​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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Cut the Flow Chapter 12 Part 5

​​"We all need them," he said. 

Nachine blew into her hand walking away and then tasted her hand. She smelled no odor. Nachine carried her belongings outside. Valerian arrived within a few minutes. Khalilah was sitting up front in the passenger seat with one of her feet on the dashboard. Nachine snatched the door opened.  

"Get the bags," Nachine said.  

Khalilah turned in the car seat. Nachine gripped her arms then yanking her out the car. Khalilah shoved her back. Nachine pointed to the bags and got into the car seat. Khalilah grabbed them up and threw them in the trunk. She squeezed into the back seat of Valerian's car. He drove one street over to 9 Mile and Greenfield where a two-story brick home had a two door garage. The garage door opened up, and a red K car was inside.  

Khalilah's car, Nachine thought. Get rid of that first. "Why she is not in school Valerian?"

"She won't go back because of-" 

"I've set up all the action in Southfield High and made the connection with Black Finest," Khalilah said. 

"Did you established the pipeline?" Nachine asked. 

"Khalilah got a meeting with the Black Finest," Valerian said parking in the empty spot of the garage. "After establishing a connection with the Black Finest, Khalilah and I can venture out on our own." 

Valerian got out the car taking Nachine's bags. Nachine turned in her seat. 

"When did you start running my family?" Nachine asked.

"When you couldn't protect it."  

"Valerian and I hid out from the cops," Khalilah said following Valerian into the house, Nachine joined them in the living room. 

"Come on Khalilah," Valerian said, "I still want you educated. Go back to Southfield High or least find a night adult ed school. I'll get you into adult ed. Then you'll be smart enough to run things."

Khalilah rushed towards Valerian, "Me taking mess off Nachine and waiting for you to respect me in the drug game. This is  wrong."

"When do we go meet the Black finest?" Nachine asked.  

"The meeting is next week on-" Khalilah paused. "With Valerian and I."

I'll meet the competition, destroy them then move on, Nachine thought. She took the bedroom that had a single bed. It was near the front door. ****Then in a separate bedroom, she stored her dope. Nachine left earlier next morning for work using Khalilah's car. She argued with her for about an hour. After slamming a fist in her face, she took the car keys and went.
At work, Nachine started the prepping by wrapping the single pickles for lunch meals then added an ounce of cocaine in wax paper on individual mark trays. She had written a small X in the corner of the Styrofoam tray.  

"Are you almost finished with the prep?" Delores asked. 

"No, I've got to pull the pork and smoldered it with sauce and pull the buns from the freezer," Nachine said. 

"Hurry up, stop taking all that time wrapping some stupid pickles," Delores said. 

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​Chapter 12 Part 4

"That's all you've got, witch," Qadira said, "you can call the cops anytime."

It was six o'clock. Qadira had already snuck off into the back and changed into a golden glitter dress with shoes to match. Nachine left out and avoided teaching her the lesson of being overdressed. Nachine went ahead and rode with her. They went up to Nachine's room and freshen up before coming down to the dining area. The blonde headed guy had returned. This time he kept his eyes focus on, Qadira. Nachine tapped her fingers against the table that Qadira and her shared.  

"Go over there and introduce yourself before he stops gawking at you. 

"Isn't the man suppose to come to me," Qadira said. "I am the woman."

"Get your butt over there," Nachine said grabbing her hand.  

"I am not a prostitute," Qadira said snatching her hand away. The waiter from yesterday morning brought a wine bottle. He dropped a folded paper in front of Qadira. Rocking the wine in its ice bath, he spread his legs apart.  

"You know I am old enough and she's not," Nachine said sticking her wine glass out to him. "Fill my glass." Qadira opened the note and read it before Nachine snatched it. Ditch the crone with the bottle and join me.

"A mother shouldn't read her daughter's info," the waiter said taking the note. Then he balled it up.  

"I see you later at work," Qadira said.

The little twerp ran from her chair joining Elliot. Nachine could care less. She returned back to her room and called Valerian on his phone number. 

"Hey, little crap where's my cut?" Nachine asked. 

"Quiet down Nachine," Valerian said. "I wasn't ready for you yet. Everything is not set up." 

"Come to pick me up on Evergreen and Ten Mile Road and prepare a room for me where you are living," Nachine said. She slammed the phone down and emptied out the room of her belongings. She called her favorite snotty clerk over to check her out.  Then he tossed her two complimentary mints off the counter. Nachine consumed the mints with two bites and a forced swallow. 

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​Chapter 12 Part 3
"Find out who is running the pipe and get the evidence how it ran," Prosecutor Vaal said.
First, she would have to get hers, Nachine thought. Prosecutor Vaal got up and stood behind her.  

He whispered, "Ten million dollars a week flows through the pipeline. Valerian and Khalilah have benefited well." 

"Valerian has never kept me from any drug money," Nachine said firing at the No Standing No Parking sign. Valerian dived to the concrete. 
"Fire again, you go to jail for keeps today." 
"I find the information you want, but I get to kill Valerian and Khalilah if this true," Nachine said.  

"Do what you like but make sure I get all the information I need. An ambulance siren interrupted the conversation. Nachine took off, glancing back to see  Vaal or if another cop was following her. No, they formed a circle around Prosecutor Vaal. 

Valerian decided to make a drug pipeline. Nachine thought. She had to find out how he got the suburban gangsters to work with Detroit ones. She arrived at work and put a couple of hours in before Qadira approached her.

"I inform my mother I'm doing inventory tonight so that I can go out to Southfield with you," Qadira said folding her arms acting like she was ready for what was about to come. Qadira could be useful by hooking up with Elliot he looked like some big white kingpin. Young, naive girls wanted dumb white guys to go to the ghetto to save them from poverty.

"We meet in the lobby," Nachine said. 

"Why can't you drive with me," Qadira said. "I can change there." 

"Good idea I can stop taking the bus for good." 

"I'm not driving you around all day," Qadira said frowning her face. 

"No, I want you to give me your vehicle," Nachine gripped her hand, "Or I'll contact the cops about you daddy hiding out in the house." 

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​"I'll start tomorrow," Brice said. He had to kill the source from within that was tearing up his school and after his kids again. "See you tomorrow morning." 

*** 

Nachine hated riding on a crowded bus, the other riders who rode could make you have a lucky day by dropping their money or they would give her a nightmare ride. Today it was Nachine worst nightmare as she rode the bus clutching her shopping bags. Two guys in their mid-forties came and sat around her.  

"Your perfume smelled good," he said. Nachine tried looking around the rest of the bus for some help but the other passengers kept to themselves. Common on, she thought. The one close to her had a big curly wig on with a trench coat. After giving her a long sniffed, Nachine elbowed him. Then she yanked the bell for the bus driver to stop. She pushed passed the teen girl blocking the aisle, getting off. That colored better not flash me. 

Are they after dope? Nachine tightened her hands around the bags. Both of them got off at the rear door of the bus. The sniffer moved close to her. 

"Don't ignore me," the sniffer said, removing his curly wig off. 

"Prosecutor Vaal, playing dress up," Nachine said.  

"You too fool," Prosecutor said looking around his surroundings. There were small office buildings and houses that surrounded the bus stop. One bench with paint and advertisements peeling off had the only place to sit. He gestured for her to sit on the bench. Nachine examined it then she plopped down on it.  “I could arrest you now but you became nothing in the drug world but everything to me. What would be the better life for you, snitching or begging your way back to the top?”  

"If I can still kill I'm a threat to you and anyone," Nachine said clicking her gun. "I can take you out and him." 

"Don't you want to be back on top with a free get out of jail pass?" 

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