Piggy Rocks the Party that ROCKED his Body: Perilous Piggy

Drell immediately got up from his post and walked towards them. Chad Blair smiles. Alvin Ray remains stoic. "Piggy, you better tell this cowboy who I am. This ain't what he want." I bit my bottom lip and contemplated for a sec. He shouldn't underestimate Drell but I KNEW what Blair was capable of. I knew that I would always be handy with steel but still why do all of this in the hospital? "Drell, baby, it's okay. He's cool." With his back turned towards me, I could see a lot of tension in his body. I remember one time my mama telling me that you don't come between men when they're having a pissing contest. You got back so as to not get wet. "Bae, Imma go get me something to drink. You want something back?" "Bring me an ice cold Dr. Pepper." He looked back and smiled at me. Drell then mugged both Blair and Ray before leaving the hospital room. "What do you want Blair? And Alvin where the hell you been. There was a missing person's report out on you last I checked." As Blair got closer to my bed, the scent of Havanna Cohibas and Happy cologne permeated the room. "What brings you here, Blair." He set the Loubou box down. Alvin Ray kept close to the door. "Rumor through the department was that you were dead, Coyle. I couldn't believe that." I looked Chad Blair dead in his eye. He turned away from my stare. "That was done on purpose. We still don't know for sure who is really responsible. We thought it best to let whomever did this to believe that I was dead." Chad Blair knew the way this business worked. I was tryna read him. Find out why he was really here. Can't lie though. It was hard for me to focus looking at that Christian Louboutin box. My nipples hardened and I started salivating. See it had to have been thirty days or more since I had gotten high. All the people that had visited me over the course of my stay here had brought flowers, cards and balloons. Things like that. None of them had thought about feeding my habit. Chad Blair noticed my shaking. "Its been a while huh, Piggy?" It was at these times when I felt I was the most vulnerable. I licked my lips and I tried to inch my way to the box. Chad Blair scooted it within my grasp. I opened the box. There they were. The coveted Daffodil pump. Closed toe. Five inch heel and very red bottom. My heartbeat sped up. "Easy, Piggy. You laying in a hospital already. Pace yourself. I brought em for you. I know what you need." My pupils I'm sure were now dilated. I moved the thin sheet and I saw that I had on a pair of the hospital footies they give you. It was hard for me to move as I had an I.V. in my arm. I pulled the footies off glad to see that my mama had made sure I stayed pedicured. My toes like my nails were painted a pretty candy pink color. "Allow me, Piggy." Blair slip one shoe on. I could see my veins raise. He slipped on the other and I was transformed. The sensation came on so fast, my nose began to bleed. Colors of teal, peach, and purples was all around me. I ran my hand through my blonde locks, glad that my mother and Meika B had taken care of them. Every other day, Meika would be at the hospital washing them with dry shampoo and my mother kept them fluffed and soft with Mixed Chicks misting spray. Louboutins always got me high. It would be violent. I could feel my body convulse. "This shit is crazy, Chad. Is she gone be ok?" "Yeah, she'll be alright. I was tryna explain to you about this. This girl been addicted to shoes for a long time. It can get this bad. Courtney is one of the worst cases I've ever seen." I was high as shit but I could still hear them talking about me. No longer did I have an I.V. in my arm. Dressed still in a hospital gown, I could see myself sashaying in the Daffodil pump. It was closer to an outer body experience. My cell ringing brought me back. "Courtney." "Piggy, are you by yourself?" "No." I hear panic in Meika B's voice. "Piggy is Chad Blair there? If he is play it off." I wiped blood from my nose and answered. "Yeah bae, I got it. Thank you." "Piggy, Arnissha Lynn is behind this foolishness. Blair and Starsha Danielle helped her set it up. He might be there to finish the job." "I see, oh ok then, well now is not really the best time for you to come now." "That's a bet Piggy, I'm pulling into the parking garage now. Where is Drell? Are you dressed?" "Girl yeah, I'm dressed. Comfortable just like I like it." I giggled for good measure. "Rule with an iron fist, Piggy. Don't stop until you hear it click!" I bit my bottom lip. "You better know that." She hung up. Chad Blair moved closer to me. "Coyle, who was that on the phone?" I felt the steel of my pistol. "A friend. She's been itching to come see me. Not really up for her company right now though." He was tryna read me. Alvin Ray spoke up. "Blair, my old lady calling me, Imma step outside for a minute." Blair nodded. When the door opened, I didn't see any other of the officers who had stood post outside. It made sense. The commotion I'd previously heard was Blair pulling rank. He had sent them away. Wondered where Drell was. Didn't matter. Chad moved closer to me. He smiled. "I always thought you were beautiful. But I always knew you were poison. Look at your eyes. A woman ain't supposed to have eyes like yours. They like Shannon Monet. You're tainted." "So they sent you to finish me huh, Blair." He now had a Beretta with a silencer attached to it. I slowly pulled the hammer back on my .40. If I fired everyone would hear. "There's no fear in your eyes Courtney. Why? Here it is you about to die, and there is no fear or even remorse for some of the things you've done." "Not built like that I guess." I'm high as shit but I still have got a clear shot. I have a clear shot of him before he fire one off in me. I know that Texas Tea is seconds from entering my room. A knock on my door. "Who is it?" "Brian." I knew my Piglet was with him. Loud as I could I said, " More Than the Air I Breathe." Blair cussed. Turned his gun at me. Brian came through the door with his .40 and Blair's brains were sprayed against the window, my blood pressure monitor and the TV mounted on the wall. I didn't blink. Shell casings would match my weapon. I laid there frozen. Another body I had added. I just remembered thinking how hard would it be to get brain matter off of these Daffodil pumps. Brian kissed my forehead. Grateful that we had come up with that code. Nurses and Doctors were in my room and the chaos began. Tameika sat in the lobby patiently playing auntie to my Piglet. Rule with an Iron fist. Houston was mine and nothing and nobody would come between that. I texted Texas Tea two words: Alvin Ray. She responded back with one word: DONE. I answered four million questions while the father of my son quietly stood over me as my protector. Love comes in some unorthodox forms sometimes, but I was the lucky one. Good Directions played on my little radio and I smiled as they prepared to put me into another room as my current one had just become a crime scene. I looked down at the sheet covering Blair's body. No twenty one gun salute for him. Don't you just hate dirty cops?

Love and Louboutins: It all comes back to Piggy

"This food is horrible!" I spit what was supposed to be Salisbury steak into a napkin. No wonder people in the hospital were sick. It has been three days since I'd come out my coma. I feel like I had just been sleep. I wanted only those close to me to know my condition. The rest of the world thought I was dead. That was fine by me until I knew exactly who had done this. They effed up big time. Brian was on his way with my piglet in a minute and my mother was here continously fussing over me. I knew this had been hard on her. She looked older than I remembered. "Pooh, you still have got to eat. Here let me dress it up a lil bit for you." She pulled little packets of salt and pepper out of her purse and sprinkled it on my food. Fed a forkful of it to me and it was sooo much better. Thank God for mamas I tell you that. I had spoken with Texas Tea and I wanted to cry at the elation in her voice. I loved her more than she knew, Donny Hathaway. His live performance of that song was playing in my room. Meika B was truly glad to hear from me and said that she would be up here pronto to put her eyes on me. Let's see... What do I remember about that night? Well I remember I was at Denny's about to eat with Drell. There was fools tryna come in and rob it. I stopped all that shit though. One of the goons claimed I had killed his brother. I'm sure I had something smart to tell him. I remember kissing Drell and the rest is bleak. They say I'm lucky to be alive. My face is still bandaged. Drell has been here the whole time I heard. "He's crazy about you, Courtney. There ain't no doubt about that. It's funny. We talked about how y'all used to bicker back and forth in grade school." I smiled. Who knew that Drell and I would be in this position. I had expected him to be long gone back to Mississippi by now but according to my mother he hadn't left my side since the accident. How did I get so lucky? HPD had sent over flowers just about everyday. My captain came and saw me yesterday and he brought over pictures of the crime scene. My Camaro had of course been totaled. I saw the picture of my body laying on the ground. My blood boiled. Initially when the paramedics arrived on the scene, they couldn't detect a pulse. CSI immediately begin taking pictures of my mangled body. Mangled. That's the way it appeared on film. I kept hearing Mike Walker's voice reverberating in my head. "Lil one, rule with an iron fist." That's exactly what I would do. I felt pretty good though all things considering. I was a lil sore in some areas and I was so ready to have these bandages removed from my face. Drell walked in. "Damn, bae. I'm so glad you okay." I smiled. He bent over and kissed my lips. There were still sparks when we kissed. I looked into his eyes and I saw me in them. Realistically, I was into a lot of things I had no business into. I still had a path that I needed to stick with. Like it or love it I was going to do just that. Symona Lisa popped in my head. I had made plans to include her and Pure Vengeance Accessories into the Embassy's blueprint. I'm telling you her accessories was appropriately named. When haters saw you with them on it made them hateful and vengeful towards you. She made me some Texas Girl earrings in the shape of Texas. People constantly asked me questions about them.Want to know where I get em from. How much are they. Does she custom order. Yeah my Baltimore lady had a niche and I wanted to help expand her empire and make it a part of mine. My mama stepped outside to use her phone. Drell was able to get my phone and purse at the scene. I turned my blackberry and there were a flood of texts from my Embassy. Well wishes and we gone get whoever did this texts. I smiled. It felt good knowing I had so many people who loved me. Bits and pieces of that night had started to come back to me. I remembered that as I walked towards my car after kissing Drell good night, I thought I saw Starsha Danielle. Didn't think much about it then. Went on ahead to my car and that's when the explosion occurred. Now that was an important piece of the equation now. Soon as I saw Tameika I would let her know. "Fix your face. What's wrong with you? I'm okay." He rubbed his braids and looked at me. It was at this very moment I realized how physically attracted I was to him. I moved to adjust myself and get comfortable. I then thought about the childhood story of the princess and the pea. You remember she could never get comfortable in her bed with just a small pea in between her mattress? Well I was just the opposite. For here behind my hospital pillow laid my Smith and Wesson .40. Princess Piggy seldom slept without hers. I smiled at Drell. "I got it for you at the scene. Figured you needed it." I heard a commotion outside my door and then it opened. Chad Blair. My old partner and a MF I did not trust. Alvin Ray was with him. My .40 was now in my lap under my bed covers. I could smell blood and I don't have to tell you that it wasn't mine I was smelling. My senses heightened when I saw that Chad Blair had a Louboutin shoe box underneath his arm. I needed it...

