Hittin' the Bricks: An Urban Erotic Tale Read Online Free Page B

stood in line for hours tryna be seen up in there. And not just anybody could walk up to the door and get in, either.A murderous- looking security crew kept things on lock outside, and if you didn't have a VIP pass from an insider, or your name wasn't on the guest list, it didn't matter if your ass was Tupac or Biggie Smalls. You wasn't getting past security and you wasn't getting in.
    “Dayumm!” Alex
squealed as they eyed the crowd. “It's about to be banging up in that spot tonight! I wonder who's performing? Forget about
Shakez
and India's ass too! Tell Mister Cabbie to pull over. Let's jump out this bitch right now! I can text India and tell her to meet us inside Bricks!”
    Eva shook her head. “Come on, Alex. We ain't dissin’ India like that. And besides, you said you wanted to sing at
Shakez
tonight. This could be your big chance to get in that contest and blow it up. Nah,” she said as the cab pulled off, “we ain't going to no club without India anyway. The way that girl shakes her ass?”
    The Harlem walk- up they lived in wasn't much different than the tenement Eva had lived in with Rasheena and Jahden in Brooklyn, but at least it felt like a real home. Eva's aunt Milena was her papi's older sister, and even though Milena had taken a bad stumble with drugs herself, she was one of those addicts who had gotten back on her feet and tried to be somewhat of a mother to her child. Eva's papi had been two years younger than Milena, and they used to be real close when he was alive. Eva's grandparents were Dominican and had come to New York as teenagers to find work and a better life.
    Eva's papi's name was Marco, and him and her aunt Milena had the same silky black hair and coffee- colored skin of their parents. When Eva's mother, Rasheena, was younger she had had the kind of body and good looks that could devastate a club full of gay men. Papi had been wide open on Rasheena from the day they met at a mutual friend's card party in theBed- Stuy neighborhood of Brooklyn. Eva had inherited the best from both of her parents. Her skin was dark cocoa and real smooth, just like Rasheena's. Once she stopped getting high and started eating regular meals it was clear that she had gotten Rasheena's stacked body too, maybe even a better version, but Eva's hair came mostly from her father. It was jet black and silky when she blow- dried it, but let that stuff get wet. She'd be walking around with a thick mass of puffy curls that hung halfway down her back. It was something that Eva both liked and didn't like. Black folks acted like she thought she was cute because of it, and Dominicans all over Harlem called her nappy- headed and screamed on her to get a damn perm!
    “Your mami is a queen,” Eva's papi used to say all the time. There were stars in his eyes each time he looked at Rasheena. “My beautiful black queen.”
    Papi had moved to Brooklyn to get next to Rasheena, and not too much later they had Eva. But destiny just wasn't on their side. Life seemed to shit all over Eva's family no matter which way they turned. Her grandparents were burned to death in a suspicious house fire. The police thought it mighta been a crackhead trying to stay warm in the basement of their building. After that, her aunt Milena got messed up behind some worthless baller who had hand problems and liked to beat on her. The guy had a big problem with Fiyah, so Papi used to go get his nephew from Harlem and bring him to their crib in Brooklyn all the time. Eva and Fiyah were only a year apart in age, so they hung out together and became close.
    But life took a fucked up turn for both kids when Eva's father died. Papi used to work construction for this Italian family in Brooklyn. He didn't get like, trained in school or nothing, but he was a fast learner so they put him on and paid him decent doe under the table. It was a hot day in August and Papihad been doing roof work out in the sun for ten hours straight. When it was time to get off work he