Sylvia's

|Harlem, NYC |

I sat across from Quan as I watched the waitress place the food in front of our faces, onto the table. One thing I loved about Harlem was hitting up Sylvia's.

This place was the real deal for some real soul food. The aroma of my Grilled smothered pork chops, baked mac and cheese, collard greens and candied yams with extra juice filled my nostrils.

"Damn, that shit bout to hit son", I smiled as I looked at my food steaming in front of my face.

"You aint lying", Quan says as the waitress placed his plate of BBQ ribs, broccoli and fries in front of him.

"Can I get you fellas anything else?"

The waitress smiled as she placed our pitcher of sweet iced tea on our white table alongside our glasses. she was a cute chick, red bone, slim joint with a jet-black bob and the prettiest green eyes.

"Nah baby, we good but thank you" I smoothly said as I smirked.

She looked away and blushed, "Alright well my name is Tia and if you need anything else just let me know"

"Sure, thing baby", I replied while sipping my tea and eyeballing her.

Ms. Tia turned on her heels with her face flushed and walked away. On Que, me and Quan looked to see if she had some ass behind her.

"Eh, her shit little" Quan chuckled as he dapped me up.

"Son, don't sleep on the slim ones they have a whole lotta ass under them clothes", I said as I cut up my pork chop.

"True" Quan agreed as he poured ketchup on his fries. "What be bout to do next son?"

"What after we leave here?"

"No, bout this money train and Tony and his crazy ass ways he hot man".

I chewed my food as placed my fist on my mouth before responding to him.

"Honesty" I paused as I swallowed my food. "I don't know yet man but we Gon eat regardless, for real"

"Facts, I feel you I just don't want this wave to come to an end, nigga tryna buy a crib for mom dukes and shit" Quan said as he crammed his mouth with fries.

I nodded before it was a silence while we both ate our food. Quan was right, the money is good but in this game, you gotta stay couple steps ahead before you find yourself in a money drought. It's easy to get caught up, the woman, the cars, clothes, the love, the envy. It's crazy.

"Goddamn, who is that?" I heard Quan say, causing me to lift my head and stare at him.

"Who's who?"

"Right there walking up to the counter, she finer than a Muthafucka"

I looked as I seen a thick, light skinned joint walk in with a Brown Top gun leather jacker with fur around the hood, a pair of dark blue guess skinny jeans that look like it was painted on her thick thighs and a pair of knee high brown leather boots.

Her hair flowed as she walked past looking like something out of a magazine. I squinted as I looked closely at her. Then my heart skipped a beat.

"Yo Quan", I said as I leaned in closer to him. "Remember that shorty I was telling you about I met at the tunnel?"

Quan nodded while pouring tea into his glass and looking at me, "Yeah...what about.... Ohhh that's her?"

I smirked, "Hell yeah, I aint neva think I'd see her ass again"

"Go scoop that then nigga", Quan laughed as he gulped his tea.

I did a double take as I watched her lean on the counter, slightly poking her apple shaped ass out. I bit my lip as I slid my chair back and standing up. I looked at Quan who was now licking his fingers from the BBQ on it.

"I'll be back, and don't touch my food" I pointed to my plate

Quan let out a stiff chuckle while waving me off.

"Yeah whatever nigga"

I walked away as I heard Quan mumble something else while snickering. I slowly walked up to the counter as this fly ass honey ordered her food to the older lady behind the counter.

You need a man with sensitivity (a man like me)

You need a man, not any man

Warm and sensitive that's what I can give

Man, with sensitivity

A man like me

"And with my eggs can I get them scrambled with cheese please", she asked as she pressed her lips together.

"Mhm...will that be all?", the cashier asked as she diverted her eyes to me then back to lady love.

"Ummm...I guess you can add some grilled sausage links with my order too", she smiled as she leaned to hand the cashier the menu.

I licked my lips, "Make sure you give her the big sausage too", I smirked.

"Huh?", she said as she turned around with a confused look on her face.

The confused look changed to a slight grin showing her dimples. Damn, this girl was more beautiful than when I saw her at the club. She stared at me with those almond shaped eyes and parting her tinted pink glossy lips to speak.

"Hey...I remember you" she smirked as she leaned on the counter, eyeing me up and down.

The way her eyes rested on mines sent chills up my spine and blood rushing to my manhood. This chick was looking like a bag of money and everyone loves money.

I had to have her.

I raised my right eyebrow, "Oh word...from where?", I asked to see if she really remember me.

She gave a sexy chuckle while running her manicured fingers through her hair and then placing her hand on her hip;

"The tunnel"

"You got good memory too I see..." I said before gazing at her. "Monae right?"

Her bottom lip hung a little bit before giggling, "Eric, right?"

"Yeah...Eric", I grinned as I leaned on the counter. "What you doin over here though? I asked as I gazed at her.

