She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  Amara had shit twisted.

  13

  Nehemiah

  “Come out wider for me on this shot,” I told my cameraman, Corey.

  At the moment, we were shooting Roxie’s video, and the shit was panning out way better than I’d imagined. Roxie was the first female artist I had that didn’t need much direction, which I guess was because she was a seasoned artist. But I’d worked with plenty of females in the industry that had been working for at least five years, and they still needed you to tell them every damn move to make like a Sim.

  “Whew, how was that?” Roxie inquired after I yelled cut. She was a bit out of breath from dancing.

  “So far, so good. Everybody can take a break while I watch the footage back. If everything is straight, we can move on to the last scene of the night,” I announced.

  “Okay. Make sure you let me know. I want it to be perfect for you.” Roxie switched past me. She was completely naked, only covered in metallic paint.

  “She likes you.” Corey smirked.

  “Roxie? Nah, she has a man, a man who is here with us, right now, by the way.”

  “Man or not,” he shook his head, pulling the footage onto this computer so I could see, “she likes you. You’re lucky as hell. The director gets all the females, but the cameraman don’t get shit.”

  “You can have them, bruh. I got a girl, and a fine one at that.”

  “Yeah, Jilly is—”

  “Chill out.” I elbowed him then pointed to the laptop so he could continue pulling that shit up for me.

  “It’s gon’ be a little minute due to the scene length and the horrible ass WiFi.”

  “Aight. I’m gon’ see if I can find a drink.” I pressed on, heading to the area set up for the crew and cast members to eat.

  Remembering that we did in fact hire a bar, I took my ass right over there to order some vodka straight.

  As I sipped it, I eyed the room, waiting for Jilly to text me back. Mac, Roxie’s boyfriend, and I made eye contact before he started my way.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. I ain’t have nothing against Mac, but he was a shit starter, as I’d explained already. I’d rather keep my distance from his ass as much as I could.

  “You got some skills, playa.” He nodded to me, taking a swig of his own drink.

  “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

  “I knew when I made the beat to this shit, it was gon’ be a hit like it was. My baby girl got flows, so when you put us together, magic happens.” He threw his arms out, cheesing.

  “I see that.”

  “You think y’all got some magic?”

  “Who is y’all?” I frowned, jerking my neck back a little.

  “You and Roxie, nigga. Who else?”

  “Nah, we don’t have no magic. I’ve never even worked with her before this.”

  “Chill, homie. You act like I asked if you fucked her.” He stared at me with a conniving smile as I sipped my drink, shaking my head at his ass. “Have you?”

  “No, I haven’t. I’m in a relationship.”

  Laughing heartily, he replied, “Since when does a damn relationship matter, especially in this business?”

  “Well I ain’t like the rest of you niggas. I’m faithful.”

  “Rest of us niggas? Wacko included?”

  Where the fuck did that come from? The latter part of his question was so out of left field that, for a few seconds, I tried to backtrack and figure out what I’d said to bring about such a question.

  “What does Wacko have to do with anything?”

  “Well you said ‘the rest of you niggas’ insinuating that all men in the industry fuck around, excluding you.” He peered into my eyes seriously, drinking some of his dark liquor. “So I’m curious, does Wacko cheat on Camarih?”

  “Why, bruh?”

  “You know why, nigga. Don’t play stupid. She fine as hell, and if homie is cheating on her, then I wanna try to slide up and see what’s good.”

  I chuckled, setting my now empty cup onto the table.

  “I suggest you leave that shit alone before you end up dead. Wacko is already off, but he really off when it comes to Camarih. And what about Roxie? She know you out here trying to smash other women?”

  “Hell nah she don’t. I’m trying to wife Camarih though, so if she’ll fuck with me, I won’t give a fuck what Roxie finds out.”

  “Well then you’d better keep your transgressions on the low, ’cause you and Camarih ain’t happening.”

  “Come—”

  “Nah, man, kill that shit. And if you bring it up again, I’m snitching on yo’ ass. Now we both know if I do that shit, you good as dead, my nigga.”

  Snickering lowly, Mac just stared at me. Even though he tried to keep his cool, I could see the hesitance in his eyes. He may have been a big fool who liked to start shit, but he knew very well that Tony would beat his ass or kill him.

  Tony wasn’t one of them niggas who asked questions or tried to get to the bottom of shit when it came to Camarih. If he even dreamed that you tried to fuck with her, he’d pull up on you.

  “Hurry this fucking shoot up so we can all go,” was the last thing Mac said before walking off, staggering a little bit.

  I got another drink, and by the time I was finished, Corey had stepped inside to let me know the footage was ready. It only took a couple minutes for me to see it was good, so I informed everybody that they could start preparing for the next scene. I noticed Mac was nowhere to be found, before Corey let me know he’d bounced, which was perfect. He was a distraction, and I had a feeling he was jealous of his girlfriend, despite how successful and popular he was in his own right.

