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Rashad ‘Juke’ Lawson
That lil’ pussy got some power, I can’t lie, it got me weak (open)
Fresh up out the shower, she look good enough to eat
That lil’ pussy got some tricks, grip my dick when it squeeze
I was currently posted up atStacks On Deckwith my cousins, MJ and Deion. I came out tonight to hang with my cousins, but I was ready to take my ass back home. There were too many hating ass niggas out here, and I would hate to tear up Stacks’ club because one decided this would be the night he died. That’s exactly what would happen if a muthafucka thought they could step to me anything less than respectful. I’ain play about that shit on no day… in or out the ring.
“Damn,” I heard my cousin Deion say. “That bitch can get me to pay all her fuckin’ bills.” I let my eyes follow his and shook my head at the bitch he was talking about.
“Good luck with that shit. That ho got five kids and eight baby daddies.” He gave me a confused look, like it took a rocket scientist to figure out what I was saying.
“The fuck? That shit don’t even make sense.” He frowned as he took a swig of his beer.
“It don’t need to make sense, nigga. You fuck with that ho, and you gone be baby daddy number nine. She ain’t looking for nothing but a sponsor and a come-up, so if that’s what you want… be my fuckin’ guest.” MJ laughed at our banter like he normally did. He was older than the two of us, with Deion being the youngest. Those two were brothers, my uncle Macon’s kids. They had a younger sister, Ciara, who wanted to be a hood rat so bad with her wannabe ghetto ass. That was my baby, though.
“While you worried about that ho, you got any new updates on that shit I asked you about?”
My cousin Deion could hack into any damn database you needed him to. All he needed to know was who or what he was looking for and he’d have all the information you needed. I currently had him looking into the DeLuca’s cousin’s ex. She seems terrified of this nigga for whatever reason, and she won’t tell them why. I knew I could find some shit out with the help of Deion, but the only thing that came up was a few traffic violations until he got locked up on a possession charge. That couldn’t be the reason that Sophi was scared of that man, but that’s all I had to go on at the moment.
“Yeah, I got something. The nigga goes up for his parole hearing in a few weeks. That’s all I got for now. I can check again to see if that shit gets approved or not.” I nodded because there really wasn’t shit I could say to that. I’d keep tabs on the shit and a close eye on Sophi in the meantime.
“So much for a peaceful night.” I looked up to see what MJ was talking about and saw Janessa walking in my direction. She had her lil’ crew of friends with her, so I knew she was gone try to flex on a nigga. I’ain had time for this shit tonight, so she’d better be on her best fucking behavior.
“You wasn’t going to invite me into your section, Juke?” she sassed with her hand propped up on her thick hip.
“You found your way over here, didn’t you? The fuck I need to invite you for?” I looked up at her with a frown. She stood in front of me with a frown on her face that matched mine like that shit would move me or some shit. Janessa wasn’t an ugly chick. In fact, she was fine as a muthafucka, but she couldn’t be my woman. She was no taller than five feet, five inches, with a small waist and a fat ass and thighs to match. Her skin was the color of caramel, and she had a small button nose, pouty lips, and round eyes. She had all that and still wasn’t shit. Besides, I’on fuck with her brother, and she acted like she was scared of that nigga. My gaze never wavered, which made her break, and she finally took a seat next to me. Her friends went to sit down by MJ and Deion. Deion was more inclined to entertain their asses, but MJ wasn’t having that shit. He was damn near married, and another bitch couldn’t get him to cheat on Robin with another nigga’s dick.
“Aye, I’ll be back.” MJ stood and left the area like I knew he would. He didn’t like Nessa in the first place, so I expected him to bounce.
“MJ always dipping out. He must be scared of pussy,” Nessa’s ho ass friend, Marcy, voiced.
“Nah. He just don’t fuck with hos,” Deion mentioned. “But I do.” This nigga had the nerve to smile after calling that damn girl ho. She ate that shit up, though, so I guess she took it as a compliment.
“You really gone let your cousin call my homegirl a ho?” Nessa questioned from my side.
“I’ain letting that grown-ass man do shit. The fuck you or her gone do about it?” I raised my brow and peered over my shoulder at her before continuing to roll my blunt. The only time I didn’t smoke was when I had a fight lined up. I was chilling right now, but that nigga Boom kept crying for a rematch likehe won’t get his ass beat… again. That muthafucka was too cocky for me… in and out the ring. I did a lil’ something in the streets, and this nigga couldn’t compete there either. It was always a fucking issue when it came to me and my shit. Nigga sold garbage ass coke but blamed me for taking over his shit. That ain’t had shit to do with me and I wasn’t letting up on shit. He could get whatever issue he was looking for, and I’d be more than happy to deliver that shit.
After I had my blunt rolled, I sparked it and took a deep pull before leaning back and appreciating the way the smoke caressed my lungs. I had to remember to check in with Sophi. It’s been a few days since I checked in and the last time she said she was okay, but shorty wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. She was scared as fuck of that nigga. She didn’t say why, but I knew it was deeper than just some street nigga shit. He had her shook and paranoid from a gah damn prison cell, and that shit bothered the fuck out of me.
“Yo, I’m out.” MJ came back and let us know he was leaving. He probably went to call Robin, and she begged that nigga to come home and, like an ol’ in love ass nigga… he went. That nigga didn’t care how soft it made him look. When his woman wanted or needed him, he dropped every fucking thing. I’ain blame him… I just wasn’t there yet.
“Aight. I’m ’bout to get outta here, too.” I dapped my cousin, and he did the same to his brother, who now had both them hos attention.
“I’m leaving with you?” Nessa asked.
“Did you come with me?” I blew the smoke out of my mouth, not even looking at her ass.
“You know what I mean, Rashad,” she sassed.
“Chill with that Rashad shit. We ain’t like that. Now if you tryna get fucked, you know where to meet me.” I was done with the conversation and headed out, leaving her sitting therelooking crazy while Deion told her homegirls to leave with him. Bitches ain’t have no morals, but wonder why they were called hos.
I left out the club and hopped in my Tahoe. On the way, I pulled my phone out and texted Sophi to check on her.
You good, shorty?