"I live round here, 135th and Lenox" she replied as she looked up at the neon lighted menu above our heads.

I nodded, "Oh word that's funny, I never seen you round before"

"I'm always around, this my hood but I be seeing you though dippin in and out", she grinned slyly.

I jerked my head back as I realized what she just said. I never really be over here on Lenox ave cause we got static with niggas on this side. So, like anyone, antennas go up.

I stared at her for a second then diverting my attention to Quan and I table. I watched him as he stole three pieces of broccoli off my plate. Ima fuck him up when I'm done with shorty.

"You sure that was me?", I asked in a deep voice while getting closer to her causing her to sexily bite her lip and tilt her head in my direction.

"Yeah, I know that was you" she giggled. "I recognized that peanut head from anywhere"

"Ohh" I laughed, takin a step back and shaking my head. "You got jokes... but if you seen me why you never said nothing ma?"

"I don't approach men, they usually come to me", she replied, eying me up and down and twisting her lips to the side.

I flared my nostrils as a small smile crept upon my face. This chick knows she bad, I like that shit.

"Okay, Okay confident I see"

She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if she knows she got it like that. This girl Is eye candy and I need her on my side. Just by her style, I can tell she about her money and how I might spend, she will fit right in.

I cut my eyes back to Quan who was eating his French fries and staring in our direction. He put his arms up in a "wassup nigga" manner. I put my hand up, signaling him to hold on as I turned my attention back to Monae.

"Here's your order ma'am" the older lady smiled. "Its 12.87"

I reached down in my pocket and slid a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the counter as I watched Monae eye me.

"Keep the change", I smiled as I grabbed Monae bag off the counter.

"You aint have to do that.... I appreciate that though" she thanked me as she slowly grabbed the bag out my hand.

I nodded, "No problem love....so wassup with you what you bout to do?"

"Mmm, go home and eat my food and chill...why?", she raised a brow.

"Damn", I placed my hand up in surrender. "Just making convo girl don't shoot"

She batted her long lashes before flashing a smile. "Hold on" she says as she tore a piece of paper off the corner of menu paper and grabbing a blue pen that laid on the counter. She handed me the paper, placing her soft warm hand in mines.

"Call me sometime Eric", she grinned as she slowly switched her hips away and exiting out the door into the cold, winter afternoon.

"Damn", I mumbled as I stuffed the paper into my coat pocket and heading back to the table.

"So, what happen nigga?", Quan asked I took my seat.

"For one I seen you stick ya dirty ass fingers in my plate" I spat as I snatched two ribs off his plate. "Secondly, what you think nigga I got them digits"

" Damn Cas, you think you that nigga, don't you?" Quan smirked while leaning back in his seat.

I shrugged, "You know how I do baby...bitches love the kid", I gave a sly grin as I leaned back in my seat as well.

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Later that evening...

Tony Crib

11:32 pm

"Damn so yall went to Sylvia's and aint bring back shit?", Tony scoffed as he took a swig out of his personal Hennessy bottle and groaning from the strong taste.

I rolled my eyes as I cut up the work and placed them in small vials, "You acted like you wasn't hungry so niggas dipped we told you to come"

"No...you told me to come" Tony corrected as he looked up at me. "Nigga Quan been acting like he aint want me around, that's why I aint come"

I sighed as I kept my eyes on the drugs and continued cutting. I wanted to confront Tony bout this shit I'm hearing about him selling to his mom, but I decided against it. it's a time and place for everything. Niggas is drinking and what not.

I think I'll wait until I aint tipsy.

"What you getting into for the night? Tony asked as we finished bagging up the last of our product.

"Man, I don't know, I got some shorty number, same chick from the tunnel"

"Word, you gon fuck with that?"

"Maybe...aint shit else to do but its late you feel me I don't want her to get the wrong idea and shit"

I knew damn well I was lying. I wanted her to get that idea and I wanted her to be with it. her smooth ass skin with that angelic face and her plump lips and almond eyes had a nigga heart racing crazy. Not even my little sister friend, Leyanne made me feel this way.

Tony twisted his lips at me and laughed, "Nigga just call the bitch and see wassup, make sure you put on a jimmy coat nigga bitches is nasty nowadays"

"Shit...you aint lyin" I nodded in agreeance.

Tony stood up and stretched as he showed me two blunts that he had in his pocket. They were neatly rolled up and I was ready to get higher than a mutha.

"Light it bro", I said as I slapped my hands together and then rubbing them on my jeans.

Tony used his black BIC lighter to light the fat blunt and inhaled as NWA Alwayz into Something played in the background lowly from the surround sound speaker;

Real niggaz don't play -
Yella, Eazy, Me and the nigga Dre
Yo, alwayz makin' sure that my shit is steady bumpin

Me and Tony smoked both the blunts and took more shots until the point I was lifted. A nigga was feeling good and I was getting hornier than a Muthafucka. I could have called Leyanne but Monae crossed my mind.

