Hood Misfits, Volume 1 by Brick and Storm Page A

Bossman, just watching. The cooks tried to feed us, but Big Jake and I were on the same wavelength, not trusting anything sitting on this table, not with the way Dame’s mental had been changing. I’d learned in some books that, back in the medieval time, warlords/kings always had taste-testers, when people was running around poisoning others back then. Watching these fools at the table right now, there was no fuckin’ way I’d touch anything from that table.
    Dough Boy ol’ hating ass yelled at me, “Ey, little nigga, Trig, you think you’re the shit, huh? Here. Eat a fuckin’ pork chop, man, You scared that shit is poisoned?” Nigga threw a pork chop at me.
    People started laughing hard.
    I stepped forward ready to put a knife in his throat, but Dame’s low cough stopped me. I stepped back to where I was and crossed my arms over my chest, keeping my eyes on that fool. That nigga was on some other shit, and it looked like he was high as fuck too, forgetting Bossman was sitting at the front of the table drinking his Rémy.
    â€œNaw, I’m good,” I told him. “Had a king’s meal beforehand, nigga.”
    Dame laughed hard at my comment. He leaned back and gestured with his hand for me to lean in to him. I kept my eyes locked on Dough Boy, just to fuck with him, nodding as Dame told me to go let our guests in.
    Walking out, my eyes glanced over at Big Jake. He knew what I was about too but kept his face neutral. I noticed that he positioned himself closer to Gina, who sat on Dame’s right with li’l shawty people in the house were calling Ray-Ray. I never understood why the fuck she got such a nigga name, but it was whatever.
    She looked different than before, and I checked that she was playing the game. I knew the moment she stepped down the stairs in that red catsuit, which showed off a bare back and hips I never noticed she had before, with a set of tits that were sitting high and so swollen that my head almost tilted to the side, that her cherry was long gone. She walked like a woman who knew the world was hers, in a pair of gold stilettos that made her legs look like Bria Myles’, and an ass to match. No lie, she walked differently and had this vibe around her that said she was Dame’s property. She was kinda cute, I guess. I mean, yeah, I guess she was kinda sexy. Like Brittney Skye type of sexy.
    I had heard Dame mutter to li’l shawty as they walked past me, “Do you value your eyes right now? Because I will rip each one from you.”
    I didn’t know or care what that shit was about. Nigga was on some crazy shit sometimes. Not my business or problem.
    Anyway, while I watched every female in the house hiss in jealousy, shawty kept her game on lock. Holding Dame’s arm, her eyes shined brightly, but they were a little off. Why? ’Cuz in her eyes, I saw a killer ready to be born. Never a good thing with someone like her, because the broad was wild. If she wasn’t schooled right, her bloodlust to get even might fuck up her world even more. Only reason I was taking note of that was because if she flipped, then she would mess up my money. So I stored that to memory and kept it buckin’.
    I headed to the front of the mansion and came back with a team of guests. Additional chairs with gold plates had been sat out all around the table, in four points. Voices of various street kings sounded behind me.
    Big Jake handed Dame a gold cigar, a signal to let him know that his guests had arrived.
    Dame pushed back to stand, turn around, and hold his hands out. “Welcome, family. Have a seat and break bread with your good friend,” he greeted with a wide smile.
    Looking to the left and right of me, Armando, the Latin Kings’ leader, stepped to Dame to shake his hand and took a cigar from him, as Gina stood in her bubblegum-pink catsuit, her two pigtails bubbly swinging around her body as she escorted him to his