Tag: Dope Boy Chronicles

CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 10:17 p.m.

A car pulled behind us and stopped.

I checked my mirrors. It was Mandy’s Cadillac.

“Stay here, Sway.” As her door swung open, I quickly stepped out, heading towards her.

She stood smiling. “Andre!”

“Don’t ever pull up on me like that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Two times this week… Is this like your new spot or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve been having good luck ever since I saw you. I tried calling…”

“What’s up?”

“I have your money!” She pulled a stack of cash from her hip pocket. “Here… This is what I owe you, and this is for a hundred if you have one.”

I did a quick count. “You gave me too much…”

“No, that’s you… For looking out.”

“If you got it like that. Thanks. Hold on.”

She peered through the rear window tint. “I didn’t know you had someone with you.”

“Yeah, just a friend.” I kept Mandy in my peripheral vision as I leaned in. “Hand me a hundred, Sway.”

“Did she see me?”

“She knows somebody’s in the car, but she doesn’t know it’s you. Just wait right here, I’ll only be a second.”

Mandy grinned. “Yeah, Andre. I’m up and down here every day. They’re doing all this road construction… Those tricks are easy money, too. No problems.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re back up… I’ll get with you though… We’re about to go and hang out. Chill.”

“You got a girlfriend now? What’s her name? Can I meet her?”

“Maybe some other time.”

“Come on, Andre. Let me meet the girl.”

I firmed. “Another time, Mandy.”

“Be like that…” Suddenly, her face was flushed with shock. Her eyes widened. “What the fuck?!”

“How long are you going to keep my man out here, bitch?!” Sway leapt with hands to Mandy’s throat, taking her to the ground.

“Bitch! I’m going to fuck you up! Get off me, bitch! Get off me!”

Sway got her footing. She began swinging long and wide, tagging Mandy with fists to the head and to the face.

She pushed Sway away, making it to her feet, but it was brief. Following two uppercuts, one to the chin and the other to the nose, Mandy toppled over onto her back.

“Owe! Alright! Alright!” Sway continued, pounding, pummeling, punch after punch. “Make her stop, Andre! Please make her stop. It hurts!”

“Oh, it hurts, bitch?! You didn’t give a fuck about me when I was being hurt, did you?!”

“I’m sorry!”

“When Rosebud was kicking my ass, you didn’t say a word, bitch!”

“What was I supposed to do?! He was going to beat me, too! I was scared!”

“You laughed, bitch! I saw you! You thought it was fucking funny! You enjoyed that shit! Now enjoy me whipping your ugly ass, ho!”

Sway moved in with kicks to the ribs, legs, arms, and to Mandy’s breast. “Andre, please!” A stomp to the head slammed Mandy’s face into the brittle concrete, opening a deep gash across her brow. Blood spurted, painting the pavement a bright crimson. “Oh my god!”

“Don’t call god, bitch! God can’t help you tonight!”

Mandy tried clumsily to stand. Her legs were stretched behind her. Her palms flat as she attempted to right herself.

With her heels, Sway crushed at Mandy’s hands and fingers.

Mandy gave up, accepting her fate. She collapsed into a fetal ball, lying in her own blood, battered and defeated.

Sway leaned over, scolding. “Next time, bitch, get permission from me to address my man. You do it again, bitch, and I’ll break you down.” Sway paused. “Bitch, what are you carrying? How much you got?” She searched her pockets, pulling out a few small bills. “Give me that coke back, too, bitch!”

Sway rifled through the Cadillac. She held up a roll of cash. “Got it!”

“That’s Rosebud’s money, Sway! He’s going to kill me.”

“What, bitch?! It’s my man’s money now!”

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CLUB ECSTASY – PARKING LOT – 10:38 p.m.

The line was outside the door and along the side of the building. Sway was checking her makeup as I sorted out the coke.

“You think you can handle all of these?” I opened the Ziploc. “I can give you half now, and maybe we can come back and get the rest.”

Sway snatched it from my hand. “Stay right here.”

She opened the door. “Wait, what?”

“Stay right here. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“Sway…”

She sped across the lot between the parked cars, taking the back of the line. Within moments, a crowd gathered around her.

I began to get nervous. I’d made up my mind. I was going to go and get her.

However, my worries were relieved. Sway was hurrying towards me. I drove up ahead, meeting her. She hopped in. “Go!”

I made a U-turn heading towards the exit. “What’s going on?! What happened?!”