The Symona Lisa Will be Transplanted via Piggy's Parcel Service

I should have told my Texas Lady not to waste money on a ticket for me. I don't fly. I mean I am the flyest one but I don't fly. So I traded her first class ticket she bought for me and I used that money for expenses. I would stay at the Sheraton Astrodome. It got really great reviews. I rented a Suburban and I decided I would drive down South. It had been more than thirty days since I had talked to Piggy. I was surprised when all of a sudden I received a phone call with a Houston area code. It wasn't Piggy. "Symona Lisa?" "I'm listening." The voice on the other end chuckled. Her voice was thick and sultry, but it was comforting. It dripped of macaroni and cheese with collard greens. This was a woman of the south. Her accent was as thick as Courtney's. "My name is Tameika Benford. I work with Piggy. I really needed to get in touch with you." I poured myself a glass of wine. I looked around my Baltimore studio. I was on my way. Like it or love it. Barely twenty one, I had built my company from the ground up. I was doing what I loved to do. I stopped hustling. Selling dope was going to get me killed but my keen sense of fashion would take me places. It had. I now had merchandising offices for Pure Vengeance Accessories in New York, Miami, Dallas and soon Houston. Courtney AKA Piggy had sent me an awesome blueprint on how she could and would incorporate my accessories with her shoe business. Not only that she had spent good money with me on some original pieces. I designed for her Texas shaped earrings with close to 10,000 crystal stones each. Money had been no factor to her. Crazy thing is I was really interested in what they were paying Houston cops these days. That's what she did for a living. Tameika Benford went on. "Ms. Lisa, something bad has happened. Piggy has been in an accident. Now she's gonna be fine but I know that she wants you all 's plan to go as she had initially planned." I didn't know what to make of this. You see I knew the way the game go. I had many conversations with Piggy and she only mentioned two people she trusted. There was a Shannon Monet and a Texas Tea. "I see, Tameika?" "Yes." "You have to appreciate my position on this. Piggy ordered thousands of dollars of merchandise that I am personally supposed to see to. We've spoken alot over the course of six months and she's never mentioned you. I will be more than happy to contact Texas Tea and discuss furt- I heard that infectious laugh of hers again. "Tameika? What's funny? I don't get it." "That damn Piggy. You see I am Texas Tea. That's my code name." I had still had suspicions. "She gave me a code phrase, Tameika. What is it?" "Manolo Blahniks are in every season." There it is. She was legit. I thought it was odd at first that Courtney would have a code but I know this game can be dirty. We went on discussing the future. I lay back on my queen sized bed. Here lay my sketch book where I came up with all my beautiful designs. My Ipad lay in the bed and my B-more Beretta lay next to a now empty bottle of wine. This was my life. I'm young successful beautiful and single. It's okay. I know the right BOSS is out there for me. Who knows? I may find him in the Lone Star State. I flipped my Ipad on and Trey comes on singing Made to Be together. I think of simpler times. When it was just me my mama and my brother. We never struggled but we was damn sure living good now. I made sure that Wanda didn't have to worry about a thing. You see my Texas lady had reached and cornered a market. What little I knew about her I liked. I figured I'd support her. I told Texas Tea I'd see her in two days. Call her when I saw the Astrodome. I had even been considering moving down South. Something about em I dig. Don't get me wrong. Because I loved Baltimore and all it had to offer me. I was Queen here. I also knew that a Queen could reign anywhere. I just knew that Courtney loved her city like the air that passed through her lungs. Wonder how she'd react if she ever had to give it up. I heard Texas Tea mention accident. I wonder what she meant. I flipped through the channels on the TV. There it was again. It was a commercial for Courtney Got Somethihng to Say. The writer of this blog promised that by reading this your life could change! It was ongoing story about Officer Piggy and her crew. I had heard from a couple of  my friends that it was okay reading. Coincendentally enough it was set in the land of DJ Screw and the Htown beauty I had come to know as C.C. Maybe I'll go to Amazon and download this blog to my Ipad. May be good reading. I lay back and stare in the mirror. I'm in a Moscato induced stupor. All's well that ends well in accessorizing the world yo.

Piggy Comes To....Be Prepared

I'm five years old again. Back on the porch with my mama. She is shelling purple hull peas. We're in Longview, Texas and my grandmother is in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Shades of red and purple are all around me now. I am sixteen and in high school. I see the cherry red '67 Pontiac GTO my daddy restored for me. I was the only girl at Madison with one like this. I named it Chase. Blues and hues of green. I'm walking across the stage at my graduation from the police academy. My twin and I did it together and my mama couldn't have been prouder. I see Brian and I kiss him. I remember the way I would feel when he would grab my hand. I now see shades of yellow and orange. I am sitting on the floor of my bathroom holding a stick that says I'm pregnant. Crying because I'm scared. Don't know how I will tell 50. We're still young. I'm fresh out of the academy. I'm about to be a mom. I watch him as he kisses his hand and touches my swollen belly. He was elated when he found out. I knew then that neither of us would ever be the same. Together we kiss all ten of Cobee's fingers and toes. Elated that we were parents. I started buying shoes. One pair one day then may three pairs on another day. Not just cheap pairs either no. Madden. Choo. Louboutin. Chinese Laundry. Nine West occasionally.  Finally I copped a pair of Manolo Blahniks and I ain't look back. I moved up in rank through the police department. Youngest in my department's history and only woman. Shades turn to hunter green. I see how my addiction to fabulous shoes turn into my excursion meeting with the DSW ese and my chance meeting with Ivory Albro. I feel funny. My blood is boiling. He double crossed me and it didn't take long for him to do it. Dealing with Albro I run into the love of my life. He's married now but we still have that chemistry. He warns me about Albro. It's because of him the plan is set into motion. I'm at a crossroad and there's no turning back now. I see Tameika Benford's smile and I'm renewed. Almost since the moment we reconnected albeit through Shannon Monet, she has been Team Piggy. She shoots first and ask questions later. Machete Mychelle has never let her love for me die and then there's Melodious. We're blood family and she ride for me too. I hear my mother's voice. "We'll get Rev. Caldwell to do the funeral. I want her dressed in her dress blues a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes that I'll pick out myself. I hear myself scream out! Nobody reacts. I am listening to my family plan my funeral. My mother cries. "I just keep thinking about my handsome grandson." What's wrong with my piglet? I try to get up but I can't move. I need them to hear me. "I called her daddy and he's coming outta hiding for her funeral." My daddy coming to see me? I felt something pop inside my chest. I could hear the machine next to me buzz. My eyes opened after a lot of light forced them open. My mouth was dry. Eyes open but very sore. Drell was the first person I saw. His face tear strained. I looked around and my mama had her back towards me. She was on her cell phone. There was a small radio that I could hear Bill Withers singing ain't no Sunshine when she's gone. Drell had his head in his hands. I realized then that I was in love with this man. "We're going to take her off life support in about an hour. You need to get up here to say goodbye!" I heard her ask Drell, "I am doing the right thing aren't I? I mean it's been thirty days and the doctors say she's gotten worse." "Mama, let me be the one to pull the plug." She screamed out and up to Jesus. Drell took my hand and rubbed the side of his face. He and my mama both planted kisses on the side of my face. I figured now God has other plans for me. It was all coming back. Now I would focus on getting myself better and ensure that my Piglet knew how much I loved him and then see to it that the Embassy remained intact!

