What My Eyes Can't See (7 page)

Before I could say hi, she smirked at me and turned to walk inside, leaving me to close the door behind me. Her place was plush, plusher than I imagined it to be, judging by the exterior. She sat on this fly leather sectional and patted the spot next to her for me to come and sit. As she crossed one leg, I could see her wiggling her shiny polished toenails back and forth. Instead of taking a seat next to her, I sat across from her, so I could look her in the face. I wanted to read her body language, in case I thought she was lying about something.

“What took you so long to come and visit me?”

“You know a player like me gotta take my time.”

“Uh-huh, in other words you got so many hoes that you're just now getting around to me.”

“I'm here now though,” I said, with a chuckle. Why everything a nigga do gotta revolve around pussy? Anyway… so what are you up to?”

“Because pussy makes the world go around.”

“No, money makes the world go around.”

“Whatever nigga… I just got home from the gym. Hold up, I know you didn't come here for small talk.”

“You're right; I didn't come over for small talk.”

Erica stood up and started walking towards me seductively, biting her glossy bottom lip. Staring at the gap between her legs, I almost forgot why I came over and took her down. I snapped myself out if it.

“Hold up, shorty,” I said, holding my hand out towards her. I didn't come over for that either.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to know about Sacaria.”

“Sacaria! Niggas ain’t shit! So that's who you’re trying to fuck?” Erica slid her hands over her body as if she was molding clay. “So you're going to pass up all of this for her? Pssh!” Erica said, as she slapped both her ass cheeks at the same time.

“Um no…” I said, with sarcasm in my voice and a smirk on my face. “I just want to know the real spit about that girl. I want to make sure that Shayvon should be investing all of his time in her, like he's been doing.”

He's a grown ass man. Why are you all up in his business? You need to—”

“Look Erica, I didn't come here to play no games. I suggest that you start telling me what I need to know or this city is going to start getting real crowded, if you get my point!”

With her eyebrows raised and eyes wide as saucers, Erica said, “Oh, so you’re threatening me!” If looks could kill, I would have been dead. “Nigga, you got me fucked up. I got goons too…what, yo’ ass don’t know? I am not the average bitch. You might be a boss to them lil rats in the streets, but you better watch that shit with me—”

The next thing I knew, I was on my feet and in her face. I didn’t give a fuck about how pretty she was, or how many goons she thought she had. I would beat her pretty ass before I let her talk dumb to me—fuck her and her goons. She can’t call nobody if she ain’t breathing, ya’ mean?

“First of all, lower your motherfuckin’ voice when you talk to me,” I said calmly. “Now tell me about Sacaria, because ain’t nobody playing with you, blood.” I guess she realized that we were alone with none of her goons around. Erica rolled her eyes, backed down and lowered her voice.

“Sacaria loves Shayvon, and too much if you ask me. She don't cheat on him or anything. She just likes to party with me and Taniyah sometimes. I mean we get a little wild, but it's nothing to cry over.”

“Da fuck do you mean by a little wild?” I keep hearing that y’all be doing more than a lil partying. I'm hearing about y’all turning tricks, throwing orgies and smoking dope and shit.”

“Fuck out of here with that shit. I don't know where you got that information. People are just jealous. Don't believe everything you hear. These bitches wish they had it like me.”

“Yeah all right Erica, is that the story that you’re going to stick with?”

“Yep! Feel free to search my body,” she said, as she twirled in a full circle. “This ain’t the body of an addict. I’m way too bad for that. But since you acting so funny, fuck you,” she said, and stuck her middle finger in my face.

“All right then, I’m gone. Keep that pussy wet for me though, bitch,” I demanded and deliberately licked between my fingers, while looking Erica in the face.

That lying, loudmouth ass bitch… I can see where I'm not getting anywhere with her. The best thing to do was to leave before shit got ugly. I should have just laid this pipe on her, and she would have been begging to tell a nigga the truth. They just don't make a condom strong enough for me to take the chance.

“Yellow!”

“Girl, you are so fucking goofy. Tell me why the fuck Todd ass just showed up here, acting like a pit bull. Asking all kinds of questions about Sacaria and issuing out threats.”

“What!”

