So Many Tears 2

by Nicole Jackson

  “Bae,” she whispered. “One more time. Please,” she pleaded.

  Releasing her nipple from his mouth, he started. “Kim—”

  “Say, nigga,” somebody tapped on the driver’s window, causing them both to jump.

  Instinctively, Rashad reached for his pistol, which sat beside him before narrowing his eyes. “Man,” he chuckled, as he cracked the window, while Kim lowered her shirt. “You almost got this work, nigga.”

  Taz stood with a grin. “Yeah, okay. If I was coming like that, you wouldn’t have stood a chance. Shit, I thought that something was up with cha. The fuck is yall doing in this hot ass parking lot? Anything liable to happen out here. My people just caught a body last week.”

  Rashad shook his head, because he knew better. “Aye, my nigga, I feel you. I’m bout to burn, right now. Baby got ya boy out here bad. Tripping like a muthafucka.”

  Taz chuckled. “Women, huh? They keep us off task every time, huh? I already know. But yeah, man, don’t get caught slipping up here. This aint the spot to chill. Know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?”

  “Oh, I definitely feel you.”

  “Real.” Taz coolly nodded. “Alright, then. I’m ‘bout to burn, main. But don’t forget to pull up tomorrow.”

  “For sho’.” Rashad nodded. “I’ma fuck wit ya.”

  “A’ight, my nigga. Be easy,” Taz chunked up the deuces, before strolling off.

  Rolling the window up, Rashad shook his head.

  “What?” Kim arched a brow.

  “You got me fucking you in the parking lot, like we aint in the middle of the jungle.”

  She smiled victoriously.

  Her smile was so infectious that it made him smile too. “The fuck is you smiling for, man?”

  “At what you just said.”

  “At what I just said?” he frowned in confusion.

  “Yeah. If the pussy can make you say fuck all these vultures out here and risk it all, right here and now…then I got something. When you choose common sense over the pussy is when I’ll start to worry.”

  Shaking his head, Rashad glanced up at the ceiling. “This fucking girl, man. God, what I’ma do with her?”

  Chapter 6

  Bugg kept his eyes trained on the BMW in front of him, as he gripped the steering wheel. Sucking old meat out of his teeth, he had a bitter taste in his mouth.

  “This bitch ass nigga literally switches cars like they’re his fucking drawls. I remember when his bitch ass aint have shit,” he commented, speaking to no one in particular, as the van he drove was filled with his three partners in crime.

  “Hell, yeah,” Titus, Bugg’s right hand, co-signed. “I remember when he aint have shit, either. Niggas forget that, though. I got something to bring ‘im back to reality, though.” He cocked his pistol back.

  “Real nigga shit,” Puddle nodded his head from the backseat.

  “Bitch ass nigga,” Kurt added for the hell of it.

  All four men were on a mission. Today was the day. It was Wednesday and time to run up on Taz and take him for everything he had on him. With everyone knowing Taz from around the hood, they knew his pedigree. For years, he’d been the muscle to a well-known hustler named Josh, therefore, you didn’t pull a gun on Taz, unless you intended to use it. That’s why no one in the van had any intentions of leaving him breathing.

  Shaking his head, Bugg attempted to dust off the drama from earlier. He’d gone home, only to discover that Alize had changed the locks on him. Needless to say, he was seething, and had he not been on a paperchase today, he would’ve knocked her teeth out of her mouth.

  “I still can’t get over that bitch Alize. It took everything in me to not kick that door down and drag her ass out of that apartment. Bitch had the nerve to change the locks on me,” he vented.

  Titus glanced his way. “Yeah, what’s up with that? I thought you had that in the bag?”

  Bugg sucked his teeth. “Man, fuck her. That bitch been selling weed and pills for some hoe and got to tripping, claiming that I’m interfering with her money.”

  “Shit,” Titus smirked. “Was you?”

  Bugg shrugged. “I don’t know, and don’t give a fuck. That hoe got her nerve. She lives in fucking Haverstock. She was lucky a nigga was even fucking with her.”

  Puddle chuckled. “Nigga, you was staying in Haverstock too. The fuck is you saying?”

  Bugg waved him off. “That was just something to do. But like I said, that hoe Alize got me fucked up.”

