Free Love and a Gangsta by Erick Gray

like a kid at the playground. He came running through the door, disturbing me. The nigga ain’t had no manners and just turned on the fuckin’ television even though I was chillin’ with a shorty.
    “What the fuck?” I shouted.
    “We primetime, fo’ real, yo,” he said.
    He turned to UPN 9 news, and there it was, 107th and 155th looking lit up like Christmas. There were police cars, camera crews and the coroners van doing work. I watched with Donna butt-ass naked next to me. She ain’t give a fuck about Biscuit being in the room, the bitch was open like that.
    “Mega listen…”
    “Four bodies were found in Jamaica, Queens,” the reporter stated . “Police are now investigating what seems to be a drug hit of four black males found shot to death on the first floor of this home behind me. But what makes this case so much more shocking, is that in the backyard of this home, they have found two dogs beaten to death. It seems the suspects came into this place of residents through the back door to carry out their attack. Police have no suspects at this time, but believe the time of death of these victims occurred a little more than forty-eight hours ago. Homicide detectives had secured the crime scene, which is still fresh, and also paramedics were called to the scene to check to see if these persons were still alive and they were not found to be alive. Police are releasing no details on the cause of death at this moment and are still investigating. But once again, four bodies were found shot to death at this home not too long ago…”
    “You see that, Mega… We famous. We caught four bodies in one killin’, fo’ real. I bet you Tiny watchin’ this shit right now, and shittin’ in his fuckin’ pants.” Biscuit laughed.
    “Yo, shut the fuck up! Ya heard?” I shouted.
    “Fo’ real, that’s the first time I saw one of my murders on TV like that,” he continued.
    I jumped out of bed still naked and quickly grabbed the nigga by his T-shirt and pushed him against the wall with force that opened up his eyes in
alarm. “Yo, what I say, shut the fuck up about it,” I said scolding his juvenile ass.
    “My bad, Mega.”
    This nigga, talking ‘bout murders in front of a bitch, I warned him before to keep his mouth shut. I didn’t care who Donna was bitches just talk too fucking much.
    I dragged Biscuit into the hallway. “Wha’ I told you about talkin’ business in the open like that, ‘specially round some bitch. You get too muthafuckin’ hype and your mouth start running like a bitch on her fuckin’ period. Ya heard me?”
    “It’s my bad. You know how I be?”
    “Yeah, I know… Put that shit in check. Ya heard me, Biscuit?”
    “I will, Mega. Fo’ real, I will.”
    I let him lose and just looked at the nigga. “Go somewhere, nigga. I don’t even wanna see you right now.”
    Biscuit was a good dude, but had a lot to learn. He was young and still inexperienced. I had to smile when he stepped to Soul the other day. The nigga got heart, but Soul would put him flat on his ass. I walked back to the bedroom and Donna was sprawled out with her tits exposed, channel surfing.
    “Everything’s okay?” she asked.
    “Get dressed,” I ordered.
    “I thought we were chillin’? I got all comfortable and shit.”
    “Bitch, you ain’t hear me? Do I gotta repeat myself?” I threatened.
    She sighed, hopped out of bed, reached for her jeans and quickly put them on. I got dressed.
    Half-hour later we were driving toward the Belt parkway. Just looking at her sexy ass, squirming around in the passenger seat got my dick hard.
    “Yo, do me this special favor,” I smiled, unbuttoning my jeans.
    Unhooking her seatbelt, Donna leaned over in my lap. She pulled out my dick and wrapped her sweet thick lips around it, sucking me off. One hand gripped the steering wheel. The other was tangled in her hair forcing her head further down.

    “Hmm… Hmm,” I moaned, going fast on the Belt parkway.
    I exited at Erskine