No Good For You

VII

"You don't have somethin' to do?" he asked.
"If I did, do you really think I'd be sittin' in here with you?"
"Yea." He cocked the gun then uncocked it.
"Wrong."

He looked at me.

"What?" I wondered.
"You're pretty."
I looked away from him.
"No thank you?"
"No."
He scoffed.

He'd finished loading the last weapon and leaned back, with his arms over the couch.

He thrusted his crotch in the air as he adjusted to get comfortable.

"Riot."
"Hm?" He turned to look at me and removed his cigarette before exhaling.
"I don't like you."
"Come here."
I just looked at him.
"I'm not gonna tell you again." He pushed his cigarette into the ashtray on the table.
I got up and walked over to sit next to him.

"What do you want?" I asked.
His eyes looked at my lips as he smiled slightly.
"You don't like me?" he wondered.
"No."
"Sure you do."
"I don't."
"Yea?"
"Yea."

I noticed we'd been getting closer to one another. Our faces were only a few inches apart.

"You wanna kiss me?" he asked.
"I wanna hit you."
He chuckled and licked his lower lip. Showing me the tongue piercing sticking through.
I heard the door to B's office open and I put mine and Riot's lips together. Kissing him deep and slow. I softly let go with a gentle bite and pull of his lip then went back to my seat.
He looked at me as he licked his lips.

"We gotta go." Psycho said when he made it downstairs.
"Go where?" I wondered.
"You're not going."
"Bullshit." I replied.
"Take that up with B."

"Take what up with B?" B asked as he came downstairs.
"I'm going with you."
"Like hell."
I glared at him.
He glared back.
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees with my hands together.
He kept looking at me.

Psycho and Riot stood up then walked out of the house.

"How long we gonna do this?" B wondered.
"Terry Mills. 57. Druglord. Michu Avenue. Owes 35 grand but has it locked away in a vault on the east side. I know where it is and I know how to get it and you leaving me here only leaves more work for you."
He crossed his arms as he looked at me.
"I got a lotta friends, B. You ain't the only motherfuckers I know."
He looked to the ceiling and took a deep breath.

I sat back and examined my nails.

"You don't speak when we get there and you stay behind me, next to Psycho, and in front of Riot. You understand me?"
"Yes, but you're so dramatic." I said and got up.

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We arrived at the location and got out.

I pulled all of them to the side and made them look me in my eyes.
"Don't pull a gun out unless necessary." I stated.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of somethin' in there?" Riot asked sarcastically.
"No, you brute. You do that and you're just startin' a crossfire. Use your words not your toys."
"Toys make it fun." Riot smirked.
I ignored that comment. "Am I clear?" I asked all three of them.

They just shrugged and scratched their heads.

I hit each of them in the chest.

"Alright! Damn!" Psycho responded.
"Yea, I got it." B said and rubbed his chest.
I looked at Riot.
"What?" he asked.
B hit him in the back of his head and he sucked his teeth. "Alright."
I'm surprised B hadn't slapped the toothpick out of his mouth.

We walked towards the door.

As soon as we walked in, we were looked at questionably.

Someone came over and I stood in front of B.
"Fuck are you doing?" B asked me.
"Shush."

"Leila?!" the guy called me.
I held my arms out with a smile for a hug. His name was Marcus. He's had a thing for me since I saw him at a bar B was meeting his boss at seven months ago. Since then we've kept in touch. He thinks we're dating. Marcus is second in command for Terry and he's been feeding me information about their gang and he thinks I've been feeding him information on ours. In reality I've just been repeating scenes from an old movie I watched.

Marcus came and gave me a hug.
"Baby, you never told me you were coming." he stated. His eyes scanned down my body as he left his hands on my waist.
"I was excited to see you. Wanted it to be a surprise."
"Sweetheart, I don't think you should be here." he stated.
"But..." I pouted. "I missed you..."
He sighed then gave me a small kiss. "Alright."
His eyes caught the boys. "Who the fuck is this?" he asked as he looked behind me.

My biggest fear was him recognizing B. Guess I don't have to worry about that.

"Bodyguards. I'm special, baby, I can't just show up unprotected." I explained.
"Yea. Right. Come on, you can sit in my office until I'm done." He took my hand and pulled me behind him.

We made it to the office.

"You assholes sit in here and go unseen and unheard." Marcus commanded and I nodded.
He gave me a quick kiss then left the room.

When the door closed I began rummaging.

"The fuck was that?" Riot asked.
"My eyes and ears." I replied.
"So you just got boyfriends in every crew across the state?" B wondered.
"No. Just two more. The bigger deals. I don't fuck with the insignificant."

I found the key in a drawer holding six kilos of cocaine that had a post it note on top reading 'B'.

"That bitch owe me a lot more than six." B stated.
I walked over to the window and looked at their production.
"There's something off about this..." I stated and walked back to look at one of the bags.

Psycho took it and stripped a knife from his side.

He cut the bag then dipped the knife in and took out a little bit.
He plugged one nostril and snorted the drug off the blade.

He wiped his nose as he looked at it.

"Baby aspirin." he stated.

"Where's the safe?" B asked me.
I gestured at the bookshelf.
"Psycho." B called.
"Got it."

Psy walked towards the door with the bag of baby aspirin in his hand and took a rifle from the corner.

He checked for bullets then opened the door and immediately dumped the drug in the air, forming a large dense cloud.

He shot through and we heard screams and stampeding as he opened fire.

I went to the book case.
I started removing all of the items on the shelves.
But before I could finish, Riot came over and pushed it out of the way with ease.

He took out his toothpick.
"Go on."