Page 10 of The Hellcat Barbies: Saskia
Metavello, or Vello as everyone called him, reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring, flashing that bad motherfucker to us. Every wife in the mob had a rock on her hand that pushed the next nigga to step up his game when it came to crowning his own Queen. It was almost like a secret competition – the battle of the baddest bitch with the baddest ring. Since I had a thing for dark sins, Lorenzo had been winning so far, but with Renello bagging his woman, Pia, and now Metavello with Discover, the three of them were all tied. All of their women were some fine chocolate shit. But, make no mistake, all the niggas on the team had beautiful women; it was as if that was a requirement too, even though it had never been said out loud. That was a given though – rich niggas had to have bad bitches, and a woman’s size, shape, or color didn’t make her bad to me; it was her fucking demeanor, and the made men all had bagged one.
“Nel, since you already proposed to Pia and yo double mint about to do the same, Cuppacios’ y’all can rise the fuck up outta here.”
Nel shot up, height matching his brother’s, “Gladly nigga.”
Shio slowly got up too, not moving right away when Don ordered. I’d seen the strain on his face many times when Don said some off-the-wall shit because I’d felt those same strains. Don was a muthafucka, but he was solid. I fucks with him because he kept it real and put a nigga in a better position to win when he didn’t have to— but his mouth sometimes made me want to kill his ass.
“Hold up,” Nel slapped Shio’s chest with the back of his hand.
“What the fuck this introverted ass nigga leaving for? He ain’t got down on one knee nor have we seen him parading a bitch around.”
Shio slapped Nel’s hand away with a frown.
“I thought you niggas were one band, one fucking sound? And worry about yo fucking self. I ain’t fucking with you Cuppacio niggas today. Every time I’m around y’all, I go home annoyed as fuck. That shit been rubbing off on my baby. Gone have my lil girl around this hoe, aggravated with life. Nah, she’s too fucking rich for that so I gotta limit my time in you niggas presence. Y’all bring out the ugly in me.” Don jutted his chin at the door.
“Fuck you think you bring out in us?” Shio’s frown deepened.
“Beast. I bring the fucking beast and the boss out in you niggas. Y’all never even owned a cufflink before me, and now look, you niggas Dapper like Dan. Fuck out.”
Shio rubbed his chin with a grin that looked more threatening than anything, but he left along with his cousins. I would never question the next man, but Nel was right: Shio hadn’t bagged a woman I knew of, let alone proposed, so I was confused about why I was here and he wasn’t.
“This shit gone end with me murking all them niggas,” Don shook his head.
“You love them niggas Don,” I chuckled.
“I loved my daddy, and I still murked his ass. Love doesn’t mean much to a nigga like me unless it’s from the woman who sits on my face every night—any nigga can go.”
Sitting back in my seat, I knew Don was capping, but I didn’t call him out on it. He’d indeed killed his father, and that’s how he became Don in the first place, but he cared too much about his family and his left hand to kill them off. Still, I let him talk. Talking was his favorite damn thing to do. The nigga was definitely about that action, but he loved to aggravate the hell out of a motherfucker and hear himself ramble.
“Yak, how the fuck you let them niggas beat you? What? Out of all these hoes in the city you can’t find not one?”
Using my top teeth, I scraped my bottom lip. When we were approached by the mob, my cousin immediately got hitched. It wasn’t hard for him because he’d had a long-time girlfriend with whom he shared three children. She’d been sad about having to move away from Diamond Cove because she loved the beach, but when she saw the crib my cousin bought for her, she was on the first flight out. Now, she barely looked back and only returned to Diamond Cove when she had no choice, like for a funeral or wedding. Kristi had turned into a bougie mob wife and fit in well with the other women.
Jagoda Bay had beautiful women. Hell, Diamond Cove had beautiful women, too. I’d had my fair share of them from both cities and even some from the states in between. I just couldn't give my last name to any woman, though. Fuck that. Carrying my last name meant you were carrying my damn dynasty. As gorgeous as the women I’d bedded were, I wasn’t into locking any of them down. There were girls lined down the block ready to secure not only a baller but a mob nigga, and even though Ihad no qualms about spending a ticket on pussy, I was cautious about whom I brought into my world permanently.
“You the best tracker I done ever seen, Yak. It’s niggas that went to school for tech and coding with degrees to back it up, and their success rate isn’t nearly as good as yours. That’s what you bring to my organization. You can find muthafuckas that spend big money to never be found again. Shit with yo cousin being the Hunter, you two could probably go to hell bring my bitch ass daddy back, and still make it back in time for ya next training. Y'all are the best in the fucking business, and you mean to tell me the tracker can’t track down a hoe of his own?”
Don looked genuinely frazzled, and if the situation weren’t so serious, I’d laugh. Don had extended more grace than I could have asked for regarding me finding a wife.What kept me under the radar was the Cuppacios being single. Now that them niggas had found their ribs with the exception of Shio, I knew time was ticking.
“It’s like you niggas are allergic to in-house pussy.”
I wasn’t allergic; I actually preferred it. I couldn’t wait for the day I had a woman to call home. I wasn’t the type who glorified being a bachelor. My grandmother raised us to be providers and protectors, and before her, my father did that since Hunter’s daddy died from a brain aneurysm before he could walk. I was born to please, provide, and protect, which is why I couldn’t just marry anybody.
“I’m on it, Don.”
He jutted his chin at the door.
“Not on it. I need youinit. I’m tum bout innniiit. Head first. Scroll through your phone and do Eenie Meenie Miney Moe. Ion care, do something. Why you got sandy hair and eyes and shit if you can't grab a bitch with them?You niggas don’t know how to use ya physical attributes.”
Standing, I chuckled, “With or without the hair, I’d still knock down the most unavailable.” I spoke truthfully. Did women gravitate toward me because of the uniqueness of my features? Absolutely. If I didn't have them, would that stop me? Never. Everyone in my family had light brown hair, and Hunter had even passed it down to his children. Goldens, as my granny called us, because our hair was more gold than blonde. My grandmother dyed hers when I was a kid, claiming blonde and grey didn’t mesh well. Other than that, it was a trait that no one had been able to escape from in the Valor lineage.
“Yeah, aite.”
Pushing through the soundproof conference room, the sound of Slot Machines signaled that money was being lost. It was early in the day, so the Dungeon wasn’t as crowded as usual, but there were still some muthafuckas gambling, including Hunter.
His ignorant ass was on the penny machine, causing me to shake my head as I stood next to him. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and since it was on the right side, I pulled it out to answer. I normally wouldn’t touch my phone in the Dungeon because privacy was a priority. There were men and women here who had no business being here and could lose everything if it got out. But the phone was my personal one, and not many had that line.
Seeing my grandmother’s picture appear, I answered.
