Duffle Bag Bitches by Alicia Howard

in years and loved every moment of it; nothing was going to stand in his way of making it a permanent feeling.
    Shannon and Mack had made it back to the hotel. They were laughing and talking shit about how Jay had the nigga coming out of his pocket for her.
    “That nigga is a sucker tricking off on a bitch he just met last night in a strip club.” Mack was dying laughing.
    “Hey, what can I say my nigga got that STL swag!” She was proud of her girl.
    “High five on that cause I got these country hoes wilding out here.” Mack popped his collar.
    “Fool, get yo’ bitch ass on.” Shannon joked with him.
    “Watch your mouth girl.” He pushed her. It was something about her that made him feel like a big brother. He liked it because all his family was dead. They were headed to a family outing while he was at his aunt’s house sick with the chicken pox when they all died in a six car pile-up caused by a high speed chase.
    Mack’s aunt kept him for the money that the city paid for the loss of his mother, sister, and baby brother. She ran through that money fast, stunting with all her friends in a five year time span. He was fourteen by this time and she was depressed and strung out on dope from fucking up that money. As soon as he found a way to move out he left and never looked back.
    They were still laughing and slap boxing in the lobby heading to the elevators. They never saw Zane at the counter. Until he yelled “Aye, where ya’ll been?” He asked like he was they daddy.
    “Nigga, none of your damn business, did we ask where you and the clerk went?” Shannon couldn’t stand him going on a date with that busted bitch.
    “Hater.” He smiled
    “Whatever.” She wasn’t hating, that bitch was ugly.
    Zane was about to say something when Mack cut him off and informed him what had taken place. He was glad to hear that things were going smooth being he thought the game had changed. They all took the elevator up to their rooms and Shannon was unlocking her door when Mack said “Sis, lunch tomorrow on me.” He enjoyed her company.
    “I wouldn’t miss it big bruh.” She said and closed her door.
    Zane looked at both of them real strange and followed Mack in the room and called Dallas.
    Zane rapped on the phone with Dallas, he schooled him on how shit was shaping up. Dallas was happy to hear that things were going according to plan, he hated when shit was off track cause when there is no order; muthafuckas can lose their life real fast. He always taught his team to follow orders cause one faulty move could cost you your life.
    Dallas didn’t give a fuck who it was, if they moved funny style on the squad it was an order to put their ass down right then and there. He wasn’t into torturing niggas, he lived by the ride or die code and if he found out you wasn’t a real rider he domed you right then and there for the world to see.   His crew ain’t to be fucked with.
      His family was one you could never leave. Once you were in the only way out was death. He had to do it this way because letting a muthafucka walk means you allowed them to talk and talking leads to indictments, life sentences, and death in numbers. So to avoid that issue you ride or die for the Duffle Bag Crew.
    Zane got off the call glad to share the news with his boss. Mack had been on his phone caking with some bitch but he jumped off the phone. “Bruh, how the boss holding up?” He asked as he grabbed his jacket to leave.
    “He good now that we gone be bringing this paper in real soon.” Zane spoke like he had issue with Mack.
    “You cool nigga?” Mack could pick up on hoe shit a mile away.
    “Yeah man I’m good.” He raised his voice.
    “Aye, nigga what the fuck is up with that shit?” Mack was pissed.
    “Man nothing go on where you going.” Zane waved him off.
    Mack was about to chew his ass out but he was thinking about this lil’ light skin thick booty bitch that was waiting for him to dick her down so he headed for the door