“Oh, hell nah,” Von almost shouted. “You say you can’t come to me, but you’d go to a pimp for the money?”

“He’s not a pimp, Von. He manages a club.”

“Same shit, Rhonda. Listen, boo, I’m getting too much bread in Virginia to have my shorty shaking her ass at a club. How far behind in the rent are you?”

Rhonda tingled with excitement. She hadn’t intended on hitting Von in the head again so soon, but he had put himself out there. She didn’t allow other men to just pop up on her, and he sure as hell wasn’t an exception to the rule. She had to teach him a lesson, so she blurted out, “Twenty-five hundred.”

Von winced when she said the figure. He had just spent a grip on her entertainment system, now the bitch needed another two grand to pay her back rent. Rhonda was turning out to be the most expensive lay he ever had. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself, though. He wanted to play the roll for the young Harlem chick, so he had to play it to the end. Reaching in the glove box, he pulled out a roll of bills and handed them to Rhonda.

“Pay ya rent, and use the rest to buy you and the kids something,” he said.

“Oh, thank you, daddy.” She hugged him.

“It’s a small thing, boo.”

Rhonda smiled devilishly. “You know what, daddy? Since you’ve been so good to me, I’m gonna be good to you.”

“Oh yeah? What you got in mind?”

“Don’t worry about it, just drive.”

Von pulled out into the afternoon traffic wondering what the hell Rhonda had up her sleeve. Three blocks later, he found out as she pulled out his small, fat penis and put it in her mouth. Von leaned his head back against the headrest and moaned as Rhonda took him to another world.

11

Yoshi stepped from the cab on the corner of 147th and Convent with the grace of a jungle cat, meaty thighs pressing against the fabric of her capris pants. She wore a tan hat with a wide brim, to try and protect her from the ever merciless sun, letting her dark hair low from beneath it. All eyes were on her as she headed up the block.

As she entered the walk-up apartment building, she literally bumped into Jah. When she braced her hands against his chest, she could feel the heavy vest strapped to him. Jah looked like he was about to reach for something until he realized who it was. Letting his hand fall easily back to his side, he smiled at Yoshi.

“Damn, nigga, where’re you going in such a hurry?” Yoshi asked.