Free The Apostles by Y. Blak Moore Page A

robbing and damn near beating Wayne to death served her friend right. Shit, if Sakawa knew that Wayne used to give her money andtry to fuck her on a regular basis she would flip. She decided to rub it in a little.
    “You know what, Saki? I seen that nigga Wayne. Girl, he was talking to hisself with his mouth all wired up and shit. When I spoke to him I called him Wayne. He was like, ‘Bitch, my name is Insane Wayne.’ He scared the shit out of me. Them niggas must've fucked up some shit in his head when they beat him down. I hate the Governors.”
    Viciously, Sakawa retorted, “If you hate them so much, then why did you fuck so many of them?”
    China tossed the blunt duck into the blown-glass ashtray on the coffee table. “I don't know what you talking about.”
    Sakawa laughed. “Bitch, stop lying. You know that they call you GP—Governor pussy.”
    China was unruffled as she flattened out her cherry-cola-dyed weave ponytail. She pulled off her camel leather, high-heeled boots and swung her legs over the arm of the sofa. Her Baby Phat pants fit like a second layer of skin. “I don't care. Motherfuckas can say what they want to say. They just be hating on a bad bitch like me. I bet can't none of the broke-ass niggas that be hustling packs say they hit this shit. As long as them niggas keeping paying for that new Altima parked downstairs, putting Prada on my feet, and putting Armani Exchange and Iceberg on my ass they can call me Governor pussy. All of us ain't as fortunate as you.”
    “What you mean by that shit?”
    China rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she twirled a few pieces of weave around her finger. “Shit, we all ain't lucky enough to have a man like Wayne. That nigga gave you everything. He was a good man.”
    “China Doll, what you know about a good man? You give them some pussy so fast that you never find out if the nigga good or not.”
    “Whatever, bitch,” China Doll said. She knew that she had struck pay dirt. Sakawa was pissed about her comments aboutWayne. She decided that it was time to change the subject before Sakawa made her leave. The weed she'd smoked had made her lazy and the couch was comfortable—she definitely didn't feel like going home. “How you been though, Saki? You know, since Wayne been gone.”
    For a short moment Sakawa's anger subsided. She sighed. “My fault for snapping you up like that, China Doll. It's just that since Wayne been gone that nigga Vee been trying to holla at me. He stop me on the street. He be calling all the damn time. Shit. That was him I just hung up on. I don't even know how that nigga got my number.”
    China knew—she had given him the telephone number for a hundred and fifty dollars. She tried to get him up to two hundred, but he wouldn't go for it.
    Smoothing her shirt down, China said, “Girl, what's the problem? Shit, Wayne ain't got nothing. That nigga is fuckin' nuts. He ain't coming back, Saki. His ass gone be in Tinley Park, if anything, wearing one of those coats that make you hug yo'self. Is you trying to get that crazy nigga back?”
    Disgusted, Sakawa replied, “Hell, nall, girl! I would love to spit in his fucking face. That nigga took my damn car and I ain't seen him since. That was about three weeks ago. I ain't tripping though—he bought it. I hope his ass die in a flaming car wreck!”
    Both women laughed.
    “What's wrong with Vee, girl? That nigga is the Head Governor. Shit, you was going with one of the soldiers. What is you thinking about?”
    “Ain't nobody thinking about Vee. That nigga had his chance back a while ago, but he wanted to fuck with a hoodrat. I can't have that shit. At least if a nigga gone creep on his girl, he should get big—not little. I caught that nigga hugged up with some underage, baldhead, dirty little hood booger.”
    “Girl, if I had a man with as much paper as Vee, I wouldn'tgive a fuck what he did. Shit, I would help that nigga get some pussy, just keep my car note paid, and minutes on my