Duffle Bag Bitches by Alicia Howard Page A

thinking she gone suck all the stress out of me.   He had his hand on the knob.
    “Why you ask her to lunch nigga?” Zane hated that he was feeling for a woman he never even kissed.
    Mack chuckled ‘cause he knew this was what that shit was about and he had to admit he was shocked. Zane was known for fucking hoes and passing them right along to the next nigga. “Shannon, she’s cool man she reminds me of my sister I lost. I just like her company.” He was now looking at his confused friend who was hurting because he had just questioned his dude over a bitch.
    “That’s what’s up nigga.   I’m out of order, that ain’t my bitch to be questioning you fam, enjoy your night my dude.” Zane had to check his self.
    “Look fam, I know you and I been watching you peep lil’ mama, so why not just step to her? Dallas ain’t fucked up about us dating within the crew as long as it doesn’t affect business.” Mack wanted to see his dude happy at least once in this life. Zane had everything a nigga wanted but he never had love.
    “Man you know that square shit ain’t for me. Even if I wanted to do it I would fuck it up some way.” Zane needed to clear his mind and stop thinking about this woman.
    “Well nigga you know best but don’t sweat it if you ain’t gonna act on it.” Mack hit the door never hearing him say.
    “I am scared of love.” He was glad no one heard the words that left his mouth.

    Cash had Jay at his crib again for another night and he was elated. He could tell he had this woman’s full attention, but she didn’t have his. His mind wondered what his niece had to talk to him about. Jay saw the tension on his face “What’s the matter daddy?” She was shocked that she really cared.
    “It ain’t shit baby.” He grabbed her and sat her in his lap.
    She looked in his eyes for the first time and realized they were hazel gray.   She wanted to know his story and what he was really about. She hoped something he said would cause her to do the job she came to do because right now she was in love with the enemy.
    He looked at her “What you thinking shorty?” He asked.
    “Shit.” She lied.

“Yes you are so speak on it.” He demanded.
    “I just want to know who you really are Cash?” She looked away from him.
    “I am Cash baby.” He put his swag on.
    She just looked at him like he was playing games and she was stupidly about to fuck over her crew for a nigga whose government she didn’t even know.
    “I am Sincere Williams; I am the nigga that many don’t like because I’m getting money. I have been hustling since I was ten years old. My ole man was a hustler that got killed right before my eyes. The nigga could have domed me too but he didn’t, just told me if I feel some kind of way about what he did to get at him when I got grown. Just say I grew up about a month later and took over the hood. Niggas didn’t like that shit, but they respected it and got down with the cause. I don’t love hoes. I fuck them. The only people I bring here are bitches. That’s me boo.” He felt weird talking to this woman like he’d known her forever.
    ‘Sincere, I like that name.” She smiled.
    “Really? I hate it.   People think that I’m soft when they hear that’s my name. I started going by Cash, only a few people know my real name so feel special lady.” He smiled at her.
    “I do feel special, but I think it’s time for me to go back to my world before I get too comfortable.” She was honest for the first time.
    “Can I trust you?” He asked her.
    “With your life.” She was cold blooded for that shit she thought.
    He tapped her on her ass “Stand up shorty!” She got up and he stood up and began to walk down this long ass hallway. He got to a door that had a touch screen on it, his hand was the key. The door came open by sliding it back into the wall. He entered the room. “Are you coming?” She was scared as hell not knowing what the room held.
    “Yeah.” She walked in