Lucid Dreams

by Ladii Nesha

Sir hadn't always been that way. In fact, he was once the best father and husband in the world. He took them on family trips, played with them, and showered their mother with love, but all that changed when he got hurt at work. Sir tore a disc in his back, which made it impossible for him to do any heavy lifting or even move sometimes. The doctors gave him Vicodin and other addictive pharmaceuticals to control the pain, but once they were gone, Sir needed something else to turn to. Something else to cure the pain he endured on the daily, something else to replace the high the pills gave him, so he picked up the bottle.

“Nah, you said one on three. Where the fuck he come from?” Red shouted, glaring at Sir, who only laughed. “My boys roll together. The fuck you thought? Finish these niggas!” Sir ordered, smirking at his twins. Those were his boys. He taught them everything they knew, from military tactics to street fighting, the twins knew it all. Even if Dai was scared, Sir knew he was going to go in with his head held high. Nite and Dai shared a look and did what they were told. By the time the fight was over, the boys were a bloody mess, and Sir couldn’t have been prouder. Red had to beg Sir to help him. Nite had his entire body wrapped around the oldest son’s body and was squeezing the life out of him. Literally, the boy's face was turning blue, and the more he tried to fight, the tighter Nite’s grip became.

“Oh fuck this! I’m not driving this shit. You and Rico can kiss my ass.” Dai backed away from the car. He was wearing three-hundred-dollar jeans and thousand-dollar gym shoes. There was no way any part of his body was touching the inside of that triflin’ ass car. They had him royally fucked up. “Dai, your job is to drive the fucking car. You getting paid to drive this bitch to the drop off location. All that extra shit you can keep.” Nite pressed something on the dashboard causing the car to rev up. “Fuck it, gimme your shirt.” “Nigga, no, you not about to sit on my shirt. Get the fuck in the car and drive,” Nite harshly whispered. Dai pushed his brother and got in the front seat. The moment he inhaled, Dai started gagging. The car smelt even worse now that he was inside. Rolling down the windows, Dai stuck his head out as if he was choking. “Drive the fucking car!” Nite hissed, pulling up on the side of him as lights inside the house came on. Throwing the car in drive, Dai stepped on the gas, but nothing happened. In the middle of stealing the shitty ass car, it fucking stalled. “The fuck?” He frowned, looking down at the dashboard. Not only was the tank on E, but the engine light was on, and he was pretty sure the car was going to cut off at any moment. The house's front door flew open, and a fat ass man stood on the porch with a pistol.

Backing into the garage, Dai signaled them to open the gates. Confused, the guard pulled the nine from his pants and quizzically gazed at the car. The distasteful ride didn’t look familiar, and the guard was seconds away from decorating it with bullet holes. Sticking his head out of the window, Dai impatiently waved his hand. “Open the fucking gate, nigga! Who else gone be driving this nasty ass car?” “Calm all that shit down.” The guard hit the button. “Fuck you, nigga, open the fucking gate before I burn rubber on your fat ass feet.” The guard gave him the finger as the gate lifted. Dai backed up and threw the car in park before hopping out and dusting his pants. Rico stood there with an amused expression on his face. “What you want with this piece of shit?” Dai questioned, glaring in his direction. “Do I ask what you spend your money on?” Rico questioned, walking toward the car. “You can, and I’ll tell you to mind yo business, but this shit is stupid. We snatch up-to-date cars, fresh off-the-lot cars, but this nasty piece of shit ain’t worth nothing.” “It’s not always about the car.” He walked toward the rear and popped the trunk. Dai was expecting to see a treasure chest full of gold, a bag of cash, hell, something worth value, but Rico pulled out a fucking Paw Patrol lunch box. “I know you fucking lying!” Dai stepped forward. “What? My grandson said this lil fucker stole his lunch bag and it’s his favorite one.” Rico shrugged. “And you couldn’t just send somebody to g...

Dai made a move and jumped into the driver's seat while Nite hopped in the passenger side. Just as they were about to pull off, a scrawny white boy popped his head up from the back seat. Nite pulled a loaded Glock from his pocket and pointed it at the boy motioning for him to get out of the truck.

As he promised, a week later Harvey gave the twins a road map to his block and several others. Before anyone knew what was happening, the twins had stolen more than ten cars and broken into five houses. For Rico, it was one hell of a payday, and the twins gained their first friend.

