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  Shyt List

  Be Careful Who You Cross

  By

  Reign

  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. All the characters, incidents and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2007940465

  ISBN: 0-9794931-1-0

  ISBN 13: 978-0-9794931-1-9

  Cover Design: Davida Baldwin www.oddballdsgn.com

  Editor: Advance Editing Services

  Graphics: Davida Baldwin

  Typesetting: Davida Baldwin

  First Edition

  Printed in the United States of America

  Copyright © 2008 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the author, except by reviewer who may quote passages to be printed in a newspaper or magazine.

  What up Folks,

  Thanks for coppin’ The Cartel Publications first street banger. The Cartel Publications promises to make sure we put out real shit. We strive to rep for all our folks who have to wake up, scratch, survive and sleep in the game day in and day out. Our stories may not be what all people wanna be faced with, but they are real and deserve to be told. If you continue to ride with The Cartel, we promise to ALWAYS ride for you. We appreciate your love and support and will continue to live up to your expectations.

  In every book we drop, we promise to pay homage to Author’s who kicked the door down on Street Lit. In this book, we give love to:

  “K’WAN”

  Kwan was one of the first authors to give street lit a name. We love you Brah and we preciate the love and real you put in your work. Keep grindin’ on the top!!!

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  Dedication

  I dedicate this book to every author who has tried to write a book without the backing. I know what its like. Stay on your grind. Good things come to those who grow tired of waiting. Take what’s yours!

  Acknowledgements

  I’d like to thank T.Styles and Charisse Washington for giving me a chance. Its one thing to believe in a book, but it’s a whole notha thing to put your money behind it. For that, I thank you both.

  I’d also like to thank everyone who’s reading this book now. Your support means a lot to me. If you like this one, you’ll love my other novels coming to a bookstore near you.

  I’d also like to thank my friends and my family members. You know who you are. Maybe one day I’ll be accepted for who I am, and not what I do.

  Chapter One

  Hood Love At Its Best

  The night summer air was hypnotic and a perfect breeze was blowing through and around the inner city buildings. 19 year old Yvonna’s red Prada stilettos clicked quickly against the concrete pavement, leading toward her block.

  She was irritated that the gum she was chewing had lost its flavor and that the thongs she was wearing had run so far up her ass, it was difficult to walk. She would’ve freed herself from the uncomfortable feeling but she was almost at her building in Southeast D.C. Not to mention her hands were occupied with grocery bags filled with food.

  “You need help, shawty?!” yelled a neighborhood block head.

  “Naw I’m good,” she responded as she passed him walking seductively. She added a little extra in her step because she knew he was watching. “Boy, don’t waste your time dreamin’ bout it,” she paused turning around to catch the lustful look in his eyes. “Cuz it’s never gonna happen.” She winked and continued her stroll to her apartment.

  “Man ain’t nobody payin’ you no mind,” he replied as he cupped his dick and balls. “Wit yo half crazy ass.”

  Crazy was a word she hated, and she contemplated smacking him for the disrespect, but thought better of it. Instead she shook her head and cut the corner of the fenced in entrance. She knew he wanted to fuck her just like the rest of the hustlers ‘round her way.

  As her mind wondered, she thought about Cream, one of her best girlfriends. She was mad at her for dropping her off two blocks from her building. If Cream hadn’t fucked Yvonna’s neighbor’s husband, she would’ve been able to drop her off out front.

  But Treyana swore that if she saw her anywhere near her block she’d stomp a mud hole in her ass. And with six brothers and sisters, Cream knew Treyana meant it. She didn’t stop at just fucking him, she went as far as to shack up in a run down motel off of New York Avenue in D.C. with his bum ass. Best believe the dogs were called out on her, so Cream hid out.

  When Yvonna reached the apartment building she shared with her 6 year old sister and as she would say, her senile veteran father, she managed to free three fingers to grab the building’s door. Once inside she cracked it open, stuck her foot in to hold it steady and twirled her body inside. The glass door bounced on her ass once before she took two steps forward and allowed it to close fully behind her. She briefly placed the bags on the floor to catch her breath and looked up at the two flights of stairs she had to tackle before finally getting some rest.

  “Damn! Maybe I should’ve let his ass help!” she said out loud.

  Picking the bags back up, she forced herself up the dimly lit hallway. She smiled when she saw her door realizing in a minute she’d be able to get naked, sit on the couch and munch on the oatmeal crème pies she had in one of the bags.

  Now upstairs, Yvonna placed the bags on the floor and reached for the keys in her pocket. Before letting herself in, she dug in her ass and adjusted the thong that had been holding her hostage for the past few minutes. She was so caught up in bullshit, that she hadn’t heard or sensed the person in the dark hallway behind her.

  “Don’t scream,” he whispered heavily in her ear as he placed his left hand firmly against her mouth. She could smell the faint scent of cocoa butter since his index finger was directly under her nose. “You fuckin’ hear me?”

