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Chapter 1

Y aya, if you don’t slow your drunk ass down, said Ke-ke from back seat of Yaya’s 2014 white E350 Benz.

Girl calm down, I’m not trying to lose them, slurred Yaya as she switched from lane to lane trying to keep up with the group of young fellas on the motorbikes ahead of her.  Yaya put on her right blinker as she weaved in and out of traffic.

Look, look, girl dem boys are crazy and have no care in the world, said Yummy from the passenger seat  of her twin sister’s car. She was steady trying to video the group of boys on the motor bikes ahead of them, as the group of four wheelers and dirt bikes weaved in and out of lanes on Dorchester Rd. doing wheelies.

Yaya finally made it directly behind the group of motorbikes and started to get more excited by the minute trying to figure out where the group of eleven were headed. As Yaya approached the intersection of Dorchester Rd and Leeds Ave, a few of the boys were caught by the traffic light and she eased down her window. Never in a thousand years would she think that simple thing would change her life from that night on. Yaya looked to her left to find a brown skinned, slim dude with dreads and a mouth full of gold teeth staring directly at her. She turned down her radio as she leaned out the window enough to give the dread head  on the four wheeler a good look at her cleavage. She smirked as her plan worked and she had his full attention. The light turned green but they didn’t care about holding up traffic.

Where y’all headed? asked Yaya as she saw two police cars with the flashing lights coming off Leeds Ave.

Just keep up shorty, said the dread head as he kick started his quad and pop the clutch into first gear and threw the front two tires in the air, as he went through the intersection.  Two of the boys were in the middle of the intersection burning their tires, as they blocked the two police cars so that the rest of the bikes could get away.

Yaya was in the right lane as the quads and dirt bikes were in the left lane showing out. As they passed by the Lil Kricket the dread head signaled for the white Mercedes to get behind him, as some of the motorbikes slowed, so that the Mercedes could get into the left lane. As they approached the upcoming light at the intersection, the dread head threw up his hand signaling that they were turning left, he slowed and gave Yaya the address to pull up on Ranger St. Yaya and her clique was so ecstatic as she pulled away and saw numerous motorbikes fly past them. Yaya was driving slow as she headed down the street looking for the blue house on the right with the candy apple red dually parked on the grass. Yummy reached in the ashtray to grab the kush filled cigar and as soon as she opened the middle counsel for the lighter and fired up the cigar the whole car lit up with blue lights.

Shit, said Yaya as she pulled over.

Pass it here so I can put it in my drink, said Ke-ke as she leaned up and reached for the cigar. But before Yummy could pass her the blunt, they heard motorbikes coming full speed from ahead of them.

As the girls looked in amazement, they never thought they would see what was about to unfold in front of them. As the two officers got out of their squad cars and headed towards Yaya’s Mercedes, she let her window down and Kush smoke rushed the Charleston’s night air. Before the officers could make it to the trunk of the Mercedes, Yaya thought to herself, What is this fool doing? As she knew and watched who was on the quad, the four wheeler slid around near the two cops and their eyes grew big, as they looked at the joker style mask in front of them. They never expected what folded out to happen. Seven loud pops exploded through the nights air as paint balls decorated the two officers and the first squad car. Laughter erupted through the night, as the two officers hurried to their squad cars to give chase to the motorbikes. Before the dread head put his quad into gear, he winked at Yaya and disappeared down the road into the night. By the time the officers pulled off to give chase, the motorbikes were no longer heard in the night.

Yaya looked at Yummy, Ke-ke, then Key and they all had that what the fuck just happened look on their face. Yaya grabbed the blunt from Yummy’s lip and lit it.

To Ranger? she asked.

To Ranger, they all said in unison as they laughed.

As they pulled up to the blue house, Yaya parked on the side of the road in the grass near the mailbox. Yaya took another strong toke off the kush, then passed it to Yummy. Ke-ke and Key both leaned up towards the front seat.

So what’s up? We gettin out? asked Ke-Ke.