Harvey was a sucker for fine black women. He loved them in all shapes and sizes. He fit right in whenever he hung with the twins in the hood and the women couldn’t get enough of the roughneck white boy with the Detroit swag. After getting into a couple of fights, learning to shoot dice, and knocking down some of the baddest chicks on the block, Harvey’s black card was stamped and he was invited to every BBQ. He went from Aaron Carter to Eminem.

“The fuck is this man doing?” He cackled, pointing to the dance floor where Dai was sandwiched between two women. “That nigga rolling off a bean,” Nite confessed. He, too, was fucked up, but his twin was on a different level. “Should have known,” Harvey retorted, not surprised. Both twins popped pills like tic tacs. It was their drug of choice, and it was rare that they were ever sober. Harvey often wondered what demons they were suppressing, but he never asked, and the twins never shared. “Ice Ice baby,” Dai jested, falling into the booth beside his brother. “Fuck outta here with that shit. Vanilla Ice wish he was this fucking fine,” Harvey boasted.

“I’ll dance with you, mama.” Harvey licked his lips, checking out the brown skin goddess. “Can you even dance?” She snorted, folding her arms under her perky breasts. “Hell nah,” he admitted. “I can stand still though, and you can throw that big juicy booty on me.” “Boy bye, yo white ass probably got a lil dick,” she retorted, causing her friends to cackle loudly. “See, that’s where you mistaken, mama. My dick longer than those toes that’s hanging over them fake red bottoms.”

“You heard me. You and those finger toes are excused. You so busy trying to clown a nigga that you missed your opportunity at a real come-up. Ask about Harvey, baby. I can upgrade you.” He winked. “Boy, whatever.” She picked up her face and marched back across the dance floor with her friends whispering behind her. “You can’t upgrade shit!” Keisha spat, appearing out of thin air. Harvey dropped his head. “Oh hell nah. Party over.” Dai frowned and threw back the rest of his drink. It was no secret that Keisha was bat shit crazy over Harvey and turned up wherever on whoever. “I thought I just dropped you off.” Harvey sighed as she wiggled her way into the booth next to him. “You did, and I hopped in my car right after you. It’s Friday night, and I know you didn’t think you was about to fuck me and put me to sleep.” “I sorta did,” he shrugged, and Keisha slapped him across the face.

Harvey didn’t get a chance to swing because Dai pushed his way through the crowd and slapped the butt of his gun across Drew's head, causing him to fall forward. With one hit, he was out cold on the ground, with blood leaking from the back of his head. “I had it,” Harvey scolded. He hated when Dai fought his battles but appreciated him at the same time. “You was taking too long.” Dai shrugged as the owner made his way to them. “Y’all gots to go, and in a minute I’m about to stop y’all from coming in here,” Mr. James fussed. “Always starting shit. Always fighting and breaking shit.” “Now come on, Mr. James.” Dai cracked a smile. “Don’t be like that.” “Come on, my ass. Y’all get out of here and take Woody Allen with y’all.” He shooed them away. Nite chortled and Dai burst out laughing as Harvey helped Keisha step over her sleeping baby daddy.

“What’s up, Hunter?” the guard asked, licking his lips as she walked by. Without even trying, Hunter had him salivating at the mouth from the natural switch in her hips. “Hey G,” she coolly chucked him the deuces. “You and them shorts,” G flirted. “When you gone let me take you out?” he called after her. “When that rash clears up.” “Rash? Tiny a fucking lie! She told you I had a rash? Her flat ass a lie!” “Hmm.” Hunter twisted her lips as the door closed behind her. She could hear G going off but paid his nasty ass no attention. He fucked anything and everything with a split. Seconds later, the door opened again, and Tiny walked in holding her stomach from laughing. G was calling her every name under the sun. “Why you play so much?” She playfully pushed Hunter after she punched in. “Because he’s gross.” “As fuck,” Tiny agreed. “You gave him some though.” “I was drunk,” she lied. It was better than admitting that G caught her slipping and complimented his way right into her panties.

“Where to next?” “Nigga, I’m dropping you off to your car.” Nite popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed it. “Rico said he had a job, so meet me at the parking lot later.” “The fuck I gotta meet you later for if we gone be together?” “Are you hard of hearing?” “A little.”

