Page 2 of Welcome to the Table
I looked around for their clothes, panicking, voice shaking, heart throbbing. I knew I was about fuck some shit up because of the touching, so I had to restrain myself from doing so. They were still moving slowly, or too slow for my liking. They sat upand looked around like they were lost, and when their eyes met mine, they grew big as saucers. Clearly, they knew me, but I didn’t know them.
I grabbed their shit and threw it at them; I didn’t even make eye contact. Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched them move like they had molasses in their asses, but this shit wasn’t a game. I knew I kept a gun between the mattresses, so I slipped it out quick and cocked that bitch. That got their attention.
“Get the fuck out my shit before I send y’all to the fucking moon.”
Frick and Frack started to move faster. One got up and attempted to find her way to the bathroom. She didn’t know who she was fucking with. I moved with ease behind her and yanked her hair with my gun to her throat.
“Bitch, where the fuck you think you going? The front door ain’t that way. You and yo’ dog face ass friend get on the other side of the front door,” I barked and pushed ol’ girl back on the bed. I knew they wanted to say something, but they knew better.
“Nigga, you asked us to come here, and now you’re putting us out,” one of them mumbled.
“Well, I don’t remember, but the fucking party is over anyway. This wasn’t a fucking sleepover.” I looked down and noticed a rubber on my dick. I must have fucked these bitches. I was fucked up, or somebody laced my shit. Knowing Hellcat, ain’t no telling what the fuck happened.
The shit made my skin crawl to see them on my 24k Cashmere superb fucking mattress and Yves St Laurant sheets. I knew I had to buy new sheets. The maid wasn’t gon’ get the shit clean enough for my liking. My shit was sweaty and had a little smell to it that I didn’t like. I snatched that shit off the bed and put it in the garbage, which I would take out later.
Since I couldn’t bring my hands to touch the condom that hung from my dick, I walked to the bathroom and stood over thetoilet. I wagged my dick until the condom fell in, and I flushed it. Then, I turned the shower on to the hottest setting that I could take. All five shower heads were set to the same temperature. This was my favorite part of my penthouse. The shower was my peace, and the voices in my head went away. Every problem disappeared once the water hit my skin.
I took my time to lather up my loofah and wash myself. I didn’t stay long because I had to make a few moves before I went to my real home. That’s where my real peace was. I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and grabbed my weed and backwoods. I sat in the chair closest to the balcony and rolled my blunt because I needed it. My mind was fucked up, and I needed to get it together because I knew some type of bullshit was about to come.
When I grabbed my phone, I realized the shit was dead, so I got up and looked around for my charger. I found my shit under the bed and plugged my phone up. It took a minute to come to life, but when it did, all types of chimes and music started to play. I knew it must have been Hellcat and Melph looking for me because I hadn’t answered. Text messages, missed calls, and notifications from social media. I wasn’t on social media much, so that made my antennas go up. Only I had access to my shit.
I waited for the shit to stop vibrating and beeping before I grabbed it. I threw on a fresh pair of boxers and a shirt to smoke my blunt on the balcony. The wind was clean and fresh, and I needed it to recall what the fuck happened last night. I sat on the lounge seat and smoked my blunt while scrolling through my phone. I had missed calls from my father, Hellcat, and a number I didn’t recognize. I ignored all that shit and put my phone on the table next to me.
As I smoked my blunt, I thought about my life and how it came to this bullshit. I never asked for the life I had, but I was grateful for the skills that I had acquired in the process. Myfather knew I didn’t want this shit, but he forced it on me, and I had no choice but to accept. I was the quiet son and the firstborn, so I saw everything firsthand. The killings and how my father operated his business.
My father ran a billion-dollar empire that I wanted no part of, but he taught me anyway. I went to LSU and got my degree in cybersecurity. That was to hack into bank accounts and anything that posed a threat to our family. He made sure all of us got our education because it was a part of our training. We rarely ever killed people because we had people for that. This laundering and hacking shit went deeper than the eye. Melph had politicians, FBI agents, and a few US Marshals under his belt. He had favors everywhere because of their gambling habit.
So many of them niggas were in debt to my pops, but he couldn’t touch them because of their positions. Make no mistake, though, if they needed a wakeup call, we had people to handle that, and it wouldn’t trace back to us. I shook my head at the thought. As I smoked my blunt, my phone rang, and I already knew who it was: Hellcat. This nigga always felt like he had to be the first one to call me, spoiled ass. I was the only one he called when he knew he fucked up and didn’t want Melph to know, and I would clean the shit up. I didn’t even look at the screen; I grabbed the phone, slid the bar to the side, and answered.
“What, nigga?” I said, and he laughed on the other end
“Well, good morning to you, too, nigga. I was calling to see what the fuck happened to you last night,” he said like he didn’t already know.
I looked at my phone in disbelief because this nigga set all this shit up
“Nigga, you know damn well I don’t remember what the fuck happened last night, but I know you do, so tell me why I woke up with two nasty bitches in my bed,” I barked into the phone.
This nigga was laughing the entire time.
“Nigga, you were protected, so you ain’t got shit to worry about, but I heard you did them girls bad, pulling yo’ gun out and shit.” He laughed.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about being protected. You know I don’t trust too many people, and you about to be on that list.” I said.
I was heated and felt the smoke coming from my ears. Hellcat knew I didn’t fuck with people other than family. He was losing my trust as a brother and a friend.
“Nigga, I told you that you were protected. I had hittas all around you, outside your door, and in front of the building, so you were straight. Besides, I knew the bitches, so they weren’t gon’ try shit unless they wanted to lose their life,” he said and stopped laughing.
Hellcat didn’t take shit seriously, and it pissed me off. He knew he had pissed me off because he got quiet.
“You laughing, nigga, but I almost pushed they shit back for moving too fucking slow getting out my shit. You know I don’t play that shit,” I told him, and the phone went silent.
“And you right. You know those bitches, I don’t. Stop doing dumb shit and take life more serious before the joke be on you,” I told him as I hit my blunt.
“You threatening me, nigga? Your own fucking brother? You know I wouldn’t let shit happen to you,” he tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t hearing that shit.
“I make promises, nigga, so don’t fuck with it.” I had to let him know I was serious because that shit could have killed me.
“What the fuck you put in my drink anyway, nigga? I know it was something because I can’t remember shit. I do know I only had one fucking drink,” I said, and he remained silent. I heard him take a deep breath, and I knew his dumb ass was about to tell me the truth.
