Cut the Flow
​Chapter 14 Part  5

Jagged took off, running through the street as the ambulance came to her needs. She was in the hospital for treatment for her ribs and thighs. After trying to reach Brice, she settled down in her room.
A knock on her door startled her. "Who is it?" Constance asked.
Jagged walked into the room and stood at the end of her bed. "Nachine is here."
"I tried to warn you," Constance said, pulling the blanket to cover her chest.
"I want to stop here, but I can't do no bloodshed that would cause news to take notice like that mess in Detroit," jagged said.
"The best way is to kill her outright, or she will become like a menace," Constance said. She knew she had him. He gripped the bed and stomped his foot. He turned up his face at Constance.
"Where are her soldiers coming from," Jagged asked.
"Everywhere fool," Constance said. "It's my job to stop her." He would have to understand that Nachine was the bad seed that spread and grows and destroy others. She could start off anywhere.

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Cut the Flow 
​Chapter 14 Part 4


Constance looked over at the dog his partner wrestle with to put back in a cage. His partner doused the room with gas. She had forgiven the dog for biting her, believing that the dog was used Jagged.
"This dog is no good anymore," Jagged walked over to the cage and kick it. "I've been reported by the neighbors for dog abuse." His partner laughed, taking out a cigar. Then he flipped the lighter in his hand.
Constance scooted up from the mattress, putting more pressure on her wound. She felt alone her jacket for her gun. It was there she could get out this and put the dog out of her mysteries. The partner opened the cage.
"I didn't want to come out here," Constance said. "You can kill me because I can't go to Nachine. She'll kill me first for not setting up shop here."
"You begging me to kill you," Jagged said. "You best to be more afraid of me."
Constance looked at her thigh again. "Kill me colored."
"I'm going circled you with fire and let the dog chew on you while you two burn of fiery death," Jagged said.
'Bring on the fire," Constance said.
Jagged waved his partner to put the dog back in his cage. "What army Nachine got?"
"She got soldiers here and in Brazil," Constance said pulling the gun. She shot Jagged's partner in the face and then the dog. "Throw me the lighter."
Jagged turn to pick up the lighter.
"Crawl," Constance said. Jagged picked up the lighter and brought it to her. She put her gun in his mouth. "Get me out of here."
Jagged lifted her up and carried her to the door of the house. She threw the lighter on the floor. The flame crackled as it caught fire.
"Put me down on the grass," Constance said.
"We got to get out here," Jagged said.
"Go. I need medical attention."

Cut the Flow
​Chapter 14 Part 3


​Constance hung out on the corner 4watching Nachine hideout. No flashes of light and no lights were turned on. She walked down the street during school, making sure no kid or adult saw her. When she got to the back door, a young black kid clubbed her with a bat. She wrestled to get away from him, but more young men join in. Kicking and spitting on her. She tried grabbing their feet and some legs.
"Were in, B Finest," yelled the young guys. "B Finest."
Constance passed out with the chanting lingering in her ears. Then she woke up to Jagged standing over her. She rolled over to the Nachine's bed a couple of times. The lights were in the living room. He must have brought the folded chairs with him, she thought. His partner stood behind him.
"B Finest owns this side of Eight Mile Road and the other," Jagged said. "You can't come here and set up shop."
Constance sat up looking at the pitbull who she heard barking and standing on all fours growling. She rubbed her side, but the pain ache and bones felt like they broke and separated. He questioned her who she worked for and why.
Jagged step out the way of the dog and he charge her. Constance cover face. The dog sank his teeth into her thigh muscle. She screamed, twisting to trying to grab hold of the dog neck.
Jagged call to the dog to stop. "You're about to die. All I want to know who you're working for?"
"I'm here to kill Nachine Bautista," Constance said, gripping the wound the dog near ripped her skin out.
"Who?" Jagged said. "Oh, I know who she is. She's in jail."

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Cut the Flow
​Chapter 14 Part 2


"Ayesha hasn't been nowhere near here or me," Qadira stood. "Goodnight, daddy."
He returned back to eating, flipping the small tv set on the dresser in the attic room. Qadira went to her room and shower. She aroused herself for a few minutes, but it wasn't like Elliott squeezed and caressed her body. She crawled under her quilt and wrapped it around her body. Didn't matter what she did; she ended up alone, she came to realize sex didn't solve her problems.
Qadira woke up to the tapping on her window. Wrapping the quilt around her, she peeked through the window. Khalilah was close up to the window looking around.
Qadira threw some clothes and open the window. "Come on in."
Khalilah climbed in the window. She looked thinner after moving to  Southfield. She had come accustoming to filling Qadira in about her rise to power.
Qadira knew she could fair better she had no overshadowing ghost of Nachine Bautista. Khalilah fidgeted on the bed and watched her door.
"What's the matter," Qadira asked, putting her socks on.
"Nachine is back and she messing up my deal with JLC's," Khalilah said. "Talking about she has to come to the meeting. Valerian's pushing for me to go back to running drugs through the schools. I am done with that."
"Then don't do it," Qadira said. "You don't need him."
"I'm afraid," Khalilah said. "She got hold over my man."
"You don't understand. You can't do this without a man."
Qadira understood she had courage from the gun she held to move forward in unknown territory. Khalilah wasn't ready. Qadira knew she was ready; she had nothing to lose.
"I'm going to talk to Jagged before the meeting to convince him that I'm in charge," Khalilah said, putting her right foot in the window first. "I've to got make sure I don't look like a scare colored trying to rise."
Qadira wanted to brag about her night. Khalilah had chosen the opposite side. She kept quiet and would make her moves without nobody knowing. She could form a partnership with Elliot to get her to the top and rid the game of Nachine forever.*** 

