Free Forbidden Fruit by Nika Michelle Page B

fake IDs. They got away with it long enough to stack some real paper.
     
    Teji was very beautiful with her dark, mocha skin. She stood about 5'8, and was as graceful as any model. Her thick lips and high cheekbones were both proof of her mixed ancestry. He mother was born in Nigeria and her father was full blood Cherokee Indian. Her parents had split up when she was thirteen and she moved with her mom to Atlanta, two years later. Her long thick, jet black hair coined her nickname Pocahontas. She had sharp, piercing dark brown almond shaped eyes that put men in check and made women feel intimidated. The body on her didn't hurt her image either. She was truly a 'brick house'. Her 155 lb frame was firm and tight as well as voluptuous in all the right places. As beautiful as she was she was also feisty. She'd cut a bitch in a flash, and drink any man to shame.
     
    Now Daren was the total opposite physically. She was half Irish and black with a thick, red, curly fro. Her high yellow skin, cute freckles, and button nose made her look innocent. She had sexy, pouty lips and gray sensual eyes that told that she was all woman. She'd never met her father, who had killed himself before she was born. Her mother became a prostitute in order to support them. Eventually Daren was put in foster care. After having enough of her foster parent's son raping her almost every night, she ran away to Atlanta to live with an older childhood friend. She was barely sixteen. Three months later she had been arrested six times for assault and petty theft. She had a bad ass temper, but was a good and loyal friend. She stood about 4'11 and weighed about 125 lbs. She had one of those J-Lo figures; no waist and all ass. She contributed that to her mother.
     
    "Let's ride the train. What's up? Ya'll already know traffic goin' be a mufucka," Teji said polishing off another Skyy Blue. "This shit is fuckin' Kool-Aid," she complained.
     
    "We ain't alcoholics like you," Daren laughed. She had a thick Boston accent. We loved how she talked and the men got off on it too. We were chilling at her apartment.
     
    "Look now. Where the hell we goin'? It's already past ten. We need to make a decision," Maya said. She sounded all excited about going out. I guess it was because she hadn't been out in a while.
     
    "Your lil' young ass don't need to be goin' nowhere," Teji joked.
     
    "Little where?" Maya asked posing. "Tell me where I'm little at bitch? I bet my pussy bigger than yours."
     
    "Just 'cause you pushed a baby out your pus' don't mean nothin' lil' mama," Teji slurred. She'd had one too many Skyy Blues. She was originally from Florida and was wild as hell. "Shit, I got a kid too.” Her daughter Yazmin lived with Teji's grandmother down in Jacksonville, Florida.
     
    Maya rolled her eyes and drunk out of a bottle of Courvoisier. I'd never seen her drink like that before. I didn't know what the hell was up wit' her ass.
     
    "It's cool, but we need to move," she said standing up. The short ass skirt she had on barely covered her white sheer thong.
     
    "Don't you think that shit too short?" I asked.
     
    "Don't trip Yanna. You got on fuckin' underwear," she said with an attitude.
     
    "Chill shawty," I said calmly. I knew her. She was still pissed with Mel over his little disappearing acts.
     
    Maya sighed. "Can we just go? I'm ready to shake my ass." She twirled her curvy hips.
     
    "A'ight Maya damn," I said initiating our exit as I stood up. My girls followed me to the door. "Oh yeah, Princess, have you heard anything else about La La's stupid ass?"
     
    "Nol, ever since she shot D she been missin' in action. I told you the bitch is on the run and shit," she said.
     
    "Word. So we takin' the train?"
     
    "Yeah," they all said at the same time.
     
    We headed to our destination.
     
    * * *
     
    "The block hot ain't it yo'!" Ace said as Diablo pulled up to one of their trap houses in Bankhead. There were two police cars parked on the side of the road. There