Pit Bulls in a Skirt

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Behind the gates of Emerald City, one of D.C.'s deadliest projects, is a million dollar empire guarded by the Gatekeepers--four fearless females who are more than just pretty faces. Nobody makes a move without them knowing it--including the hustlers who put them on the throne. . .

Under the pit bull-like watch of Mercedes, Yvette, Kenyetta, and Carissa, the money and the drugs are flowing into Emerald City. They've got heat packed in their designer purses, and as long as they're...

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Overview

Behind the gates of Emerald City, one of D.C.'s deadliest projects, is a million dollar empire guarded by the Gatekeepers--four fearless females who are more than just pretty faces. Nobody makes a move without them knowing it--including the hustlers who put them on the throne. . .

Under the pit bull-like watch of Mercedes, Yvette, Kenyetta, and Carissa, the money and the drugs are flowing into Emerald City. They've got heat packed in their designer purses, and as long as they're scorchin' the sheets with the hustlers they love, everything's cool. But when Yvette's man, Thick, goes on a power trip and brings an outside chick into the picture, the security of the operation is jeopardized and emotions run wild--on both sides. Once they shared their hearts, their beds, and their kingdom. But feelings are interfering with business. Now it's war. Who will win? The men who taught the Gatekeepers the rules of the game--or the women who are about to change them. . .

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758274687
  • Publisher: Kensington
  • Publication date: 8/7/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 543,931
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

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Pit Bulls in a Skirt


By MIKAL MALONE

DAFINA BOOKS

Copyright © 2008 Mikal Malone
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7468-7


Chapter One

The Hustlers' Ball December, Friday, 10:30 P.M.

Mercedes

It had been an hour since I hung up with my mother, and I was still pissed.

I couldn't believe she waited until the last minute to tell me she couldn't watch her own grandkids! Tonight was the wrong night for her to pull this bullshit on me. Mr. Melvin's yearly Christmas party, which we call "the Hustlers' Ball," was in an hour, and it was obvious I wasn't gonna make it.

Mr. Melvin, the property manager, started the parties at the community center in Emerald City to try to stop the violence. However, what he didn't realize was all he did was breed every hustler in D.C. that was in the game. It was the only time we allowed the security guards to open the gates for outsiders, but not without checking the list we provided for them first. We owned Emerald City and everybody in it. Nobody made a move without clearing it with us first. Even though D.C. government paid the guards, they received their real orders and real money from us.

With five buildings and twelve floors in every one of them, Emerald City was one of the largest projects in the city. Originally named the Frederick Douglass Housing Projects, the project acquired the nickname of Emerald City because all of the buildings had emerald green awnings.

Tucked behind the gates of Emerald City were Murry's food store, a barbershop, a beauty salon, and an arcade—everything you needed, including every kind of drug you could imagine.

"Ma, are you sure you can't watch them for me?" By now, I was begging my mother—something I normally don't do. But for the Hustlers' Ball, it was warranted.

"I'm positive. Bye, Mercedes!"

Click.

She hung up on me! I cannot believe she hung up on me! Man! I can't stand her sometimes!

I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. I started contemplating whether I should ask my son, who was sitting on the couch playing a video game, to watch his sisters for me. Asking Cameron Jr. was almost as bad as asking my mother. He had his own mind now, and that was somewhat scary. He was growing up very fast. I knew it was just a matter of time before he wanted in the game and in the life he'd been raised around.

Big Cameron already had him counting the cash we collected at the end of the week from the runners. And as long as he learned the ropes from his father, I had no problem with him dealing when he was ready, but he had to be ready. I loved this life and everything about it. Considering the power, the money, and the look on my man's face when he came through the gates and saw shit was still intact, this life excited me. There is no other feeling that can compare—outside of the way Cameron makes me feel when we make love.

"Li'l C, you sure you don't wanna make two hundred dollars tonight?" I asked him while he was playing Madden on our fifty-inch plasma-screen TV. "It'll help your momma out a lot."

I sat down and put my arm around him. He looked irritated, and I could tell he knew I was trying to butter him up.

"Doin' what, Ma?" he asked, never taking his eyes off the game.

"Watchin' your sisters," I responded, playing with his hair.

He looked at me with his big eyes and that beautiful curly hair like I had just asked him to do the worst thing in the world. Letting me know he wasn't going for it.

Cameron Jr. was thirteen years old and helped me out a lot with eight-year-old Chante and four-year-old Baby Crystal, but lately Chante was becoming too much for anyone to handle. And I made a promise not to force him to watch his sisters unless I was handling business, and I always kept my promises.

