Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale by Noire

Author:Noire [Noire]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
ISBN: 978-0-345-51258-1
Publisher: One World ∣ Ballantine Books ∣
Published: 2009-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

The night was sizzling. Reem Raw had taken the stage. A crowd of chicks were hanging off his dick as he performed a hot banga called “Twist Is.”

Fiyah moved with the beat as Reem ripped the mic with his metaphorical flow.

Shawty c'mere lemme feel how them lips is …

The way them hips shift, I can tell you gifted …

You know who the click is

You know how we get biz,

And I can put it down, whatevah ya twist is!

By the time Reem finished banging up the track the dance floor was rocking and the crowd was amped. Fiyah grinned as his manz jumped off the stage. Reem got mad props as both the chicks and the ballers made a path for him. Fiyah was so preoccupied digging Reem that he almost slept on the posse that was coming through the door.

“Oh shit,” he muttered. He bumped a skinny girl outta his way and slid through the crowd toward Reem real quick. He tapped Reem's arm just as he got near the bar.

“‘Sup, money.”

Reem grinned and gave Fiyah a dap then a hug.

“Fiyahhhh … my niggah! What it do, baby?”

Glancing around nervously, Fiyah leaned in close.

“Yo, man. Lemme holla at you real quick.” He glanced toward a side door. “Can we slide outta here that way?”

Moments later they were standing on the street behind Bricks.

“Yo, what's in them little things over there?” Fiyah asked, pointing across the street to what looked like garages encased in concrete.

“Them shits is bunkers,” Reem answered. “That's Brody's property. They press all them bogus DVDs and shit back there. Ain't no guessing what else them fools be doing in there. Probably growing that crazy niggah a demented twin in a fuckin’ pickle jar.”

Fiyah shook his head. “I sure hope not. Let's walk,” he urged, and led Reem around toward the front of the club. Fiyah stopped as they got to the corner. He peeped around, then leaned against the building in a way that allowed him to see the front door.

“Yo, man,” Reem said shaking his head. “Welcome home, man! But you off the tiers now. You ain't gotta pull guard no more.”

Fiyah grinned and played it off. “I'm cool, man. It's all good.”

“If it's so fuckin’ good why you holdin a set out here on the street?”

“Sorry man,” Fiyah said. “But I'm on the clock, ya feel me? I gotta beat my PO to the crib or he's gonna violate my ass.” He shrugged. “I'm tryna wait around for my cousin, though …”

“Who, Eva?”

“Yeah. She's supposed to be rollin’ through.”

Reem shook his head. “You got your nights wrong, homey. Eva's into the Saturday night set these days. She's rolling hard with a rapper they call—”

“Ramel.”

“Ramel? Oh, you mean Ice Mello? Yeah. That niggah is live. He brings it hard on the rap beats the way you was bringing it with reggaeton right before you took that ride.”

“Him and Eva into some shit, huh?”

Reem held his hands up, backing him off. “Don't talk that shit to me, man.

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