  “I mean, Alize kinda bad, my nig,” Titus admitted. “I think you fucked up with that one. She aint got no long rap sheet on her or nothing. And then you just said it yourself. She got her own lil’ hustle. You can’t never be mad at that.”

  Bugg shook his head. “Nah, fuck her. That hoe wasn’t breaking bread. She was spending all that money on herself and that lil’ nappy headed ass daughter of hers.”

  Kurt snickered. “You cold for that one, boi.”

  “I’m just saying,” Bugg carried on. “Now, this bitch ass nigga Taz got a bad one. Yall seen his bitch?”

  Puddle smiled. “Taraj? I follows her sexy ass on the Gram. I’d drink that muthafucka’s bath water.”

  Both Titus and Kurt nodded in agreement.

  “Yeah, she’s finer than a muthafucka,” Titus admitted, but that’s all he could bring himself to say. Realistically, Taz’s girl was just out of their league and he’d actually accepted that he’d never get next to the likes of her in this lifetime.

  “Yeah, now see, after we clip this nigga, she’ll be free. And after we come up off his back, we’ll be in position. So, when the time is right I’ma scoop her ass up and let her eat this dick every night. I’ll even play daddy to his lil’ son and shit. The lil’ nigga look cool and shit.”

  Kurt scrunched his face up, knowing then that Bugg was delusional. “This nigga.”

  Titus scratched his forehead. “Nigga, let’s focus on this money, cause now you talking crazy. You got three kids of your own that Ion never see you with, and here you talking about playing daddy to the next nigga’s son.”

  Bugg shrugged, as they rounded the block. They’d driven the route enough times to know that they were approaching Taz’s stash house, which was why all the passengers were checking their pistols.

  “Yeah, okay, home boy. Don’t try to shut me down just because you niggas don’t think big enough,” Bugg scoffed, as he pulled up to the curb, which was several houses down from where Taz’s BMW was now parked. “Look at his hoe ass,” he carried on. “Sitting in the car, taking his time and shit. Probably thinking that the world is his. Bet he don’t have a clue that today is the day. A nigga like me is finna show him just how ugly this shit can get.”

  Titus shook his head, as he cynically laughed. “Nah, he don’t have a fucking clue.”

  Kurt nodded. “Hell, yeah. Aye, I bet—”

  BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!

  Without warning, shots rang out, silencing every man in the van, giving them no time to react. Unfortunately, they hadn’t dotted all I’s and crossed all T’s, because they’d been caught slipping. While they sat, watching Taz, someone had been watching, and preying upon them.

  Dressed in all black, donning a ski mask, the gunmen calmly surveyed the van, ensuring that there were no signs of life left in the van. Once he noticed one man’s chest rise and fall, he pumped three additional hot bullets into him.

  BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!

  After pulling the trigger, the assailant briskly stepped back to the awaiting Ford Taurus, before the driver smoothly pulled off the block, leaving the van bullet riddled.

  “Damn,” Taz grumbled, as chills rushed through his body. He sat gazing through his rearview mirror. “I likes that shit. Rashad my lil’ nigga. He knows exactly how to get shit done. Just how I used to pop it. Hell, yeah.” He nodded, as he noticed blood begin to literally seep from the bottom of the doors of the van. “I gots to keep his ass close. For shit sho’.”

  ***
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  “I think you're truly something special. Just what my dreams are really made of. Let's stay together, you and me boy. There's no one like you around, oh baby—” Tamia’s melodic voice floated from the Benz’s speakers.

  “You sure you aint mad at me?”

  Kim cut at her eyes at Rashad. “How many times are you gonna ask me that?”

  “I’m saying. I know how you can be, man. You don’t play when it comes to your visits with Kay. Shit, I don’t, either. And we missed this weekend. I just don’t want you to be on no passive aggressive bullshit,” he insisted.

  “Okay.” She nodded. “Then don’t make a habit of it, is all I can tell you. But I’m good for now.”

  “Okay, cool,” he grinned, as he leaned in, kissing her lips.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she smirked. “Go ahead and butter me up. The fuck did you do?” she narrowed her eyes.

  He smiled. “What chu mean?”

  “Why you been all friendly, lately?”