  She nodded her head yes.

  “Open the door.”

  It took her a minute to find the right key on the Burberry keychain. The sound of them jingling resonated in the hallway. When she located the key, she did as instructed and allowed him in as she wrestled with the bags.

  “Hurry the fuck up!” he whispered again.

  With the bags against the living room wall, they walked in and he locked the door behind them.

  The apartment was totally dark with the exception of the light which illuminated from the huge fish tank against the living room wall. Just as she expected, her 6 year old sister Jesse was asleep and she saw no signs of her father.

  With his hand still over her mouth he mumbled, “Now walk over to the couch! You betta not scream. You hear me?!”

  She nodded yes. When she reached the couch, she bent over the edge as he demanded. With her ass in the air and her knees slightly bent, he reveled at her sexiness. The red Baby Phat shorts looked as if they were painted on. Still, they were in the way for what he had planned. With that, he tugged at them until they hung loosely at her ankles.

  “Dayyyuummm!” he said focusing on her honey brown ass in the purple thongs. Then he ripped them off to
o. Yvonna squinted in pain because the thongs had rubbed her raw.

  “Don’t hurt me,” she begged looking back at him. “I’ll do anything you say just please don’t hurt me.”

  “Didn’t I tell you not to say shit?” He asked as he pressed up against her back to reach her ear. He placed more force on her than necessary.

  She nodded yes.

  “Then why da fuck you speakin’?” Sprinkles of spit touched her face.

  She didn’t respond.

  “Don’t say shit else!” He continued as he busied himself with the pussy he was about to take.

  As he captured her silence, he entered her raw. His dick had grown a solid seven inches. He was so hard that if he’d been any harder, it would’ve felt like a bat going in and out of her tiny body. The veins on his dick were pulsating as he fucked her without remorse for how she felt. Licking his lips, he caught a brief glimpse of his balls slapping against her phat ass. When he realized he was being turned on even more, and on the verge of cumming before he wanted to, he allowed her ass cheeks to drop against his stomach. With one hand pressing on the small of her back to keep the arch, he grabbed her hair and used it as a reign to ride her from behind.

  “Shit!! I’m bout to cum!” He moaned. He had her in the perfect position and could no longer hold out.

  Hearing this, Yvonna decided there was no way she was about to be left hanging. She slyly backed up into him and twirled her hips with each motion he made. But when she did, he was brought closer to his point.

  “I’m about to cummm! Shit!!!!” He yelled.

  “Shhhhhh!” She managed thinking her little sister may overhear them.

  “Fuck that,” he responded. “Your pussy shouldn’t be so good.”

  Yvonna didn’t care what he did now because while he was yapping off at the mouth, she’d already gushed her wetness all over his dick. Unlike him she was able to moan hers out giving off the impression that she hadn’t cum.

  “Stay right there.” He informed. “Don’t move!”

  When he took his slippery dick out, and aimed for her back to release his cum, it reached the glass coffee table instead. Yvonna burst out into laughter seeing the mess he’d made. He chuckled and fell into her, his cold platinum diamond chain pressed against her skin.

  “You know you crazy right?” He asked out of breath.

  “I’m crazy? How you figure?”

  “Cuz you stay likin’ this rough shit.” He replied before pulling up his True Religion jeans. He then disappeared into the darkness of the apartment and returned with a warm washcloth.

  “And you love that I like it rough. Anyway, I thought you couldn’t come over tonight,” she responded as she rose so he could clean both of their wetness from her body. When he rubbed her exposed vagina with the washcloth, she tensed up due to the rawness she felt. On the sly, he stuck his finger inside of her.

  “Damn! You still wet! Let me hit it again real quick!” he reached for himself.

  “Stop boy!” She snatched the washcloth from him and cleaned the mess off the table. “I’m already in pain messin’ wit yo silly ass!” She slid back into her shorts leaving the zipper opened so her tiny belly could breathe. She didn’t see her panties and wasn’t searching for them either. She flipped on the kitchen light. “And put them groceries on the counter,” she continued as her tiny feet slapped against the cold hardwood floor. “Might as well make yourself useful.”

  Yvonna wondered why he popped up the way that he did. “I thought you were goin’ to the party tonight.” She grabbed the black rubber hair band that she kept on her arm, and pulled her hair into a ponytail which sat on the top of her head. “You act like you ain’t have no time for me earlier when I called.”

  “I always got time for you.” he pinched her ass.

  “Move, boy!” she yelled secretly loving his aggression. “And how you know what time I was gonna be home?”

  “I waited on you. Plus you always go to the store at night. You betta switch your routine up.”

  “I ain’t changin’ shit! I hate waitin’ in dem long ass lines. At night I’m in and out. And don’t try to skip the subject B. What’s up wit the party?”

  “I’m still goin’.” He placed the bags on the counter and looked as if he had something on his mind. “I just came to check you before I left. Plus I wanna talk to you about somethin’.”

