Salty: A Ghetto Soap Opera (Drama In The Hood) (9 page)

"Peter I know you consider Yay-Yay as family." - She noticed his eye brow rise. - She continued, "but I think the girl has a crush on you." She paused and waited for Peter’s response. To her surprise he didn't defend Yay-Yay like he did in the past. He must feel the same way Jazz thought. She took a deep breath.

"Peter. I don't want my cousin working for you."   

"What?" Peter blurted. He wasn't expecting to hear that one.  Unsure of how to respond to Jazz’ request, Peter charmed her. He pulled her close to him, kissed her soft lips and said,

"Let’s not mess up tonight talking about Yay-Yay or any other female; it’s me and your time."

She smiled and nodded to agree.

"Can we talk about it later, she asked Pete.

He told her yes, later, but not now. Then they kissed again.

Later that night they ended back up at his place. Once the two got their buzz on, Peter started by pleasuring Jazz and to his surprise it ended with her pleasuring him. Although she wasn’t experienced with performing oral sex like Yay was, Peter focused on who was doing it and how much he loved and appreciated her. He wasn't able to bust, but that was okay. He still enjoyed every minute of her attempt to please him.  Around 2am Peter dropped Jazz off at home.

Before day break on Friday morning………

Peter pulled his silver 745 in front of the black iron gate that lead to the entrance of his driveway. He put his car in park, got out and unlocked his gate. He walked back to his car, got in, shut the door and pulled into his driveway. He cut his car off and sat there for a minute. A smile crept across his face when he thought about Jazz and how she tried to please him. He puffed his chest out thinking about how he had a young tender that was still a virgin, smart, pretty and loved him like no other. She's definitely someone he would want to wife in the future. She was one of the only ones that accepted him for him. And he loved her for that. The only problem he had was having his ego stroked. That's why he fucked around with the hood rats and gold diggers they catered to his ego. They made him feel like he was the man, a king. They were impressed with his status. Jazz cared nothing about that. All she cared about was that he was her man. Status, money, cars was never the reason she chose to be in love with Peter. And he knew that. I promise I’m going to do right by her as soon as she let me break her in. Peter thought. The sounds of E40’s Tell Me When to Go broke Peter out of his thoughts. He looked in his rearview mirror and noticed Sabrina getting out of a black Yukon.
A different nigga every other night,
Peter thought to his self as he got out the car and walked toward the gate to lock it.

"What's up, Peter?" Sabrina said as she crossed the street.

"Come here, Sabrina." He called out.

With no questions asked, she sashayed over to Peter. He checked her out. She was slutty-looking good. She wore a white halter mini dress and a pair of red stilettos, to match her fire engine red hair.  Just looking at her, Peter got hard. It was something about them light skin ghetto girls that turned him on.

“
Ain't it too late for you to be out?" Peter teased.

"I'm grown." Sabrina shot back. "Anyway, what's up?" she asked.

"You wanna smoke something?"

"I don't smoke." She frowned her lips and looked him up and down real quick. "But if you got something to drink I'm with that. I'm going to need a buzz to block out my granny bitching."

She looked over at her house.

"I know she ain't sleep."  

Peter unlocked his front gate.

"Come on."

Sabrina took two steps into the yard and before Peter could shut the gate good, the driver of the Yukon swooped up in front of his house. A brown skin dude, with cornrows jumped out with a pistol in his hand. His eyes were on Sabrina and his gun was pointed at Peter. The nigga was smooth. That's because he was a gangster first and a pimp second.

 
"Bitch, you think this a game?"

Sabrina held her hands in a surrender position and shook her head no. She was more in shock then scared. He then looked at Peter.

"What you had planned with my bitch?"

Peter’s punk ass was scared as shit and it was written in his voice and on his face. He never did no fighting or shooting. He really didn't have problems. He was a cool cat. Any problems he had Ken would handle them for him. Peter swallowed hard. He stared at the barrel of the gun. Slowly he answered,

"Nothing. We was going to have a drink. It ain't even like that."

Old boy then looked back at Sabrina.

"How much you charge him?"

"We… We… Charge him, for what?"

He walked over to Sabrina and
Bow:
Slapped the shit out of her causing her to fall on her ass. He then kicked her in her right leg.

“
You think this shit a game?” He scolded her.

“
Daddy, I’m sorry.” She said.

He looked at her and frowned.

"Get up bitch."

She held her face and continued to sit there on the ground. She was in shock; she was scared to move. When she didn't do as he said, he picked her up by her hair. She let out a light scream.

"Don't make me fuck you up. Shut your mouth and go get in the truck."

She wanted to tell him she had to go in the house. She'd been gone for two days. The only reason why her granny hadn’t filled out a missing persons report is because she had been calling her, telling her she was alright.  Sabrina felt in her gut that her fast ways had caught up with her. Her granny was right. She done got herself in some shit she couldn't get out of. Sabrina did as she was told and walked to the truck and got in it.

I gotta get away from this nigga, but I’m scared. How about he kills me like he said?

