Page 17 of Stay Dangerous

Tiny’s arm fell to her side, and her shoulders hunched over.

Never wanting to see a lady upset, I wrapped my arm around her chest and pulled her to mine. Tiny lived up to her name, not even reaching my chin.

“Fuck it,” I said, raising my arm. One to the chest, then another to his forehead.

We spedwalked to her car and sped off, driving all through South Kenton before she finally pulled up in front of the Birch.

“Why did you do that?” she asked. She’d been quiet the whole drive, not even turning on the radio.

“The shit you into, you can’t fuck with no square,” I said, sidestepping her question. “You over the whole Birch, and got a legion of niggas putting in work and answering to you. The next time you fuck with a nigga, make sure he gets that and everything that come with it.”

She sighed, and took off her silencer. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

I tucked my piece into my back again and opened the door.

Her hand grabbed my arm before I could get out, and when I looked back, lust overtook her eyes.

Before she could get the words out, I smirked. “Never eat where you shit,chiquita.”

She smiled sheepishly, and nodded, letting me go.

If Tiny wasn’t off limits before, she for sure was after I bodied her now ex.

I wouldn’t have been Pooh’s son if I played with fire like that, especially when I had my own shit going.

I made my way to Tower One, and climbed the four flights to Kisha’s floor.

She was right off the stairwell, and three bangs to her door had her unlocking all them damn locks and pulling me into her crib.

“Damn,” I whispered, circling my arms around her.

Kisha was short like Tiny, but had real curves. Titties spilling out her tight ass wifebeater, and shorts her ass ate up. She smiled, showing a front gap that she rocked well, and I still couldn’t believe I pulled her.

After she fed me and did my hair, I put her to sleep. As she snored in her bed, I logged onto my MyRoom on her computer.

The first thing I saw was that Ice Princess commented on my latest picture. She’d added me right after I requested to be her friend, and we’d been liking pictures, but this was the first time she commented.

I like the plaits better than the cornrows.

I chuckled, glancing behind me to make sure Kisha didn’t see.

I liked her comment before going on her page. She’d gotten a W cornrowed into her hair, and posted a picture of it. The song on her page changed, too. It was Hyphy by Federation, and I wondered how a girl like her even heard of that song. I liked her new picture and commented, asking her what the W stood for.

Less than a minute later, I had a message in a new chat.

Ice Princess: My real name is Wynter.

BB Luney: lol dass cute .

Ice Princess: Whats urs?

BB Luney: u aint earned dat yet .

Ice Princess: *rolls eyes*

I grinned again before I signed out.

Wynter, the Ice Princess. My earlier words played in my head. She fasho don’t know shit about the Birch or what I be up to. A real sadity bitch from Raleigh Park.