Yaya downed one of the mini bottles of Ciroc and threw the empty bottle out of the window before she turned sideways to face them. Damn right, soon as we finish smoking. She whipped her neck around quick as she stared out of her windshield and watched the headlights to a quad go in the air for a split second and come down. Before she knew it, the quad slid sideways in front of her car and sped into the driveway towards the backyard. Three minutes later a police car sped down the street and passed the blue house like it was a racecar. One of the dudes who were on one of the dirtbikes earlier, ran to the end of the driveway and threw his hand in a salute behind the police car and everybody in the yard burst into laughter.

By the time he made it back in the yard, the dread head was making his way to the front yard. As the dread head walked closer to the candy red dually that was parked on the grass, which looked like the body of the truck was slammed into the ground, he deactivated the trucks alarm. He let down all four of the windows of the dually, then threw the joker mask on his front seat after he closed the door. He walked toward the front of the truck as he pulled up his black True Religion jeans and sat on the hood of his truck. Yaya stared in awe as she watched the dreadhead signal one of his comrades to bring him a beer. The dread head looked toward the white Mercedes that was occupied by the females, and made a hand gesture as to say ‘come here.’

Yaya and her girls sat in the car for another minute or two, for the simple fact that they didn’t want to seem press. But in actuality, all four females were eager to get out of the car. Yaya exited her vehicle with her twin sister and two cousins, Ke-ke and Key, falling in step behind her. As they approached the driveway, they could see that all eyes were on them. Yaya made her way through the gentlemen who were trying to get at her and headed straight to the front of the dually, where the slim brown skin dread head was sitting on the hood.

Wassup lil mama? asked the dread head.

Yaya smirked. Ain’t nothing much lil daddy.

The dread head stepped down from off the hood of his custom dually, then stood directly in front of Yaya and looked down at her. And he was more impressed with her up close. Ain’t nothing little about me lil mama, he said as he lifted her chin to look at him in the eyes. My name is Stick. And yours?

In that very moment Yaya had an orgasm and seemed to be lost in a daze. His smooth voice sent chills all through her body and her pussy was tingling. Yummy nudged her sister a little bit and whispered, Bitch.

Yaya snapped out of her daze and smiled at him. She hoped that he didn't think that anything was wrong with her. I’m Yaya, this my twin Yummy that’s my cousin Key and her sister Ke-Ke.

Stick nodded his head as Yaya made the introduction. He turned towards the house and the driveway with his hands held out on both sides doing a 180 to the left then to the right. Ladies this is the squad. I know y’all ain’t shy, so don’t act like y’all are.

A few seconds passed as Stick sat back on his truck and then turned his head to the sound of his name being called. A shorter brown skinned dude with tattoos everywhere, two diamond encrusted teeth on the top and two similar ones on the bottom, with two french braids walked up to stick.

Damn cuzo who dem? he said to Stick.

Stick shook his head and started laughing. That’s Yaya, Yummy, Key, and Ke-Ke. Yall, that’s my lil cuzo Nodd.

Nodd stepped a little closer to the females, looked at Stick and smiled. Damn bruh where the gas at?

Stick simply pointed to the females. That’s them bruh. I been just bout to tell them to match something.

Stick signaled for the group to follow him, as they were headed towards the back of the house Ke-Ke  spoke up.

Aye stick, I ain’t thirsty or jock out right. But where youngin’ at that was on the pink and black motorbike? she asked.

That’s my little brother Klutch. Hell that’s a good question, said Stick. As soon as they headed around the corner of the house a voice came out behind them.

What’s a good question bruh? asked Klutch as he took a sip of his drink.

Stick turned around and damn near bumped into his little brother Klutch who was headed to the front yard. Oh shorty been checkin for you lil nigga, said Stick as he pointed to Ke-Ke.

Ke-Ke started blushing, because she wasn’t prepared to be put on the spot like that, but she held her ground. Klutch took a step closer to Ke-Ke. Aww shorty blushing.

They all started to laugh lightening up the mood as Klutch handed her a drink that he was drinking. Ke-ke grabbed the cup and then looked at Klutch sideways.

I don’t know where your mouth been, she said.

He leaned closer to Ke-ke’s ear. You don’t know where my mouth been, but I can tell you a few places I wouldn’t mind putting it. As he leaned back and showed her the twenty 22kt gold teeth in his mouth and looked directly in the eyes.

Just the thought alone had her pussy wet and she took a sip of the drink. Is that right? she asked with a raised brow.

Klutch grabbed his styrofoam