“Sorry, you’re too late.” “Girl, if you don’t get that ticket off this muthafuckin’ car,” Dai roared, flipping his hair to the side. “Look, I’m sorry, but you and your boyfriend are-” “Boyfriend?” Dai screeched. “You got me and my twin fucked up!” “Nigga, chill the fuck out,” Nite said with a scowl. The meter maid took a couple of steps back and placed her hand on her pepper spray. Nite noticed the move and held his hands in the air. “Nah, none of that. We was just visiting our mom. What’s the problem?” “You’re parked in front of a fire hydrant.” “And now we leaving,” he insisted. “Too late. The ticket is already in the system.” She shrugged, approaching her car. “You apple head shaped bi-” “Boy, fuck you and that mop on top of your head. Niggas wanna be bitches so bad. Standing there with fucking black polish on your nails, looking like a played-out Prince wanna be. Fuck you!” the meter maid snapped, hopping in her car and pulling off. Stunned, Dai stood there watching her turn the corner. “Was she talking to me or you?” he asked, getting in the passenger seat. “She was talking to your ass. I told you about fucking with people,” Nite laughed. Snatching the ticket off the windshield, he climbed into the car. “You think I look like Prince?” Dai inquired, looking in the mirror. “Nah, more like Rick James.” “Fuck you,” he snorted, pushing his hair behind his ear.

At first, Hunter didn’t like Junie. Not only was Junie the head cheerleader, but she was president of the school newspaper and on the chess team. While Hunter was taught to blend into the background, Junie was taught to shine. They had nothing in common, and Hunter thought Junie was loud and over the top for no reason. It wasn’t until they were grouped together for a project did she really get to know her. Junie’s loud personality was authentic, and Hunter found herself coming out of her shell the more they hung out. Unknowingly, that one project bonded them for life, and both women were grateful for their friendship.

“And I would embrace the shit out of that straight line. Confidence starts within. Even if you had a big ass, you’d still be looking at the next bitch trying to compare yourself. Nah, not me. I don’t give a fuck if I’m walking around this bitch looking like Calliou. I’m the baddest bald-headed bitch in every room I walk in,” Junie preached. Hunter held her shot glass out so they could toast. “And that’s on who?” she asked. “Rosa-stand your muthafuckin’ ground-Parks.” Junie threw the shot back.

Looking in the mirror, Tiny sighed. The short white dress she wore looked like a nightgown on her small frame, and her boy-like chest barely poked through the thin fabric. The words bad bitch were sprawled across the front, but it was for show. If anything, she felt like a dumb bitch for not picking an outfit that showcased her slim body. Tiny didn’t start hating her body until she hung out with Hunter and Junie. It wasn’t anything they did, but she was always the friend guys overlooked, and most of the time, she got stuck with the ugly friend who only wanted to fuck. Tiny always had to go the extra mile to get noticed and she hated it and secretly envied her friends for it. With them, she always felt like the oddball out. Pushing her long waist length weave behind her ear, Tiny mustered up a smile before she turned around.

“I’ll fuck with y’all in a minute. I’m going to the pool,” Harvey announced, eyeing a pretty brown chick he wouldn’t mind sliding off with. “Hold up,” Dai stopped him. Digging into his fanny pack, he pulled out a couple of makeup wipes. Harvey looked down at his hand, confused. He was accustomed to Dai wearing bone straight hair and black nails but makeup is where he drew the line. “The fuck is that?” Nite asked, snatching one from his hand. “Why do you have makeup wipes?” “Nigga, it’s 2021. These hoes will catfish you in a minute. You take Kelly Rolland home and wake up with Ving Rhames.” “So what are the wipes for?” Harvey asked, still confused. Dai was crazy as hell, but he had a point. Harvey had woken up to wigs, press-ons, lashes, and waist trainers in his bed. “Damn, do I have to explain everything to yo ass? So look, when she laughing and not paying attention, take a wipe and quickly run it down one side of her face. If you step back, you have the before and after.”

“Aye, like I said, it’s 2021. Niggas are the new bad bitches, and you gotta be safe out here before you get got.” Dai shrugged. “You would know, huh?” Harvey joked, touching Dai's hair which was in two braids going to the back. “Fuck outta here. I’m a heterosexual man that likes to look good and fuck bad bitches. Ain’t shit sweet about me but the nuts I bust down your sister's throat.” “That shit ain’t funny.” Harvey's sister was a sore topic for him. Not only had Helen cheated on her husband, but she only fucked with black men after Dai. “I’m just saying, your sister is a fucking freak,” he called after Harvey, only getting the middle finger in response.

