All Money Good Money Piggy

Its hot as hell outside. I pulled my blonde locks off my shoulder into a bun. This Texas heat is something else. I went and saw Big Lynn today. Dropped her off some things and made it clear that that ass is now mine. She understood loud and clear. Lately though, I'm feeling lonely. Long to be in a man's arms. He play in my locks. Feeling like I need some affection. Mind blowing sex would be great too but I want some male company. Still taking over the city is still top priority. Damned if I do damned if I don't. Let me call and see what he up to. "Piggy, what's up yo?" I hear him laughing. I smile. This nigga was ignorant but I dug it. "Reggie B, what you up to?" "Nothing much." I hear him exhale and I image hydrobubonic smoke coming out his nose. Nice lips. Meticulousy shaved goatee. Close cut. Damn--focus. "Won't you meet me somewhere. I need to put my eyes on you." "I hear you. Knowing you that wasn't no invitation. More like a demand." "Naw not even. But you need to get at me." "Where at Piggy?" "The only nice restaurant me and you eat at." "Waffle House." I hung up. Nothing else needed to be said. He text me back and said 30 mins. I text back and said 28 mins. The sun was now down and it was still humid. I was dressed in black. Black Tee. Black Levis straight leg. Donna Karen vamped pumps. I was about to meet Reggie B. I traded my pumps for black Air Force Ones. Clear lip gloss. My glock. I get in the car and I be damned. It's another damn advertisement for that fuckin blog. Uh what is it? Yeah Courtney Got Something to Say!! I wish I knew who the hell this Courtney was. Trash writing what I called it. Tameika stayed reading it and was always tryna get me to. She say the main chick in the story reminded her of me. Whatever! I had better things to do with my time. I smile when I see his car. I told him once before he needed a driver. He nearly cussed me out. He prefer to do his dealings without an entourage. Reggie said he didn't need no codefendants. I had to respect that. I got a corner table in the Waffle House. I knew he would sit next to me in the booth because neither one of us sat with our backs to the door. That was a complete no no. When I saw him I smiled. White tee. Jeans. Clean white air forces. Chain heavy as me. We embraced and I sit down and scoot over so he can sit down. "Good girls wear white. Um glad you got on the proper attire." I laughed. All black. That's how I liked to move sometimes. I ordered my usual. The All Star breakfast. "So how you been Piggy? You look good. Luckily I ain't no square ass nigga else I'll be all beside myself." I shake my head. "Who says shit like that, Reggie?" "Me. Call that waitress back over here. I want some coffee." Rough around the edges like me. He said exactly what was on his mind and I dug that. "Reggie B, you love me?" "I can't stand you most times but I love you cuz you love me." "You better know that shit. All money good money, right?" His ears perk up. I got his full attention. "I need you bae. Albro Industries is mine. But I can't do this by myself. The Embassy need the Million Dollar MAN like Houston do." You see the thing is Houston is a city of roughly two million people. Albro Industries consisted of shoe warehouses, daycares, car washes, real estate, dope, and barber shops and hair salons. Reggie took care of his business in a way that rivaled most corporations in Corporate America. What I couldn't do for my businesses, Reggie could get it right. I liked how Reggie could adapt to any situation he was in. He had that Um from Houston twang but he looked good in Levis and even better in a suit. Wasn't lacking intelligence at all. "Piggy, you don't need me. You got the know how and most importantly, Who gone check you?!" I burst out laughing. "But you got me. Whatever you need, I'm here." So I kissed him. Long and slow. It felt right. "CC, reallly?" I laugh. "Reggie, you could've stopped me!" "Why would I?" "Look Reggie, you didn't want me to kiss you then you shouldn't be so live. Then you wouldn't have live nigga's problems!!!" "Who says shit like that, Piggy?" "I do." Me and Reggie B talked about our future. Him mentoring me to get my business in line and me thinking about him being my future ex husband. My radio is going off. I bark some responses back. "13252 Dalmation. We going in." "Piggy, that's one of my houses." "You got a lot of product there?" He nodded his head. "This Piggy to compound. Dalmation is a no go. It's an abandoned house. I just left there." I told him to be quiet. "Copy that Coyle. We headed to the Townhomes." "Just like that, Piggy?" I nodded my head. "Now get your ass to that house and clean that shit up. I just bought you some time." He paid for my breakfast and walked me to my car. "Call me C.C." He bent down a little bit and kissed me back. "One day." I growled. He got in his car and left. I left and went the opposite way on Highway 6. Mattie Mae was now on my mind heavily. I needed her at this very moment. Let me take my ass home. Montell and Master P playing on the radio, aint heard this in a minute. My city need me. I love Houston and she is going to love me back.