“Security was coming.”

“Why didn’t we just go in like planned? Now what are we going to do with all those twenties?”

“What twenties?”

“The…” Sway smiled, flashing the Ziploc. It was filled with cash.

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HOME – 4:42 p.m.

I’d called ahead and given Sway the news. She greeted me at the door with a warm smile and a soft kiss to the lips. “Hungry? I have a plate for you.”

I stepped in, closing the door behind me. “Smells good, what did you fix?”

“I fried some chicken legs with French fries to go with it.”

“That quick?”

She set the heaping pile of food onto the kitchenette table. “Sit down.”

I eased back my chair. “These fries are homemade, too.”

“I didn’t put any salt on them. I know how you like to do it.”

“Thanks, baby.” I sprinkled from the box of Morton. “I’ve noticed you don’t put any on yours.”

“Not when I have ketchup, but it has to be Heinz.”

“Riiight?”

“You want a Coke…or a Heineken?”

I chuckled. “I need a fucking beer.” I took my first bite. “Oh fuck, Sway! This shit is delicious! What did you use?”

“Just some flour and Season All… I slow-cooked it to let it settle in.”

“It’s tender too… I’m ’bout to start calling you maw.”

Sway laughed as she cracked the bottle cap. She placed it on a folded paper towel in front of me. She took her chair, looking me into my eyes. “It’s going to be okay, baby. I got you. I don’t even want you to begin to worry.”

“I’m not used to that.”

“I know… You’re a real man. You handle your own. But that doesn’t mean that your woman can’t bring it in. Let me show you, okay?”

“I guess so… Okay.” She took off to the closet, retrieving the scale and baggies, and placing the kit onto the coffee table. “You got that?”

“Yeah, how do you want to do it?”

“Take half of the ounce… On the scale, it’s fourteen. That’s going to be like we did the last time.”

“Eight one hundreds and the rest forties?”

“Yeah, exactly… Now the other half, we’re going to make nothing but twenties.”

Sway smiled. She picked up the Ziploc, holding it to her eyes. “Is this the cut? It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, he gave us way more than we need. That’s for sure.”

“How much are we going to put?”

“Weigh out about seven grams. That’s going to be it. Then mix it all together real good. You have to make sure because you want it nice and even.”

“You don’t want to do half and half?”

“My conscience won’t let me do that.”

“You could.”

“That’s okay.” I studied the math in my head. “That will bring us back about sixteen eighty. That’s a little over a thousand net profit.”

“How many twenties is that?”

“It should come out to forty-two.”

“If we go to Ecstasy tonight, I’ll get rid of it all.”

“I have to meet Dan first. Like at about ten.”

“I’ll be ready when you come back.”

“Nah, you’re coming with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“He’s always wanted our thing to be private, but you’re with me now, so he’ll just have to be okay.”

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CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 10:00 p.m.

“I can’t believe it. He’s on time.”

“That’s a nice car.”

“Ferrari.”

Dan pulled next to us. “Whoa… What do we have here?” He exited, stepping to Sway’s side. “My goodness. If I knew you had beautiful girls like this…” He crossed his arms along the door frame. “She’s gorgeous.”

Sway acknowledged him. “Thank you.”

Dan extended his hand. “I’m Dan.”

Sway accepted. “Nice to meet you, Dan.”

“What, I don’t get to know your name?” Sway looked to me. Dan followed.

“This is Sway.”

Dan flashed a fistful of hundreds from his pocket. Sway ignored, looking in my direction through the driver’s window.

“Let me get two if you have an extra one… Just in case you decide to not answer your phone again. I called you, buddy. Where were you?”

“Spending some time with my girl.”

Dan dropped two of the bills onto Sway’s lap. I handed him the coke. “Hey, I’m throwing a party this weekend at the mansion, brother. It’s going to be warm for a few days, so I’ll have the pool open. You know how I do it. Plenty of food, extra rooms if you want to stay for a while… You bring the party supplies and the little lady.” He looked to Sway. “You’ll love it. Get him to bring you, okay?”

Dan pulled away, still eyeing from his rear view mirror. This time, there was no loud music or burnouts.

“I can’t believe it.”

“What, Andre? That he was about to nut in his pants?”

“You think he was?”

“What were you about to say?”

“As long as I’ve known him, he’s never invited me to anything… Not ever.”

“Why do you think he did this time?”

“He probably just wants another pretty girl at the party.”

