20
The Swedes followed the people in bathing suits until they finally made their way to the side gates of the pool. None of them had moved since they got there, their eyes just slowly staring at the different shades of people laughing loud and dancing up on each other. People were jumping into the pool and splashing wildly.
But what really got their attention was the heavy gyrating and loud music that seemed to be happening all around the pool. In their homeland they didn't see too many Africans and if they did it was in very small groups. The boys couldn't help but feel a mixture of curiosity and horror due to how mostly women's bottoms were grinding up on men's crotches or both their crotches were grinding into each other with the music. Speaking of music, what kind of music were there even hearing.
Rap. When in many cities of the 80s timelines, they noticed many of the African Americans they came across liked this genre of music and hip hop. Two ladies with braided hair passed by the gates smirking and winking at Oscar who just stared at them uncomfortable. Numerous people noticed them standing there and were already muttering about them.
"Who are the white boys?" someone asked.
Tell me whatchu need, bitch you know a young nigga got
Pills to the weed, Poppy Street, niggas 'bout that profit
I'm the dopeman, out here servin' dope to nigga's mommas
I'm the dopeman, tell me whatchu need, I got that
Oscar and Otto jumped at the sudden bass drop of the music and frowned some as they looked around more seeing this song made more of the strangers before them get out of the pool and dance with red cups attached to them. Axel sneered some wondering where their girlfriend was in all this.
I don't need a gun just to melt a nigga brain
I could pull up to the slums with a quarter ki of 'Caine
I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman
I can get you high, baby I don't need a plane
You should hurry up and buy 'cause we sellin' everything
I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman, get with the program
Get with the program
There was so much skin being shown. If they wanted to be naked they should just be naked. Axel began to walk along the gate, eyes wandering the entire scene trying to find their Escort. Some men mean mugged Otto as they passed. Maybe it was him being the largest of the three or his scar across his eye that made him stand out, but he had no problems glaring back feeling already challenged to a fight by all who stared. Finally they made it to the gate and stepped inside, their boots getting wet already by the soaked men and women who were laughing and holding hands as they walked by.
Alright, alright, alright, we gonna do it just like this!
I need a kilo of everything you mufuckin' got, we tryin' to sell it all!
Crack, coke
Spend the summer days sellin' hay
Spend the summer nights sellin' white
Feds settin' traps on the A
Yams had the Act' in the ice
Alright, tryna make a dollar bill
Don't hide, pay me mine and getcha mama killed
Whatchu need, whatchu got? Makin' plays
'Til I'm laid in the grave, gettin' paid
I don't need a gun (gun!) Just to melt a nigga brain nigga (brain!)
I could pull up to the slums (slums!) With a quarter ki of 'Caine ('Caine!)
I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!)
I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!)
I can get you high (high!), Baby I don't need a plane (plane!)
You should hurry up and buy (buy!) 'Cause we sellin' everything (everything!)
I'm the dopeman (I'm the dope, I'm the man!)
I'm the dopeman, get with the program (I'm the dope, I'm the man!)
Get with the program
This music seemed to put everyone in a state of total lust and euphoria as they danced by the pool. And the Swedes stood out more and more as they walked, their usual blank stares and lifeless eyes ruining the vibes of everyone. Suddenly the song changed, the sound of a low thumping song began to play and immediately everyone began to cheer wildly, throwing their hands in the air as if something was going to happen. The brothers just stopped on one side of the pool and looked around completely lost, but noticed everyone running to the grass where the dancing was taking place as if preparing for something. Axel looked at his brothers and they looked at him with a shrug having no clue what was happening but by the beat of the music they knew something horribly was about to happen.
