Free Miss Wayne and the Queens of DC (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles Page B

friends we had die from that shit. All because some queen makin’ money without knowin’ what she doin’.” He says shaking his head. “Naw…that ain’t workin’ for me.”
“Well what about the house of Stars Legendary ball in a couple of months? If our house wins the grand prize we’ll make twenty five thousand dollars!”
“That will help but I still gotta divide it with ya’ll.”
“It’s better than nothin’.”
“You stay cheerin’ for a couple of dollars,” he says picking up a clipped out magazine article of Janet Jackson from his desk. “But I need real money if I’m gonna go to a doctor to look like her.”
Kevin looks at the picture that he’d seen twenty times and keeps his comments to himself. He wanted to tell Paul that it was impossible for him to look like Janet Jackson. Number one, he was six feet tall and she barely made it over five foot three. Secondly his body frame was very muscular and hers was small and lean. But more importantly he remembered the last time he told him how he felt about the matter. Paul threw him out on his ass with the quickness. It took two months of begging and Kevin giving him the black Kim Kardashian wig he wore when he won a ball a while back, for Paul to let him back in the house.
“You could’ve been had it if you start trickin’ wit’ us. Everything cost, even Bussy,” he says slapping his ass.
“I’m not a whore, Kevin. Besides, that’s why I got you. But I can tell you what will help. Shit will be all right if you start payin’ your rent ‘round here. On time!”
Kevin was shut down with all the shit he was bringing.
“I’m on your side,” he responds in the soft feminine voice he trained since he was a little boy. He knew he was into Paul for five hundred dollars of late rent and didn’t have much to say. “But what do we do now to get them out your house?”
“Well I tried it the right way. I went through the courts and they said I’d have to wait on a fuckin’ eviction approval and that can take anotha 30 days. If we go another route, I can have ‘em out sooner. But before I give you the details, why is Wayne back in town?”
“Redbone Wayne? From the House of Dreams?” Kevin asks giving him a quizzical stare.
“Yeah.”
“I’m not sure…but I hope it’s not for the ball.”
“Why? You don’t think we can win if the House of Dreams participates?”
“Uh…yeah. He ain’t got nothin’ on your house.” He lies. “But I did hear his LA chapter is like that. But we can still beat them wretched queens hands down.”
Paul’s house, which he called the House of Dolls, had five members. Paul was the leader and his members were Toni, Kevin, Shawn and Michael. In their eyes they were built to perfection, hence the name, House of Dolls. But behind their backs they were known as the House of Moos. The only thing they did to look like women was alter their bodies, not including their faces. But the House of Dolls was ruthless. They did whatever they could to maintain their house, buy drugs and win balls. Including robbery and murder.
“Can he be a problem for us? Wayne?” Paul questions.
“It depends on the issue you have with him.”
“Meaning?”
“Well…you know back in the day he use to slice mothafuckas faces up if they got him wrong. But when he moved to LA, it seemed like he fell off the scene and off the face of the earth. Why?”
Paul wouldn’t dare tell him that just days earlier, he’d gotten his ass kicked in the house his mother raised him in. Wayne beat him so badly that he had bruises in places he hadn’t thought he touched.
Instead of the truth Paul says, “I’m hearin’ a lot about him lately. And he was in my house when I went over there.”
“Oh no!” Kevin says grabbing his t-shirt. “Is he the one who beat you?”
“Why in the fuck would you ask me some bullshit like that?”
“Cause you came in here beat down harder than Ms. Rhianna in Chris Brown’s car, baby. That’s why.”
“I told you