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Polo

“Hmm, you like that? Tell me, Lo… do you love it?” Cherish looked up at me with those doe shaped eyes, begging for my approval while my dick remained lodged inside of her throat.

I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t enjoying shit, and just because she dropped to her knees to give me sloppy toppy didn’t make shit better.

It took nothing for Cherish to slide down on those tired and ashy ass knees for any nigga.

This wasn’t some shit that was reserved for only me.

Cherish would try to suck Will’s dick from the show Will and Grace.

If a nigga had a dick hanging between his thighs, she would try and see what his dick tasted like. I prayed she brushed her tongue, because that much dick in your mouth couldn’t be good. Cherish popped my dick from her mouth once she realized I wasn’t feeding into her little performance anymore.

“Damn, Polo, can you at least pretend that you like the shit?”

I watched as she pulled herself up from the floor and winced from putting pressure on where she had been shot. The hoe had been shot, and she was more concerned with sucking dick than recovering. All that talk about the Infernos had gone out the window the minute she had some dick in her mouth.

Cherish was talking big shit about knowing the Infernos, and how to get close to them. She claimed that her cousin was with King before she passed, so I knew she wasn’t completely useless.

The problem was that she wanted to be the top dog and wanted to call the shots. Cherish didn’t listen, and wanted to do things on her terms, which was something I didn’t like.

She didn’t know how to suck dick right, and she damn sure didn’t know how to brush her teeth. Every time she came grinning around me with those large ass veneers, I smelled something sour.

Cherish apparently blamed Quasim for her cousin’s death. She claimed he didn’t protect her the way he was supposed to and left her for dead. I didn’t know, nor did I care about her dead cousin. That wasn’t my beef, but since she wanted to be on the front lines, I allowed it.

There wasn’t much I could complain about because he was gone. King Inferno was gone, and the streets had been quiet. Other than Cherish running lead on trying to kill his wife, shit had been peaceful.

Cherish wasn’t a Chrome Viper or a Del Devil.

From passing conversations, I heard she was putting her own crew together.

I never paid it any attention, because who the fuck cared?

I don’t know who the random ass niggas she had riding with her were, and I didn’t ask because the less I knew, the better.

“Why the fuck would I lie when I’m not enjoying shit?” I removed myself from the counter and went back over to the stove where I was making breakfast.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her shirt and leaned on the counter. “I killed Quasim for you… would think I would get more respect.”

“I don’t know who fired the shot that put his ass into the ground. It’s not like they gonna give us footage or a fucking autopsy report. I’m gonna tell you now and then I’m gonna crack yo fucking jaw if I have to repeat myself… leave his fucking wife alone.”

“You got what you wanted but want to bark orders on what I can or cannot do.” She countered, looking at me like I was a monster.

I slammed the wooden spoon down on the counter. “I don’t give a fuck what’s personal to you… you don’t even know the bitch. Leave her the fuck alone, we accomplished what the fuck we wanted. Now we lay low and let those bastards grieve.”

“What does Red say? I think we need to continue to apply pressure and let them know who is in charge.” She continued, and I realized why she was passed between the vipers and devils. Her mouth was most useful when it was stuffed with dick.

It was the fact that she was in my face, trying to tell me how shit should go. That was the part that was pissing me off the most. Women were only good to get fucked and occasionally cook for me. This bitch still had precum on her tongue and had the nerve to be telling me what I should be doing.

The voice in my head told me to slam her head onto the marble countertops, but I was taking a different approach to things these days. I had to think things through before acting, and slamming her head, though it would feel good, wouldn’t be the best response.

“Aside from the fact that you blamed him for your cousin… why the fuck is his widow so personal to you? He’s fucking dead, Cherish… this shit is done with.”

She stared at me, shocked that I gave a fuck enough to ask. Truth was, I didn’t give a fuck about her reasons. I knew she had better leave well enough alone, or I was gonna choke her ass out.