“What the fuck is up!” Bone stuck his hand out to give him pound. “I see Dai and Harvey got your ass out of the house.” “Something like that.” Nite coolly bumped his fist. “You remember my boys KC, Tree, and Henny.” “Sup y’all,” he tossed them a head nod. Everyone reciprocated except KC. He was too busy watching his wife, who was standing a few feet away wobbling her ass in a pair of little shorts. Against his will, she rocked the shortest pair she owned prior to giving birth to their five children. While she looked good as fuck, KC wasn’t ok with the stares. When her friends encouraged her to bend over, she did just that and effortlessly popped her big booty, sending KC’s heart into overdrive. “B, get the fuck up!” he roared. Bambi glanced back at him and continued to shake her ass with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. “Swear I'm gone fuck her bald-headed ass up!” he barked, making his way toward her.

“Bambi, stop playing with me before I fuck around and pluck one of these nigga’s eyes out of their head.” “Kinnnnggg, let me live. Saedy has the kids. Just let me do bald head shit with my hood rat friends,” she whined with her arms wrapped around his neck. “Perioooodd,” her girls, Shayla, Bianca and Jessica sang. “Fuck it up, B!” Bianca encouraged. Bambi squatted down and rode the beat like she was riding a dick. Her husband's dick, to be precise. At thirty-three years old, none of the women in the party had shit on his wife. King licked his lips watching her show out. Even after birthing five of his kids, she was still the baddest woman he had ever seen. Her thick hips were a showstopper, but the show she was putting on was just for his eyes. “Get yo ass up,” he gritted, scooting down to lift her up. Effortlessly he tossed her over his shoulder. “Kinggggg,” Bambi laughed. “Shut up. Got my dick hard in front of all these people.” “I’ll suck it,” she promised. “You about to do more than that.” King slapped her ass, carrying her through the crowd. “Ole whipped ass nigga,” his brother, Tree, laughed.

“Where you going?” Dai called after him popping up out of thin air, but Nite kept walking until he was standing in her space. “Damn, nigga, back up. Give us 6ft. Are you vaccinated? Do you have your booster shot? Let me see your card?” Junie twisted her neck. Hunter stopped smiling when she realized it was the asshole that almost ruined her night. “Aye, tramp, don’t talk to my brother like that,” Dai snapped, coming up behind him. “Boy, who are you talking to? I’ll push your long head ass in the pool,” she snapped. “Do it,” he dared her. “Nah, we chilling. Dai gone with all that rah-rah shit. I just came to extend an apology to the pretty lady.” Nite attempted to gain control over the situation. “Which one? It’s three of us?” Tiny crossed her arms. Dai glanced at the three friends and held his finger up as if he were in church. “Uh, it’s two. I’m still trying to figure out what you are,” he corrected her. “Come here.” Dai removed a makeup wipe from his pocket. “Boy, fuck you!” Tiny pushed passed him and switched away. “Aye, yo booty lopsided,” Dai called after her. “Oh my god, can you please take him back over there?” Hunter tucked her lips to keep from laughing. She told Tiny not to get in the pool with the booty pads on, and now it looked like a soggy diaper.

“Sorry for what?” Junie crossed her arms. “Damn, are you her spokesperson?” he chuckled. When neither woman cracked a smile, Nite straightened up. “Aight, my fault. I was on some bullshit.” “You were.” Hunter rolled her eyes. “My name is Hunter.” “I’m Dai,” Dai introduced himself, stepping in front of Nite and reaching for her hand. Hunter looked down at his hand and then back up at his face. The black polish on his nails jogged her memory. “Oh no, you’re the rude ass nigga from the other day.” She mugged him, snatching her hand back.

“You know them?” Junie whispered, standing there watching the exchange. “Remember the gay couple I told you about the other day?” she loudly whispered. Junie could only laugh. Hunter couldn’t whisper for shit, and the fact that she was tipsy wasn’t helping. “Gay couple?” Nite frowned. “Nah, this my twin.” “How and y’all don’t look alike?” Junie frowned. Nite, like his name, was the color of a beautiful night sky. His dark skin had a shimmer of its own, and under the moonlight, he was practically invisible. If it weren’t for the pearly whites, Nite would have moved around the yard unnoticed. Dai, on the other hand, was just as yellow as a summer sunrise. His golden sun-kissed skin was covered in tattoos, giving his girl-like features a rougher appearance. “It’s called fraternal twins dodo brain,” Dai corrected her. “Call me another name and I’m going to drag you by those braids.” “Try it,” he taunted.

