Bachelor Party Pt. 2

Peanut

“Put on yo muthafuckin’ vest, Slime,” Rico barks as we do the dash toward the beach.

Slime grumbles, shoving Shad, but when I turn around, they both putting on they vests like he said to.

It’s me, Rico, Shad, Slime, and Pook in this car. I look around at my bros and grin. Anyone who got initiated into Foe Dub, even Weasel’s mark ass, is certifiable, but my niggas in this car are a special type of wild and reckless. Slime’s political career keeps him on the straight and narrow now, but his hood name ain’t Slime because he likes the color green.

“I was gon’ put it on–”

“You wasn’t,” Pook interrupts as he loads a clip into his AR. “You always forget, you and G. I know K9 is reminding his knuckleheaded ass, too.”

“Fashitsho,” Rico chuckles. “G and Slime never remember they vest. Ty-Ty be wanting to fight instead of shoot. Turk and Set be acting like we in Call of Duty–”

“And you and Nutty be acting like we in Afghanistan,” Pook grumbles.

“Sean, too,” Shad adds. The car quiets down until he speaks again. “Sean’s ass was trigger-happy right along with y’all. The only muthafuckas who would be over the skit was Reem–”

“And Fredo.”

Rico glances at Slime through the rearview mirror, before he smiles and shakes his head. “He’d be so over shit, but would never leave nobody hanging. Would rather have yo follow up, then cuss you out when shit was all said and done.”

“That what he did the night you and Turk went rogue?” I quip, narrowing my eyes.

Ten years later and muthafuckas still won’t say what all happened the night before Set and I took over the BBs. Tati, Set, and I took Shad to a winter break program, and when we left, shit was straight. By the time we came back, we were the top dogs.

Rico throws me a grin, making a right onto the Coast Highway. “You kill more niggas than me tonight, and maybe I’ll tell you what happened.”

“Don’t believe his lying ass, Nut,” Pook spits, cracking his neck. “Nigga been lying since he learned to talk.”

We pull up behind the other truck. Rico turns the car off, before flipping us the bird and bouncing out.

Set meets me by the door while everyone else is gearing up, since the guns and shit were in the car Rico drove.

“Ay.”

I look up, and my cousin’s deep in thought.

Nigga really shouldn’t even be here, since he’s still in physical therapy, but Autumn and Choc tell me not to treat him differently because of his fingers, so I refrain from saying shit. His left hand is gravy, and that’s his dominant hand anyway, but still.

The worst days of my life were the days he was in that fucking coma.

I can live through a lot of things. Things I ain’t ever think I could live through. But I highly doubt losing my cousin before he’s old and gray is one of them.

“Waddup?” I ask him.

He cuts his eyes to the trunk, before lowering his voice.

“You know who Wavyy is, right?”

My eyebrows kiss, since I can’t believe Set is asking me this. “Well, in a minute, he finna be a dead nigga, so do it matter who the fuck he is right now?”

“I’m sayin’, he used to fuck with Wyn way back, before Rico went to the Marines.”

“Now why the fuck would I know anyone Wyn fucked with, especially back then?” I slam the door behind me.

“Exactly,” Set mumbles as we walk back toward the group.

Nigga being all mysterious and shit, and I’m sure there’s a reason he brought it up to me, but I’m too damn excited to think about anything else but squeezing the trigger. I barely hear Rico going over the game plan. I’m so locked in, Shad has to squeeze my shoulder to get me to nod that I understand.

I don’t.

I just know, any nigga that’s not one of my day ones is meeting they maker tonight. They done did some shit to piss Rico off, or followed behind a muthafucka who did, and you are who you hang with.

Exactly why I only be around real ass niggas.

G can barely contain his giggle, knocking Shad with his shoulder before they, Slime, and Set go to the front of the house–G’s idea most likely. He’s flashy as fuck, and wants muthafuckas to see him coming and know they can’t escape him. Shad, Sean, and Slime always went along with his shenanigans, and it's no different now, with Set damn near chaperoning.

Fade, Pook, Reem and Ty take the back. While muthafuckas are surprised, Ty likes to sock ‘em in the back of they heads instead of “wasting bullets.” They usually make a game out of it, with Fade following suit, and Reem and Pook finishing them off.

There’s a lattice going up to the flat roof. I grin, not even having to look at Turk nor Rico, before I swing my AR to my back and start climbing it.

“So glad I took my tongue ring out, I woulda prolly swallowed it by now,” Rico giggles, fucking giggles.