“He must have lost his muthafuckin’ mind. I should have moved my purse closer to me like my first mind said when he showed up at my door. I would have put a hot one between his face.”

“Damn, so y’all got into it?”

“Girl yeah. He told me the city might get too crowded or some ghetto shit. I don’t understand that hood shit anyway. Now had he showed me some paper, I might have gave him the break down.”

“You would have been hella wrong for that shit too. I’m just saying. That ain’t cool, Erica. Sacaria trusts us and she’s cool despite her flaws. Shit, we ain’t perfect either.”

“Speak for yourself, bitch. I am the definition of perfect. Google it!”

“I am so done with you right now. Call me back later. Ya need to be calling Sacaria to give her the heads up. Shay prolly put Todd up to that shit.”

“I’m not telling her nothing. What the fuck has she done for me? She’s been acting funny as hell for a minute now. I know she thinks that her used Benz is better than my brand new 740i. I had a Benz like that in high school. She aint doing nothing.”

“Bye Erica!”

I think it's time for me to give my nigga a call, so that we can sit down and have a serious talk about his newfound wife. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind taking back seat for some temporary pussy, but this shit is getting ridiculous. I certainly don’t mind be the front-runner for this empire either though.

Not that Shayvon really needed the money, but we are boys and this is our bond. We are about that life, and I don't understand what could be so good about one female, that would make him damn near divorce the game to marry her ass.

From the start, Shayvon was more of an athletic type and not too much into the game, but deep down, it was always in him. No matter what, matter he always kept it player though. I never thought I would see the day when Shayvon gave two fucks about any female, besides his mom. To be honest, he probably really only gave one fuck about her too though. I see niggas flip the script all the time to chase some pussy, but not Shay. Shay was always the one that all the females chased. I have watched females come to blows over his ass. He hadn’t even given ‘em the dick and they were out there scrapping like cats and dogs. You would never know it today though.

I ain’t riding his dick about it though. That’s my boy and I ain’t scared to give him props, but Shay been player of the year for a minute now. Q’Mari and I pull our fair share of bad bitches too, but there is has been many nights that Shay came through with pussy for us all. I gotta love ‘em for that. As niggas got grown though, that shit ended up changing. I came to find out that I can’t stand them pretty stuck up bitches that Shay be fucking with. Always asking for shit and digging in a nigga pockets. Give me a ratchet, ugly bitch that don’t have a problem taking me out to eat, or buying me an outfit. It’s not that I needed them to take care of me; it was just the point of it all. I might fuck with some cute ones too, but the minute they jump on that high horse as if I need ‘em, I’m gone.

“What up, Todd.” I said into the phone.

“What up wit it nigga?” Todd asked with enthusiasm.

“Where da fuck yo’ ass been? I been calling yo’ ass all damn day, witcha cheery ass,” I said with irritation. “Da fuck you so damn happy about?”

“Damn nigga, don’t worry about where da fuck I been. I wasn’t with your bitch, so stop tripping,” Todd said, laughing and skipping over my question at the same time.

“Hey! Watch your motherfuckin’ mouth, nigga!”

“Quit being so gotdamn sensitive,” Todd said, and smacked his lips. “Anyway, stop bullshitting and meet me at the
Mark
in about thirty minutes. I got some business to discuss witcha.”

That is Todd for you. Call you barking out orders like a pit bull, and then hang up in your face, without even waiting for a response. Thirty minutes later, I pull up a seat across from Todd at Mark the Spot, which was this little strip club we sometimes used to discuss business. It’s out of town and out of the way, which made it a perfect location to talk without running into any local people. One of the homies nicknamed it the Mark, because most of the clientele had been labeled as marks. Word got out and ever since then, everybody been calling it the Mark. Lately, we haven’t been using the Mark, because the dancers were too ratchet for my taste, and too much attention was coming our way. I can’t be around it. Ultimately, we decided to use it as a place to meet only on rare occasions. I guess this was one of them, because I try to avoid that joint as much as possible, but Todd and Q’Mari love ratchet bitches. Ultimately, Todd and Q’ decided to keep their visits limited to business as well, just keep the employees from getting used to seeing their faces. To be honest, the bitches are some of the baddest I have seen, but they are super ratchet. So despite all of my efforts to take Todd seriously, I could hardly get his attention long enough distract him from Flawless P, his favorite stripper in that joint.