Girl you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his last, yeah
Hoes frown when you pass, yeah, they mad, yeah
You gon' ride in the Jag, yeah, with that head
You could smoke or buy a bag, yeah, of grass, yeah
Got money I can flash, yeah, and trash, yeah
I'ma big timer nigga, yeah, pull the trigger, yeah
A playa hata flipper, yeah, grave filla, yeah
I be slangin' wood, yeah, out the hood, yeah
Let it be understood, yeah, it's all good, yeah
Got a nigga schemin' large, yeah, on the hard, yeah
A smooth little broad, yeah from out the projects
A nigga do a trick, yeah, on the dick, yeah
You claimin' you want a picture, that ain't shit, yeah
The nigga with the money, yeah, don't act funny, yeah
Got birds and I'm runnin', yeah, bout a hundred, yeah
Immediately, the women all around were squatting, shaking their bottoms to the music and for once, all three boys tilted their heads as they watched the women dancing hard to the music, men grinding up on them, their hands running up and down the girl's body.
"Are we at some sort of orgy?" Otto asked completely horrified. His brothers couldn't even form an answer. Everywhere they looked there seemed to be some sort of gyrating and movement.
"Maybe we are on set of a porno." Oscar replied. Axel stiffened at the thought and continued to look around. A woman with long blue hair pulled back passed him with a flirtatious look over.
"How you doing sexy?" she asked and Axel just looked her over before looking at his brothers. Suddenly Oscar hit Otto hard making him frown at him before noticing their youngest triplet was pointing to the other side of the pool. They followed his fingers across the pool before their eyes immediately widened. They saw their Escort, their girlfriend, grinding against the air laughing and rolling her hips against the beat of the song.
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Hoe, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up
Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up
You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up
Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up
Girl, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up
More girls flocked around Anja as they danced and moved their hands over each other. The girl, Shantay was behind her grinding her hips into Anja's butt and they all seemed to be lost in the power of the music. At first, the Swedes just stared trying to comprehend everything they were seeing, until they noticed men were starting to swarm around them like the group of people basically dance fucking each other in the grass in front of the speakers.
Oscar and Otto looked at Axel wondering if they were going to approach or not, but for now Axel just stood there crossing his arms as if having some conversation with himself about how he felt seeing his girl dancing in such a fashion. All three men watched their girl dancing, eyes devouring her as she rotated her hips in a way that they each knew very well when she was on top of them in heated passion. The jewelry she had on spun around her body as she spun her body about. She moved so sensually, so powerfully. Oscar wouldn't deny the hard on that was starting to form in his pants at the thoughts that rose in his head.
The three could accept her dancing like this, but what they wouldn't accept were the men that started to move up on the women grinding and locking their hands on their hips and butts. The Swedes knew their Escort had a bottom and no one was going to touch it except them. Axel began to walk forward leading his brothers around the pool.
Anja's POV
This was a time of going off and letting yourself be free. As someone yelled beforehand, Back that Azz Up is our national anthem and I was not afraid to cut lose. As I shook my hips, getting lost in the music, I could hear people chanting all around me.
"OH! OH! OH! OH!"
Wow I really needed this. As more people started to move about us, I noticed flashes of white cutting through the melanin in the pool. My dancing began to slow as I realized who was inside the pool's perimeter. All three of my boyfriend's walking side by side, eyes trying to stay focused on me, but I could see they were definitely taken aback by this party. I moved through the crowd until I was finally standing in front of him. How much did they see I wondered?
"Hey…" I said awkwardly. The boys just looked me over some white brows flexing and arching as they examined me. I placed my hands on my hips. "Like my dance?"
The three looked at each other before looking at me and giving casual shrugs as if they weren't bothered. Axel just motioned his head toward the exit.
"We have mission." he said lowly. Before I could respond, Shantay approached with a smile.
"Hey daddies! You came to party with us. Although you're overdressed." she exclaimed and the boys just looked at her almost with disinterest and Axel just motioned at me to get my things. I looked at Shantay.
"I have to go." I replied and she pouted.
"What you just got here." she whined. Otto and Oscar began to look around some noticing some of the men were slowly starting to stand around them. I guess the vibe the Swedes gave off wasn't exactly welcoming. I looked at Shantay.
"Sorry. But we got some stuff to do." I replied and moved to grab my bag from our small group of chairs.