“Aye, on some real shit, your energy pulled me over here. From the quizzical look in those beautiful green eyes, I can tell you feeling it too. I think we owe it to ourselves to see what the universe feels.” “Nigga, what in the Shakespeare are you talking about? Let them go and we can go tag team a few freaks,” Dai interjected. “Boy, do you ever shut up?” Junie rolled her eyes at Dai. “Nope.”

“Aight, since they drinking, we might as well join them.” Dai licked his lips, reaching for Junie’s hand. She slapped him away. “Boy bye. I’d rather drink my own piss.” Junie flicked him off and twisted away. “Fuck you then!” he hollered after her. “Fuck ya bald head ass mammy,” she shot back, giving him the finger.

“One of those that’s my best friend ass chicks. Whole time you be swallowing dude dick and shit.” “First of all, don’t talk to me like that, and second, I have one best friend, and her name is Junie.” “I’m just making sure,” Nite smirked. “And plus, after tonight I don’t wanna talk to you again. You’re rude and your brother is annoying,” Hunter said matter of factly. “Therefore, whomever I’m entertaining isn’t your concern.” “In that case, we better make the most of it, huh?”

After Connect Four, they moved on to a Jenga match. Somehow Dai and Junie got in on the game and they started playing for shots. It was easy to see why Junie and Hunter were friends because they were one and the same. When Hunter stretched her arms out to do the worm, Junie caught it, rolled her body, and passed it to Dai, who caught it and did the bank head bounce. Their dance moves were right up his alley. “Bihhh, let’s go dance!” Junie grabbed Hunter's arm when Trina’s Pull Over started playing. Women started running to the middle of the yard as the original hot girl anthem coursed through the speakers. “Come on, I’ll dance with you.” Dai slung his fanny pack to the back. “Can you even dance?” Junie bucked her eyes. Junie hated dancing with men who just stood there while she grinded on them. She wanted someone who was going to drop it low with her, and unknowingly in Dai, she found her match. “Come see,” he leered, reaching for her hand.

“Buckle up, baby.” Nite kissed her shoulder.

With her eyes still closed, Hunter felt Nite turn her around. Now face to face, he lowered her arms and wrapped them around his neck. Leaning in, he kissed her chin and slowly lowered his head to get more acquainted with her lips. Hunter held on tight as her body started to shake. The euphoric feeling boiled in the pit of her stomach and shot down to the center of her thighs. Nite’s tongue danced in her mouth as she moaned into his. From the quiver of her lips and gruffness of her low moans, Nite knew the deal. Hunter was cumming and she had no control over it. When Hunter opened her eyes, she stared right into his. She had no idea who this man was, but she found herself wondering what type of lotion he used. Was he a morning person? Did he like long walks on the beach? Did he like Captain Crunch cereal? Hunter wanted to know what he was allergic to and if he had any enemies. Any man who could make her feel what she was feeling needed to be protected, and Hunter was the person for the job. Leaning forward, she kissed his lips again. “I think I love you,” she uttered. Nite looked into her glossy eyes and chortled. “You high, mama.” “Is that why I feel like this?” “How do you feel?” “I feel-I feel like my body is on fire. I feel like I’m floating in space, and I feel like Obama should get another term, and I should be his Olivia Pope,” Hunter expressed, rubbing his arm. “Your skin feels so good and I think you are so fine.” “I’m fine?” “You are. You’re like an Egyptian god, ...

“What the fuck is this? Did I fuck both of y’all? Omg! Why am I naked?” Hunter questioned, looking at Nite for answers. Instead of answering her, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was 6:10 in the morning. Way too early for him to be up, especially after turning up the way he did the night before. “Hell yeah,” Dai yawned. “You a wild girl.”

“Oh, now I gotta leave because she woke up with dick on her breath and don’t know whose it is?” “Oh my god! I suck-” She gagged. “Did y’all run a train on me?” Hunter cried. This time tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “Hell yea. We was in this bitch wearing that monkey out.” Dai licked his lips, eyeing her curvy body in the thin sheet. “Oh my godddddd,” Hunter screamed. “Chill out, this nigga lying,” Nite assured her. “This nigga scared of the dark, so he probably came in here this morning. Dai, gone before you give this girl a heart attack.” “I’m going.” He stood up from the chair. “By the way, you got some pretty ass toes. If I was a freak, I would have sucked them pretty muthafuckas while you were sleeping.” He winked at Hunter.

