Streets of New York. Mark Anthony

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      Promise picked up his cellphone and dialed Audrey’s house number from the Jeep.

      “Hello?”

      “Audrey?”

      “Yes.”

      “It’s Promise. We’re outside,” he informed her.

      “Oh. Why don’t y’all come in? My homegirl isn’t ready yet.”

      “Ahight,” he said clicking off.

      “What she say?” Squeeze asked.

      “She told us to come in.”

      Promise was about ready to exit his Jeep when Squeeze said to him, “Hold on.”

      “What’s good, nigga?”

      “Why da fuck you bring da gat for?” Promise barked.

      “Nigga, I don’t know these bitches. You never know,” Squeeze said lifting his shirt and revealing his .380.

      “It ain’t dat kind of party, Squeeze,” Promise stated. “Leave dat shit in the car, Squeeze.”

      Squeeze lifted the gun from out his waistband and hid it under the passenger seat. “You happy, nigga?”

      Promise didn’t reply. He stepped out and headed toward the front door. Squeeze was just a few steps behind him. They got to the door and before he could ring the bell, Audrey opened the door smiling.

      “Hey you,” she uttered, cheesing as she peered at Promise. “Who’s your friend?”

      “Audrey, dis is Squeeze. Squeeze, dis is Audrey,” he introduced.

      “Hey… Squeeze huh? Where do y’all come up with these names?” She giggled looking at Squeeze. He’s cute too, she thought.

      “What up, luv,” Squeeze said in a deep toned voice.

      Promise stared at Audrey and complimented her, “God, you’re beautiful. You look nice.” He bent down to kiss her on the cheek, inhaling her scent.

      “Thank you. You’re looking mighty fine yourself too and you smell so good. I like that cologne you have on.”

      “I can’t come to your crib stinking and shit. Gotta smell nice.”

      Audrey liked that. A nigga thugging like him, looking the way he was and smelling sexy. He was fine.

      Audrey had on a denim miniskirt with the shin high boots, a tight white shirt, and her breasts protruded out something lovely. Before they headed out, she threw on her denim jacket. Her sinuous hair fell gracefully down her shoulders. Her beautiful presence lit up the room.

      “Where’s your friend?” Promise asked.

      “Oh, she’s in the bathroom. Y’all want something to drink, a snack maybe, while we wait for her?”

      “Nah, I’m good,” Promise said.

      “What about your friend?”

      “Nah, I’m good, luv…thanks anyway.”

      “Well, y’all chill out and give me a minute. Let me go get my friend. She be taking forever sometimes,” Audrey said leaving the room.

      “Damn, nigga…dats you?” Squeeze asked soon as Audrey was out of their sight.

      Promise smiled. “She fine, right?”

      “You fucked her yet?”

      “Nigga…chill…it ain’t even like that.”

      “Whatever, nigga…you know you want dat. All I know is her friend better be just as fine or I’m gonna embarrass the bitch. I tell you Promise, she better not be coming back out here wit’ a fuckin’ baboon leaching on her back.”

      “Nah, she told me her friend is cute. She vouched for her.”

      “Ahight, nigga…we’ll see. I’ll be the judge of dat.”

      They sat and waited for about ten minutes until Audrey stepped back in the room with her friend following right behind her.

      “Everyone, this is Camille,” Audrey introduced.

      Damn! Both men thought at the sight of Camille. Audrey was right she was definitely a cutie. Camille was light-skinned with a slender sexy figure, brown eyes just like her friend, and her breasts a lil’ plump, not a handful like Audrey but they were right enough.

      She had long braids, freshly done, and they went down her back. She was dressed in a white mock neck and pleated skirt, white stilettos that made the structure of her legs definitely stand out, and her sweet lips were glossed out.

      Squeeze was unquestionably impressed by her looks and the way she stared back at him. It was on and poppin’. No regrets here for either of ‘em.

      They piled into Promise s X5. Audrey rode shotgun and Camille hopped in the back with Squeeze. Promise drove out to Jimmy’s Bronx Café, out in the Bronx. The four of ‘em talked, laughed, and cliqued lovely; everyone was feeling everyone.

      The ride ended in front of Jimmy’s Bronx Cafe around ten thirty. It took Promise ten minutes to find a decent parking spot. Afterwards, the four of ‘em strutted into the place looking like two million dollar couples. Audrey walked close to Promise and Camille was next to Squeeze. The host of the restaurant sat the four near the oversized window overlooking the Deegan Expressway. Being the gentlemen that they seemed to be, both men pulled out the chairs for their ladies.

      “Thank you,” both ladies uttered simultaneously taking a seat.

      “This is nice. I never been here before,” Camille said glancing around.

      Promise and Squeeze sat opposite of each other. Both men looked like true ballers sitting with their attractive dates for the night.

      “So, gentlemen, I’m curious. Why do y’all call y’all selves Squeeze and Promise? I know y’all mammas ain’t give y’all them names,” Camille inquired.

      Promise smiled. “Actually, Promise is my middle name. I don’t care to disclose my first name at dis time.”

      “Why, state secret or your mamma gave you a geeky name?”

      “Nah, I just don’t like a whole lot of folks knowing my government like dat,” he explained.

      “What about you, Squeeze? I mean, what’s that about?”

      Squeeze let out a slight chuckle. “I’m wit’ my nigga Promise here. Squeeze is what every nigga out there on dem streets know me by and they don’t know me by no other name. Dats how I like it and dats how I keep it.”

      “So, y’all some two gangsta ass niggas, huh?” Audrey joked.

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