  Just thirty minutes later, everything was set up, and Roxie, along with her people, were done with wardrobe and makeup. Only an hour had passed, and we were finished with the scene, which I was elated about. I was ready to take my ass home and relax with my girl.

  “Hey, Nehemiah. Do you think you can give me a ride to my house? Mac was supposed to drive me, but he left.” Roxie caught up to me. She was now fully clothed in black tights and a hoodie from one of her past concerts.

  “Later, nigga.” Corey smirked as he walked to his car, letting me know he’d heard what Roxie had asked.

  “Uh… one of your friends can’t take you home?”

  Roxie’s jaw dropped slightly before she let out a breathy chuckle.

  “Wow. I didn’t realize giving me a ride home would be such a hassle. But sure. I will try to find out if one of these video girls can drive me and find out where I live.”

  “Aight, wait.” I tapped her shoulder so she’d turn back to face me. “I’ll drive you, my bad.” I was letting Corey’s comments get to me.

  “Thank you.”

  I led her to my whip and helped her put her bag in the back seat before opening the passenger side door for her. Taking a deep breath, I hopped in.

  “Is this common?” I quizzed once we were on the road.

  “Is what common?”

  “For him to bounce on you when he knows he’s your ride.”

  “I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s common. He’s done it before, yes, but only when he was drunk, like tonight. He’s easily angered when drunk.”

  “Like most people.”

  Chuckling, she confirmed. “Yes, like most people.”

  I glanced her way, and she was staring out of the window like she was thinking.

  “Sorry about what I said earlier when you asked for a ride. You cool. I was tripping.”

  “It’s fine. I’m sure you think I want to sleep with you or something.” She finally turned to eye me while we were stopped. “I admire that, actually, the fact that you would turn down driving me home in order to stay faithful. You’re a rare breed, Nehemiah.”

  “I don’t think I’m rare. I just think females look in the wrong places. Broke niggas will cheat, so imagine if that same nigga got money, success, and females throwing pussy at him twenty-four-seven? You got to find a dude who got sense whethe
r he got racks and fame or not.”

  Roxie nodded when I briefly looked her way.

  “Mac used to be great like you, but he just changed, especially recently. It’s like he’s worse, so I’ve been trying to think if there was something I did.”

  “Don’t think that, because it ain’t it.” I pulled through the gates of her big ass house.

  “Why else would he be like this?” She turned her body to face me now that I had put the car in park.

  “Because he’s immature.” I didn’t want to say because he actually thought he could have Camarih. “There are plenty of niggas out there who would love to have you and would show it.”

  It got quiet for a moment before she reached over to caress my facial hair.

  “I wish it was you.”

  “Well—”

  “I know.” She turned to get her bag in the back after unbuckling her seat belt. “But if things change, let me know.” She pulled the lever of my car door and hopped out.

  I waited until she was safely inside and shook my head before leaving. Roxie was beautiful, way too beautiful to be throwing herself at niggas, because it was hard to turn her down. But I loved Jilly, I wanted to be with Jilly, Jilly was crazy, and lastly, Tony would murk me if I cheated on his sister. Wasn’t like I wanted to anyway. I would never ruin something solid for a nut.

  I got home twenty minutes after midnight and went straight to the shower. Jilly was in the living room watching TV, so when I got out, I put on my night clothes then joined her on the plush couch.

  “What you do all day?” I kissed her, throwing my arm along the back of the couch.

  “Why?”

  “What you mean, why? Because I want to know. I legit ask you this every day.”

  “Oh, right.” She giggled nervously. Why was she nervous? “I went to work.”

  “Okay, with who? You usually tell me all this shit over breakfast, but I had that five-a.m. call time.”

  “I went to work with Nala again.”

  “You okay?” I frowned.

  If anyone knew my girl like I did, they were well aware that she was talkative as fuck. She never gave short responses; she always followed it with a detailed explanation, no matter how simple it was.

  “Yes, I’m okay.” She kissed me slowly. “Are you okay?” She straddled my lap. Although she was acting weird, her pulling off her thin strapped pajama top put my mind elsewhere.

  “I’m great now.” I rubbed up and down her bare back then came to the front to squeeze her breasts.

  She had no panties on under her tiny pajama shorts, so I moved them to the side and revealed my dick through the boxer’s slit.

  “Mmm.” We cooed together as Jilly dug her nails into my shoulders. I had to shut my eyes for a moment because that was just how good this shit felt.

  “I fucking love you, Jilly,” I let her know, watching her face twist as she glided up and down on my dick.

  Biting her lip, she leaned back some while I kept her from falling, and wound her hips on me.

  “Baby.” She whimpered, releasing already.