Junie snapped out of the trance he had her in. “Why would y’all leave me in the fucking car all night?” she argued, placing her hands on her hip. “I told Dai to get you.” Nite shrugged, picking up his boxers off the nightstand. “And you told me to get my dick beaters off you, so I did. I left the windows down though,” Dai quipped, standing in the doorway. “Boy, fuck you. Someone could have kidnapped me.” “And they would have brought your loudmouth ass back or dropped you in the fucking woods.” “Best friend, put on your clothes. I’m ready to go. I have mosquito bites all on my ass.” “Let me see.” Dai reached out to touch her and Junie popped his hand. “We don’t condone violence in this house,” he warned.

“Well, if you know, say something,” she snapped, dropping the sheet. Nite lustfully allowed his eyes to roam her curvaceous body. Last night it took all his might not to fuck her. Even when she was sitting in the middle of bed playing in her pussy, Nite couldn’t do it. He allowed her to get her nut off and covered her up when she dosed off. “Can you please stop looking at my pussy and help me find my clothes!” “Mama, pipe down. I done seen that pretty pink pussy inside and out.” “I-I-I thought you said we didn’t do anything.” “We didn’t, but you did. I simply watched you stroke that fat muthafucka while you screamed out my name. It was the sexiest shit I ever seen.” He licked his lips. When Hunter stripped from her clothes and spread her legs, Nite had to pray. The devil on his shoulder practically begged him to place her pierced pussy in his mouth, but the show she put on was just as satisfying. “Oh my god.” Hunter covered her face. Nite chuckled and raised off the bed.

“If a nigga telling you that you don’t mean shit to him, believe it. Don’t be one of those dumb ass females that thinks if a nigga is mean he’s in love with you or some shit. I can promise you this is not that.” “What am I supposed to do with that?” She pouted, poking her lip out. “Whatever the fuck you want,” Nite shot over his shoulder before stepping in the shower. “I’m not one to coddle your feelings, but you know that.”

“My parents having a lil get together. Helen and her family are here, along with a few other people.” “Oh shit, my wife here?” Dai grinned, rubbing his hands together. “Yo, leave my sister alone,” Harvey warned. “Now you know I can’t do that. I’m about to spread my kids on her face like Fenty.” “Fuck outta here.” Harvey reached through the window and popped Dai in the back of his head.

“Nah, that’s what yo hillbilly ass get. After I spread this foundation on your sister's face, I’m going to have her buy me a new shirt.” Dai pushed him.

Then again, Harvey’s parents lived in a gated community. After a string of burglaries and the attempted kidnapping of their son, they moved into a more secure neighborhood.

“You boys go ahead. I’ll join you in a minute. Harv, keep an eye on your mother and those martinis,” Howard called after them. “Will do.” Harvey chuckled, knowing he couldn’t do anything with his mother. Jean would likely get drunk and transform into Eartha Kit.

“You good with this?” Nite discreetly asked his twin once they stepped outside into the summer heat. “I’m straight. If he on bullshit, I'm going to fuck his daughter and his wife.” Dai winked, snatching off his shoes. “Cannon balllll,” he hollered before backflipping into the pool.

“And eww, why are the evil twins over here?” Junie frowned, looking back and forth between the small group. “My my my, what throne did this beautiful black queen fall from?” Harvey licked his lips, making his way toward his future wife with stars in his eyes. Without asking, he reached for the back of Junie's hand and placed a kiss on it. “Um, eww. You can’t be putting your mouth on people. It’s too much shit going around. What if I have hand, foot, and mouth disease or something? What if you wake up with sores around your lips?” Junie snatched her hand from his grasp. “I agree. That’s some nasty shit. I mean, just last week she was sleeping in a car with bugs biting her and shit. You might want to go get screened; she could have an underlying condition.” Dai shook his head in disgust. “Boy bye! My pantyliners are cleaner than any chick or nigga you’ve ever been with,” Junie rebutted. “Aye, I’m not above shooting chicks. I told you I'm not gay.” He gripped his pants. “You ain’t the only shooter, baby. My gun bust just the same,” she smirked, patting her fanny pack.

“I guess I'll sit up here with you,” Junie stated, turning to climb on top of Harvey’s truck next to Dai. “Oh, now you want to be all on my jock after threatening to shoot me.” “Boy, do you ever shut up?” “Let me touch your booty and I might,” Dai flirted.