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​Chapter 14 Part 1
 
"Goodbye, sister," Jagged said, squeezing out the door. 
 
"Baby, I'm hurting all over," Elliot said, scooting over near the bed.
 
Qadira stroke Elliot body and pulled off her dress. Elliot forces his hands under her slip and camisole and massages her back. Straddling his lap she moved to join her vaginal up with his penis, Elliot forgot about their escape as he soaked up the sexual pleasure from her. Elliot followed her home later, that night in his car.
Qadira watched him drive off, wanting him to turn around come in and pack up her stuff. Things could get more comfortable for her. Her mother opened the door. 
 
"Qadira," her mother yelled, carrying plates. "Where were you?" 
 
"At work," Qadira said. 
 
"Why you dressed like that?" 
 
"I want to change and look better coming home," Qadira said, knowing the lie was lame. Her mother had left the door. She felt alone and realized she didn't know the answers. What was wrong with sleeping with a guy she met less than an hour? Was she getting dumber before her graduation? She just wanted to get out.
 
Qadira looked in on her dad. He finished off his tv dinner. Waving her to come in the room, she brought the ottoman closer to him and sat down. She bent her legs up tight to her body, realizing Elliot still had her panties. She stared down, looking at the scratch marks done by her dragging the ottoman. 
 
"Did you see Ayesha hanging around the house?" Her father asked forking the last piece of the cobbler. 
 
"Why didn't you eat what mama made you?" She asked. Her mama cooked pot roast with carrots and potatoes three times during the weekdays. Then she rolled out the dough for the peach cobbler using Jiffy pie crust mix, add a cup of sugar, two sticks of butter, and finally two cans of peach with heavy syrup. She hadn't seasoned the dinner, and the dessert was only a bag of sugar.
 
"These women are trying to kill me or put me in jail." 
 
"Maybe you wouldn't keep doing them wrong," Qadira said, turning away from him. 
 
"Don't back talk me," he said.    

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​"Are you okay," Qadira asked, chasing him into the bathroom. Elliot wiped the sweat from his face and threw some clothes back on.   

"Baby you and I messed up," Elliot said. "You chose a side before you were guarantee anything."  

"I wasn't going to let him kill you," Qadira said. Then he could kill her also. "Why was he going to kill you?"  

"Some people hate on you," Elliot said, "when a white person make it out the game without scar from a bullet or knife wound."  

"What do you mean?" she asked.  

"I'm white, and he's black," Elliot said, sliding his pants on. "Jagged always was riding me about how I can walk away because whites are more privileges in the drug game."  

"Are you?"  

"I'm just a poor white trying to make it."  

Qadira sat up straight on the bed. The meal or the room didn't look inferior to her. He was just a few years older than her. She desired to get out the neighbor. What ghetto did he come from?  

He phoned an outside number, reporting the incident. A cranky voice spoke with hurry telling him to get to the safe house. He hung up the receiver, grabbed a rogue-colored sweater and khaki trousers. Qadira grabbed her panties. Jagged got up swinging popping Qadira in the mouth and giving Elliot a beat down.  

"Where's my gun, sister?" Jagged asked.  

Qadira searched the carpet for the gun then retrieved it. "Get out of here, or I'll shoot you."  

"Give a brother a break," Jagged said. "We supposed to be working together."  

"Because I'm black," Qadira fired the gun. Jagged bent to cover himself. Qadira laughed as she dripped heavy from her legs. "I'm in charge."  

"You're going to learn," Jagged said. "The whites are going to use you up and throw you in the trash.  

"You'll do the same," Qadira said. "It's doesn't matter the color, but I know one thing we're worse to our own, colored."  