Lynn a Helping Hand?: Lynn's Confession

"Where are my fuckin cigarettes?!" You see I drove around and waited on the explosion. I had my driver take me around on Sampson and you could see it from Southmore. And me sending some goons over to her safe house was a message that I needed to send to Melodious and Texas Tea. Courtney didn't have what it takes to be king. I had been in this game before she was born good and I was not going to let her little ass come in and just TAKE over. I have worked hard at all my businesses. Doing what I have to do to build empires and I couldn't let her come and take that from me. Happy Hair Butter was now on shelves across America. I figure I would lay back let them bury her and then I would make my move. She killed Albro and now I've killed her. Monet was too soft to to do it. She all in her feelings. You see Shannon talk a good game but she didn't want no real harm to come to Piggy. So I took matters into my own hand. This wine is good. Gotta buy this more often. My office is a mess. It was a good thing that I ran into Starsha Danielle's ass too. I think she hated Courtney about as much as everyone else. She was glad to do my little dirty work. She had learned how to put together bombs surprisingly during her bid in the federal penitentiary. Ain't that crazy? She put it together and installed it. Eventually Tameika Benford is gone find out that she had something to do with it. I laugh because I know Starsha had no idea what she was getting herself into. Then there's Chad Blair. Hadn't quite figured out what I would do with him just yet. Something had to be done though. I run my hand through my hair. Man, I had some of the most beautiful natural hair this side of the Astrodome. I can't lie though. Piggy did have some beautiful blonde locks too. Such a shame. I laugh out loud again. I needed to hear some music. Turned the stereo on until I got to Willie Clayton. Wiggle came on and I got up from the chair behind my desk. I was tipsy. Still couldn't find my cigarettes. Oh well. I'll send Swain to the store. Think I'll give myself a deep oil treatment tonight. I was excited because I knew where I was headed. It wasn't no stopping what I could do. She thought Houston was hers. What kind of gangsta would I be if I allowed that to happen? Naw I had to provide for my family just like my mama did. I feel like I need to go somewhere and celebrate. Get out the house. Brock was on his way to me with wardrobe. That damn Brock Casteel could get you anything from shoes, clothes, guns, furniture damn near anything you want. His motto is if he ain't got it you don't need it. "Ms. Arnissha, Brock is here to see you." "Ok Leslie, tell him I'll be there in a second." Checked my reflection in the mirror. Adjusted my boobs. Brock had brought a closet full of things from me to choose from. I greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He laid out a bad Roberto Cavalli wrap dress that screamed Arnissha Lynn. "Brock, you got some shoes that'll go with this dress." I look up and Brock has a gun pointed at me. Tameika Benford walks up behind him. "You gone pay Arnissha Lynn!" Damn, I look around and I can't think of where my nearest weapon is. Brock snatches his dress from my hand. I see his hand coming down on the top of my head. I watched her body crumble to the floor. "Thanks Brock, I appreciate it bae." "No problem, Tameika. Anybody gotta problem with Piggy gotta problem with Brock Shops. Let me get her out to your car. She out like a light." I gave Leslie a hundred dollar bill and I left Big Lynn's compound. See what you don't know will kill ya, Lynn. I grabbed a mint as I mimiced Courtney's sashay out the door.

Melodious Makes it Clear!

Fuck! They're being ambushed. Grab my gauge and I fire out the front window. I had just hung up the phone with Asia and this bullshit go down. I fire one shot! Two more. I peer out the window and I don't see Asia or Machete. The car where the gunfire had opened from was gone. I went out the back door and there was Machete and Asia. They were both fine. They needed help with Shannon Monet. It looked like it was just a body. "Damn, Asia, did yall kill her?" They took her to the back bedroom and laid her across the bed. "Naw, Melodious she just fucked up is all." I noticed how particularly quiet Machete was. "How you Machete Mychelle?" She nodded. No words. I knew she was most definitely taking this hard. Her and my cousin was real close. Damn, I said was. Piggy was gone pull through this. I swear I admired her though. She was my uncles' daughter and she was just like him. When I got the call, it was as if the world had stopped. For some reason I needed to go in to check on my girls. I had to hold them and touch them. They were both asleep. I watched them while they slept and I knew that I would do anything to protect them from this cruel evil world. If that meant going after the motherfuckers bold enough to try and kill CC, then so be it! They laid Shannon Monet across the duvet. Immaculately dressed from head to toe, her hair was laid across her face and she now appeared as if she was just sleeping. "So what did Texas Tea want us to do with her?" Both Asia and Machete shrugged their shoulders. Here we were now caught up in not only murder charges but kidnapping too. I knew that what I was doing was wrong but I felt that there was a bigger picture. I did alright with my career being an investment banker but my side hustle was explosives and now being a part of the Embassy would bring me money that would allow me to retire in a year's time. I'm only thirty one. Shannon Monet stirs. She doesn't wake up but we all know that it will only be a matter of time before she gets completely up. I went to the bar and poured myself a drink. Offered one to Asia and Machete Mychelle. Both accepted. I looked at the two beautiful women who stood near me and I realized that Courtney Coyle had to have impacted them in some kind of way. God she has to pull through! If for nobody else her piglet. I thought about my handsome little cousin and I couldn't imagine him motherless. I went back into the room that held Shannon Monet. We were eye to eye. "Where the hell am I?" I pulled my pistol and I aimed it at her her head. "Sleep well?" Monet had daunting piercing gray eyes and my cousin owned a pair just like them. I looked away but only for a second. Mychelle and Alicia were now standing in the doorway with me. Through clenched teeth, again Monet growled, "Where the fuck am I?" I smiled. "Either the place where you die or the place where you redeem yourself. You decide." I walked up to her. Rubbed the side of her face and then grabbed her by her chin, squeezed it until she bit her tongue. Her blood and saliva ran down my hand. Disgusted but I didn't flinch. I needed her to see my eyes. Piggy was my blood and when she decided to harm her she harmed me. "You're going to die, Monet. Now that could be in a few minutes, the end of today or years from now. Why'd you bomb my cousin's car?" She didn't say anything. Her eyes turned slate gray. Oh so she was gone be tough about it. I rared back and slapped her across her eye. My princess cut ring catching her eye. She didn't make a sound. Spit blood and DNA on the wood floor by my shoe. "Vous aurez a payer pour cette salope." Asia sucked her teeth. "I hate when her and CC do that. Speak English Bitch." I chuckled. Grabbed Monet by her chin again and said, "I'm already paying, Monet. But your debts are about to be settled for GOOD!" I let go of her chin. She laughed. "I didn't bomb Courtney's car. Too sloppy. Courtney is King of Houston. She has a million and one enemies now." I ignored her. But I noticed a look in Machete's eyes. "What's up Mychelle?" She was quiet for a second. "Melodious, I believe her. I don't believe she's responsible for this." A chill went over my body. "Ladies we need to talk and not around her." It was time for an emergency meeting. I dialed Drell to check on Piggy. I got no answer. Texas Tea called to say that she was on her way. So we would wait. I went outside to have a cigarette and there was Starsha Danielle outside. "So she's dead huh?" I flicked an ash and said, "Who you talking about?" "Piggy." I thought about how to answer this. "Yeah she's gone." "Michelle, she was in over her head and I can't tell you I'm sorry that she's gone. Somebody put a bomb in that Camaro of hers huh?" Now how in the hell would she know that. The police had been real careful about releasing information on Piggy's accident. The only reason we knew was because Drell called us. Luminal. If Starsha had assembled that bomb or even placed it there, there would still be remnants of trace chemical on her. Maybe Starsha Danielle wanted a drink. I didn't give her a choice. She turned her back to me and I stuck my .380 to her temple. Took her .45 from out her waistband holster and guided her into the house. Her car was still running and I could hear Anthony Hamilton's Dear Life playing from the stereo. "Machete and Asia, we got company."

Agitated Aggrivated Assaulting Asia: Death Bells

Shit, I can't believe I forgot about those neckbones on the stove. I know Angela gone too. That was gone be my dinner for tomorrow. I mean Chelle called me and told me what happened to C.C. I dropped everything. Shannon Monet was a bold motherfucker, I tell you that. That's ok. She was gone pay. I didn't hear a sound coming from the trunk so I'm assuming we had enough chloroform. I looked over at Mychelle. She was stoic. Didn't move and she barely said anything. I knew how close she and Piggy was. I mean is. I'm being positive. I just know that she gone make it through this. She has to. The Embassy has started and it is just what Houston needed. Still something kept telling me that Shannon Monet may not be totally behind this. Arnissha Lynn, the bitch I hated, now she was certainly capable of this. Calculating like no other. I merged back onto 288. I needed to stop by the house and check on those neckbones and make sure my house wasn't burnt down. It didn't matter whether or not Courtney survived or not. Whomever responsible for this was gone die. We needed to send a message that nobody that is a part of the Embassy could be effed with. I turned onto my street and my queendom was still intact. I left the car running. Didn't hear anything coming from the trunk. Good. She was still out. Got back behind the wheel of the car. We were going to take her to Piggy's safe house. The council woman would remain there until one of two things happened. Piggy woke up or-- I didn't even wanna say the alternative. I looked over at Chelle and it was if she was reading my mind. I pressed play on Pandora and I hear Jodeci crooning What about us? I instantly thought of her. CC love her some Jodeci. I know this may be selfish of me. You see the thing is, I don't have many friends. I think many use the word friend loosely anyway. But in that hospital bed laid my friend. We call her Htown Piggy and CC interchangebly. The raven beauty who kept Piggy grounded, and always told me the truth was my friend. Texas Tea is the name Piggy gave her. The woman after my own heart and who had been here for me I don't know countless of times was my more than my friend. Machete Mychelle was like another half of me. These women were extraordinary and no matter what you thought about our under dealings, we loved each other. One thing we all agreed on and that was if Shannon Monet had touched one blonde hair on Piggy's little head, it was about to be lights out for her. Once outside the safe house, Mychelle and I lit a blunt. Fogged my car out like we used to do back in the day. I checked my pistol it was loaded. Still my gut feeling told me that Shannon Monet couldn't lay claim to this one. Piggy had always said that Monet was dirty but she was loyal to her and that loyalty ran deep. I inhaled hydrobubonic smoke and visions of Arnissha Lynn and that crowning glory of hers flashed through my mind. You see this was right up her alley. Suddenly my phone rang. It was Melodious Michelle. "Hey Asia, y'all outside?" "Yeah we here. We got her in the trunk. We're probably gone need some help getting her out. You know this bitch ain't going." I then heard death bells ringing in my ear. I cocked my gun and looked at the trunk of my car. I tell you what. For Shannon Monet's sake those death bells better not had been for Courtney Danielle. Out of my peripheal, I saw her Bentley. It was creeping by slowly. It seemed like slow motion when I yelled to Mychelle, "Bitch get down!!!!" Thunderous gunfire. My hand burned but I was still able to fire. All of a sudden I was feeling cold. Everybody has consequences Alicia! Whether Piggy lived or died her ordeal was sure to leave some bodies. I knew now that I had to do whatever I needed to do to make sure mine was not one of them. Blast!

Ms. Shannon Monet Gets her Due or UNDUE?