“He wants to fuck me. He’s trying to steal me from you.” Sway smiled, caressing my chin. “This is why I fucking love you so much, man. You’re a hustler but you’re a square all at the same time… And you have a good heart.

“I’m convinced that there is no possible way I could have found a better man than you.”

“You’re right… He just disrespected me… I didn’t even see it. That motherfucker?”

“Don’t worry about that right now. We’ll deal with Dan later.”

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THE W – JIMMY JOHN’S RESTROOM – 12:10 p.m.

It was minimal. Three urinals, two sinks, and on the other side were three toilet stalls. Sway had followed me into the last one.

“What are we doing?”

“Sit on the toilet.”

“Sit…?”

“Take down your pants and sit.” She reached for a liner from the carton and placed it atop the seat.

I lowered onto the crinkly paper. “What are you about to do?”

“Taste some of that sweet nut… That’s going to be my dessert.”

She pulled two more from the box, placing them on the floor in front of me. She kneeled, going straight for my sack. “This is fucking crazy! Someone’s going to need to come in here.” Sway jerked and stroked me. Her tongue was under my tip. I began to feel it. “Fuck…”

“Give it to me, daddy.”

“I’m about to…”

As the door creaked, Sway hurriedly climbed on top of me. “You didn’t lock it?”

“I thought you did. You were behind me.”

A voice spoke. “Hey there, fella. You don’t mind a little company, do you?” He took the stall directly next to us.

“Uh… No… Go ahead, no problem.”

“What’s that? What you say?”

“Go ahead!”

Sway was holding on; her knees were digging into my thighs. With her pussy in front of me, I jokingly took a bite. “Ooh…” She covered her mouth, slapping me across the shoulder.

“Having a problem, bud? Sounds like you could use a little fiber in your diet.”

“I’m okay.”

“I didn’t hear you? This damn hearing aid…”

“I said I’m okay!”

“Ahhh… Yahhhh…” His shit plopped and splashed into the bowl. The smell instantly flooded the room. “That’s how you do it, fella.”

“Andre, I’m about to puke.”

He continued. “That’s when you’re regular!”

“Let me up, Sway.” She took cover near the corner. I stood, pulling up my pants.”

The old man cranked out another load. “Yaaahhhh… Phew… That about hurt right there, I tell you what. I’m going to be out of here before you. How are you doing over there, fella?”

“I’m okay… Just finishing up.”

He laughed. “Try some prunes. That’s always worked for me. I’m eighty-two and I’m still flowing free as a teenager.”

“Yeah, thank you, sir.” I flushed, opened the stall, and headed for the door. I peeped out.

“I surely hope you’re a hand washer!” Between the frame, I could see a blue eye shining at me. His gray brow was angrily furrowed.

“Yes, sir!” I scrambled, holding my hands under the running water.

“There you are, son. We can’t spread germs. You were about to go out there and eat your meal.”

As he turned away, I looked to Sway, giving her the signal. She darted out.

“Hey! I saw that! What’s going on in here?!”

Our heads were hung low as we speed-walked across the restaurant. We were approaching the exit when we heard him shouting, “Stop those two! They were in here messing around! Funny business, I tell you what!”

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HOME – 3:37 p.m.

“I’m about to go and pick up. Do you need anything while I’m out?”

“I don’t think so. Let me check the food.” Sway peeked into the refrigerator. “We’re good for a couple days.”

“Okay… I won’t be long.”

“How far do you have to go?”

“Garland. At the Chevron. It’ll be quick; in and out. The only thing that would hold me would be traffic, and today is Saturday, so…”

“Okay… I’ll be worried though. You know that, right?” Sway stepped slowly to me. She hugged. “I’m always worried when you’re gone.”

“I’m good, baby. I already told you I’ve been fucking with these Mexicans for years. Nothing to worry about… I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.”

“Okay.”

“Let me get out of here.”

“You got everything?”

“My phone, the cash, my keys, and my wallet. I’m good.”

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GARLAND – CHEVRON NEAR SHILOH ROAD – 4:06 p.m.

I was parked at the air and water hoses, checking my tire pressure, when the black Suburban pulled alongside. The passenger window lowered. “Hey, my friend. I got bad news.”

I was slightly panicked. “What’s up?”

We shook hands, making the transaction. “I’m going to be out for a while.”

“What? For how long?”

“A month or two, at least.”

“That long?”

“Yes, until shit calms down.”

“What happened?”