“So what up, my nigga?”

Todd waved his finger in the air, signaling to this little shorty who I assumed was the server. When she approached us, he told her to bring us two double shots of Hennessy. Not one time did Todd break take his eyes off Flawless P, as she spun around on the pole and slid down it real slow.

“So how's the married life treating you, boy?” Todd asked as he dapped my hand. “You’ve been on lockdown, ya’ mean. I thought I was going to have to write you and put money on your books. This must be visiting hours. That bi—” Todd caught himself, while clearing his throat. “Sacaria got you on lock,” Todd said. Then he gulped down this drink and stuffed a bill in the server’s bikini top.

“That’s wifey and why do I gotta keep telling you to watch yo’ fuckin’ mouth when you’re talking about her? Don't nobody have me on lockdown. I'm just bored with the streets; feel me, bruh? It's more to life than this,” I said, throwing my hand up at the ghetto surroundings.

“Hell nah, I don’t feel you. You always have been a bougie acting ass.” Todd lowered his voice and shook his head. “Always gotta leave with the "classy" female. I meant to ask you if those bitches use a tablecloth and a napkin when they are sucking your dick,” Todd laughed.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about? Gay ass...”

“On some real shit my nigga, I don't trust your ‘wifey’.” Todd pulled out a bunt and lit it. “We both know that trust is earned, my nigga. Has she earned your trust? Ya’ mean; I wouldn't have anything to say, if it wasn't for what messy ass niggas is telling me. I feel like everything we built is on the line.”

“You are on some real fuck shit right now, Todd,” I said, giving him the meanest mug I had.
He was sitting here talking about Sacaria, as if she was some bitch off the street and I felt more than disrespected by it.
I stood up to leave.

“Hold up, how long have we known each other, Shay? We ain’t never questioned each other’s motives or choices. What is it about her that is making you doubt me right now? This shit is really about to piss me off.”

Hesitantly, I sat back down. “I don't doubt you, but I do think that you need to stop listening to everything you hear. We all have to grow up one day. We can't be puttin’ that life above all else forever. I think you just haven't reached that point, and you don't understand where I'm at in life.” Todd signaled to the server, who came to his aid much faster this time. This time he only ordered for himself.

“You’re right about that, because I don’t understand. You need to get out of yo’ muthafuckin’ feelings and listen to what I am saying to you. You are acting real motherfuckin’ sprung right now. That must be Sacaria gassing you up, because you don’t talk like that. Damn, is the pussy that good?”

“This is not about Sacaria—” I said as Todd cut me off.

“Yes it is, and you need to wake up the fuck up and check into who she really is. Who da fuck is that girl, and where is she from? Who are her people? Davona? Nigga please. These the same questions we have always asked about anybody we dealt with, ya’ mean.” What about the fact that the only homegirls she has are brand new? Do you mean to tell me, that she don’t have not one A-1, day one in her life. Something is wrong with that situation, nigga! You know what?” Todd sat back in his chair. “It's good and you know I’m your goon for life; I just hope this girl don't make me do something that you will regret,” Todd said, with a look that sent a chill down my back.

“You trippin—”

“Wait, hold up. Who is this nigga that been looking in our mouth the whole time we been sitting here?” Todd got up from the table as he was talking. “Hey blood! Do you know somebody over here? What the fuck you all in my mouth for?” Todd asked with menace in his tone.

“Nah man, I wasn’t looking in your mouth.”

“Oh, so now I’m making up shit? Every time I look up, you looking at that table. Who da fuck you wit, blood?”

The dude stood up from his chair. “Look, I’m just chilling, enjoying myself with the ladies—” The dude hit the floor with a loud thud. Todd knocked his ass out mid-sentence.

“Get this muthafucka outta here!” Todd hollered.

I gulped down the last of my drink, took a hit off Todd’s blunt and cut out.

I walked into the house to the smell of good food. “Sacaria; bae is that you, ma?” I crept around the corner, looking from side to side, to make sure it wasn’t Taleena in here on some fatal attraction bs.