The bartender poured me a stiff drink. I tossed a quarter into the shot glass and downed it. Pressed play on the jukebox and Gladys came on singing If I was Your Woman.  I loved Courtney. I did. I had watched her grow up. All bullshit to the side, she had grown into a powerhouse right before my eyes. Her mother and I were sorrority sisters but I only saw her mother in her physical appearance. I mean Courtney and Belinda were bookends. She was her daddy's child, even though she had decided to go into law enforcement. Her going through the academy was a mere formality. I had already arranged for her to be hired on the police force. I downed my second drink in one swallow. I hear about this, this Embassy she's started. If it wasn't for me she never would've had the driving force to do so. I sit back now like a proud mama. Gangsta bitch is what she was now. You see Officer Piggy what have you, Courtney Coyle had a fire and a darkness in her eyes that mirrored my own. Didn't fully believe that she could pull of killing my ex and taking over his business. She did and brought me evidence. There was a sad cloud over me though. You see eventually I would have to kill her. She knew too much about me. I mean she had information that could destroy me. I slipped up one day while we out to dinner and let loose that I had killed my niece. Initially I thought that she would maybe charge it up to me being drunk. Not Piggy. She started investigating it. Pulled the case file. Minute she did that, I got on Chad Blair's ass. It was something about Piggy that had men drawn to her. I mean she had even had Alvin Ray turn against me. When I found him it would be all over with. But Courtney would be more than a pain in my side. Still, I wasn't expecting to hear this. I got the call a couple of hours ago. One of my men had called and told me. I got to the hospital soon as I could. Her goons were all there including Meika B. I mean damn if it wasn't for me they would've never collaborated together. She looked me down with this icy stare and I believe that the only reason she didn't kill me was because police were everywhere. I got information on her condition and now here I am across the street at the Yellowstone Lounge. I needed to get away for a second. It dawned on me that Tameika thought I had something to do with this. She was wrong. I made idle threats towards Piggy but I couldn't really hurt her. Yeah I had sent goons after her and even directly threatened her but the truth is I respected her. I downed another drink. I'm tipsy now. Everything is a blur right now. Reggie the bartender is staring at me. Or least I think he is. I think I need to let my men know that I'm ready to go. Where's my purse? Ain't this some bullshit. Shit. My head spinning like crazy. "Monet, you need some help?" What the hell she doing here? I look around and I don't see Dexter. By the time I turned around to answer Alicia Brown, I could smell the chloroform. I was too drunk to struggle hard but I knew that it was Machete Mychelle who had grabbed me. Damn where the hell is my purse-- "Here Reggie, appreciate it. Now we need to get this bitch to Mychelle car without her goons seeing us." "No prob baby. We go out the back." Mychelle looked at me and she had a look of pure hatred. "Asia, we gone kill her but kill her slow." Monet had fucked up. I helped Mychelle put her in the trunk but I kept thinking about those neckbones I left cooking at the house.

Machete Mychelle Makes it Clear: What Lies Ahead?

So I'm laying Jay clothes out for school, and forcing Deedee to take her lil ass to bed when Meika B called me. "Chelle, Piggy's been hurt chick. They bombed her car!" I dropped the phone. Slowly it felt like air was being siphoned from my lungs. Courtney and I had been friends twenty or more years. We went through almost everything together. Our childrens' births, relationships that lasted and didn't last, career changes and so on. We had done dirt together too. We would fight and then make up and then fight again. No matter what though I knew she would love me forever and I would do the same for her. All I'm thinking is who the fuck would do something like this? Shit like this didn't happen in Houston. I knew that her and Shannon Monet had been going at it heavy but this was crazy even for her. The tone in Meika B's voice told me that whoever had did it would be in for it and I cosigned that. I needed to get to the hospital ASAP. My fifteen year old nephew was at my house. I knew he could watch Jay and Deedee for me no problem. So I got dressed in black jeans, black air max and a black tee. I ran my fingers through my short tresses and grabbed my purse. My machete still in its sleeve, I slung it over my shoulder. I never left home without it. I laugh as I think about how Courtney would refer to me as Machete Mychelle. Yeah Piggy you had to make it through this time. I just felt that she was doing great things with the start of the Embassy. She was always good like that. Here I am talking about was. No maam, my sister from another mister was going to be just fine. I hopped in my GTO. Turned on the radio and what was on? Major singing Love Won't Let me Wait. My mama and daddy's music no doubt. But I remember how me and Courtney would sit in that garage on 16406 Quailyn and play that wax like it was ours and only ours. Those were the days. See we hadn't always been heathens. Both our daddies were legends in their own right. Bricklayers. But hey we went in separate directions. Sort of anyway. Thing is, I would do what I had to to support my family and that's for damn sure. Courtney called me and told me that she had graduated the police academy, I nearly peed my pants. C.C. a cop? Couldn't picture it. Until the day I saw my friend in that turquoise blue shirt and black pants. I couldn't have been prouder. Yeah some may call her crooked now but shit ain't nobody perfect. We all got skeletons. One day I would teach mine to dance. I floated down 288. Realizing that I was doing eighty five. I said a prayer to myself. It just wasn't her time. My blood boiled as I thought about the steel gray eyes of Shannon Monet. You see this shit here was right up her alley. Piggy had told me all about her and what she had done to her niece. Her own flesh and blood. Didn't matter though, whoever was responsible for this would pay. Not only would the Embassy be after them, but I knew that Piggy would stop at nothing to get em. When I got to the floor she was on there were cops everywhere. I saw Tameika's red eyes and knew that it had to be bad. I swallowed hard and went in. I almost fell. One of the officers had to catch me. My beautiful friend. Her skin was black and blue. Eyes and face swollen beyond recognition. I knew it was her because I recognized her locks. The machine next to her bed barely read brain pattern and activity. As tears rolled down my face, I looked up to God and said a prayer. Help her. Make this all go away, God. I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. It was Mike Walker. He was the calm in all this mess. I felt better. I walked over to my buddy and I grabbed her hand. Warm. The heifer squeezed my hand. "Courtney, you get up bae! We got stuff to do!" I hadn't realized how loudly I had gotten. Blinded by tears, Mike Walker held me to console me. Truth is I couldn't deny what was ringing in my ears. Death bells. I was fighting against the fact that maybe those death bells were for Courtney Danielle Coyle, my very best friend. No God, I won't accept that! I-no we need her here. As she lay peacefully in the bed, I smiled because I saw my nephew's face. Most importantly Cobee, her piglet needed her.

Mike Walker Speaks a Mouthful

I had just put my daughter to bed when my nigga called me. Damn. I had told lil one several times to be careful. I didn't worry much about her. You see she was just like her daddy. The spitting image of her mama but pure mustang like her old man. I miss my nigga. Didn't know if I would ever see him again. We ran the streets together for years and now his baby girl had been crowned King of Houston.  I have to chuckle at that. They say somebody put a bomb in her car. I gotta get up to that hospital. Wonder if her mama knows. What about her baby? Wait a minute. Can't find my keys. I went into our bedroom to kiss my beautiful wife. Lisa had fallen asleep studying. I moved her textbook and notebook to the floor. Kissed her forehead. My family was the most important thing to me. Taking care of this woman and our children meant more to me than taking my next breath. I had made millions in the street. You know they still talk about Mike Walker. I had Harris, Fort Bend, Brazoria and Galveston county on lock. Then one day I grew tired. I walked clean away. I let the youngstas have it. Now don't get me wrong. I still do my dirt but not to that capacity. I know that God has a higher purpose for me. My life and family to me is valued more than any kind of car, house, money or any of that other bullshit out there. I didn't knock nobody else's hustle though. I respected it. Found my keys. I saw I had a missed call from Tameika Benford. She was another lil one that I saw had so much potential. I don't think she out there as bad as C.C. but I knew they ran together. You see word around town was that Courtney AKA Piggy had put together some of Houston's baddest women gangstas. I thought the shit was brilliant myself. Quiet as its kept, I've always believed that women made the better gangstas anyway. They're able to keep it together a little better than we are. I jumped in my '72 Continental. I love this car. Its black on black everything. When I got in and turned on the radio I heard Marco Spoon on the radio. Then the Isley Brothers Hello, It's Me. Yeah, good music. I lit my Djarum and back out of my driveway. I jumped on 288 and headed to Ben Taub. She had to be ok. Not just because she was my friend's kid but I knew that Houston's law enforcement and its underworld alike depended on her survival. I can't forget the darkness she carries in her eyes. To squares its scary but to those like us its a light at the end of a lonely tunnel. That darkness comes from years of doing what you have to do or not truly knowing the meaning of Regret. I figured it was a combination of both for Courtney Coyle. I bowed my head to pray once I pulled into the parking garage of the hospital. When I was done I looked up and saw Shannon Monet's car being parked. I waited. I saw her and two of her workers get out. This couldn't be good. I knew that C.C. probably had plenty of security. Wasn't concerned with that but dang what if Shannon Monet was responsible for this? I stepped off the hospital elevator and was blinded by six beautiful women. This was C.C.'s embassy. I recognized the raven beauty C.C. called Texas Tea. Tameika Benford was at the center of the group. Strong like black coffee and I'm sure she was as sweet as the sugar and creme you could add to it. I walked up to her. Took her hand and kissed it. I could see tear streaks on her beautiful face. "Mike, it's pretty bad." I turned to face Piggy's support system and I called for us to pray. Houston needed Piggy. It needed her father and me in our day. I knew this. In the end, she would leave a legacy. That legacy still had some building left to it. I bowed my head and said a prayer because I knew that in this hospital room laid one of the strongest women I knew. Her daddy, _______ has to be proud of that. "Texas Tea, don't you worry none about Piggy. It's up to you all to find who did this and punish. If you do not a message will be sent around Houston that Piggy can't handle herself. Rule with an Iron fist!"