  “Everything okay? Besides the fact that you’re standin’ me up for the movies again?”

  “I’ll make it up to you shawty.”

  “Oh I know that,” she said curling her lips. “But you betta know it too!”

  He walked up behind her and placed his arms around her waist. The diamond studded belly ring she wore scratched his arm lightly.

  “So you really gonna do it huh?”

  “Yes, Bilal,” she responded stealing a piece of his apple that he’d taken from the grocery bag. She already knew what he was talking about. Her transporting drugs from D.C., to New York for the gang he belonged to. “And don’t start with me because I don’t want to hear it.”

  “What if I tell you I don’t want you doin’ it? Then what?”

  “We already talked about this Lal!”

  “I know we talked about it,” he said as a look of concern overtook him. “But I don’t think you should do it. Once you get involved in this shit you stuck.”

  Yvonna stopped what she was doing and looked into his eyes. His long eyelashes added softness to his rugged features. His black and Spanish heritage made him look exotic. And because he stayed in the streets, the sun caused his skin to bronze.

  Everything about him was perfect to hear Yvonna tell it. From his 6’2 inch height, to his large dick. And no matter how much he loved wearing plain white T’s, baggy jeans and Nike boots, he still looked like a model with a thuggish quality. He was tatted up. His favorite was the one on his arm which read “LalVon” inside of a coffin. It represented his motto that it would be he and Yvonna till death.

  “I hear you, Bilal,” she smiled walking over to him before stealing a passionate kiss. She then ran her hand over his silky goatee. “But I’m a big girl and I been wantin’ to get with the Young Black Millionarz before I met you in high school. You act like I’m an angel or somethin’.”

  “Oh I know you be throwin’ them bows.” He chuckled. “That’s one of the reasons I love you.” He looked into her hazel brown eyes.

  “But shit has changed with the YBM. It ain’t how it use to be. Ever since Crazy Dave and his step brother Swoopes got put on, niggas been lunchin’ out. Some dudes doin’ stuff we ain’t use to do. Like stickin’ up mothafuckas and shit. They got the game all fucked up. ”

  “Why they even let them in?” she questioned.

  “Because they thorough and don’t give a fuck,” he advised. “And you need a few niggas like that on the squad.”

  “I don’t know ‘bout Swoopes but I think Dave’s a punk for real for real.” Yvonna said fanning her hand in the air. She hated his fucking guts. “Plus I don’t appreciate him telling people Sabrina’s pussy smelled like cat piss. It ain’t like he fucked her so how would he know anyway?”

  “How you know he ain’t hit?”

  “I don’t know.” She removed the black shirt she was wearing and allowed her titties to show. She hated clothes. “But he don’t eitha.”

  “No lie, your girl do need a lesson in hygiene.” he laughed pinching her nipples.

  “And how do you know?” She hit him on the hand. “Don’t be talkin’ about her. That’s my friend!”

  “Everybody know that girl’s pussy stink! Every time she get out a car, niggas turn the other way. I mean she a big girl and all, but she still can wash her ass. That’s ree-dic-culous!”

  Yvonna couldn’t say much because although she was one of her best friends, she knew what Bilal was saying was true. On many occasions she pulled her to the side to have a conversation with her about her odor and she still couldn’t get it right. Most women wouldn’t have the hear
t to tell their friends but Yvonna did. She felt sorry for the nigga that fucked and got her pregnant.

  They were still talking when Bilal’s cell phone rang.

  “Hello,” he said walking away from her. He looked back to see if she was watching. She was. “I can’t hear you.” He said as he walked further away. He was trying to space himself away from Yvonna since she was always sweating him about his calls.

  Yvonna picking up on the cue walked back into the kitchen. Why the fuck he got to go in the other room? She thought. I hope he ain’t fuckin around on me again!

  Bilal was a good dude but just like most, he made the mistake of stepping out on her every now and again. And ever since the last time, Yvonna didn’t trust him. It didn’t make her feel any better that he wasn’t with the Young Black Millionarz right now, and he was at her house. It didn’t help that he slept over there almost every night despite living on the Maryland side of town. Once a cheat always a cheat in her book. Still, love wouldn’t allow her to leave him alone.

  “Who dat?” she asked walking up to him while he was in the living room on the couch. She could no longer bite her tongue.

  “I’ma hit you lada man.” he said as he ended the call. He didn’t want her going off like she had many times in the past. Yvonna had a temper so bad that when she got angry, she would get violent and not remember doing it.

  “Bilal, who the fuck was that?!” She yelled as she took the black New York Yankees cap off his head and hit him with it.

  “Stop trippin girl!”

  “Don’t tell me to stop trippin!” she yelled as she snatched the Blackberry off his hip and hit send to connect to the last caller. Bilal tried to get a hold of her but she was too quick. When the phone rang and someone answered she asked, “Who’s this?”