She thought about the night she told him that she wanted to be his, and when he agreed to claim her, he warned her that if she ever gave his pussy away she better get some money for it. He also told her if she ever tried to leave he would kill her. He only let her check in with her granny to keep the police off his back.

Peter didn't know what to think. He didn't know if he should have remorse for Sabrina or be scared for his life.

I should have taken my ass in the house. Ken said my dick was going to be the death of me. Shit I pictured dying in some pussy because it was just that good, but not getting killed over it.

"I'm sorry homey." Peter said.

Old boy gave Peter a once over. His gear was on point. He then looked in the yard at the 745 and Cadillac truck. Either he had money or he was flossing. Whatever it was, he was going to break bread or get fucked up.

He looked at Peter.

"You see that's my bitch. My property. Looking is alright. I see you looking when I dropped her off, and I was cool with that. It’s when you trespass that causes a problem."

"I never…!"

The pimp put his hand to his lips to hush Peter.

"Don’t talk unless you are asked.”

He looked over at his truck. Sabrina’s lip was fucked up.

“
Fucking with you, she’s going to be off for two days. You owe me. Point, blank, period. I need three hundred dollars." he told Peter.

Without hesitation Peter reached in his pocket and pulled out about seven hundred dollars. He went to count out three hundred, but was told to hand it all over. He was going to protest until he saw the look in the pimp/robber/gangster’s face.

"Here, man." Pete said. "Can a nigga get some head for the extra I threw in?" Pete joked nervously.

The pimp smiled.

"As a matter of fact you can." He only agreed for three reasons. One, to prove a point by letting Sabrina know he meant what he said. She belonged to him. Two, to gain a customer. He could tell Pete was weak for pussy. Three, to get inside of Pete’s house to see what he was all about. Maybe Peter will be his next lick. He looked at the truck;

 
"Sexy come to daddy."

Is this nigga crazy? He just fucked me up. Now I'm sexy. Come to daddy?

Sabrina got out and walked over to the daddy she never had. He grabbed her by the hair.

"Bitch, you ain't no tramp. Go put your shoes on."

She did. When she returned the pimp looked at Peter.

"Let's go inside."

I was just playing, is what Peter wanted to say, but his dick and heart was saying something different.

The three walked in the house.

"Your shit is the business." The Pimp said admiring Peter’s expensive furniture and the topnotch liquor that sat on his wet bar. He was really digging the 62 inch plasma T.V.

"Thanks, man. Shit I spent enough on this shit." Peter bragged.

He looked over at Sabrina. Her lip was busted. She looked helpless. Peter felt bad for her.

"Aye. Can I give her a towel or something for her face?"

 
"Yeah. That’s cool."

Peter walked off to the back and came back with a face towel. He handed it to the pimp and told him he was welcome to the bathroom. The pimp whispered in Sabrina’s ear to put on her big girl panties. He told her if she tried anything stupid or embarrassed him,  she would regret it.

"Now smile." He said and she did.

When she got up to go to the restroom, Peter offered him a drink. He had a choice of XO Hennessy or Patron. Old boy chose XO for him and Patron for Sabrina. Peter, feeling guilty about what he was about to let Sabrina do to him, thought he would help her out by crumbling an X pill in her drink.

"By the way I'm Peter." He said out the blue as he handed the pimp both drinks.

"Wack."

"Wack?" Peter laughed. “A pimp called Wack?”

"The bitches call me daddy." He was stern.  

Peter’s phone beeped indicating his battery was dead. Thanks to Yay-Yay. She had been texting and calling him all night.

"Bitch don't get the hint." Peter spoke out loud on purpose.

"You smoke?" Wack asked, ignoring his comment.

"Hell yeah. I smoke that good shit."

Peter went behind his wet bar and pulled out a box. He then handed it to Wack. Wack opened the box and smiled. It was filled with Kush.

"Nigga, I'm going to have to take some of this home."

He laughed. But Wack was for real.

"It’s cool. I got the hook up. Take some. Ziploc bags right there." He pointed to the glass table in the den.

Sabrina finally came back out the restroom. She looked a little more fresh. But her lip was still messed up.

I hope she can suck it
. Peter thought.

"Here", Wack said handing Sexy her drink.

She took it and sat it down on the table.

"Down it." Wack ordered.

Her hands were shaking as she put the drink to her mouth and drank every drop. Peter hurried up and walked over and took the cup from Sabrina.  He was scared residue would be left in the glass.

Boom....Boom....Boom.....

Peter looked at Wack. Wack looked at Sabrina. Peter looked at the door. Sabrina prayed it was God answering her prayer by sending someone to save her.

Boom...Boom…Boom….

"Peter I know you in there. Open the door."

It was Yay-Yay.

"Damn." Peter mumbled. He forgot to lock the gate.

“
That's your bitch?” Wack asked.

Thanks for nothing God...
Sabrina thought.

Peter knew Yay wouldn't leave unless she got what she came for. Peter looked at Wack.