Out of the Mouth of Tameika: TexasTea Spills

I can't believe this shit! Piggy in critical condition! Drell answered the phone and told me but I could barely understand him. His voice was shaking real bad. Good thing Jay was already at my mama's. I got in my car and raced to Ben Taub. Drell said that that was where they was taking her. Piggy was a psychopath. She was reckless. Mean tempered. Stubborn. Honest. Loyal. Genuine. I was also proud to call her my friend. I, Tameika Benford had no qualms about her faults but it was something about C.C. that made you want to love her. She had to pull through this. Besides that she was now King of Houston. My cell rung. It was Drell. "Hey, they rushing her in to make sure there ain't no severe brain damage. I listed you as immediate family so you'll be able to update her people." I could hear it in his voice. He really liked Piggy. I knew she had feelings for him also. I keep going back to the time we spent together the last couple of weeks. I had been warning that girl about her shoe habit. I mean its baad! She goes through withdrawals and her habit is expensive. I talking Madden, Choo, Louboutin, and Gucci. I switched Satellite radio stations. I heard an announcement for Courtney Got Something to Say. I had to admit that I had gotten hooked on it. It was pretty good. This Piggy character reminded me of someone I knew in real life. I laughed because C.C. thought it was bullshit. Trash writing she called it. She swore she had never read it. Anyway, I needed to let the rest of the Embassy know what was up. But not before I had some concrete information on what was up with her condition. Who would put a bomb in her car? I don't know. Courtney has had her fair share of enemies. Shannon Monet and Arnissha Lynn being at the top of the list. I knew that Starsha Danielle was out of jail and gunning for her. But planting a bomb was messy and drastic. I pulled into the parking garage. Even with all this going on I was soothed by Anthony Hamilton's Point of it All. It was playing on 102.1 I said a quick prayer for my friend. God, if You're listening, let her be ok. I know that neither of us is doing what we should be, but Courtney has a higher purpose here. We all know that none of us deserve Your mercy and grace. In these I ask, Amen. I loaded my .50 and stuck it in my Miu Miu bag and headed in to see Officer Piggy. Outside her room there were about fifteen cops. You know they always take care of their own. I knew that I wasn't getting in that room without hassle and my purse had a cannon in it that I never left home without. I called Drell. He stepped outside her room and nodded at one of the officers. I was let in with no problems. I walked in and my heart stopped. I barely recognized her. She was literally black and blue in her face. It was swollen and there was a bandage over her beautiful blonde locks. A single tear fell from my eye. There were tubes coming from everywhere. Drell said he would leave us alone. She was unconscious. I walked up beside her bed and held her hand. It was warm and I got a sense that she knew I was there. "Hey kiddo, you better wake your ass up." She squeezed my hand but she didn't wake up. I sat in the chair next to her. I decided that we would go about business as normal. At her bedside I laid out our plans for the takeover of Lynn Industries starting with her Happy Hair Butter. I had a conversation with my friend as if we were sitting somewhere having drinks. Lord knows I needed one too. I laid out all our cards. I mean what we had going for us as an organization and what was working against us. She squeezed my hand again. "Bae, I got you. We gone get whoever did this too. They'll get our justice." I kissed her forehead. I unwrapped the bandages from her head. Reached in my purse and pulled out some Mixed Chicks hair balm and rubbed it in her beautiful mane that she is so proud of. You see I know what loyalty is. What is it you ask? If Piggy died today, I'd talk to her and think of her as if she was still here. As I rubbed her locks, I thought of her vision and the demons she fights everyday. Well I tell you one thing: She would die. But no time soon. This time I squeezed her hand and a single tear fell from her eye. "Damn, Piggy, as if you don't get enough attention. We gone pull through this."

Piggy's Plight and Peril? WTF!!!!

With my gun still pointed at him, he continued to rant. "You killed my brother out there on 35 and left. Didn't stop to see if he was aite." I scoffed. Mind you now, there were about thirty other civillians in the restaurant who now knew I was a cop. I figured it best I not admit to anything. But this dude needed to be brought back to reality. "Nigga, your brother was tryna to kill me." By this time the other suspects had made their way to our table. There was about six guns raised. I looked at one of them and spoke to Drell. "How you doing, bae?" "I'm good. I'm here. I got you." I don't know why but at that time it was really important that I hear that. The ring leader cleared his throat. "This ain't just a shake down. Arnissha Lynn sends her regards." I knew it. This was her right here. Why would she be so tacky with it though? But then this was right up her alley. She felt like could be careless. I knew the cops would be on their way in a minute. The TSU student had done what I asked and called 9-1-1. She didn't have to speak to anyone because I knew the operator would hear the commotion and a frequency from her I-pad would send a GPS signal to let emergency response know where we were. Once this was over, I would talk to her. She had done good. "Now you got two options. You can die or you can put these guns down, surrender and let these innocent people finish enjoying their meals. Which one?" The leader laughed and looked to his squad. "Piggy, you a little overly confident, don't you think?" "I am. I know how this is going to end. Just thought I'd let you believe that you could have some kind of control over it." I stood in the booth chair and my normal 5'2 stature seemed larger than life. In the distance I could see the flashing red, blue and white lights. My brethren, no doubt on the way. "So what's it gone be? I know you hear 'em and you ain't going nowhere." He looked around as if weighing his options. I kept my weapon aimed and I looked around me. Besides the fear of the unknown, most of the patrons appeared fine. All at once there was another commotion and about six officers stormed the restaurant. The goon fired his rifle. It hit a man in the left corner of the restaurant. I immediately popped one into his shoulder forcing him to drop the gun and fall to the floor. Drell helped me down and I stood over him. He was wringing in pain. I hit a major artery in his shoulder. I could tell because there was a lot of blood all at once. One the officers yelled for me to drop my weapon. I did as I was told. "It's okay officers, I'm a cop." I slowly flashed my badge and the situation eased a little bit. The other suspects were apprehended. No foul or harm. An ambulance was called for the patron and the guilty. I quickly instructed Drell to put his gun up. I gave him my purse and he dumped it in there. I answered fifty questions a hundred different ways. Left my card and told any of the officers that they could call me with anything else. Me and Drell walked outside into the humid night air. "The adventures of Drell and Piggy, huh?" His question brought me out of my trance. I smiled. "How about you come back with me to my place. I'll fix us breakfast and we can wake up and watch cartoons together." He scratched his chin. "Yeah we can do that. You know I have to leave in two days." My heart sunk. I had completely fallen for this man. I had an idea. I called Tameika to see if we could have a get together. A dinner party at my house. She didn't answer. I texted her to call me back. "You coming or what?" He kissed my forehead. "I'm following you." I went back to my car and I noticed that the door was ajar. I love Chevrolet. This Camaro was so souped up that I knew if someone was in it or if it had been tampered with. I put my hand on the handle and the loudest explosion I had ever heard erupted. The force threw me back and I now I see everything is white. I see my daddy and I am now five years old. I'm taken back to simpler times. There is an ice cream truck coming down the street and my mother is on the front porch with my daddy while he drinks a beer. I don't feel my body. Fingers, toes, legs, my shoulders, or head. I literally hear Bobbly Blue Bland's Members only. I'm sleepy. I gotta go. I'm tired. I need-.....