“It’s hot right now. You should be careful.”

“Well, let me stack up, brother. You got any more with you? I’ll take it.”

“That’s all, my friend.”

“What about later? Can I meet up with you later?”

“Everything is promised out already. I call you, you no answer. I say well…”

“Yeah, I know, that’s on me… You got anybody else? One of your people?”

“No, this is everywhere. But you got the cut. Wait a week or two, and they will be glad to have that. You can charge whatever.”

“Okay, I appreciate you, bro… Let me know when.”

“I got you, my friend.”

I watched as he drove away, knowing I was in trouble. I’d always had money stacked away. Not this time, though.

I went inside, searched the boxes for a Popsicle. I grabbed a grape, paid for it, and went back to the car. I relaxed against the front fender with my leg across the hood and unwrapped the packaging.

I took my time and enjoyed it.

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FEBRUARY 1, 2020

THE W – JIMMY JOHN’S – NOON

It was the final day of our honeymoon.

Sway and I, dressed in our house clothes, had gone down to the Jimmy John’s for club sandwiches. We’d taken a seat next to the window.

I looked across to her. “You’re worrying again. What is it?”

She stared out, watching the moving vehicles and the people walking by. “Nothing.”

“What do you mean nothing? It hasn’t even been a month, and I can already tell when you have something going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”

She chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Well… Money again?”

She turned to me. “I don’t want you to go from all this luxury to being on the street, Andre.”

I leaned back in my chair. “That’s not going to happen.”

“It’s still winter… I’m ride or die all the way. I’m with you until the end, but it’s going to be cold under those overpasses.”

“Sway, I’m not going to let that happen.”

“How much money do we have left?”

“Let me check the balance.” I pulled my phone. “We got… Damn… A lot of shit hit the bank already. There’s thirty-two hundred, fifty-six dollars and fifty-nine cents.”

“See! I knew it. You spent almost double that on all this. You had to have had a least ten thousand before you met me.”

“Stop doing that! I spent it because I wanted to spend it! Fuck outta here. I never had a mamma and I don’t need one now!”

“Baby… Baby, okay. Just listen to me. I only want to help find a way to get that back and then some. That’s all I’m saying.”

“I’m sorry… You didn’t deserve that.”

“No, I’m prying… I know.”

“It’s okay. I’m just not used to anyone telling me how to handle my shit…”

“And I’m not trying to. You’re in control of the money. I just want to help you make the money. I want what’s best for us.”

“You’re right.”

“As soon as we get back, let’s get to work, okay?”

“Bet.” I glanced at my messages. “I know those motherfuckers are pissed.”

“You got missed calls?”

“Fifty-six.”

“You didn’t tell them?”

“Nope.”

“They might think you’re like in jail or dead.”

I laughed. “They probably don’t want to fuck with me now. Might think I’m hot.”

Sway smiled. “That’s alright, I got you. How much coke do we have left?”

“Three grams… I need to score like tonight. I’m going to call my guy in a minute. I might as well get a whole one this time.”

“Can you make some twenties for me?”

“For Ecstasy?”

“I know there for sure.”

“Okay.”

“You can cut it too. It’ll still be better than what they’re getting right now.”

“I guess I could touch it a little bit… Get some Mannitol or Lidocaine when I pick up. They have all that shit. We can flip that right quick and re-up a couple more times…”

“Plus, what I’ll be bringing in.”

“What do you mean?”

“I told you. I want to go and work with Demi.”

“You talking again about dancing? You’re serious.”

“Yeah, I can make us a lot of money. I know how to work a trick. I can get that.” Sway paused. “Baby, I don’t mean it like that.”

“What?”

“I can see it in your face. I will never sell my body unless you ask me to.”

“I didn’t even say anything…”

“I know what’s in that handsome mind of yours. You can trust me. I’m yours to do whatever you want me to do.”

“That pussy is mine, Sway. I don’t want no other motherfucker up in it.”

“Ooh fuck. Say that again…”

“I said that that pussy is all mine and I don’t want no other motherfucker up in it.”

“I want to get under this table right now and suck your motherfucking dick.”

I scanned the room. “We would definitely go to jail… For sure. Ooh!”

Sway had removed her shoe and was sock-jobbing me with her foot. She smiled. “Your dick is hard as fuck. What are we going to do about that?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

“We’re finished here… Don’t you have to use the restroom?”

“You’re not thinking… The restroom, Sway?”

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