“Girl…money can’t fix everything. His money definitely can’t fuck me right. Shit,” Anya grumbled, causing both Kim and Taraj to fall out from laughter.
“This hoe got feeble dick problems,” Taraj jested, while leaning into Kim. “Sis, nooo!”
Anya paused. “Hey. It aint that damn funny.”
Kim wiped her tears. “Bitch, it really is. Aint no way in hell I’d be with a nigga who aint fucking me right.”
“Exactly,” Taraj co-signed. “Issa deal breaker like a muthafucka.”
Anya narrowed her eyes. “So, sex has never been the issue in either of yall’s relationships?”
“Hell no,” they both answered in unison.
“Whatever,” Anya scoffed. “Well, everybody aint got it like that. So, consider yourselves lucky.”
Kim’s laughter simmered down. “But I wish that my problems were as simple as sex. I’d suck all the dick in the world. Shit is crazy these days, and I just don’t know what to do. He keeps saying that giving up aint a option, but I’m truly getting tired.”
“Okay, so, do you,” Anya insisted. “You keep saying that he’s doing him, anyway. I mean, at least if you had a side nigga then you’d have less time to focus on what he’s not doing. It’s a win/win. Then maybe you can find your happy again.”
Taraj sucked her teeth. “Bitch, don’t let Anya lead you to the ocean, when you’re mistaking it for a lake. Getting in over your head and shit. You and her are dealing with two different types of niggas.”
Anya frowned. “What does that mean? And Taraj, don’t sit here trying to act holier than thou. You can’t convince me that you some type of angel. I reads well, and a angel you are not.”
Taraj cleared her throat. “I couldn’t put up a front, if I tried. I aint shit, baby. Taz knows that. I got some shit with me, but I know how far to go with mine. I know what kinda nigga I got. So, I’m not finna let him catch me with nah one of these niggas out here. I already know how that’s gonna go. That nigga will fuck around and make our kids some orphans. I can’t have that. So, like I said, you and her are dealing with two different niggas. We see how you move and I’m guessing that if Bebo catches you he might go upside your head, or even put your business out there on front street. But you’d live to be a hoe another day. I’m not sure if we could say the same for Kim, though. That’s the difference. Rashad’s a wild card. He might kick her ass. He might kill that nigga. Or he could do them both. We don’t know that. So, Kim needs to keep that in mind before she runs off listening to your ass. Your nigga aint cut from the same cloth. Yall are dealing with two different animals.”
Anya’s eyes traveled over to Kim’s face. “Kim, Rashad is in the streets and all, but he don’t get down like that, do he?”
Kim gulped, as she rubbed the back of her neck. “Girl, niggas in the streets do all types of shit. I’m not sure what you’re asking me, right now.”
Anya reclined in her couch. “What you say.”
“Anyway,” Kim sighed. “Do you still have that dude’s number in your phone?”
Anya squinted. “What dude?”
“You know? Ole boy we ran into when we were at the lake.”
Anya snapped her fingers. “Lickz, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, well, yeah, I never deleted his number,” she revealed, while scrolling through her cell. “You wanna call him?”
Kim smiled. “Yeah, dial him up.”
Taraj clutched her forehead. “This hoe hardheaded.”
Anya waved Taraj off, while she called Lickz on speaker.
“Hello,” he answered with music playing in the background.
Butterflies brewed in the pit of Kim’s stomach. However, it wasn’t because she’d heard Lickz’s voice. Just that quickly, he was reminding her that he was probably no different than Rashad. With him, the streets probably came first, and she’d have to catch him while she could in between plays, as he flipped through the hoods, making moves. Already she was tired and thought about ending the call. Street niggas were too much stress and aggravation and she really didn’t need anymore of that in her life.
Rolling her eyes, she pursed her lips. “Hey, is this Lickz?”
“Yeah, who dis?”
“This is Kim.”
“Kim? Kim, who?”
She shook her head. “You know what, this was a bad idea. Never mind—”
“Wait, wait,” he halted her. “You called me, but now you taking it back? Where they do that at?”
“Yeah, I am,” she scoffed. “Exactly how many Kims do you know?”
“Shit, about five. Three of them being my cousins. Are you going to hold that against me?”
