inside, and until he got to the bottom of the situation he was going to continue to hurt.
* * *
âYo, you good, shawty?â Fox asked before putting his truck in park.
Falisha flipped the sun visor down to see what her face looked like. She had a long scratch running down the side of her face, and a cut on her bottom lip that burned every time she licked it. Her hair was all over the place and her Michael Kors wedges were pretty much ruined. But her bruises were nothing compared to what Genaâs and NeNeâs faces looked like.
âYou need to keep ya liâl hoes in check, Fox,â she said as she put her hair back into a ponytail. âThis is the last time Iâm fighting over you.â
Fox didnât say anything. He just looked at her and smiled. This wasnât the first time he heard this from her and he was sure this wasnât going to be the last. He wasnât worried about her going anywhere. There werenât too many niggas in the hood who could do for her financially what he could do. It was probably his only advantage and, for now, he was going to soak it up.
Chapter 12
Lisa, Falisha, Kim, and Tammy sat on Tammyâs steps watching the kids play in the street. This was more like a daily ritual after everybody got off of work. This was the time when they all talked about what was going on in their lives and tried to give each other advice. Today, everybody had some type of drama.
âHey, bitches!â Ernie said, walking up and taking a seat on the steps. âThe vibe over here is dead,â he joked.
Ernie was the gay brother who lived on the next street over, but became one of the girls after he finally came out of the closet two years ago. When he did come out of the closet, he came full steam ahead, wearing female clothes and letting his hair grow down to his shoulders. He had his ears pierced, nipples pierced, and he had a tongue ring. He was as gay as they come but he was cool as hell.
âErnie, what da hell do you got on?â Kim asked, pointing to his orange and black striped pants.
âWhat, girl? Dese my tiger pants. Arggg,â he growled, jumping up and striking a pose.
He was known for his fashion sense and some of the time the girls did bite his style, but today he missed. The pants were a mess, and he had the nerve to be wearing a gold blouse with it and some black Chuck Taylors.
âBoy, if you donât sit ya crazy ass down . . .â Kim laughed, throwing an empty potato chip bag at him. Everybody laughed at the same time.
âHa-ha! Laugh now, but cry later when yâall asses donât get invited to my party,â Ernie shot back with a few snaps of his neck. âMe and my tiger pants gonâ be droppinâ it like itâs hot,â he joked, jumping back up, but this time bending over and shaking his ass.
âOh, shit. I forgot ya birthday was this weekend,â Falisha said as she cracked open her sunflower seeds.
âYup! And Iâm having my party at the Mandingoâs Den,â Ernie bragged.
âWhat da hell is the Mandingoâs Den?â Tammy asked.
Kim went into deep thought. She remembered hearing that name before, but couldnât place it to save her life. It wasnât until Ernie said something that it came back to her.
âThe Mandingoâs Den is a gay strip club,â Ernie said.
âAnd who da hell is gonna be dancing in front of a bunch of gay men?â Falisha asked, shocked that there could be such a thing.
âWell, let me see,â Ernie said, digging into his satchel. âYou have Dustin the Dangerous, Anaconda Frank, Jake da Snake, and Mr. Billy D. himself,â Ernie said, fanning himself with the flyer he just read from.
âOh, I heard of Billy D.,â Kim chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. âDat boy donât just dance; he do porno, too.â She chuckled.
âHow da hell do you know he do pornos?â Falisha asked.
âShit, a
* * *
âYo, you good, shawty?â Fox asked before putting his truck in park.
Falisha flipped the sun visor down to see what her face looked like. She had a long scratch running down the side of her face, and a cut on her bottom lip that burned every time she licked it. Her hair was all over the place and her Michael Kors wedges were pretty much ruined. But her bruises were nothing compared to what Genaâs and NeNeâs faces looked like.
âYou need to keep ya liâl hoes in check, Fox,â she said as she put her hair back into a ponytail. âThis is the last time Iâm fighting over you.â
Fox didnât say anything. He just looked at her and smiled. This wasnât the first time he heard this from her and he was sure this wasnât going to be the last. He wasnât worried about her going anywhere. There werenât too many niggas in the hood who could do for her financially what he could do. It was probably his only advantage and, for now, he was going to soak it up.
Chapter 12
Lisa, Falisha, Kim, and Tammy sat on Tammyâs steps watching the kids play in the street. This was more like a daily ritual after everybody got off of work. This was the time when they all talked about what was going on in their lives and tried to give each other advice. Today, everybody had some type of drama.
âHey, bitches!â Ernie said, walking up and taking a seat on the steps. âThe vibe over here is dead,â he joked.
Ernie was the gay brother who lived on the next street over, but became one of the girls after he finally came out of the closet two years ago. When he did come out of the closet, he came full steam ahead, wearing female clothes and letting his hair grow down to his shoulders. He had his ears pierced, nipples pierced, and he had a tongue ring. He was as gay as they come but he was cool as hell.
âErnie, what da hell do you got on?â Kim asked, pointing to his orange and black striped pants.
âWhat, girl? Dese my tiger pants. Arggg,â he growled, jumping up and striking a pose.
He was known for his fashion sense and some of the time the girls did bite his style, but today he missed. The pants were a mess, and he had the nerve to be wearing a gold blouse with it and some black Chuck Taylors.
âBoy, if you donât sit ya crazy ass down . . .â Kim laughed, throwing an empty potato chip bag at him. Everybody laughed at the same time.
âHa-ha! Laugh now, but cry later when yâall asses donât get invited to my party,â Ernie shot back with a few snaps of his neck. âMe and my tiger pants gonâ be droppinâ it like itâs hot,â he joked, jumping back up, but this time bending over and shaking his ass.
âOh, shit. I forgot ya birthday was this weekend,â Falisha said as she cracked open her sunflower seeds.
âYup! And Iâm having my party at the Mandingoâs Den,â Ernie bragged.
âWhat da hell is the Mandingoâs Den?â Tammy asked.
Kim went into deep thought. She remembered hearing that name before, but couldnât place it to save her life. It wasnât until Ernie said something that it came back to her.
âThe Mandingoâs Den is a gay strip club,â Ernie said.
âAnd who da hell is gonna be dancing in front of a bunch of gay men?â Falisha asked, shocked that there could be such a thing.
âWell, let me see,â Ernie said, digging into his satchel. âYou have Dustin the Dangerous, Anaconda Frank, Jake da Snake, and Mr. Billy D. himself,â Ernie said, fanning himself with the flyer he just read from.
âOh, I heard of Billy D.,â Kim chimed in, grinning from ear to ear. âDat boy donât just dance; he do porno, too.â She chuckled.
âHow da hell do you know he do pornos?â Falisha asked.
âShit, a
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