“Oh, you want some of this too?” she jeered when he was in her personal space. “Yea, mama, I want some,” his sultry voice whispered against her neck. “I want some of that pretty ass pussy too. “Op.” Hunter dropped the ball, allowing him to steal it. Tossing the ball to Axel, Nite used his body to block Hunter from running in his direction. Grabbing her waist, Nite felt her up until Hunter yanked away from him. “Foul,” she laughed at his lack of discretion. He was clearly using the game to cop a feel.

“Fuck outta here, this my bitch.” Aaron waved him off, which proved to be a big mistake. Before any of them could warn Aaron about who he was dismissing, he was struck in the back of the head with the butt of a gun. “Ah fuck.” Aaron grabbed his head to stop the throbbing. “This nigga giving you problems, pretty toes?” Dai asked, cocking the gun. “I’m fine.” She wiped her eyes and tried to straighten her shirt. “Nah, you all crying and shit while these pussy niggas standing around watching this nigga manhandle you. Say the word and I'll paint his brains on the concrete like street art.” “I promise I'm ok,” Hunter swore. As much as she hated Aaron at that moment, he was still the father of her child, and she didn’t want his blood on her hands. “Bitch ass nigga,” Dai gritted, letting off a round of kicks to Aaron’s abdomen.

“Who is that clown?” Nite gritted. “He’s Axel’s father.” “That’s the type of nigga you let between your thighs, inside your temple?” “Excuse me?” “Are you still fucking him?” “N-no, of course not,” Hunter stuttered, unsure why she was answering him and nervously at that. Still holding onto his hands, she gazed into his dark eyes, looking for a glimpse of light. “You better not. That man is a waste of air, and if I see him with his hands on you again, I'm going to murk that nigga and adopt his son,” Nite promised, stroking her cheek. “Take care of yourself, mama.” He pulled away and bopped off as smoothly as he appeared.

Outside, Dai was leaning against Nite’s car, blowing smoke from his mouth. Ms. Rose stood next to him talking, but Nite couldn’t hear what she was saying. Just as he started to go off on his brother, Dai handed the blunt to Ms. Rose, who happily accepted it. Like a pro, she pulled from the blunt and released the smoke through her nose. Coughing, she repeated the process before handing it back to Dai. “I know you not out here getting Ms. Rose high.” Nite snatched the blunt from Dai and flicked it into the street. "It helps with my glaucoma and arthritis,” Ms. Rose giggled. “Are you going to be able to care for Anna?”\ “Of course,” she nodded. “I’ll tell you one thing; weed is so much different nowadays. Back when I smoked, it was nothing like this. Shit, I see stars and all. You think I can have a little more?” Ms. Rose whispered. “I’ll drop you off a little bit later,” Dai promised. “Ok. Let me get in here. This shift is going to be a breeze now,” she sang, strolling up the sidewalk. Nite turned to his brother and shook his head. “What?” Dai chortled. “I can’t believe you got the caregiver high.” “Aye, it was either that or bend her over in the back of your car. She wearing her good bra and I have mommy issues.” “You’re fucking sick.” Nite shook his head. “Blame mommy dearest in there,” Dai replied, hopping in the passenger seat.

“Thank God the Tibble twins were there to save the day,” Junie smirked.

“No, cars. I think the light skin one is supposed to be the driver, and the other one is like a computer geek.” “Who is a computer geek?” Junie asked, returning to her seat. “The twins. According to Ms. Reporting Live, they are jack boys,” Hunter said, making Junie cackle. “You stupid. She Fox 2, sis?” “She is. Bitch know everybody's business and don’t mind telling it.” “For one, fuck both of y’all,” Tiny laughed, knowing they were telling the truth. Her grandma used to smack her in the mouth so much that her top lip was permanently swollen.

“What’s up, pretty toes?” He grinned. “She the only one you see?” Junie snapped. “Fuck that man's attention. As long as you’re in my sights, another man can’t compare,” Harvey flirted, slipping his arm over her shoulder. “Talk yo shit, Harv!” Dai cheered. “Boy hush,” she laughed, leaning into him.

“Bitch, where you going?” Junie called after her.“Don’t worry about that,” Harvey told her. “How about we discuss your favorite stores so I can make something shake?” “Oh, you trickin’?” She hiked her eyebrow. “Big trickin’,” he whispered against her ear.