Page 30 of Color Me Broken
Juelz took his plate and cracked open his Corona with his teeth. “Thank you, Meeka.” He took a sip from his Corona. “Real talk tho…I been thinkin’ bout that family shit heavy. Y’all niggas got somethin’ solid at home. Me and Tasha? Shit been… harder than I thought it’d be.”
The room got quiet for half a beat. Kane leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees, eyeing Juelz. “Nigga, don’t tell me yo soldiers ain’t marchin’.” Everybody busted out laughing. Even Meeka spit her drink out.
“Man, shut the fuck up,” Juelz said, grinning through it, shaking his head. “Ain’t shit wrong with me, nigga. I’m good. Betta ask yo old hoe about me, nigga.”
Kane stood up in disbelief. “Nigga! I knew yo ass fucked Lesley.”
Juelz was laughing, sipping his Corona from the side of his mouth. “Shit, you knew I fucked that bitch.”
“What happened to the bro code?” Kane eyed him. “Ole, raggedy bastard. You ain’t shit, nigga.”
Juelz agreed. “Yeah, you right. I ain’t.”
Sintonio exhaled smoke, chuckling low. “All that fuckin’ you and Tasha be doin’ and yo ass shootin’ blanks. Make that shit make sense, nigga.”
Kane damn near dropped his beer dapping up Sintonio, hollering. “Aye! Aye! Lil’ nigga hypoallergenic and his dick broke.”
The laughter hit harder, bouncing off the walls.
Juelz forced his lazy grin back on, then popped up in the middle of the floor. With no warning, he yanked his dick out of his boxers and spun around. “Ain’t shit broke ‘bout this dick here, my baby.”
“C’mon nigga, put yo meat up,” Sintonio barked, turning his head while the room exploded with more laughter.
Kane was doubled over, tears in his eyes. “This nigga wild as hell! Pullin’ his lil’ dick out tryna prove a point.”
Mar was dying, shaking his head. “Put yo shit up, nigga. This the main reason nobody invites yo ass no more. You see my fuckin’ wife right here.”
Juelz tucked himself back in. “Fuck all that, I’m just sayin’ my…my shit ain’t broke, nigga.” He stared everybody down in the room. “Sintonio, yo ass posed to be the big homie, but you dyin’ laughing at my pain. So, fuck you too nigga, with yo flat-ass forehead.” Juelz pointed at Kane, grinning. “And you, nigga. Sittin’ ova there built like a dirty-ass Q-tip and got the nerve to clown me? Ole’ skinny body, big head, ass lil boy. With them dirty ass dreads that look like that’s the only thing you got out the mudd. Yea, I’m on ya ass.”
Then he turned to Mar, steady going in. “Don’t think you safe, either, nigga. Ova there shape like a box Chevy wit yo big stomach havin’ ass. Meeka gotta grease yo recliner just to get you outta that muthafucka.”
Juelz took a long swig from his cold Corona, barely swallowing before pointing back to Mar again.
“Look at ya! Got a whole booty on ya chin. Ole’ doom-da-doom-da-doom—big booty chinnn, up wit it!”
The room was in tears now, even Meeka had to leave them to their chaos. Kane wiped his eyes, wheezing. “Nigga mad at us ‘cause his dick weak.”
Juelz smirked, dropping back on the couch like he dropped a mic. “Damn right. Don’t play with me, nigga. I’ll flame everybody in here. Anybody can get it. Equal opportunity disrespect.”
Kane slid further down the sofa. “Nigga, go wash yo damn hands?—”
“Shut up, nigga,” Juelz cut in quick. “Before I put ‘em on yo lip.”
“Aye, Jue. You keep on with that shit.” Kane snapped. “You ‘gon be ‘round this bitch with a broke dick and missin’ fingers. Keep fuckin’ with me.”
This was the crew. Day ones. They’d been boys since high school days, more like brothers, but from different mothers. Born in the trenches, raised in the same smoke.
Shyann was on her knees,her back to Tasha, her head bobbing in a rhythm that made Tasha’s stomach drop. Juelz was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head thrown back, with his face twisted in pleasure and pain. He was in a zone, staring at the ceiling, his hands fisted in the sheets like he was holding on for dear life.
Tasha wanted to scream, to burst in and tear them apart, but her feet were cemented to the floor. All she could do was watch as the tears ran down her face. Watch the man she loved, the man who was supposed to be her rock, give himself to the one person he had no business with. The muscles in Juelz's thigh tense, the guttural sound he was making in the back of his throat sent chills down Tasha's spine.
“You like that shit, baby?” Shyann moaned as she slobbed up and down Juelz's shaft. She was sucking him so good his toes were curling. The way Shyann's mouth felt had him thinking, “Tasha, who?”
He gripped her hair tighter, rolling his eyes in the back of his head. “Fuck yeah! Suck that shit, Shy. That’s it. Make that muthafucka hit the back of that throat.”
Tasha was fuming, her heart was beating so hard she thought it’d jump through her ribs. She burst through the door, grabbed Shyann by the hair, and proceeded to punch her over and over again. Shyann was scrambling on the floor, trying to dodge the hits. She was bleeding everywhere. Tasha was fighting as if she were in the boxing ring.
Right hook, left hook, right again….
