked quickly past Mance’s BMW and up to the front door.
    *   *   *
    Lamar wasn’t worried about Mance sneaking up on him and Nikki because he had instructed Datwon’s girl to call him once Mance
     had taken her home and back to the doctor’s office. From the doctor’s office and back, it would take Mance a good twenty minutes.
     With this in mind, he was back between Nikki’s thighs. He had her facedown, ass-up, pumping her steadily in front of his blazing
     fireplace. Both were butt-ass naked. There was loud moaning, skin slapping, that had caused both of them to ignore the knocks
     at the front door. Lamar was fucking Nikki like a pro. Her pussy was popping around his plunging dick as he palmed her butt
     cheeks, lightly spreading them apart.
    “Kaseem, Kaseem!” Nikki chanted as she enjoyed his every thrust. Her body was dripping with sweat. She knew she was going
     to need a shower before Mance came back. She also knew they were taking a big risk of being caught… but, in truth, it turned
     her on. Looking back over her shoulder she told him to do it hard. He started to lean forward to lick the sweat off her back
     just when Desiree walked into the den.
    Datwon’s girl had been back at the doctor’s office for over ten to fifteen minutes before she remembered to call Lamar. She
     punched in his number but hung up on the second ring when Datwon woke up asking for some water. Her mind was on Datwon so
     once she hung up she had moved to Datwon’s side. Really, she didn’t see any big deal in calling Lamar anyway.
    *   *   *
    As for Mance, he had made it back to Lamar’s in record time. He shook his