Crackhead II: A Novel by Lisa Lennox Page B

be so much easier if she came to us.” The officer was truthful but respectful. He didn’t want to cause any trouble. He had a feeling that the sex tape, Crystal’s death, and Laci’s connection with the South Bronx Bitches had to be related in some way. But how?

CHAPTER 12
    A FTER THEIR TALK , Drake and Smurf returned to the other guys, who now had the full attention of some skeezers. Drake and Smurf’s eyes widened in shock at the skanky girls. Obviously, Lil’ Rob and Chunky had awful taste in women.
    “I thought that was you,” a girl whined to Drake. It was his first baby mama, Tanisha.
    “Oh, hey . . . wassup, T.”
    “Wassup?” she said in true ghetto-girl fashion. “That’s all you gotta say to me, ‘wassup’?” She stood in front of him, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head to the side.
    “It’s kinda late,” he told her. “Why ain’t you at home with my son?” Drake couldn’t stand Tanisha and didn’t have much to say to her. She was a neighborhood ho and the word on the street was she’d trapped him with a baby because she wanted one with good hair.
    “Shit, nigga, why ain’t you home with me and yo’ son?” she shot back. “Knock a bitch up, then you move on to the next dumb bitch.” She rolled her eyes and looked at Drake as if to say now what, nigga?
    Smurf and Drake exchanged glances.
    “I’ma let you handle yo’ family business.” Smurf patted him on the back, shook his head, smirked, and walked away.
    Just as Smurf began to play a game of Donkey Kong, a sweet voice startled him.
    “Hey, Smurf.”
    The smell of PRIMO caught Smurf’s senses, and before he could turn around, he knew who it was. LaQuan. She stood about 5′5″, had dark, smooth skin, and wore a short, tapered haircut. She wore a pair of l.e.i. jeans with leather on the front, with black leather riding boots and a red silk blouse. She also wore multiple dolphin earrings that dangled from her ears. She shifted from foot to foot because this was her first time approaching Smurf and she was nervous, even though she’d heard he wanted to get up on her.
    Smurf had wanted to get at her for a while, but business came first. “Hey Quannie, what you up to?”
    She smiled at Smurf, glad to hear that he called her Quannie. She’d heard that he referred to her like that from around the way but wanted to hear it for herself.
    “Just hangin’ out with my homegirls.” She looked around, spotted her clique, and pointed to them. “I was hopin’ to run into you.”
    “Yeah, me too,” he told her, looking up and down at her body.
    LaQuan looked at Smurf innocently and smiled. Along with Smurf’s reputation of being a ruthless killer, he was also known as someone who could lay some good pipe. Many chicks chased him and some got what they wanted. Even though young Smurf was only seventeen, he went from not being able to get pussy to having to choose carefully which ho to get it from. If a ho cameto him wanting to give him some, he figured something was up, and that could mean the beginning of the end for him, just like in Dame’s case.
    Smurf pulled nothing but top-notch hoes. They looked good on his arm, but these were the same women who had their hands extended, and always wanted something.
    Smurf didn’t mind doing shit for females he liked, but he started getting tired of them always saying “gimme” followed by an expectation. The only bitch he would trick for would be his momma and with the way she was rolling, those times were few and far between.
    LaQuan stuck close by Smurf for the rest of the night, cheering him on and bumping into him at the most convenient times, brushing her small, firm breasts against him or pushing her pussy against his hip. LaQuan looked innocent, but Smurf knew many niggas who slid up in her. It was his turn now.
    An announcement came over the loudspeakers that the arcade would close in five minutes. Smurf looked at his watch. It was one o’clock in the morning. He