Piggy's Passion, Plans, and Pancakes: Grand Slams and Drell

I kissed Mattie Mae and Cobee both and I was off. I repeatedly called Drell back but got no answer. I knew about what apartment complex he was staying in but I didn't have the exact number. I put the complex into my GPS system and I was on my way. There was so many things going through my mind. I called again. His phone went straight to his voice mail. I wanted to throw my blackberry out of the window, I was so frustrated. Then my phone rang back. It was him. In a panic I answered the phone. "Bae, are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm good. I was just about to call you when I saw I had all these missed calls from you." I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Boy I was on my way over there to light it up!" I heard him chuckle. "Drell, I called you and I heard gunfire. The phone hung up and then I didn't get no answer." He then started laughing harder. "Courtney, I'm watching Belly and the surround sound is up loud. My neighbor just came over to ask me to turn it down." I slowed down and pulled into a gas station parking lot. I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Ok, so I had to really admit that I had feelings for this man. "Drell I thought you was in some serious trouble." "No, Courtney. I'm fine. Where you at?" I pushed my blonde locks from out of my face. I twisted them into a bun at the nape of my neck. "I'm off 288." "Meet me at Denny's. There's one off   Southmore and 288." His voice sends shivers down my spine. When I was around him I felt sixteen again. "Ok bae, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." We hung up. I realized that I wasn't exactly dressed to go out but then I remembered that Drell was the guy that I felt like I could truly call him my lover and friend. It was at that moment I thought about Ivory Albro. The debauchery aside, there was something about Albro that intrigued me until the day I killed him. I took his crown and then his appeal dwindled a bit. My phone rings. The caller ID says unknown. Imma chill. I put lip gloss on my lips. I had on sweats and house shoes. No make up. Phone rings again. Its Monet. "Piggy, I hope you know what you're doing." I could hear the ice clinking in her glass. "How are you Shannon Monet?" Silence. I could hear Calvin Richardson crooning Falling Out on my Pandora Radio. "You still there?" "I'm here, Courtney." "Good, listen up. This thing between you and me has come to a head. Know that you will pay for all of your sins and I will be the judge, trial and sentencing. You go to my son's school and pull that?" I heard her chuckle and that fueled the fire that was in me. "Courtney, I do not have time for your tantrum. Drell. How do you know him?" Oh ok. This was what she really wanted. "Drell and I go way back to grade school, Monet. Why do you ask?" She didn't say anything. I knew that could mean many things with her. "You oughta watch the company you keep, Courtney. Haven't I taught you that?" I smirked. I saw Drell's Cutlass pull into the parking lot. He didn't see me. He parked on the opposite end of the lot. I then saw Arnissha Lynn's Bentley. Just my luck. I needed to meet with her indefinitely. I cut Shannon off. Told her I would call her back. I reached for my door handle to get out but I noticed that Big Lynn's Bentley was parked next to Drell's car. He got out and so did Big Lynn and two of her goons. Drell lit a black and mild. They were talking. I dialecd Drell. He looked at his phone and then sent me to voicemail. I called him right back. He answered after three rings. "What's up bae?" "Nothing, I'm on my way. Where you at?" I saw him look around. "I'm just pulling into Denny's. Where you at?" "I'm coming dine 288. Be there in a second." I hung up. Arnissha Lynn and Drell continued their conversation. It looked heated. One of Lynn's goons pointed a pistol at Drell. They got back in her car and left. They drove right past me and she and I locked eyes. She of course quickly looked away. Yeah bitch we gone have our day. Soon. I watched Drell walk into the restaurant. I checked my .40 and it was loaded. I went into Denny's. Drell spotted me the moment I walked in. The smile on his face made my heart skip a beat. He looked like he was genuinely happy to see me. He walked up to me, bent down a little and kissed me squarely on the lips. "Come on baby, let's eat." I took his hand and at that moment I knew that I would probably follow him anywhere. We were seated. Waitress comes and takes our drink order. He sat across from me. I pouted. "Dang, why you sittin over there? You don't want to sit next to me?" He smiled and then moved next to me in the booth. His scent was intoxicating to me. I pulled his chin down and kissed him again, my tongue tickling the inside of his mouth. He moaned. "Damn." I giggled. It had been a long time since I had felt like I had a man who had no ulterior motives. I knew that I didn't know everything about Drell but I knew that I was comfortable with him. I needed him to see the best and worst in me. I ordered a grand slam with eggs over easy. Drell ordered the same but with scrambled eggs. I held his hand. I watched him. He was so handsome. I love his facial structure. I could kiss him all day. I wanted to wrap myself up in him. "Bae, I got something I need to tell you." I saw his jaw tense up. Uh oh. Here we go. I had already saw him talking to Big Lynn. I figured I'd investigate that later on. "Right before you got here, Arnissha Lynn came up to me. She started asking me all kinds of questions about you and Shannon Monet." My ears perked up. So that's what that was about. He was being honest about it. He didn't have to say anything about it. "What did she want to know?" The waitress brought a tall carafe of orange juice to the table. I poured a glass. Drell took it from me and took a long sip. I was in a daze watching him. "She just wanted to know what you and Shannon had against her. Said she had heard you was plotting something." I didn't know how to digest this. How had she known? Then again, Big Lynn was the natural choice. With Albro out of the way and me being King, there was no one to go after except Lynn or Monet. I was going to destroy them both. I knew that Big Lynn would be the easier fish to fry first. I needed more than corn meal and grease to fry her nonetheless. We sat and talked while waiting for our food. Suddenly there was a commotion at the door. "Everybody get the fuck down!" Four men in black and ski masks were holding the Denny's up. I looked at my other half and he made me proud. He stared into my eyes and I knew we were on the same page. I slide my .40 outta my bag. These four unlucky bastards had stumbled into an eatery with a kingpin cop who wasn't having it. Later I would revel in the irony. Behind me was a girl with Texas Southern gear on. She had her I-pad out reading Courtney Got Something to Say. What is is with this blog that garnered so much attention around here. I hadn't really read it myself but I hear it was good. Anyway, the girl also had her laptop. I knew they were headed straight this way. One of the guys started ordering the patrons to empty their belongings into a hefty trash bag. The other three were ordering the manager to empty the registers. One of the guys stood out to me. It was not because I could see or recognize his face but it was his stance. He was holding a .22 rifle. I took that out of his hand and replaced it with an AK. This was one of the motherfuckers who had followed me and shot at me after I left my mother's that day. I'm sure I had killed the other one. He had his gun on me and Drell and as he passed by me I got a whiff of it. It was Happy Hair Butter. His hair wasn't completely covered and he had some of the most beautiful dreads I had ever seen. Arnissha Lynn was behind this. I squeezed Drell's hand under the table. I slapped my badge onto the table and cocked my gun. "Houston Police! Drop the fuckin' gun! Now!" Drell stood up beside me with his .45. The goon looked up at me. "She said you was in here. You killed my brother bitch." I smiled. "Well looks like gettin killed is about to run in your family." If I die tonite was all I was thinking.

High Strung Piggy from Htown Heralds Respect: Don't ever forget that!

Drell wrapped his hands around my waist and I could feel his warm breath and moist tongue on my breasts. Even his hair smelled good. Sitting in his lap with the Manolo Blahniks of every chick's dream on my feet, you couldn't tell me nothing. My body convulsed. I had just orgasm and he had barely touched me. I think to myself that I have may have found my Methadone. Drell in healthy doses may finally break my shoe habit. Maybe. I ran my hands through his braids and I heard him whisper, “Courtney, I think you’re addictive.” I smiled at him. I was thinking the same thing about him. I felt him harden underneath me. Mavis Staples serenaded us with Let's do it again. It was playing on the small radio. As if on cue my cell rang. Normally I probably would’ve ignored it but something told me I needed to answer it. “Courtney.” “Ms. Coyle, this is Ms. Stephenson. Courtney’s teacher. I was calling because it’s important that you come down here. Something has happened today and I think that you need to be aware of it.” My heart started beating a mile a minute. “What’s wrong? Is Cobee ok?” “Yes, Ms. Coyle. He’s fine. We had a little incident and we don’t want to discuss it over the phone. When can we see you?” I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and it read 11:15. Drell walked up and rubbed my neck and shoulders. I moaned as I could feel tension melt away from me. Obviously this was really important. I told the lady I'd be there in a hour. I wondered had she called Brian first. "What's wrong bae?" His hands were still rubbing my skin and it was warm and relaxing to the touch. "I gotta go to Cobee's school. She won't talk to me over the phone so its probably some bull." He kissed my shoulder. "Courtney, don't think like that. Go ahead and see about him. Call me when you finished. I got some business I need to handle." Still fresh on my mind was the hit on him that I intercepted. "Drell, be careful. It was Monet who had Mike Walker after you. Until I can get this straightened out, be careful because she will not stop." He smiled and kissed my forehead and then down to my lips. When we kissed it was like something electric passed through me. He left. I quickly got dressed in a clean white Tshirt, black jeans and a pair of clear jelly flip flops. I put on more lip gloss and headed to my child's school. When I got there, Cobee was sitting in the office having cookies and juice. He ran up to me and right into my arms. I knew then he wasn't in trouble. I kissed his face. "What's wrong, Cobee? Why your teacher called me?" His eyes got big and he said, "Mommy, Aunt Shannon tried to take me from school today. I knew that she wasn't supposed to and my teacher say she not on the list to get me." The minute he said that all the nerves I had left, I could literally hear snapping. Shannon Monet was taking shit too far now. "Courtney, you mean Shannon Monet came to your school?" His teacher chimed in. "Ms. Coyle, Councilwoman Monet was adamant about picking him up. I calmly tried to explain that you or his father had not listed her on his emergency contact card, therefore we could not release Courtney to her." She only blinked once. I exhaled. Took short breaths in and out of my nose. This cunt was unbelievable. She would stoop so low as to try and kidnap my child? Well now I heard her loud and clear dammit. She had REALLY crossed the line this time. I mean to think that she would have the audacity-hmmn cute shoes. This parent that just walked in has on violet satin pumps with a bow at the toe. I'm thinking they're probably Steve Madden. Dammit, Courtney Danielle Coyle. Focus! See how quickly my mind can turn when it comes to shoes? Shannon Monet was going to pay. Since she didn't have any children really to speak of, I knew where to hit her. Yeah the only baby she really had was Shannon's Plate. That expensive soul food fusion restaurant of hers. Yeah it was like an epiphany. I would hit Shannon Monet where it really hurt. She was a beautiful creature to look at on the outside but her character and the person she truly was made it hard for me to look at her. Not to say that I am any better than she. I pulled my cell out and sent Drell a text that read I'm thinking about you....Maybe about five seconds later he responded, I'm thinking about you. Are you ok? I told him I would call him in a few. The parent with the violet pumps kept strutting her stuff back and forth through the office. I had to know where she got them. "Girl those are some bad pumps." She smiled and looked down at them. "Thank you. I've been getting compliments on them all day." "I know you have. Where you get them if you don't mind me asking?" "Girl, I got a shoe guy. His name is Brock. Girl, he can get you anything you want." "Can I get a number for him?" She dug around in a Dior bag that I would've killed for. "Nice bag too, chick." "Oh this came from Brock too." She handed me a business card. Brock's picture was on it. Very attractive black man. I loved his slogan. It read, "If I ain't got it, you don't need it!" I would definitely give him a call. Cobee and I left and while in the car headed to McDonald's, we had a much needed mother son talk. I pulled through the drive thru and ordered his usual meal of chicken nuggets, fries and orange Hi-C. "Cobee, we need to talk." With a mouth full of food he mumbled ok. "Mommy and Aunt Shannon have been going through some things. We have been fighting back and forth. But I need you to know that mommy loves you and this has nothing to do with you." I checked on him in the rearview. He nodded his head as he listened. "Mommy do things that may not be the best but I want you to know that I love you and will ALWAYS do what's right by you." "I know that mommy." I felt better now that I had got that off my chest to him. We ran around town doing stuff I knew he would enjoy. The Children's Museum. Chuck E. Cheese. Toysrus. It was after nine when we headed home. Pulled up in my driveway. By the time we got home, Cobee was sound asleep in the backseat. I picked him up and took him into the house. Peeled his clothes off. Wiped him down and got him in bed. Before I walked out of his room, I looked back at him. I would do anything for this child who I knew would one day be a man. Now on to bigger issues. You see Shannon Monet was a thorn in my side but even still Arnissha Lynn had to be dealt with first. I poured myself a glass of wine and I called Texas Tea. She was still up frosting cupcakes for her son's class. The things we do for our children right? "Piggy, we got to put in some work with Big Lynn. You know that bitch ain't going easy." "I know that but neither are we. We gone have to corner her. I know for a fact what she been up to so her business will be ours and like Ivory Albro we won't give her a choice." Tameika chuckled. "Damn, Courtney you a cold ass bitch on em. I'm with it. Just let me know. Jay!!! Your ass better get in that bed! Hey girl, let me call you back. This lil boy done lost his mind." I laughed and let her go. I sat there with my wine and thought about things. Life was definitely a conundrum. I then realized that it had been hours since I talked to him. He made me giggle. I sat in my living room staring down at my pink painted toes with a lock of my blonde hair around my fingers. He answered on the first ring. I bit my bottom lip and then heard automatic gunfire! "Drell! Drell!" No answer. I jumped up and redialed his cell. No answer. I said a quick prayer. God, I know I have been wrong. I know this. But I need Drell like the crops need rain. Let him be okay. I sat back down with the phone in my lap praying for a miracle. I was always high strung Piggy. I could do this. Wait on him to call me back. But then who the hell was I fooling. I pushed a clip into my .45 as I spoke with Mattie Mae about watching my piglet for me. I was always a hard headed child.