"Come on, Ma! All Chante gonna do is get on my nerves when you leave! She makes me sick sometimes! She cries the moment you go, plus she don't listen."

"Calm down, boy. I ain't gonna make you do anything. But you know the ball's tonight, and your Aunt Stacia and Dex gonna be here in a minute to pick me up."

Truthfully, I could've paid anybody to watch them, but I like them to be around their own things and in their own place. Plus I didn't trust just anybody in my apartment. And most of the muthafuckas I knew, who would have jumped at the opportunity to earn two hundred dollars for four hours, were fucking with that shit. So sending my kids with them or letting them watch them at my place was out of the question.

Between all of our clothes and our expensive furniture from overseas, I had over $200,000 worth of shit in my apartment. We did real well with the money the drug life gave us, so I didn't need anybody taking it from me because I messed around and let someone in my apartment who could later plot to rob us.

"If I say 'no,' you gonna be mad?" he asked.

"How can I be mad at you?" I rebutted. As I looked into my son's eyes, it never ceased to amaze me how much he looked like his father. "I'm just gonna be upset, that's all." I continued hoping he'd change his mind.

"Well, I don't wanna do it," he said, continuing to play his game and avoiding my stare. "All right, then," I said, walking slowly to my room. My tired attempt to give him time to change his mind. "Let me go tell your aunt the bad news."

I walked to my closet, which held Cameron's and my clothes. It was so packed that I could hardly find anything when I wanted it. Looking at the packed closet, I let out a frustrated sigh. I would be so happy when Cameron became a lieutenant, so we could finally move out of Emerald City. The bottom line was this: No matter how much money we had, we were still living in the projects. I knew it, even if the people around me chose to forget.

I grabbed my white Eddie Bauer ski jacket and zipped it up all the way to the top. I was just about to leave my room, until I remembered to grab my Marc Jacobs bag with "My Bitch" tucked inside it. My Bitch was the nickname I gave to the nine millimeter. I never left my house without it. I hadn't had to use her yet, but I was willing to ... if need be.

I walked toward the elevators. As always, the stench that met my nose reminded me of how nasty my neighbors were. I could immediately smell the dirty apartments and the trash, which sat behind their doors for far too long.

While waiting on the elevator, Derrick, one of the grimiest niggas on my squad, walked up to me. Derrick was a hard worker, but he had a tendency to try me from time to time. I was constantly putting him in his place. At first, I used to tell Big Cameron when Derrick got me wrong, but Cam started getting mad. He said that they'd never respect me if I kept running to him over everything they did. So I started handling stuff on my own, and I only came to him about the big shit.

"What up, Mercedes?" he asked as we both waited on the elevator.

"Nothin'." I did my best to keep my tone even, reminding him that we weren't friends.

"You goin' to the ball tonight?" he asked, still trying to spark up convo.

We stepped into the elevator and I met his stare with one of my own.

"Look." I paused. "You know I'm not with the small talk and shit. So unless we talkin' 'bout business, we ain't talkin'."

"Yeah ... uh ... I know," he said as we walked off the elevator. He looked all salty and shit. "I'm just tryin' to be cool with the female I report to, that's all."

I didn't respond. I let him walk ahead of me because I hated people walking behind me, especially somebody as grimy as Derrick. When we approached the exit to the building, I saw my girls on the steps.

Shit! They gonna be blown like shit wit' me.

Before he walked outside, I remembered I didn't find out the status of the dope fiend who gave him fifty dollars in counterfeit cash in exchange for some of the purest heroin in Southeast.

"Derrick!" I yelled before he pushed open the building's door. The cold air hit my face quickly before the door slammed shut again.

He turned around and walked over to me. "Yeah."

"What happened with that head? You handle it?"

"Yeah." He smiled as he smoothed the side of his face with his right hand and grabbed his chin. "We handled that shit. I think his funeral was last week."

"A'ight, but next time, get back with me."

"Yeah ... okay." He stopped, clearly still upset that he had to take orders from me instead of Cameron, even though it had been over three years now. "I'll try to remember that."

"You will remember."

He nodded his head and turned toward the door. When he walked through it, the night air hit me hard. It wasn't a match for my Eddie Bauer jacket, but it was hell on my jean-clad legs. You'd think by now I'd be used to the cold air, since I had to man my post for twelve hours a day for the past three years.

The first thing I saw when I opened the door were tight-ass cars driving through the gates. Damn! Rashawn from New York really did get the Lamborghini! She's a lucky muthafucka!