  “What you mean?” he snuggled his head into the crook of her neck, sending chills up her spine. “I can’t love on you just because?” he kissed her neck.

  She giggled. “Nobody said all that.”

  “Then what are you saying?” he flicked his tongue, tantalizing her skin.

  Her clit thumped. “Rashad,” she found herself whining. “You gotta stop.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause…”

  “Cause what?”

  “Cause you’re getting me too hot. We gotta stop this. I’m really beginning to believe that my birth control is gonna fail or something. The fucking is too good to be true. Something is gonna happen.”

  Pulling back, he chuckled. “You crazy, girl.”

  She shoved him lightly. “You’re laughing, but I’m serious.”

  He chuckled heartily. “I know. That’s the funniest part,” he claimed. “You love me?” he always wanted to know.

  “With everything in me,” she answered honestly and with no hesitation.

  “You see,” he leaned forward, hungrily kissing her again. “That’s the shit, right there. A nigga can’t get enough. You be knowing what you be doing. What you expect me to do? Huh? Come sit on my dick, right quick. Better yet, come sit on my face.”

  She tittered. “OMG, I created a damn monster. You just don’t care, anymore. We just pulled up to these people’s house, Rashad. What do I look like fucking you in their driveway?”

  He sucked his teeth, truly not trying to hear her. “Man, we got tint. It won’t even take that long,” he reasoned.

  She pursed her lips. “I guess we’ll never know, because I’m not fucking you. It’s one thing when it’s the end of the night, but we just got here. So, hell no. And you don’t like to pull out, either. Hell to the nah. I aint about to be walking around smelling like a cum rag.”

  “Okay, I’ll pull out, then,” he lied with a straight face.

  Kim bubbled over with laughter. “You must see damn fool written across my damn forehead. You don’t even know how, nigga. I’m convinced.”

  Bitterly, Rashad dropped his smile. “Alright, it’s cool. Be that way. I’ma remember this shit too.”

  “So, now you mad?” Kim laughed harder.

  He glared at her. “Ion see nothing funny.”

  “If you say so,” she tittered. “I just let you bust three times, before we left the house, Rashad. Damn. I’m starting to think that you have a problem.”

  “I’m saying, maybe if you get off that birth control shot—”

  “Whoa, whoa, where are you going with this? How did we even get here? I could’ve sworn that we was talking about you wanting to fuck too much, and somehow you bring up my birth control? Nigga, what? How the hell does that make any sense?”

  He licked his lips. “I’m saying. Pregnant pussy is the kind of pussy that keeps me at bay a little longer. So, if you wanna stop laying on your back so much, then get pregnant or something. That’s all I can tell you.”

  Kim narrowed her eyes. “What the…Rashad, on what planet did that make any sense?”

  He shrugged. “It made plenty of sense to me.”

  “Nah,” she shook her head. “And you’re just lying through your teeth, anyway. You wanted to fuck all the time when I was pregnant too. Nothing was different. So, I’d love to know what the hell you’re talking about.”

  “I’m saying…I uh…I…shit, I just like pregnant pussy a little more. That’s all I’m saying, damn. So, let’s have another baby.”

  “Hell, no. The problem is you wanting to fuck too much. Not find ways to make you want to fuck more than you already do. The hell is wrong with you?”

  “Aint nothing wrong with me, other than you refusing to give me some pussy. My dick is hard, but you wanna play games. The fuck? You aint on ya job, right now.”

  “Damn, I am slacking, huh?” she eyed the teepee forming in his shorts. “I should at least suck it for you, right?”

  “Now, see, you talking with some sense,” he commented, as he pulled down his shorts.

  Seductively, Kim slid her tongue over her lips. “Yeah, I know. Pull that muthafucka out for me.”

  Anxiously, Rashad unleashed his erection from his boxers, and wagged it.

  “Damn, daddy,” Kim whispered, as she lifted her hand. Swiftly, she opened her door, and eased out of the truck. “You better bring your horny ass on, before you catch blue balls out here.”

  “Man, you always fucking playing,” Rashad groaned, as he stuffed his dick back into his shorts, before hopping out of the truck.

  “Uh huh, yeah, I know,” she yawned, as she took a long stretch.