She laughed. “I guess not. Kim is a common name.”
“Wait a minute. I know I aint tripping with myself. Is this the Kim I been waiting to call me for like forever?”
She sucked her teeth. “Nigga, please. Don’t try to use reverse psychology on me, while you make me say enough until you realize who I am.”
He chuckled. “Hell, nah. Come on, baby. A nigga aint even gotta work that hard. Stop playing. This that big fine muthafucka with a nigga. You wouldn’t give me your number, and you put mine in your homegirl’s phone.”
Kim smirked. “Okay, so, you do know who you’re talking to.”
“Fucking right. So, you finally decided to call a nigga. I aint gon lie, I’m honored like a muthafucka. I been tracked your fine ass down. I follow you on the Gram and everything. I’m a fan. But enough of that. If you called me, then that means that ya nigga aint acting right. So, you ‘bout ready to switch to the other side?”
“Hmmm, I don’t know. I guess that I might be testing the waters.”
“Is that right?” he questioned, before his line clicked. “Say, you mind holding on for a second?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“A’ight, bet.” He clicked over.
Taraj rolled her eyes. “Bitch, you should’ve told his stalking ass that you’d call him back. We aint got time to be holding on.”
Anya and Kim laughed, right before Bebo waltzed through the front door. “Aye, what’s up, yall?” he spoke to everyone.
Abruptly, Anya ended the call to Lickz. “Hey, bae.”
“Hey,” Kim and Taraj replied in unison. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” Bebo sighed, while traveling into the kitchen. Due to the open layout of the apartment, he was pretty much still in the same room with the ladies. “Aye, Kim, how my nigga Rashad doing?” he questioned, as he proceeded to make himself a sandwich.
Kim rolled her eyes. “Fuck him.”
Bebo chuckled. “That’s cold. Why you doing my boy like that, man?”
Kim sucked her teeth. “On the real, me and your boy aint seeing eye to eye, and are the verge of going our own separate ways.”
“Well, damn, I aint know it was like that. You just fucked my head up with this one.”
She pursed her lips and lifted her chin. “Bebo, come on, now. Keep it real. I won’t say nothing. You know damn well Rashad be doing his thing. So, stop acting like this is coming as a surprise to you. I know you be seeing him around. Be for real.”
“Nah,” he shook his head. “I mean, I be seeing him around, yeah, but I don’t know about shit else. I see that man getting money and staying out of the way. That’s it. Every blue moon I might see him in the club or something, but I aint never seen on no out the way shit. Anya can tell you that, cause I would’ve told her, if nothing else.” He glanced at Anya.
She nodded. “Yeah, he’s telling the truth.”
“Right,” Bebo continued. “That man be about his paper from what I can tell. Shit, just the other day I ran into him. It was like six in the morning. He was still out getting it. I caught up with him, as he was leaving a spot. He looked dog ass tired. I told that nigga to go home and get some rest, cause I could see it in his eyes. He was tired. He said that he had been at it for days, and that you was gonna be mad at him. So, he said that he was finna go
home and let you have the whole bag he just made. I was like ‘nigga, the whole bag?’ he said ‘the whole bag’. I told him that that was love and he said you is who he do it for.” Bebo shrugged.
Taraj arched a brow, as she gazed at Kim. “Did he come home with a bag for you?”
Kim sat absently gazing at a wall. “Maybe.”
Anya glanced at her girl and shook her head. “And what did you do after that?”
Kim gulped. “Fought him all morning long.”
Taraj poked out her bottom lip. “Aint that something?”
Bebo yawned as he shook his head. “Yall women crazy, man. Never satisfied.” He ambled back to their bedroom.
Right on cue, Anya’s cell rang. Glancing down at the screen, she smiled. “It’s Lickz.”
Kim took a deep breath. “Go ahead and block him.”
Anya scowled. “Why?”
“I’m not gonna play the game dirty, Anya. I’m not finna pretend that Rashad aint got my heart in a chokehold. I’m in my feelings like a muthafucka and was about to do something real stupid. But that aint me. Either me and him are gonna get our shit together or I’ma leave. But I’m not gonna fuck that man. I can’t go out like that. I’m better than that or I at least try to be.”