There were all types of high-end cars navigating the streets. Mercedes-Benzes, which happen to be my favorite, BMWs, Range Rovers, Bentleys, and Acuras flooded Emerald City's gates, heading to the ball. Some playas had gone all out, showing up in chauffeured Navigator and Hummer limousines. Seeing the cars got me horny, and now I was even madder at my mother. For a second I even contemplated making Li'l C watch his sisters. But like I said, I never break my promise.

I saw my girls handling business as usual, in designer dresses and fur coats, while waiting for Stacia and Dex to scoop us up. The community center was a ten-minute walk because EC was so big, so we were better off driving, which only took about two minutes.

I laughed when I saw them dressed up while handing out orders in front of the building. And as always, Yvette was the loudest.

"Look ... don't tell me you got it if you don't, Dramon! If shit ain't right when we get back, you might as well leave town. I'm not fuckin' around wit' you!"

"I got it, Yvette," he said, with his hands in his pockets, shaking his head with confidence. "Y'all ain't got shit to be worried about tonight. Me and my soldiers holdin' shit down."

Most of our soldiers were between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. Cameron said Dex liked them that way because they showed respect; and above all else, they were hungry for that money. He said the older they got, the more rebellious they became and wouldn't take kindly to women giving them orders. Once they reached that rebellious age, he'd cut 'em off. However, if they were good, he'd put them to work outside Emerald City. He wanted as little distractions for us as possible. I respected his plan, but Yvette didn't give a fuck. She was ready to handle them no matter how damn old they were. And most of the soldiers, if not all, feared or respected Yvette. She could handle shit with the best of the men.

While Yvette was briefing the soldiers, the others turned around and saw me standing there not dressed for the occasion or the night.

"What you doin'? Why ain't you dressed?" Kenyetta asked as she looked me up and down.

I had to give it to my girl. She was killing a red dress, Fendi heels, and the red-and-black lace mink Fendi purse to match it. Kenyetta was five-seven, with dark, pretty skin and Indian hair, which fell to the middle of her back. Tonight she had it up in a classy bun. Men killed for Kenyetta, but she belonged to Dyson, one of the members of the Emerald City Squad.

"Yeah ... what's up wit' that, Cedes?" Yvette asked after finishing with the workers, who were now at the bottom of the steps manning the gates. "Go put your shit on. Dex and Stacia will be here in a minute," she continued as she pulled out her compact to check her lipstick.

Yvette wasn't the prettiest—but with the money she earned, and the power she had, she quickly became one of the most wanted women in the projects, along with the rest of us. She was a shortie with big titties and a phat-ass to go with it. We joked all of the time about her being one sandwich away from being overweight. She hadn't always been that way. I guess running Emerald City's gates and leading the soldiers took its toll on her body. She had a smooth amber complexion, and sported a short, spiky haircut. Her hair was always fierce, regardless of what she had going on.

At five feet five inches, she was the meanest bitch you could ever come across. I gave the soldiers leeway on certain shit, but Yvette didn't give them any on anything. She was in charge of security and made it clear that she wasn't the one to be fucked with, skirt or not. She would carry any nigga anywhere if the money was fucked up or if they were caught slippin'. Being the baddest bitch, it was only fitting that she fucked with the meanest nigga of the Emerald City Squad. And Thick was the only man who could handle her.

When he came into the room, you couldn't help but respect him. Even the scar on his face made you wonder about the life he led.

"Don't start with me. I'm mad enough as it is," I said, brushing off their comments. I wasn't in the mood to go into what happened with my two-faced mother.

"Don't start with you? Bitch, tonight is our night! This is the only night we get recognized for the shit we go through in EC! Ain't no otha project, outside of Emerald, being held down by bitches!" Carissa insisted.

Carissa was usually laid-back, but not when she felt passionate about something. She looked just like a young Salli Richardson, only better. Her skin was the color of copper, and she didn't have a flaw on her body. Not even a mole. She wore her hair in a jazzy bob, which brushed her cheeks every time she moved. She was beautiful.

The niggas gave her the most shit because she was short and cute; and when they saw her, all they thought about was fuckin'. But just like we all dealt with members of the Emerald City Squad, Carissa was no exception. She was messing with Lavelle. And the niggas around here knew if anybody loved their woman, he did. He wouldn't have a problem putting two to the heads of any niggas who disrespected him or her.

"Go and get dressed!" Yvette insisted. "Stacia just called and said she'll be out front in a minute. They comin' through the gate now."