“He doesn’t get to live and have a new life with a different woman. She doesn’t get to be crowned Queen Inferno when my cousin died because of him.”

“Cherish?”

She looked up into my eyes. “Hmm?”

“He’s fucking dead, you stupid bitch!” I screamed so hard that spit flew from my mouth and landed on her face, as she scurried away from the counter she was leaning on.

Red told me about his nephew’s traumatic past, and I had to admit, the shit touched my heart a little bit.

The part that pissed me off was that I never got the chance to put a bullet in his baby mama’s head; his daughter, too.

I should have been the one that took them away from him, and I didn’t give a fuck if it had nothing to do with me.

Everything about those Infernos angered me because of how cocky they were. Starting with their fucking father. I listened to Red complain about his older brother for years, always mad because he got the short end of the stick while his brother was out there flourishing.

As much as I respected Red, I realized that his ass was a fucking push over and always complained. How the fuck were you always complaining and never putting no action behind the anger? I’d be damned if my brother nearly banished me to the next state like we couldn’t exist in the same damn state.

Who the fuck did that nigga think he was?

Fucking Mufasa, and this nigga Red was Scar?

Except Scar went and eventually handled his brother.

What had me fucked up was that Red’s ass actually did the shit.

He came to Delaware and actually fucking left.

It didn’t matter that he came here and did his own thing.

No matter how much he tried, money was never as good as those fucking Infernos.

Red lived in a worn ass single family home and his wife still worked a full-time job.

Hell, the nigga was still renting and didn’t even own his house.

He lived in that house with his wife for years, and the man didn’t even own the shit.

Money was never flowing the way that it should have, and I was sick of the shit.

Sick of buying second-hand bikes that needed work because we could never afford to buy a new one. We got by, but who the fuck always wanted to get by ?

Meanwhile, those bitches were flying on private jets and having lavish ass homes in lake communities with armed guards. How the fuck was that fair?

For years, I told Red he needed to reclaim what was his and prove he wasn’t the underdog. Show them that we weren’t to be fucked with. He allowed his brother to come around, showing off his sons and reminding Red that he would never be an Inferno.

As much as Red hated his brother, there was a small part of him that wanted to be just like him.

He wanted to be an Inferno God and wanted everything that came with being an Inferno.

I could see why he wanted to be like them.

Those niggas walked with this vibe about them, letting you know they weren’t to be fucked with.

I remember the rampage King went on after the Vipers took his girlfriend from him.

Man was ruthless, and he handled business.

There weren’t too many people that would stand and burn on business, and those Inferno brothers did both.

He took my brother away from me and went home and probably slept good as shit. His ass got involved in some shit that had nothing to do with him, and I was supposed to play nice? I was supposed to sit tight and allow that bitch to take life from my family.

Then Red had the nerve to tell me not to take it personal; it was business. His pussy ass didn’t want to take it personal because he didn’t want to go against his brother and the Gods. I was taking everything fucking personal when it came to my family.

I wanted all of them to die.

When I sent niggas into his brother’s house, that was payback for the shit he did to mine. I wanted everybody in that house dead, including his daughters. I wasn’t playing fair and wanted him to know that shit.

Then the nigga killed my fucking mother.

Who the fuck did shit like that?

He left my mother bleeding in the streets along with my stepfather, and then his fuck ass brother left my sister bleeding out in the bathroom.

Her wig wasn’t even put all the way on before he put a bullet in her head.

He took my family from me, so I took him away from his family, and I didn’t feel any way about the shit.

Apparently Red did because he had been keeping his distance while trying to play the good little brother who was helping his older brother grieve.

“I don’t care what is personal to you. The nigga is gone, and she is suffering already. Plus, Tookie think she gonna come running back to him.”

“If she was smart, she wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that junkie.” Cherish muttered, as she removed her hair from her face.

I moved the butter around the pan and turned to look at her.

