Hood Misfits, Volume 1 by Brick and Storm Page B

chair.
    Next up was the Russian and Italian cartel leaders, Nicola and Valentio, who were led by Gina to their chairs. Following that, bosses from various Asian and East Indian mobs walked in. But what had the table quiet was the Nigerian Queens’ leader Anika. Her bodyguards were mainly broads, but she also had some niggas she controlled. She was right there at the top with the LKs, Jamaican Kings, Dame, the Dragons, and the Italian cartel.
    Speaking of the JKs, on Boss Anika’s arm was their leader, Jamaican King Rasta J. Which was why the table got mad quiet.
    Armando stood, walked up to Anika, and kissed her hand, a public show that the three were linking up.
    Anika wore an all-black dress that was cut out on the side and held together by a gold braided rope on her hips. And she sported gold bangles that went up her arms. Her curly thick natural hair sat up in a high bun and was sexy on her. As she slowly walked, I caught a glimpse of her plump ass and bare back that had tattoos on her chocolate skin that looked like something tribal. This chick—I couldn’t even call her a bitch—she was bad, and if I thought I could, I would definitely hit.
    Gina led the JK boss to his seat. Nigga came in with a Jamaican flag tucked in the handkerchief pocket of his all-black, silver-lined Marc Jacobs suit and a pair of black diamond shades. Only reason I knew that was because I was close enough to see nigga’s tag. Some niggas got money and didn’t know how to act like. Oh, well. I stayed in my lane watching everything.
    Boss Anika’s black-lined almond eyes drew my attention away when they locked on me. I wasn’t stupid. Dame had told me to take care of her, so I did.
    Standing tall, I took a bold move and rested my hand on the small of her back and led her to her chair, pulling it out to let her sit next to the JK boss. I stepped back and swore I saw her lick her plum-colored lips when she looked up at me before I went back to stand by Dame.
    While I moved to position myself next to Dame, I saw Ray-Ray looking at Anika’s attire. I could see she was impressed and wasn’t able to hide that fact fast enough. She still had some learning to do. Gina was telling her on the low to chill with that, ’cuz I saw her pinch Ray-Ray’s arms as she walked by to take her seat.
    Shit was too funny to me. I so wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have time for that shit. My attention was on the bosses in front of me.
    I saw Sasha sitting next to Dough Boy. Her face was so red with hate, her eyes were dark like marbles. Shit kind of had me ready to put a bullet between those eyes because of the hatred steaming for her crazy ass. She stared hard at Ray-Ray; I knew it had to be on some female shit. She was officially no longer HBIC just that fast, which was also kinda funny to a nigga. If her pussy game was that good, then Ray-Ray coming in wouldn’t have changed shit. But, yo, what can I say? Pussy was like that sometimes, especially if it was new, gushy, and tight.
    â€œThank you, Trigga.” Dame stood again.
    I gave a quick nod and muttered, “It’s straight,” before turning my gaze back on the table.
    A smile almost crept over my face as I saw Dough Boy sitting up straight. Nigga was sweatin’ bullets. I knew he had to be shitting himself. Sitting next to Armando, he didn’t know what the fuck was going on. I just stood back enjoying this moment. Hated fuckin’ lame-ass, unfaithful niggas.
    Dame said, “Libation for all my good friends and associates.” Then he said to the house cook, “Make sure their guards eat well too, Fredrick.”
    Dame rubbed his hands as staff poured into the room.
    One of the bosses playfully asked, “Will you be lavishing us with your pretty treats? Especially that new ruby by your side?”
    Out the corner of my eye, I saw Ray-Ray cringe, but she quickly played it off, taking a sip of water.
    Dame growled low,