Arnissha Lynn and the Piggy No One Knows

I've lost track of time since they've had me here. Hell I knew it wouldn't be long before they found out it was me who had set Piggy up. I almost had a heart attack when I saw her standing in front of me. I just knew that she had went up in flames with that car. I hoped Starsha Danielle burned in hell wherever she was. If they hadn't already killed her. I don't know why I'm not dead. She stood before me. All 5'2 of her. Tight black tee. Black skinny jeans. Black pumps. That Blonde mane of hers was beautiful. I can only imagine what my own hair is like. I haven't had time or the opportunity to take care of it since I've been held captive. They treat me pretty good though. I have three good meals. There's a television in this room. No telephone of course and the door is locked from the outside. No window. They keep me with cigarettes and wine. Courtney came in a couple of days ago and informed me that my business and territory was now hers. I could do one of two things. I could lay down voluntarily or she would lay me down voluntarily. Courtney is a beautiful woman. But there is something eerie about her. Scary. This girl don't own no fear. That's dangerous. She looked amazing. I mean you would never know that she had been in that bad of an accident. Wanted to know how and what Happy Hair Butter Industries was up to. "Arnissha Lynn, you ain't wondering why I ain't killed your ass yet?" I looked at her and had to look away. I picked up the pack of cigarettes she'd bought in. I lit one. Took a long drag and exhaled. That Meika B didn't take no shit either. She saw to me most times. Courtney walked over to me and stood where I couldn't look nowhere else. "Did you hear me?" "Yes, I wonder. Hell I wished you'd get it over with. Stead of prolonging this shit so." She laughed. "I got you by the nuts sister girl. I do what I want. That was real dirty what you did. I can't much blame you though. I'm King now and I'll do almost anything to keep my seat too. So you get that one. You work for me now." I must be losing my mind. I mean I been stuck in this room so long. This heffa was telling me that she was gone let me live? I deserved to die for what I did. I realize this. If I was in her position there'd be no questions asked. She was sparing my life and I didn't know why. "So when do I get to leave here?" She looked at me with those cold eyes of hers. "As soon as I feel that I can trust you long enough to get your people on board with me. It's on you. You got time to think about it." Just like that she walked out and locked the door behind her. This unnerved me. Courtney Coyle was cooler than I ever seen her. I've smoked three cigarettes damn near in ten minutes. Get it together. When she come in here she had a bag in her hands. Let's see. some jeans, a black tshirt, underwear and some Happy Hair Butter and Misting Spray. Thank you Lord. I could do something with this hair. I guess Courtney wasn't all bad. I didn't trust her and I know she sure didn't trust me. I wonder what has become of my organization. Wonder how long they looked for me or if they're even still looking for me. I knew it was something different about her the first time I laid eyes on her. She and Shannon Monet had the same eyes. They were just of different generations. I heard tell that they had captured Monet first thinking she was behind the bombing. Hell Piggy had enough enemies. Now she said I worked for her now. I'm thinking I might wanna be dead. Kingpins like Piggy do not show mercy for nothing. Its a reason behind it. Here I was now in this game now twenty plus years and I was now being strong armed by a runt! When I had heard that the bomb had been detonated, I remember I sat back over a glass of Merlot and rellished in my success. Here this bitch had survived all along. Aint that bout nothing? Karma is a bitch I guess and in fabolous shoes. Is that Patti and Ron Isley. Smoke me another cigarette and listen to the radio. "If you looove me, then how could you leave....

Piggy's Journal: In her Mind!!

Journal,
It's been a minute. I just don't have the time these days to get my thoughts out on paper. Um not sleeping. I toss and turn all night long. Haven't posted in a while. Soo let's catch up. I'm now King of Houston. I did tht. I took Ivory Albro off the throne! I got back up with Tameika. I survived a car bombing and I killed Drell. We reconnected. Fell in love. He betrayed me. I killed him. My piglet is growing leaps and bounds. I don't get to spend much time with him and thts been bothering me. I do all this for him. I met a jarhead who treated me like a lady. I still think abt tht night. It went from nice to steamy to great to me killing four niggas. This was only our first date. He was gentle with me. I didn't have to be hard. He held my hand and I didn't feel like he was trying to get in my pants so much. I hadn't talked to him since. I mean I can't really blame him. Tht was a lot at one time. I think abt him alot. Then there's Tosha Wilson. Yeah I popped her brother tht night. She sent them after me. Wht the hell was I supposed to do? Um king now and no one can undermine me! But I expected shit like this to happen after I let Starsha Danielle live. So she better be on her P's and Q's. I won't be as sweet next time. I feel bad tht I've got my buddy Meika B in the middle of my drama. I gotta take care of her because she's been down with me and starting the Embassy. Oh whts the Embassy? Well the Embassy is an organization of some of the baddest women the state of Texas has to offer! We all bring something to the table. I'm taking time to cultivate tht. I am concerned abt my Mattie Mae. She goes off by herself for hours lately. When she come back, she looks so tired. I promise this week Um going to make time for just me and her. She's a part of me and I know tht she prays night and day day and night for me. I need her. I want her to be front and center when I get married again. When I decide to have more children I want them to know her. Life is funny tht way. My Mattie Mae love me unconditionally just as my own mother does. I knew tht many of the wrinkles on her beautiful face had come frm me. From tht day she first saw me kill tht mf who had come into my home, I knew tht she prayed tirelessly for my soul. I can't imagine wht she went through while I laid in the hospital. You know most people don't believe I have any remorse for the things I've done. Honestly, I wish it didn't have to be this way. Nobody knows abt the sleepless nights. Um always looking over my shoulder. I shower and sleep with my pistol. I feel like don't nobody really love me. If they do it comes with conditions. Shoes. They transform me. I can't explain it. My habit is beyond out of control.I was heartless before the accident but now I feel like anybody can get it now. Thts not good tht I feel this way. Um on my knees constantly praying but I don't think God hears me. Any consolation, I haven't done anything against anyone who didn't deserve it. The ironic thing abt tht last statement is tht I know tht nobody has made me judge. They say one day we'll all pay for our sins. Royally. Hell I think I'm paying for mine daily right now. I think abt the wht ifs. The men who remain constant in my life. The men who I think abt as more than friends and then I feel like love is for squares. I have a greater purpose. I'm shaking now thinking abt a pair of Miu Miu satin pumps. Unopened in my closet. Several times I've taken tht chrome .40 of mine to my temple. I slip on a pair of Louboutins and start trippin. I masturbate and see shades and hues of red. So Um off to those Mius Mius and hope tht sleep come easy.