Chapter 15
“I was riding 'round in the V-12 with the racks in the middle. Had to pray to almighty God they let my dog out the kennel. When you get it straight up out the mud, you can't imagine this shit. I been pullin' up in the drop tops with the baddest bitches. Young nigga been focused on my check. Mhmmhm. Got a new coupe wrapped around my neck. Mhmmhm. Tryna put the water on my Patek. Mhmmhm. I got killers to the left of me. Mhmmhm—" Roddy Ricch and Nipsey blared from Kass’ Lexus’ speakers, as she leaned against the hood of her car.
Crazily, she’d become a true to life ghetto celebrity, and had a whole crowd of boppers surrounding her, showing fake love. Kass was no lame and knew exactly what it was, still she soaked up the attention, all the same. She was a young hood chick, having things and wasn’t trying to be humble about it. Bitches didn’t hesitate to shit on her, and it was now her time in the sun. She was definitely going to capitalize on her moment, enjoying every second.
Everybody on the west knew that Kass was getting to the money. She had a nice townhouse, decked out with the finest furniture, and a closet overrun with designer clothing. Amongst commoners in the hood, she was a queen which was why she’d often still hang there, where her wealth stood out like a sore thumb. She appreciated the admiration she saw in so many impressionable girls’ eyes, as they gawked at all her worldly possessions. They clearly wanted to be her, and that gave her a feeling that money simply couldn’t buy.
Rocking Fendi prints, down to her fanny pack Kass was bringing the heat in the middle of the week. As of late, she’d been a tad extra, as Rashad showed his face more often. In her heart, she knew that her efforts were paying off, as things were beginning to work in her favor.
“Aye, Kass, that nigga Miles been trying to fuck with you hardbody,” Diamond, a local bopper reported, as she stood on the sidewalk, right near the Lexus.
Kass sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “His broke ass.”
Diamond frowned. “That nigga aint broke. He be moving shit.”
Kass pursed her lips. “Clearly, my version of broke and yours are different.”
A few chicks standing around laughed.
Lulu, Kass’ friend shook her head. “Bitch, stop the games. Diamond aint lying…this time. Miles got a coin, sis. So, that aint the issue. He just aint that nigga Rashad. Let’s just call it what it is.”
“Now that’s the truth,” Rika, Lulu’s cousin, spoke up.
“Hoe, please.” Kass rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, you know what it is,” Rika insisted. “Everybody around here knows what it is. You lil’ Rashad, baby. These niggas know it too. That’s why they keep their distance. They’on want no smoke.”
Kass giggled. “Nah, that’s that hoe Kim’s issue.”
Lulu sucked her teeth. “Fuck a Kim. That hoe about to be old news, anyway. As far as I’m concerned, she’s just the BM at this point. When is that nigga at the house with that hoe? Tell me that?”
Kass smiled, before singing. “Neverrrrrr.”
“Exactly.”
“Wait, bitch, then yall should see how many times that hoe be calling his phone,” Kass tittered, placing up a hand. “That cold blooded muthafucka just turns off the ringer on that hoe. Then that stupid bitch will go get on the Gram and do some thot shit to get his attention. Just like a fucking bird. The hoe is pathetic. Over there starving herself and shit. Dropping that weight and being the finest muthafucka around aint enough to get that nigga to stay at home. Bitch just can’t accept that the nigga don’t want her ass.”
“Cause he still loves your ass,” Lulu concluded. “I keep telling everybody that. Watch. When it’s all said and done yall gon be back together and that hoe gon wanna slit her wrist.”
“Aye—” Kass began when she was rudely interrupted.
“Which one of you hoes is Kass?” a slim, tall, rough looking light skinned broad with a head scarf wrapped around her hair questioned, as she hopped out of a van.
Everyone paused, as they watched four vehicles file in after the van, and several girls hop out of each.
“What the fuck?” Lulu mumbled, not recognizing any of the faces.
“The fuck you looking for me for?” Kass fumed, not thinking clearly. Anger had consumed her, as she hadn’t considered that she was grossly outnumbered.