I don’t know who’s having more fun, me or him.

As soon as we make it to the roof, he guides us to a portion of it that’s glass.

“Damn, we ain’t got no earpieces,” Turk mutters. It’s no one underneath us, but we can see niggas on the second and first floors milling about.

“This ain’t a mission, Dub,” Rico comments, grinning at us. “Besides, knowing G, they busting in… right… now.”

We hear the front door come off the hinges, right before Rico heaves himself up to break a square of the ceiling with both booted feet.

The gunfire starts immediately, and I cackle loudly as I follow Rico into the crib. We move as one, going room to room, shooting into closets, bodying niggas still trying to get to they pieces. In less than two minutes, we clear two floors, and meet up with the rest of the homies in the den, where they got Wavyy on his knees.

It’s bodies everywhere. Blood staining the walls and shit. I look to Shad, but he’s holding it together, burning a hole in a patch of carpet where the blood blends in.

My young bull can do it when he needs to.

“The fuck y’all do all this for?!” Wavyy cries out, trying to get out of G and Pook’s iron grip. His eyes are wild, not sticking to one place. “I’on even get off on y’all exit!”

“You a punk ass bitch then,” Ty spits.

Rico circles him, tilting his head this way and that. “Fasho a punk ass bitch, Dub. I’ll never understand it.”

“Understand what?!”

Rico stops in front of him, his grin razor sharp. He leans in and Wavyy tries to move away, causing Rico to reach out and grip his jaw.

Whatever Rico whispers to him makes his eyes balloon. He begins to shake his head and open his mouth to speak.

But it’s too late.

Rico jumps back and lights his ass up, emptying the rest of his clip into the nigga’s face and chest.

He doesn’t stop, not when G and Pook jump back. Not when his body becomes Swiss cheese. Not when Set bucks his eyes at me.

Only when his clip is empty does he lower his weapon.

“Aight,” he grins, glancing at me. “We out.”

“You good?” I whisper to him as we make our way out of the house.

“I’m fantastic, Dub!” he answers, a genuine smile gracing his face.

“We got incoming!”

We turn toward Shad, who’s hightailing it to the car. That’s when we hear the sirens.

“Ah shit, I knew I forgot something,” Rico mutters as we slide in.

“The fuck you forget?!”

He starts up the car and fishtails out of the space, dodging two cop cars.

“The signal jammer.”

This nigga.

Now, we’ve been in a few high speed chases in our day. A few of our niggas got whips, and got us out of jams.

Rico is not one of them niggas.

Everybody got they quirks, and one of Rico’s hidden quirks is that he bitches up when driving. Start overthinking and shit, which is wild, considering he’s been driving since he was twelve.

I think he was in an accident no one knows about. One day, when we were seventeen, he started hyperventilating and shit, and we barely got away once we switched seats. After that, when we’d be off bullshit, either me or Ty would drive, just in case.

“You straight?” I ask, looking at the cars sync up behind us.

“Ye-yeah, we just gotta get to POD,” he murmurs, more to himself than me.

“Call Ty-Ty and tell him to call Leo,” he says to Shad, who starts getting out his phone.

He looks at me, and a smile forms on my face.

“Like that?” I ask, giddy as fuck.

He grins back, and I nod, grabbing the extra clip I saw on the floor of the car.

“Ah come on, Rico! I just got elected in November!” Slime whines. But his ass is loading up, too, right along with me and Pook.

“Aight, Ty said he texted Leo and she said she ready for us. Who the fuck is Leo?”

“Don’t fuckin’ ask,” I grit, shaking off unwanted memories. “Let’s just get these niggas off our back.”

Shad grins before shooting out the back windshield. I roll down my window and hang out, shooting into two of the police cars.

I’m not really tryna do too much. Choc would kill me if I get football numbers before our wedding.

That’s enough to block a few of them, just enough for us to hit a backroad toward the old Kenton asylum and lose them.

Every cop is trained to actively avoid the area, so no one follows us past the open rusty gate.

We don’t stop until we pull into an old garage, right next to our other homies.

I try to keep my breathing regulated when my eyes scan over Leo Hudson, a bitch who makes Brina’s cousin YT look like a saint.

She’s standing next to Ty, her long blood red stiletto nails raking his chest as she says something to him. Her eyes flash when she sees Rico, but when we lock eyes, she grins.

“Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials, Peanut. I’m sure my invite got lost in the mail.”

“Leo, leave his ass alone,” Rico grins before hugging her crazy ass. “Thanks for taking care of the cars and bike.”