“It’s quiet, Cherish… they not stupid enough to make any moves knowing their head is gone.

Let’s relish in the quiet… they took people from me, and I took someone from them.

Leave that bitch alone.” I warned her again, and she folded her arms.

Instead of cooking me breakfast, she was on my damn nerves this morning. I knew I shouldn’t have allowed her to stay the night. Was it so wrong to want company when you were feeling lonely?

Cherish had me feeling like I didn’t need any company and damn sure didn’t want any, fucking with her. The doorbell rang and I looked down the hall at her lazy ass on the couch. “Get the fucking door.”

Rolling her eyes, she climbed off the couch and went to the door. I heard her talking while I plated our food and she came skipping into the kitchen with a big ass edible arrangement.

“Who the fuck sent that?”

It wasn’t out the way for me to receive a delivery. After burying my mother and sister, a lot of our friends and family sent me flowers, food, and all kinds of shit like that. They wanted to let me know that they were there for me.

“People are concerned about you… be happy that people still care.” She opened the plastic that covered the fruit and snatched a flower shaped pineapple and bit it.

It was her eyes and the way her hands trembled as she dropped the pineapple and spit out what she had already chewed. “What the fuck? Cherish, what?”

I came around the counter and paused when I saw the Del Devil tattoo that we all had, wrapped around one of the pineapples.

Except, that bitch was a piece of skin that I was sure belonged to one of the Del Devils. My heart was beating out my chest because they just delivered this bitch to my house. With shaky hands, Cherish picked up the card.

This your king? Mwhahahaha!

Carving credit: Bajan Butcher.

I didn’t know what was more disturbing. The fact that he sent me a piece of Red’s skin, and his fingers throughout the basket, or the fact that this nigga had quoted a movie and then had his laugh typed out.

If all of that shit wasn’t enough, the nigga gave credit, and when I read the Bajan Butcher, I knew I needed to get the fuck out of dodge.

The Bajan butcher was someone you only wanted to hear about. You didn’t want any smoke with that man, and if you were on his radar, you were as good as dead.

I underestimated Papa Inferno and always told Red that he wasn’t about that. Rushing over to my kitchen drawer, I grabbed the gun I kept there and looked around like someone had entered the house.

The shit had me paranoid as I texted one of the Devils and told him to meet me at our spot. While Cherish was trying to brush her tongue under the faucet, I rushed upstairs and packed everything of importance into a duffle bag.

“You are not going to let him run you out your own home, Polo.” Cherish stood in the doorway as I grabbed the money from my safe and looked back at her.

“Bitch, did you read the fucking note. Bajan butcher. I got a bitch in Miami that I can lay low with… fuck, they got Red.” I paused as the words finally sank in.

Simultaneously, both me and Cherish’s phones chimed, and we both looked down. She ran across the room to grab hers from the nightstand.

“What the fuck?” she screamed, and my breath was caught in my throat.

I was staring at myself on my phone screen. Slowly, I turned to look at the camera I had in my bedroom and saw myself in 4K.

Snatching my shit that I had packed, I quickly grabbed my sneakers and headed to the garage. Cherish was right behind me.

“You can’t run.” She whispered so they couldn’t pick up on anything that we were talking about. “I’m not running… bitch can’t beat me.”

I slapped her across the face, and she held her cheek, surprised that I put my hands on her. “Do whatever the fuck you want… I’m not about to sit around and be a sitting lick while figuring out the next step.”

I didn’t bother to lock up my house as I got into the car and waited for the garage doors to rise. I prayed that these niggas weren’t standing outside waiting on me, but the view was clear. Cherish hopped into the passenger seat.

“Drop me back to the hood… they not scaring me.” She was adamant on being Billy badass, and I wasn’t going to convince her otherwise.

If this was what she wanted, I wasn’t going to fight her on the shit. I knew I was leaving the city to head for Miami to lay low.

Fuck.