  

Cut the Flow Chapter 13 part 4​

​This is the game she wanted to learn the kind that kept her hands clean, Qadira thought. As she followed him to the elevator, she scoped the lobby for Jagged and his partner. They got on the elevator and Elliot grabbed tight on one of her buttocks cheeks. Qadira jerked, wetting her underwear with hot liquid. He lifted her dressed and slip then put his hands in her underwear.
"You're not stopping me," Elliot said, "so you much like the touch. Take them off."
"Not here, in the elevator," Qadira said. Elliot reached over and stuck his tongue down her mouth, struggling to pull her panties down. His hands felt like silk against her lotion butt. Her temperature burned. Her panties hung loosely around her ankle as Elliot lifted her legs one by one to take the panties. Her mind emptied, and she followed Elliot to his room, watching him rubbing her panties under his nose. Then he unzipped his pants, pulling his penis out to wrap them around it. He unlocked the door, and she entered behind him.
Qadira made herself comfortable on the bed sheet, using it to soak up her drippings. Returning to the room naked, Elliot worked a condom on his penis. Qadira pulled off her dress and slip. She used both of her hands to unbuckle her bra. Her camisole tangled up with the bra, causing her to struggle. Only my dumb butt takes this long to get undress. It's her momma who tells her to wear a bra camisole and a slip. Elliot came over to her, and all she heard was his breathing. Her heart raced. 
She was going get some now, she thought, sex, money, and a setup. Elliot's body slammed into her.
Jagged dragged Elliot off her and begin punching him in the face and the chest. Qadira jumped Jagged from behind; he threw her on the bed.

"Leave her alone," Elliot said, squaring off to fight.  
Jagged staggered back after they jabbed at each other. Then he pulled a gun with a silencer aiming it at Elliot's chest. Qadira threw the pillow at the weapon. Jagged shot it. Elliot jumped him and started beating him down, knocking him out cold.

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​​Chapter 13 Part 3 

  

"First, you've got to sex me for I see if you are good enough," he said, moving his hands back for the waiter could set the plates down.  

"That probably won't happen even though you look pretty good," Qadira said squeezing the lemon over the seafood. She ate a few bites of it before speaking. He never stopped talking, he even kept going when she spoke. He did pause when two ebony colored men walk in with classic styled suits.  

Qadira couldn't help but keep her eyes on them. The one who had headed for the bar order a martini and scotch he used his fingers to show the amount he wanted in the second one. He picked up the two drinks and walked over to Elliot and her table.  

"The lady looks like she drinks a martini," the smooth-faced gentlemen said, placing the liquor in front of Qadira.  

Qadira took a quick sip. Then she shoved the two olives in her mouth. The drink left an after taste of sour milk.  

"What's up, Elliot?" the guy said, taking a chair closest to Qadira.  

"Jagged, I told you I'm going to retire in a few days," Elliot said. "I'm enrolled at the University of Michigan."  

"She's going with you?" Jagged said.  

"No, asked her where she's going," Elliot said.  

"I'm going-" Qadira said.  

"I didn't ask you because I don't believe anything this colored tells me," Jagged said, pointing a knife near Elliot's Adam apple.  

"Get from my table colored for I can finish entertaining," Elliot said, dousing his hush puppies with salt and pepper. Jagged got up and left the table. He rejoined his friend and went into the hotel lobby.  

"How you're going to teach me the game," Qadira asked, "if you leaving it?"  
"This best thing you ever going to learn, is colored people like Jagged and me go legit after we made enough money." Elliot waved the waiter over. "Serve our ice cream by way of room service."  

Cut the Flow by Frelisa Walker
Chapter 13 part 2 

Nachine threw her marked lunch trays underneath the prep counter. Sebastian hollered rolling on the floor. Blood gushed from his stomach.  

"Don't call the police," Nachine yelled. Delores dropped the gun and collapsed on her knees. Then she held Sebastian's stomach. 

"Get a towel," Nachine yelled. 

"You're kidding he needs a doctor," Delores said. "Call the ambulance."  

"I know somebody to call," Rochelle said. "He's a doctor, and no questions ask."  

  "Go call him," Nachine pushed her toward the office phone. A police officer drove her cruiser close to the restaurant window by maneuvering onto the sidewalk. She exited her vehicle to peer through the window at the front counter. Lingering near the front window, she tapped her fingers against her legs to stop them from trembling. She continued viewing the perimeter around the restaurant. She eased her cruiser's door open when she spotted Nachine coming to the door. Rochelle came up behind her, she had stopped from making her phone call. "Was there a shooting near here?"  

"No," Nachine said. The officer got back in her vehicle placing her gun on the passenger's seat. She drove off.  "Go make the call."

"Yeah."  

Nachine would benefit from this mess. She went back into the office and picked up the gun wrapping it in one of the restaurant towels. She would hide it among her things. She had Delores and her boyfriend on a chain, she could jerk it when she wanted too especially if the owner caused a beef about her selling dope. 

***  

Qadira sat across from Elliot. He was dressed in a silk tie with a matching silk suit. He reached for the menus and ordered a lobster for their main course and two scoops of ice cream for both of them.  

"You came out here to teach me how to run my game," Elliot asked.  

"No, I came to learn the game to perfect it for me," Qadira said.  


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