Manolo Blahniks are a Girl's Best Friend!

I watched four men emerge with weapons. One in particular stood out to me. Mike Walker. I knew his stature. The puzzling thing is, why would he be after me? I called out to him. “Mike, what’s up with this?” He put his hand over his eyes to shade them from the sun. “Piggy?” Drell nudged me. “You know these motherfuckers?”  “I know him.” I heard Mike Walker tell the goons behind him to stand down. Mike Walker dropped his weapon. I gave mine to Drell. Mike Walker and I started walking towards each other. It was unusually hot this morning, even for Houston, Texas. I heard Drell ask me if I was ok. I kept walking towards one of the most serene men I knew walking the earth. Obviously Mike Walker was here to do dirt but even in all black and the .50 he had in his hand, there was something so spiritual about him. He took my hand and kissed it. “What you doing here, Mike Walker?” “I’m on a hit, you know that. What you doing here?” Hmm. Interesting. So he wasn’t after me. Then who? “You on a hit for who?” I knew that Mike Walker sometimes subcontracted his services for different made niggas. Wonder who his client was today? “I’m doing a hit for Monet. Came through this morning around 6 a.m.” He pulled an envelope from his back pocket. Inside of it was a picture of Milton Spivey, his car and distinguishing characteristics about him. “Mike Walker, why does Monet want Drell dead?” I turned to look at Drell unsure of how to read him. “Lil one, I don’t know all of the details. She just said that he was no longer needed. You know in our world that that is explanation enough. Why are you with him?” Why all of a sudden, Monet puts a hit out on Drell? I mean she had just saw us together this morning. Ohhh ok. That’s why. I had marked him. Well, she couldn’t have this one. “Mike Walker, I’m about to ask you to do something that’s unthinkable.” “I’m listening, Courtney.” I turned to look towards Drell who was posted up. Arms folded across his chest. “I need you to fall back. Let this one go. She ask, tell her you lost him.” Mike Walker and I were staring into each other’s eyes. The same darkness. I saw in his and he saw in mine. Looking at me, he called back to his men, "Hey, we let this go. We gotta other stuff to take care of." He moved closer to me. "I hope he's worth it but more importantly I hope you know what you're doing." I nodded. Mike Walker got back into his vehicle. "What the fuck was that about, Courtney?" I didn't say anything. He wrapped his arms around me. I took in his scent and my thoughts were now clouded. I wanted this to be so bad. I did. Like I could see us seriously dating, getting married and being together. We had just reconnected from years ago and I was already planning to spend the rest of my life with him. I had to slow down. I could feel my veins pulsating. I needed a fix and I needed it fast. "Courtney, what's wrong with you?" Now he would see a side of me only a few have. "Help me to the car, Drell. We gotta get back to either the hotel or take me to Baker's shoe store." He seemed confused at first and then he thought about it. "Let's go back to your hotel. You don't look too good." We headed back to the DoubleTree. On the radio playing was Just Friends by Musiq Soulchild. I smiled because it took me back to simpler times. Drell turned it up and I thought about how maybe things would have been different had Milton and Courtney been MORE than just friends back in the day. I shook my head to clear the thought from my mind. I tried to live in the now. Text message on my phone alerted me that Symone was okay with her travel arrangements. Well so far things seemed to be going okay. "So are you going to tell me what that was all about back there?" His voice brought me back. I lick my lips and looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road but I saw him shift in his seat. We got back to the Double Tree and the satin Manolo Blahnick black mules that I had ordered were waiting for me on the king sized bed. "Nice room." I sat my purse on the counter and when I saw the box I started to shake. I knew that Milton was probably freaked out. "Look, if you want you can go. I know you may not want to see this." He sat down in the recliner. I stripped down to my bra and panties. I slipped my foot into the right shoe and I was transformed. I was no longer a rogue, Houston cop. I wasn't a King or Queenpin. I was more than just a beautiful woman with insecurities. Naw. I was HER. I was sitting on top of the world. I took the left shoe and placed it sole down onto my throbbing vein. I could smell blood. Seated on the bed in front of the mirror, I saw that my nose was starting to bleed. Blahniks always caused my body to react like this. I had completely forgotten that Milton Spivey was in the room. I wiped the blood away and wiggled my toes into the silk material of this finely crafted shoe. I saw colors in shades and hues of reds, purples and pink. I was high as shit. I then put the other shoe on my foot and unclasped my lace bra. My addiction was heightening. You see these Blahnicks were three thousand dollars. I was still trying to hide the money that we had collected at Albro's. I would do it. I figured that after all I had accomplished I deserved a recreational hit. Sadly though I was beginning to see that it was more than that. I got up and sashayed over to Drell. Straddled him in the recliner. "Still feel the same about me now?" He didn't say anything. We kissed and I felt rolls of pleasure down my spine. This Mississippi boy had knocked me off kilter and I was okay with it.

Courtney's Ride in the Cutlass

I told him everything. About my addiction to fabulous shoes. I told him about my work with the Houston Police Department Narcotics Division. I told him about Shannon Monet and how we had been beefing. I went into it fully about what I did to Ivory Albro. I told him about my plans for the shoe and dope industry of Houston. I told him about Arnissha Lynn. Lastly I told him about how I missed my daddy. I told him everything and there was something in the pit of my stomach. I was waiting on him to put me out his car, to tell me where to go, hell I knew he would now have nothing else to do with me. Strangely, he didn't do any of that. "Courtney, I know that was hard for you to do. I figure either you told me all of that because you really trust me or because you're planning to kill me right now." I looked up at him and he had the biggest grin on his face. I laughed. "No, I'm not planning to kill you, Milton Spivey. I don't know. It's just something about you that make me want to be honest about EVERYTHING." He sat next to me just smiling. "What you grinning about so?" "I can't believe that I am sitting next to the grown Courtney Coyle." I rolled my eyes. "I'm sitting next to the grown Milton Spivey. Tell me you don't want to run in the opposite direction." He shook his head. "Courtney, you're grown and you got it. You may not feel like you got it together but you do. I'm not a square. Seemingly you would run a square off but that ain't me." Savannah Jackson or Whitney Houston, I exhaled. I believe that was the sexiest thing I had ever heard a man say to me. I leaned back and looked at the backseat of his Cutlass. I bit my lip and then looked at him. I didn't know what would ultimately happen between Drell and I but it would be epic. I kissed him soft and slow. I then climbed in the back seat of his car. He shuffled tracks on the radio until he came to Zro's I Can't Leave Drank Alone. I love this shit is what I'm thinking. I watched him watch me in the rearview mirror. I spread my legs and rubbed between my legs. I still had my jeans on mind you but it was the visual effect of it all. The windows were tinted so I took my air max off and unbuttoned my jeans. "Pretty panties, Piggy." I smiled. I kneeled on the back seat and faced the back window. Let him get a view of my ass in black lace boyshorts. He bit my left ass cheek. He then got out of the front seat and into the back. He pushed the front seats forward. Now we had enough room. He undid my ponytail. "Your hair smells good, bae." He pulled my blonde locks on top of my head and kissed my neck. He raised my shirt up over my black lace bra. I moaned. This was kind of fast for me normally. But this was long overdue. My body needed this. We kissed for what seemed like hours and I couldn't get outta of my jeans fast enough. In my bra, panties and socks I gave Drell the best blow job ever. He grew inside of my mouth and I smeared my lip gloss all over it. "Courtney, you the bomb." I giggled. I took the condom from him and before I put it on I massaged it over and over. He pulled my hair hard and bit my cheek. Kissed my lips again. I rolled the condom down onto his beautiful manhood. No baggy Magnum here. Can we say Yaay.com? I faced the windshield and rode him while he rubbed my back. He would squeeze my ass and I would buck harder. Obviously this wasn't my first rodeo. Milton Spivey was sending my body into maximum overload. It was good. I rode him and guided his hands across my breasts. He fingered the jewelry that was in my clit and I exploded from the inside out. We came simultaneously. I lay back and I could hear and feel his heart beating. Sweat drenched both of us. I turned to face him. Feeling the sticky mess we had just made. "You have the prettiest eyes, with your fat ass." I laughed. "So you compliment me and then insult me." I shake my head. "Shut up, I don't want nobody else calling you fat." I smiled. "Nobody else does." I went into my Gucci dump and pulled some scented wet naps. I wiped us both down. "Damn, where you been? You all attentive to a nigga." "Where we going next?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Show me around Houston, red." He helped me dress. I pulled my locks back into a ponytail. Reapplied some lip gloss. "Alright bae, let's hit the Museum District." He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Held it as we backed out of the parking lot and onto the highway. My cell rings. It's Tameika. "What's up chick?" "Nothing, Texas Tea, getting chocolate wasted." "Oh yeah. We ain't all able." I looked at Drell. This was crazy. I was really feeling him. "So what's on the agenda, Piggy." "Lynn. We got to get her. I'm calling her today to see if we can meet up. She gone get down or lay down." Milton smirked. "Gangsta bitch." "Alright, let me know what happens. I'm off today. Gotta make treat bags for my baby's class." "I feel you girl. Next week, it'll be my time to be room mama. Look let me hit you back Texas Tea, got another call coming in." I clicked over. "This Coyle." "Coyle, we going out tonight. You need to be available." I groaned. Yeah, I was still employed and had duties. "Alright, where we going tonite?" "Small task. We hitting Briar Gate." Mo City, lawd here we go. "Ok, what time we going?" "Probably around midnight." I hung up. I stuck my lip out. "What's wrong with you?" "Bae, I gotta go to work." "Well take your fat ass to work then." He laughed. "You not funny."
"I ain't going nowhere bae, do your thing." Cool. We rode and listened to the radio. Coming up under 45 South I got a real good look at him. He was tailing us. Drell saw him too. I pulled my .45. "Yeah he got behind us when we left the restaurant." "Its a lot of people wish I was dead." "Me too, bae." Drell turned down Scott and so did the Tahoe. I figured we could go on to the museum and ignore this muthafucker or corner him and get him before he get us. I decided to do what's right. I looked to Drell. "Baby, make a left on this street. Its a dead end." I took my gun off safety and Drell followed suit. "Can you shoot, Courtney?" I didn't even respond to that. When I heard the first shot, I let the window down and blasted. "Drell, we gone count bodies." He kissed me and fired his Beretta. Wasn't no turning back now. God, he was so fucking hot. And in the middle of it all, Piggy was having that itch. I would definitely need to get high after this.