Piggy Monroe :@)

Meika B put her FOOT down!

One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. I swear Piggy was right. She told me this was a helluva workout. I had a bag installed two weeks ago and I had been going hard on it ever since. Needed to. I don't know what the hell CC got me tied into. "Trust me Meika, we gone be alright. I got this." Normally I would be cynical but something in Piggy told me she meant what she said and then she said what the hell she meant. From the moment we were retintroduced, something in her fueled something in me. I'm thinking why not take over Houston. Houston needed us. Piggy was now king. She took the crown from Ivory Albro just like she said she would. I just think about all the carnage. Sometimes Courtney don't even seem fazed. The things I've done I've felt bad about. Right now I'm carrying the guilt of knowing that I caused Drell's death. No I didn't kill him but I fed the beast that did. Piggy is my podna and she needed to know what he was up to. She would've done the same thing for me. I'm sure of it I’m just feeling like my friend is in over her head. She still Courtney but there is this coldness to her. Right after she handle her business it like its back to normal as if nothing has happened. I don’t know. They say things happen for a reason. Maybe I was put in her path to be her conscience. I try to be the voice of reason for her but let’s be honest, Piggy ultimately does whatever the hell she wants to. One-Two. One-Two. One-Two. We have children. The big picture was that I was hustling and working. I got down with the Embassy because overall I believed that it was good move for my family. Its no cattiness between she and I. And even with this new earned power she has, Courtney is still at ground zero with me. She don’t handle me no different. I have to respect that. I worry though about how long she gone last in this industry. We still have Arnissha Lynn hid. The feds is watching us all and Piggy’s enemies have now become Tameika Benford’s. Luckily Jay and Carly are at my mom’s. Let me get these gloves off. My .50 is right here. These mfs must don’t know. Think Meika! Its three of em. I hear Bear barking in the back. This .50 is a cannon. If it go off my neighbors calling the police for sure. It’s 7pm and no reason for Centerpoint Energy to be at my door. I know an ambush when I see one. They’re ringing the door bell. They’re in uniform but I see one with a H.O.U.S.T.O.N tattoo. Penitentiary ink. They ring the doorbell again. Why would three workers from Centerpoint be needed anyway? Burglar bars are locked. “Yes.” “How you doing maam?” “Im alright, how you?” “Um ok, we were sent here, you reported a gas leak?” Yeah right motherfucker. Everything in my house is electric. “No I didn’t.” Now he shuffling through some papers. “Well, Ms. Benford, we are supposed to take a look.” I put my hand on the burglar bars between us. I smiled. Let me handle this like Piggy Monroe would. “Look somebody sent you here and we know it wasn’t Centerpoint. Let’s cut the bullshit. They moved closer to my door. I raised the barrel of my pistol. “Well didn’t you get a package on me? Huh? You didn’t know abt her?” “Let us in. We need to talk.” “We talk, we talk right here gotdammit. I’m listening.” They looking around. “Tosha Wilson sent us. Say she wanna send Piggy a message. We get you and she receptive.” I sucked my teeth. “Here lies your dilemma. Um not going anywhere. You gone get off my front porch or Mike Walker and his boys can clean you up off my porch. He’d be glad to get the business.” They backed up but stayed firm. The hammer was pulled back. “Alright lil mama. You know this aint over. Piggy gone have to lay down. Eventually.” I hear Nate Dogg singing One More Day. Pandora on time. “Yeah well we’ll do tht when we’re ready not one day before.” They got in the truck and drove off. I took a deep breath. I dialed one button on my cell phone. She answered. “Hey.” “We need to talk.” “Okay, when?” “Hour. My house.” She hung up. I put my gloves back on. Piggy King of Htown has got some changes to make. My input and my family’s safety need to be top priority. I guess I’ll warm that pot roast and greens up. Piggy had an appetite you wouldn’t believe.