Page 21 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“Look at this fat muthafucka,” Yaya mumbled under her breath with disgust written all over her face. They were on the back patio of Love’s house that he thought nobody knew anything about. The sight before them was mind-boggling, since the view of the patio gave a straight shot to his room, where his fat ass was fucking the shit out of a thick bitch with oversized breasts. “Let’s go,” she told her girls. They all had on black with pink bandanas wrapped around their faces.
Kema picked at her nail like she was bored, as she yawned. “Nah, let this nigga go ahead and get his nut.”
Marley frowned as she stared in amazement. “Who would’ve ever thought that a big man could move like that?”
Brook’Lynn rolled her eyes upward, holding in her laugh while not wanting to laugh in Marley’s face. She wanted to be so down, but that whiteness always came out of her. “This the best time.” Brook’Lynn frowned and tried her luck with the sliding door to see if it would open without the alarm activating, since they’d already cut the wires. “The money is in his closet. He doesn’t drop that shit to the safe until the next day, so we bout to come up tonight. The shit is still tucked away in his closet, on the right in the corner behind the suits.” Just her luck, the door slid right open. That was her problem with niggas, so caught up in getting some pussy, they forget about safety.
Love and his companion were so caught up in their moment, moaning extra loud and shit like they were making their own porn movie; they didn’t even hear them come inside. Love’s red ass could be seen bouncing up and down with the girl’s legs spread wide open, gripping his ass while thrusting him further into her opening.
“This fat muthafucka ain’t even doing shit,” Yaya whispered. “This hoe up in here must be trying to get paid tonight.”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Kema shrugged.
Brook’Lynn focused, while Marley stayed close to her. She didn’t want to hurt anybody, but the only way this would work was if she hit him upside the head from the back. Now, she understood why they had to hit Shaw; that was the easiest way. She realized she had to be there to understand.
They tiptoed toward them.
“Ohhhhh fuck, daddy! Yes! Yes! Beat this pussy up!” The girl yelled as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, looking bored.
“Bitch, tell me this the best dick you ever had!” He grunted with his eyes closed.
The girl was getting ready to continue on with her role, when she locked eyes with Brook’Lynn and the four guns pointed her way. Brook’Lynn nodded her head, silently telling the girl she better had played along.
Feeling the vibe and not wanting to catch a bullet, that bitch moaned like her life depended on it. “Yessss! This the best dick I ever had!” Her body trembled.
Before he could say anything else, Brook’Lynn’s hands took control of her body when she found herself hitting him upside the head. BLAP!
“Lights out,” said Yaya.
His weight instantly fell on top of the girl as she tried to catch her breath, struggling to push him off. “Get this fat muthafucka off of me!” she begged.
Nobody wanted to help so, instead, Marley dropped her gun while walking over to her. She grabbed Love and assisted rolling him off her and onto the other side of the bed. Quickly reaching from under the pillow, the girl was now pointing her own gun at Marley. “Bitch, don’t ever drop your gun.”
While she pointed at Marley, who looked like a scared deer caught in the headlights, everyone else continued to point at her.
“Bitch, nice show, put the gun down,” Yaya said, unmoved.
The girl looked at Yaya with her piercing hazels and frowned. “Ya’ll need to teach your girl how to do shit properly. Who are you bitches anyway?” she asked. “Ya’ll fucking up my money. I’m trying to rob this nigga and the whole ‘Set it off crew’ come in this bitch fucking it up.” She hopped up, exposing her naked body while trying desperately to put her clothes on.
Kema and Yaya both laughed.
“Can’t even be mad at the girl, huh?” Brook’Lynn smirked.
Marley, who had finally made it out of shock, got up and slapped the shit out of the girl. “I was trying to help you!”
The chick grabbed her face and gently massaged it, not breaking her demeanor at all. “I was wondering when you were gonna do something about it. I’ll let you have that.”
Yaya couldn’t help it; she liked this girl.
Brook’Lynn, who was aware that they were pushing for time, went over to the closet and went right to where she knew the money would be. Finding a spare bag at the top of the closet, she grabbed a couple of stacks and stuffed it in there before passing it back to the girl. “What’s your name?” she asked before she handed it over.
Sliding her Red Bottom heels on and sticking her gun in her purse, she responded. “Reema, and fuck no, I don’t live around here since that was going to be your next question. I live in Dallas, but I met this nigga and been plotting on his ass ever since. Don’t worry. I don’t know shit. I just want my bread.”
Brook’Lynn nodded her head and passed it over.
“Besides, I can’t tell anything anyway. Ya’ll got ya’ll faces covered up like some fucking bank robbers and shit.” She shrugged.
“It was nice doing business with you, but you gotta go,” Brook’Lynn told her.