"Aye these guys bothering you?" Wayne, a friend of Shantay's I've met before, came over. Axel looked at the large man with disregard. I was used to his facial features, but to a stranger, anyone would think Axel had intentions especially when they're dressed like they're hiding guns in their large coats. "Man who are these mass shootin' looking mother fuckers?" I moved up to Wayne with a smile standing between him and Axel.
"They're cool Wayne, they're my roommates and they're from Sweden, they don't fully understand our culture." I told. One guy with braids was staring down at Oscar who just looked up at him, his lips twitching into a smirk. Wayne looked at three before raising his hand to point it down at Axel who was already frowning.
"Hell man needs to show some respect." he demanded. Axel's frown hardened as he looked at the finger in front of him. I raised my hands to Wayne.
"Wayne, it's all good." I replied. Axel raised his hand to my forearm and gently gripped it and began to pull me away. I let him pull me, only for Wayne to grab me suddenly.
"AYE MAN DON'T PUT YOUR HANDS ON A FEMALE LIKE THAT!" he demanded. The small gang of men made moves to walk up on the brothers and immediately and before I could blink, guns were out, and pointing at the men as the brothers stood back to back. Axel's gun was sticking right into Wayne's forehead and I shouted.
"NO!" I demanded standing between the gun and Wayne's face. The sound of chanting transitioned into screaming as everyone began to run.
"Oh shit these niggas got guns!" someone yelled and that made everyone scatter. I wasn't stupid I was sure some of these men had guns too. Axel just stared blankly at Wayne, even with me standing before him. I slowly put my hands on his wrist.
"We gotta go." I said the sounds of sirens already coming down the street. Someone must have called the cops on the party to begin with. Axel stared at Wayne a bit longer before putting his gun away. Oscar and Otto and did the same and he took my hand and we took off through the crowed as well slipping through the crowd. People quickly ran from us since the boys stuck out like sore blonde thumbs. Once we got into the house, I placed my back to the door panting heavily. I moved to the window and glanced out the window. Fuck I hoped we weren't seen running here. I looked at the boys to see them just removing their jackets and setting their guns on the table as if nothing happened. I frowned.
"What was that about?" I yelled approached them. They all looked at me with a frown.
"He started it." Otto replied. I shook my head.
"You pulled guns on them. God you have no idea how bad that could have ended. And you embarrassed me in front of my friends!" I snapped. Axel frowned more stepping up to me pointing to the door.
"Those are not your friends! And please he didn't want to just be your friend. Besides any guy who puts his hand on you will lose their life." he growled. I shook my head watching as he just turned away as if the discussion was over.
"Even if that was the case, you had no right to pull a gun out there. None of you did!" I snapped. All three brothers looked at me stunned, frowning more.
"In case you haven't noticed, we're not just regular men. We are killers. Anyone who gets in our way we will kill them. He was in our way and you should not have interfered." Axel replied. Oscar and Otto just nodded in agreement. I gawked in shock.
"You cannot just kill everyone in this time just because they challenge you. Lord you could have punched him in the face and that would have been okay!" I yelled. They all just scoffed and waved me off and it made me even more pissed off. "You are not to go anywhere near me if I am out with my friends in the future."
"You're not going out with that girl ever. She will get you into trouble." Axel said. I tensed heavily not believing my ears. I stepped up to him quickly and he frowned down at me as we looked at each other will challenging eyes.
"You can't tell me who I can and can't hang with just because a guy may be there." I stated. He leaned closer to me.
"Watch me." he stated, his accent angry. I felt my body heaving angrily looking at Otto and Oscar. They didn't seem to disagree with their brother. I glared at Axel now.
"I am sleeping alone from now on." I replied. Axel's eye twitched at my words and I turned and moved down the hall.
"We have a mission!" he called out.
"Then good luck! I'm staying here!" I replied and slammed the door. I knew I couldn't stay here, but that didn't mean I was going to go along happily.