"Yo bro, you good?", Tony slurred as he burped and laughed.

"Yeah bro, I'm good ima go call shorty and see what she up to", I said as I stood up and stumbled back a little bit. "Damn, a nigga bent"

"Yo" Tony laughed hysterically at my drunk ass. "Yo nah you don't need to be driving"

"Nah man I'm good ima go holla at shorty I'm good I'm good"

Tony squinted and laughed as he walked me to the door, stumbling over some magazines that was on the floor by the dining room table as I walked to his house door.

"You sure you good enough to whip that pretty bitch of yours?" Tony said as he rested a hand on my shoulder. "You can always sleep on my couch nigga pussy aint gon nowhere"

I chuckled as I stepped outside on his steps and looked up at the street light that shined down on my baby, that was parked on the curb. The cold air disappeared and reappeared as I inhaled and exhaled through my nose

"Yeah my nigga ima hit ya line when I make it to shorty crib. I hope she up", I admitted as I pulled my cell phone out my pocket.

I hated walking around with this big ass bulky shit. someone need to get innovative and make a slim phone that aint the size of a fucking brick. I walked down the steps and stepping on to the pavement.

The neighborhood was quiet and still. It was peaceful and I figured that since it was too cold for niggas to be standing around outside, it would be clear to drive and avoid 5'0.

"Ima holla at you bro," I said as I pressed my key remote to unlock my car door before hoping in,

"Copy, peace king" Tony yelled as he held up the peace sign.

I placed the key in the ignition and let my car warm up before pulling off and honking my horn. As I drove down the narrow street that was filled with parked cars on each side I stopped at a red light and dug into my pocket and pulled out the paper that had Monae number on it.

"Shit", I mumbled as I thought about her fine ass in her birthday suit while dialing her number.

Getting drunk and high was always a trigger for me to want to fuck something crazy. It was that type of night where you just lay up and fuck until your shorty can't take it anymore. I aint gonna pressure Monae, but if she let me ill tend to every part of god created physique.

I bit my lip as I listened to the phone ring a couple of time as I rode up the street, watching the numbers get higher. 110th, 111th, 112th and so on. I turned on the radio;

This is DJ-Love Jones brining you slow jamz on this cold night; so, to heat things up here's R. Kelly with "Your Body's Callin" on Power 105.1 After hours":

I hear you callin', "Here I come baby"
To save you, oh oh
Baby no more stallin'
These hands have been longing to touch you baby
And now that you've come around, to seein' it my way
You won't regret it baby, and you surely won't forget it baby

"Hello?"

My heart skipped a beat as I heard her soft voice through the phone, instantly making my pants rise.

"Yo...Monae?", I slurred a bit as I realized I was already on Lenox Ave.

".... Eric?" she seductively said. I can hear her smiling through the phone.

"What you doing ma?" I said in a deep, lusty voice. "I'm on Lenox"

There was a pause and some shuffling. I heard her breathing on the other end of the phone.

"Okay...you on Lenox so what you saying" she replied before giggling.

I sucked my teeth as I cruised down the Ave, "I'm saying can a nigga see you tonight. I know it's late but I wanted to see if you was up and shit"

"Mmmm..."

"Mmm what ma?" I mocked her as I looked in the rearview mirror at a car behind me as I cruised.

I continued, "Its yes or no ma, I aint bout to beg you"

"Yeah Eric, you can slide through I stay in the private apartments on 135th" she said softly. My address is 40 West 135th and my building code is 342"

"Coo, baby I'll see you in a minute", I say as I licked my lips, making them wet.

"Alright sexy, I'll see you in a few" she said before hanging up.

I flipped my cell phone closed and tossed it in the passenger seat. Never in my life have I been excited to see some broad. But this girl was the real deal. Just being in her presence made a nigga feel like a king.

I aint the type of nigga to pour my heart out over no chick, but something bout her makes a nigga wanna change his ways, plant a seed in her and shit. Yeah, I'm too drunk for this shit.

This gonna be a good night, I thought to myself as I quickly made a turn. That good night shit was deaded as I watched Red, White, and Blue lights flashing behind me.

"Fuck" I spat as I pulled over on the curb and slammed the steering wheel.

I'm drunk, high and got an illegal firearm in my fucking whip. My thoughts raced as I watched the dark figure exit the unmarked cop car.

That offer that Tony gave me about staying on his couch didn't seem so bad now. If they search this car, it's a fact I'm going to jail tonight.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the window. I sighed as I pressed the button to let my windows down, being greeted by a bright ass light shining me in my eyes, causing me to squint.

"License and registration sir"

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