  Glancing her way, Rashad had to admit that her hard work was really paying off. She’d been working out like crazy, and although she was still thick as hell, she’d managed to flatten that stomach. Therefore, she was walking perfection in his eyes, as she sported Nike dri-fit leggings along with a fitted racer-back tee. They were supposed to go working out later, but if he had it his way, she would spend her time burning calories on his dick. Matching her relaxed attire, he rocked Nike shorts and tee, along with Air Max’s. They’d both left their home on a mission but plans quickly changed once he’d received a call. So, now they were making a visit to this home for the first time, and surprisingly to Rashad, Kim had offered no objections.

  Examining the two-storied four-car garage home, Kim was thoroughly impressed. Rashad had definitely moved them into a lovely home, but they hadn’t quite made it to this level of excellence yet. Stepping up to the door, Rashad rang the doorbell, while he was sure that they were being watched via surveillance cameras.

  It wasn’t long before the glass double doors were swung opened, and they were greeted by Taraj’s warm smile. “Hey, yall finally got out of the car, I see.”

  Rashad chuckled. “Check you out, man.”

  “Hey,” Kim cheerfully waved, as they tipped into the house.

  “What’s up, friend?” Taraj asked, as she and Kim half hugged.

  Rashad furrowed his brows. “I’m surprised yall remember each other. Especially since the both of yall was drunk out of your minds.”

  Kim rolled her eyes. “Boy bye, stop trying to make us sound like some alcoholics or something.”

  “I’m saying,” Taraj co-signed. “We was just feeling good.”

  “Exactly,” Kim concurred. “But I definitely knew what I was doing. I said that she was my friend, and that’s what I meant. We just clicked.”

  “I know, right,” Taraj agreed. “I was telling Taz the same thing. I said that you was cool as hell. I can’t explain it. I can just tell. You know?”

  Kim nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. Them niggas just don’t understand where we’re coming from. Real just recognizes real.”

  Rashad stood, giving them both the side eye. The two were weird as fuck, if you asked him. He’d have to keep his eyes on Taraj’s ass. He didn’t know if Taz’s bitch was into broads or what, but he’d have to bust Taz’s bitch over her head, if she
thought that she was snatching Kim up. The shit wasn’t happening on his watch.

  “Anyway, let’s go, girl,” Taraj grabbed Kim’s hand. “We’re all chilling in the kitchen. Uh, Rashad, Taz is waiting for you in the den,” she revealed, as she guided Kim through the house. “Just head straight back. You can’t miss it.”

  Rashad nodded, as he closely regarded the way Taraj was holding his girl’s hand. “Yeah, alright. You can let her hand go, though.”

  Kim snickered, as she glanced over her shoulder. “Rashad, really?”

  “What?” he furrowed his brows. “You wouldn’t let me touch you. So, she’on need to, either.”

  Shaking her head, Kim turned her head as she and Taraj rounded the corner in the enormous home, before stepping into the kitchen. Taraj released her hand and copped a seat at the table, joining Rye’s niece, Keyasia along with another chick Kim had seen around but couldn’t remember her name.

  “Hey, Ms. Big Fine,” Keyasia spoke, referring to Kim by the little nick name she’d given her.

  “Hey,” Kim gleefully smiled.

  “Sit down, girl,” Taraj urged.

  Kim nodded, as she grabbed a seat at the table.

  “What’s up?” the third chick spoke. She was a gorgeous chocolate tone with curly hair and had a thickness that rivaled Kim’s.

  “Hey,” Kim retorted. “You’re…”

  “Jazel,” the chick answered.

  “Right, Jazel. I got it this time. I promise.”

  Jazel smirked. “Girl, it’s cool. I know every time we saw each other those drinks were flowing. If your name wasn’t so simple, it would’ve escaped me too.”

  “Right,” Kim giggled.

  “Here,” Taraj uttered, as she poured into a wine glass. “You’re drinking, right?”

  “I mean, I can. What is it?” Kim asked curiously.

  “Moet.”

  “Oh, okay,” Kim sighed, as if she was familiar with it. Grabbing the glass, she took a sip. “Hmm,” she moaned. “It’s good.”

  Taraj, Keyasia, and Jazel all smiled.

  Keyasia cleared her throat. “You don’t drink much, do you?”