hard place. I wanted to make Ablo happy, but having children was out of the question for me. There was no way I was having some little gangsta ass kids. Hell no.
"Look Ablo. I don't wanna make you feel like I don't wanna be the mother of your kids. I do...one day...but not right now. You ain't but twenty eight years old. Shit, you're a man. You can make babies for a long ass time. I'm still young, so I have a long time too. Baby, please try to understand," I begged.
"I'll see you when I get home," he said.
"I love you," I said hoping that he'd return my words of affection.
"Yeah, me too," he said and hung up. I held the phone in my hand, stunned that he'd ended our conversation that way. Diablo felt that having children made him a man. To him it completed the circle. He wanted a son to carry on his father's legacy. I didn't feel that I could consent to that. I just didn't want any kids.
The phone rang again and I answered it happy that it was Ablo calling me back. I was so convinced that it was him that I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID.
"Hello," I said.
"What up Yanna. I know that Ablo outta town, but you need to get in touch wit' him. He ain't answerin' his cell," a young man said on the other end. The voice was not familiar to me. I didn't know which one of the Cue Boys it was, but it had to be one of Ablo's boys if he had my number.
"Who this?" I asked just in case it wasn't a Cue Boy.
"Sorry. This Reco. Look, call Blo and tell him that it's goin' down out here. Six of our corner boys was robbed at gun point. A couple hours after that some niggas ran up in one of the trap houses. It had to be the Knights 'cause one of the niggas spray painted the letter L on the block and that's their leader name. Tell Blo it's on and he need to get his ass up here," Reco said and hung up the phone.
I decided not to tell Ablo right away. I could handle El's fine ass myself. I wasn't planning on seducing him. I wasn't that crazy. I was just going to go and talk to him. He wouldn't do anything to me. His beef was wit' Ablo. Besides, I'd peeped how he looked at me when I saw him. I'd only seen him a few times and every time I did I caught him staring at me. Maybe he was just in lust because I was Diablo's girl. Maybe not. I would go to him and ask that he stay away from Cue territory for the sake of the almighty dollar. They all had to make money, so why not do the shit in peace? Maybe he'd listen to a woman.
I jumped up and grabbed some money and stuck Diablo's small .22 in my jeans. It was small enough not to show in my fitting Sergio’s. I jumped in Diablo's silver E class Mercedes and cruised slowly through the thick midafternoon traffic. It would take about twenty minutes to get to El's crib.
* * *
I pulled up to the apartment complex that El lived in and parked in the guest space beside his black Escalade. I knew where he lived because Ablo had pointed it out to me one day when we passed by. I got out of the car and walked up to his townhouse. I knocked softly and waited. Nobody answered so I rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and then the door opened with the chain on it.
"What?" A male voice asked.
"Uh, El. We need to talk," I said.
The door opened and I could see that it was indeed El who'd answered it. He looked at me and then his eyes lit up in recognition.
"Yeah, a'ight you Ablo's girl. What the fuck is this? Your man ain't fuckin' you right?" He laughed. "What? That nigga dick small or sumthin'?"
He was obnoxious, but fine as hell. His cocoa brown skin, deep dimples, sexy bedroom eyes, and thick lips resembled the sexy L.L. Cool J. He was even built like him. His broad chest and tight abs showed through his wife beater. I sighed at the sight of him. 'Damn,' I said to myself.
"Uh no, that ain't why I'm here. Are you alone?" I asked peeking over his shoulder.
He looked at me and chuckled. "You nosey as hell ain't you?
"Look Ablo. I don't wanna make you feel like I don't wanna be the mother of your kids. I do...one day...but not right now. You ain't but twenty eight years old. Shit, you're a man. You can make babies for a long ass time. I'm still young, so I have a long time too. Baby, please try to understand," I begged.
"I'll see you when I get home," he said.
"I love you," I said hoping that he'd return my words of affection.
"Yeah, me too," he said and hung up. I held the phone in my hand, stunned that he'd ended our conversation that way. Diablo felt that having children made him a man. To him it completed the circle. He wanted a son to carry on his father's legacy. I didn't feel that I could consent to that. I just didn't want any kids.
The phone rang again and I answered it happy that it was Ablo calling me back. I was so convinced that it was him that I didn't even bother looking at the caller ID.
"Hello," I said.
"What up Yanna. I know that Ablo outta town, but you need to get in touch wit' him. He ain't answerin' his cell," a young man said on the other end. The voice was not familiar to me. I didn't know which one of the Cue Boys it was, but it had to be one of Ablo's boys if he had my number.
"Who this?" I asked just in case it wasn't a Cue Boy.
"Sorry. This Reco. Look, call Blo and tell him that it's goin' down out here. Six of our corner boys was robbed at gun point. A couple hours after that some niggas ran up in one of the trap houses. It had to be the Knights 'cause one of the niggas spray painted the letter L on the block and that's their leader name. Tell Blo it's on and he need to get his ass up here," Reco said and hung up the phone.
I decided not to tell Ablo right away. I could handle El's fine ass myself. I wasn't planning on seducing him. I wasn't that crazy. I was just going to go and talk to him. He wouldn't do anything to me. His beef was wit' Ablo. Besides, I'd peeped how he looked at me when I saw him. I'd only seen him a few times and every time I did I caught him staring at me. Maybe he was just in lust because I was Diablo's girl. Maybe not. I would go to him and ask that he stay away from Cue territory for the sake of the almighty dollar. They all had to make money, so why not do the shit in peace? Maybe he'd listen to a woman.
I jumped up and grabbed some money and stuck Diablo's small .22 in my jeans. It was small enough not to show in my fitting Sergio’s. I jumped in Diablo's silver E class Mercedes and cruised slowly through the thick midafternoon traffic. It would take about twenty minutes to get to El's crib.
* * *
I pulled up to the apartment complex that El lived in and parked in the guest space beside his black Escalade. I knew where he lived because Ablo had pointed it out to me one day when we passed by. I got out of the car and walked up to his townhouse. I knocked softly and waited. Nobody answered so I rang the doorbell. I heard footsteps and then the door opened with the chain on it.
"What?" A male voice asked.
"Uh, El. We need to talk," I said.
The door opened and I could see that it was indeed El who'd answered it. He looked at me and then his eyes lit up in recognition.
"Yeah, a'ight you Ablo's girl. What the fuck is this? Your man ain't fuckin' you right?" He laughed. "What? That nigga dick small or sumthin'?"
He was obnoxious, but fine as hell. His cocoa brown skin, deep dimples, sexy bedroom eyes, and thick lips resembled the sexy L.L. Cool J. He was even built like him. His broad chest and tight abs showed through his wife beater. I sighed at the sight of him. 'Damn,' I said to myself.
"Uh no, that ain't why I'm here. Are you alone?" I asked peeking over his shoulder.
He looked at me and chuckled. "You nosey as hell ain't you?
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