"I can't roll, y'all. I'm serious," I said, tucking my hands back inside my warm pockets. "My mother can't watch the kids tonight."

"Please say you playin'!" Yvette yelled. "Damn! Call her! I'll see if she'll do it for me."

"Don't waste your time. I tried offering her four large and she still said no."

"So you ain't playin'?" Yvette asked in disbelief.

"Naw, I'm not playin', but I wish I was. She messing with Mr. Brown again and she think I don't know that shit. You know his wife's out of town this week at that Mary Kay convention."

"Mom's wrong as shit," Kenyetta said, shaking her head.

"Tell me about it. But y'all go ahead. Just tell me how it was," I said, trying to hide the fact that I really didn't want them to go without me. We did everything together. And I wanted to see if they would ride or die with me for real.

"Look ... why don't you let Tina watch 'em?" Yvette suggested.

She already knew the answer to that, so I don't even know why she let it fall out of her mouth.

Tina and her badass kids lived with Yvette from time to time when her mother, who lived across the hallway, put her out. Regardless, there was no way in hell I was letting her watch my kids. Besides, Yvette's apartment was nasty and too junky for my taste. The last time I let Crystal stay over Yvette's, she came back with bumps all over her arms and face. I think they were roach bites, and I was mad as shit with Yvette. I got over it after a while, but I made a promise that it would never happen again. Yvette's my girl, but she could take better care of her crib. I'm surprised Thick's big ass ain't put her in her place yet.

"Naw, I can't do that. You know I like Li'l C to be at his own house, around his own things."

"You spoil those kids rotten!" Kenyetta said. "And Li'l C damn near runnin' the place." She giggled.

Before we could get into anything else, Stacia and Dex pulled up in front of the building in his silver Hummer. Stacia looked beautiful. Her white fur coat was the first thing I saw before her glossy lips started moving.

"Party night!" she screamed through the open window.

"No, she didn't get the white mink I wanted!" Carissa said. "Dex stay lacing her up!"

"I know. Don't she look beautiful?" I added, trying to hide the fact that I was slightly jealous.

The cold air blowing through the window pushed her long hair into her face and teased her fur coat. Her honey brown skin was flawless. She was so beautiful that no one questioned why Dex chose her. We walked down the steps and by the soldiers who were already guarding Emerald City.

(Continues...)



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    Posted March 20, 2013

    Great book

    This book was a excellent read and I have and will recommend to all my friends. I look forward to more great books in the future.

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  • Posted July 12, 2010

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    A fast Read

    "Pitbulls in Skirts" is the epitome of what can happen after a woman has been scorned. The women in this novel loved their men, stood by their men and would protect them by all means necessary. But in all essence these women loved each other to the point that they would die for one another. They had a simply understanding that if their men crossed them at any time, life for their men would never be the same. The end result, meant taking their lives. I finished this book in two days and I am looking forward to reading part 2.

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  • Posted May 25, 2010

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    Ok Read

    I read this book twice. The first time I loved it. A year later I read it again and it wasn't as good to me. There were too many extra characters. It's no longer a favorite.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2014

    this was an ok read...definately not my favorite...the main char

    this was an ok read...definately not my favorite...the main characters were kinda all over the place and it was waaaaaaay to many characters to keep up with...good book to read if you're bored but definately not worth the 11.00 i paid for it...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2013

    Enjoyed it

    It started off slow for me and it wasn't until page 72 until it got better and the story picked up, but overall the book made me curious enough to want to read part 2.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2012

    OMG.... I couldn't put this book down, completed book in two day

    OMG.... I couldn't put this book down, completed book in two days!! I must read Pitbulls in a skirt 2, however I'm going to choose Pitbulls in a skirt 2 for my next book club meeting!! GREAT JOB, Mikal Malone 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2012

    I would read part two

    I liked this book. Not only did it have a nice storeline, it was a quick read

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    Posted March 21, 2012

    Good

    Very good im waiting on part four to come out.. def a must read all three of the books are

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    Posted January 24, 2012

    Sexy

    I love this book.I just qant more action in it.Ig ya know what im sain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Posted September 1, 2011

    Real Good Read

    I actually wish the book had more bedroom action but overall i enjoyed the read. I wanted to know more about how bad these girls were in the bedroom as well as holding down EC.

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    great book loved it.i'd buy it for all my freinds and sisters

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    I read this book in less than 4 hours, could not put it down. At the end it stated Pitbulls In A Skirt 2 coming soon WHEN?????

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