Somebody Rings Piggy's DRELL

My dreams go back to the Mississippi Delta and my adolescence. Those were the days of the Leflore County Tigers. Temple Specials. Faygo soda. NYSP. Milton Spivey and my fifth grade year in Ms. Magee’s class. Back to the days where I was innocent. I think I was in love with Milton Spivey the first time I laid eyes on him. Then he opened his mouth. The class clown. He poked fun of me and everyone else too. But still I looked forward to going to school every day just to get a glimpse of him. Here we are fifteen-twenty years later. On cue at about six thirty a.m. he calls. “Wanted to know what you sound like in the morning.” I sit up in the hotel bed and laugh. “So what I sound like?” He was quiet for a second. “Good, make me wonder what you sound like when you whispering nasty things.” We both giggled at that. I thanked him for waking me up. Told him where I was and that I would meet him down in the hotel lobby. I had bought a change of clothes with me but I wanted to keep it simple. He had seen me jazzy. Now he would see me comfortable. I put on a pair of tight Levi’s, a t-shirt and a pair of Nike Airmax. I put my blonde locks in a ponytail. Washed my face really good. Brushed my teeth and put on clear lip gloss. I touched my Mattie Mae’s cross and threw on the DSW pendant. Diamond stud earrings. I was ready. My cell rings. It's Drell letting me know that he was downstairs in the hotel lobby. I grabbed my Gucci dump with my .45 at the bottom. Nothing against Drell. He was a d boy so I'm sure he would be strapped too. It was just that I was now a marked woman. Couldn't be too careful. Drell was in the lobby dressed in some jeans and a black Tshirt. Black airmax. No jewelry but he smelled great. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. He seemed taken aback by that. "Damn, I guess that was some conversation last night." I licked my lips. "I guess it was." He grabbed me by the hand and escorted me outside. Drell was in a Cutlass. Black. I love it. I got in and thought about being his hood ornament. There was something between him and me. It was strong and I couldn't fully explain it. I gave him the directions to Frank's. Frank's was the best breakfast spot in Houston. It was small and to some raggedy but they made the best pork chops and eggs in town. I turned to face him while he drove and I studied him. There was this deep insatiable feeling that I was having to want to jump him. His skin, beard, hair, the way he steered his car with one hand and held a Black and Mild cigar in the other. He looked at me watching him. "Courtney Coyle, why you watching me like that?" Hmmn. "Maybe I like what I see." "There you go, gasing me up. I like to ride on empty ok?" I laughed. How country was that? I bat my eyelashes at him. "Yeah so that's how your fat ass got these Texas niggas wrapped around your finger huh? Batting them pretty eyes." I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Who does that? Did you just call me fat?" He smiled. "Haven't I always called you that? I mean since we kids. What make you so special now?" I just looked at him. He had just called me fat and I was feeling some kind of way about it. "You know what make me special now." He shook his head. "Who would've thought that I would run into Courtney Coyle." We got on 610 and took it to Telephone Road. Frank's was packed as usual but they always made space for Houston cops. Drell opened the door and I walked in. Harriet had been working at Frank's since it was first put there. "Piggy! How ya doin? Ain't seen you in a minute." I smiled. "It ain't been that long, Harriet. I bought my friend in here so he can have a real breakfast." "Well you know you brought him to the right place then girl." She seated us in the back. I mean we were literally sitting under the air conditioning unit. Drell looked around. "So you mean to tell me they got good food here?" "They really do. I know its tiny but don't let that fool you. And why you sittin across from me?" I was half teasing but his scent was intoxicating and I wanted to be up under him. He got up and scooted right next to me in the booth. "You wanted me to sit by you all you had to do was ask." God help me. He continued to stare into my eyes. Again that was rare. I carried a darkness in my eyes that made many shy away. Mike Walker didn't. Tameika Benford didn't and now Drell didn't either. "Courtney, you not about to turn me into no square, ok?" I giggled. "Now what do you mean by that?" I licked my lips. He took a sip of water. Laughed. "It's that shit right there." Waitress comes and takes my order. Pork chops, eggs over easy, cheese grits and wheat toast. He ordered the same except with scrambled eggs. We continued to talk and then TK Soul's Ring my Bell is played on the Jukebox. "Aww shit, what y'all know about TK Soul down here?" I rolled my eyes. "We listen to blues dine here too." He put his arm up on the back of the booth. "Sooo, you dine here and single. Why?" "I'm a cop and niggas dine here are not into that, bae." He shook his head. "You see I don't get that. You what a nigga really need. I'm still tryna figure out how you became a law. Smart as you was. Still is. Why a cop?" "Just something I've always wanted to do. I think people just expected me to be a teacher or an engineer but I've always wanted to go into law enforcement." He moved a strand of hair from my eye and his touch brought waves of tingles across my body. This was crazy. We sat there in the restaurant staring at each other like it was just me and him. The waitress brought our food back. "Sooo when you going back to Itta Bena?" "In a day or two. I don't want to but you know Mehki still there. Gotta get back to him." I understood that. I think a part of me was already sad that he was leaving. "Well, why don't we spend the day together. Show you around the H." He sprinkled salt and pepper on his grits and fed a forkful of them to me. Best thing I'd ever tasted. "We can do that, Courtney Coyle." I was grinning on the inside like a little girl. "I mean, you don't have to feel like you're obligated to because I ask... He dismissed the thought. "It's cool. I want to." We had breakfast and we continued to talk about everything. He was telling me about life on the road and his side business. He really wanted to leave Mississippi for good. No opportunities there. Standing by his car outside of Frank's, I asked him what he wanted to do now. He guided me by my hips and bent down and kissed me. Drell's kisses made the world stop. It was surreal. I could hear myself moan. "That's what I've been wanting to do." "Naw now Drell, don't be gassing me up. I like riding on empty too." Out of my peripheal I saw Shannon Monet and her entourage pull up. Guess everyone was having breakfast this morning. Drell spotted her as well. "Bae, I got somebody you need to meet." When Monet spotted me, she opened her jacket so that I could see her .9. I pulled that .45 out of my purse. Nine times five equaled 45. Drell stopped in his tracks. "Hey what the hell was that about?" So I'm here now weighing my options. It is a strong possibility that I have fallen in love overnight. Something about Drell made me want to change things. I wanted to be here for him. I knew no matter what, I wanted him to make love to me. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to be his Bottom. Bottom Bitch that is. I considered having his last name as my own. I was now at a crossroad. I could begin whatever type of relationship with Drell and leave out many pertinent details about my life or I could lay out all my cards on the table and risk him not wanting anything to do with me. Think Courtney. What are you going to do? I want this man. Did I want him more than the city of Houston? Think. Make a decision. I let my heart do the thinking. "Drell, let's go. We need to talk." His eyes told me he already knew as they were fixated on the pendant around my neck. "Do you trust me, Drell?" "Normally, Courtney, no. But something in my gut tell me I can. I need you to do the same for me." I shook his hand and we got in the car. Left the restaurant. We all love and lose but maybe things would be different. In just a day in a half, I knew that if nothing else I wanted to EXIST in Milton Spivey's world. So I opened up. Disrobed and put everything out in the open, Johnnie Taylor.