Needing to hear nothing further, the girl charged at Kass full speed ahead. “Bitch, what’s up?” she gritted, as she threw vicious blows.
Kass stood her ground, exchanging blows with the taller girl, until she felt her body being jerked in various directions. That’s when she accepted what was happening. They’d shown up and were jumping her ass.
***
“Pass the blunt, hoe,” Taraj persisted, as she tapped Kim’s shoulder.
Kim giggled, as she passed her the blunt. “Oh, my bad. Damn, this shit is so gratifying to watch. My toes are curling and shit. All I need is some popcorn.”
“I know, right,” Taraj concurred. “You see the way they’re dragging her down the sidewalk?”
“Hell, yes.”
“I think Keyasia should throw a few extra dollars their way for that one. This is some good shit. They’re definitely giving us our money’s worth.”
Kim nodded. “On God.”
For five minutes now, they’d been parked in the back of the lot, watching every second of the action. Kass’ friends had scrambled to help her, but they couldn’t do much. Keyasia had anticipated Kass having minions surrounding her, therefore, she made sure to send more people than anybody would naturally expect. It would literally take the whole hood to fight off this number of girls, so Kass was up shit creek without a paddle.
Although Kim suspected that Kass was after her man, this wasn’t even about Rashad today. Apparently, Kass had been on a rise socially, and was now running in some of the same circles that Kim circulated in. She was even frequenting Rye’s salon now and called herself developing a friendship with one of the stylists at the shop. Kass had gotten so comfortable with the stylist that she’d gossiped with the stylist, speaking ill about Kim, and calling her desperate. The stylist wanted badly to hang with Rye, Kim, and the crew, therefore, she messily served up Kass on a silver platter, revealing private texts. Kim was livid as she read texts about herself and how Kass was telling people that her man didn’t want her, she was starving herself, amongst several other things. So, although, there was no confirmation of an inappropriate relationship with Rashad, she knew that the bitch was out of line, and she was now being dealt with accordingly.
“Damn, that hoe is bleeding from the mouth,” Taraj laughed, as she pointed.
“Good. I hope they kicked her teeth out,” Kim gritted.
“Damn, friend,” Taraj cringed. “That’s pretty vicious.
And they said that you used to be a church girl.”
“Yeah, well, she caught the devil at home today.”
Taraj smirked. “No bullshit, huh?”
At this point, the fight had turned into a brawl, as more cars began to pull up.
“These bitches are starting to call their people,” Taraj acknowledged. “I hope those hoes got enough sense to start heading back to their cars. They did what they came to do.”
“True,” Kim agreed. “The longer they hang around, the more time they give people family members to pull up. They were supposed to stick and move.”
Suddenly, Taraj gasped.
Kim’s eyes bucked. “What? What’s going on?”
“Bitch, I just saw your man hop out of a car with a chopper.”
“My man?”
“Yes, Rashad. Him and Bogus just jogged across this lot with fucking army guns, bitch. Shit is about to get crazy.”
“What, what? Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Taraj nodded. “I’m dead ass serious.”
“I, I gotta stop him,” Kim stuttered, frantically, before hopping out of her Audi. Seeing Rashad aiming his gun at one of the girls she’d sent to handle Kass sent her barreling across the lot. “Rashad, no!”
Rashad glanced over his shoulder and was completely thrown off when he laid eyes on Kim. He’d shown up with murder on his mind, after receiving a call about Kass being jumped by at least 20 bitches. Everybody in the hood knew that touching her was equivalent to touching him, and it just wasn’t tolerated under any circumstances. Then Kim…she’d been banned from the area, flat out. So, her being there made absolutely no sense. This had to be the twilight zone.
“The fuck is you doing here, main!” he barked, while lowering his weapon. He did this with confidence, because Bogus still had his heat, and was ready to drop a bitch.
Kim stepped up to him. “Come to the truck, right quick. Let me talk to you.”
Most of the girls who’d shown up to fight took that opportunity to bolt. Clearly, shit was getting real, as they saw Rashad and his friends show up with the guns.
He frowned. “Come to the truck? Is you for real, right now? I know you see what the fuck is going on. My people out here, main. I’m finna handle these hoes. Ion give a fuck. The same way I’d do, if it was you.”
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