“Of course,” she croons. “This one’s on the house, a wedding present. No hard feelings, Peanut.” She flips her dark hair back and grins at me, her teeth short and pointed like they were sharpened that way.

I hightail it the fuck out of there.

We walk through the grounds to a van idling by the main gate. One of the Hudson goons is driving, with sunglasses on even though it’s night time. He drives right at the speed limit, and don’t say shit, so we don’t either.

But we get back to Rico’s crib in record timing, so I guess it was worth being weirded out by a bitch I swear isn’t even really human.

“How you know her again?” Slime asks as we amble inside. “The Hudsons donated three million dollars to my campaign, but I’ve only met the mama, Imelda.”

“Leo be at POD, that’s the homegirl,” Ty answers for Rico. “The middle brother, Javi, work at State, I think. Webbie is the nigga you never wanna meet. That’s they oldest brother.” He shivers to punctuate his point, before grinning at me. “You had fun, Dub?”

“Shit, he better had!” Pook booms, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Nigga traded in ass shaking and wings for murder, mayhem, and a fucking police chase. Some of us got ol’ ladies to answer to, including yo ass!”

“Shit, that shit was lit. Twelve was a nice touch, Rico.”

“That nigga forgot the signal jammer. Rookie mistake,” Set mutters, checking his phone.

Here these niggas go.

Rico grins, rubbing his hand over his head. “You think niggas could have done better? Maybe you shoulda won the games.”

“Ay, ay,” I say, pushing Set back into his seat. “None of that… real shit, this was the best night I had in a while.” I look at each of my bros, tears gathering in my eyes before they land on Rico, my ace.

“You did yo shit, Dub. We all be linking up and shit, some more than others, but we ain’t did no shit like that since… a long time. Some fun shit. Not because someone missing, or we got some shit to prove, or we gotta keep niggas in line. I know you had beef with the nigga, but shit, you coulda did all that by yourself. And you’re right; now, when I’m boohoo crying ‘cause I married the second love of my life, I can remember us bodying niggas and outrunning the po-po’s and know no matter where life take me, I’m still P-muthafuckin-Nutty. You did that… all y’all.”

I look around again, making sure they feel what I’m saying. “Shit was all the way left for me coming up. I came back to the Birch fucked up, broken and shit. G-Pops seen it and instilled structure and order in me, and I got this crazy ass idea to build up my homies, too. And y’all believed in my vision… believed in me. Indulged in a nigga’s wild ass tests and missions like we was living out GTA. Risking y’alls lives and freedoms to solidify our brotherhood. Through everything, the niggas in this room, and Fredo and Sean, are the realest niggas I’ve ever met, and yeah… I know I was a drill sergeant, but for real, y’all don’t know how much Foe Dub kept me sane, even as we did the most insane shit.”

They chuckle, and Ty’s stupid ass swoons before Reem pushes him.

“We love you too, Peanut,” Pook chuckles, coming to dap me up.

The rest of them do the same, with Slime pulling me in a hug. Out of everyone, he probably checks on me the most, though neither one of us told the others. 

I guess you really gotta lose yo spouse to get it.

“You deserve all the happiness you can handle, and then some,” Set says. We don’t look at each other, since he knows I’m barely holding it together.

“Aight, aight. I gotta go home before Choc come doing the most. Stay dangerous, niggas.”

Most of us file out, them cackling while I don’t stay to hang. I’ll probably have more speeches like this at my wedding, and it’s only so much brotherhood I can take before we start singing kumbaya.

All the lights are off once I get home. The house is sleeping; Mace, Denver, and Anaïs. I make a beeline for my room, ready to shower off the night and cuddle up with my woman.

But of course, she’s not sleep.

I turn on the lights and walk into the middle of our room as she hops up, scowling at me.

“Pull it out. If I smell soap, I’m putting belt to ass.”

Choc likes to cosplay like I would ever give out her dick, but apparently, rules don’t apply to bachelor parties.

I pull out my shit, as it gets harder by the second. Especially when her scent wafts up to my nose when she gets on her knees and smells me.

“There. Musty balls from pulling a skit. You wanna shower with me?”

She stands, her face now in a seductive smirk. I once tried to suggest we wait until we get married, and she jumped me right there, riding me to oblivion.

I love her ass.

“Come on, baby,” she coos, leading me by the dick to the bathroom.

I love my fuckin’ life.

And I can’t believe I get this for the rest of it.