  I just let my eyes roam her body as she kept going, ignoring the fact that she had cum once. Gripping her hips, I took control, slamming her down onto my shit until she came again, body shaking and trembling right along with her sexy voice. Pulling her in, I held her body while we tongue kissed, before lifting her and turning her back to me. Like clockwork, Jilly sat on it, putting her legs on the outside of mine so I could go deeper.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, watching her perfect ass as it bounced in my lap.

  I kissed down her spine, basking in the feeling of her walls, and once she’d let her juices flow twice, I hugged her back into my chest to pound her shit hard.

  Moments later, we were moaning together, loudly as hell but not giving a fuck, letting off seemingly at the same time.

  “Mmm.” Jilly fell back onto me, licking her lips while we both attempted to catch our breath. She threw her arm around the back of my neck while my hand caressed the front of her body as we pecked.

  After a minute of just kissing and touching, we got up, cleaned ourselves in the bathroom, then hopped in our comfortable ass bed together.

  “You know you the best I ever had?” I admitted as we lied together in the dark.

  “Yes.”

  “What you mean ‘yes’?”

  “Just what I said.” She pressed her chin into my chest so we could make eye contact. “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had. I can tell by the faces you make, like you can’t believe how good it feels.”

  That’s exactly what I be thinking while we fucked, so it was weird that she’d called it.

  “You just like yo’ cocky ass brother. I was just trying to pump you up by lying anyway.”

  “Yeah right!” She laughed, pecking me slowly. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” It got quiet then I asked, “If I tell you something, you promise to keep it a secret? Even from Tony?”

  “What is it?”

  “Promise me first.”

  “Uh, okay.”

  “Jilly, for real. You cannot say shit, or I will never forgive you for it, do you hear me?”

  “Okay, okay! What is it?”

  “You know that music producer Mac King?”

  “Yes. His girlfriend is the artist you just did a video for, right? Roxie?”

  “Yeah. Well anyway, he kind of pressed me at the video shoot earlier about getting with Camarih.”

  “What!” Jilly sat up to stare down at me.

  “Remember what you promised, aight?”

  “Why would you make me promise not to tell something like that? I have to! She’s my brother’s wife.”

  “Yeah, and your brother is also crazy as shit and won’t hesitate to kill the nigga. Is that what you want?”

  “I don’t give a fuck about Mac King.” She frowned at me as if she thought I was a fool for even thinking she cared.

  “I don’t either, but yo’ brother ain’t fucking Superman. What’s gon’ happen if he get caught up in this shit? He going to jail, and you never gon’ have him again.”

  Jilly’s scowl slowly dissipated, as my words seemed to seep into her mind.

  “Ugh!” She fell back onto her pillow, looking up at the ceiling. “Why did you even tell me?”

  “Because you my girl, and I thought I could talk to you as a friend too.”

  Glancing over at mem she replied, “You can, it’s just that’s my brotherm and I don’t like hearing stuff like that.”

  “Me neither. He’s my friend and put me on. But you and I both know how he is, especially when it comes to Camarih.”

  “If Mac gets caught on his own, Tony will kill him either way.”

  “I’m not gon’ let it get that far. I promise.” I kissed her forehead, bringing her to lie on my chest.

  I didn’t know why I said that shit, as if I could control the situation, but I just wanted to calm Jilly down so she wouldn’t squeal.

  “K.” She snuggled up to me.

  We switched the subject and just chatted until we dozed off.

  Around 2 a.m., I got up to take a piss but peeped my phone light up and the Instagram message ringtone go off. Grabbing my phone on the way to the bathroom, I saw it was a message from Roxie.

  RoxieBaby: Can’t sleep, are you awake?

  I started to type but then erased the whole message. Locking the phone, I peed, washed my hands, then took my ass back to bed. I wasn’t falling into any traps I would later on regret.

  14

  Camarih

  Some odd days later…

  “I had to FaceTime you.” Jilly walked through my house, and as she neared the kitchen, I could hear my baby yelling angrily.

  Upon entering, I saw he was slamming his little fists on his highchair, his bowl of food was flipped over and had stained his onesie, and he was going off in baby talk. I’d never seen him act like this.

  “Oh my gosh,” I mumbled.

  “See
, you and my brother thought I was joking about his little ass.” Jilly stopped right in front of my son as he continued to throw a fit.

  “Houston!” I called out, and the way his little face froze with his tiny lips parted was comical. He recognized my voice, so it made him look around a bit for me.

  “Your mommy caught you.” Jilly turned the phone so he could see.

  “What are you doing, baby?” I asked him as he reached to touch the phone. When he realized he couldn’t actually get ahold of me, he started to cry. He was so cute, looking just like a baby version of Tony. “Awww—”

  “No, don’t fall for this, Camarih.” Jilly looked into the phone as I chuckled.

  “I will be home soon. I just have a quick errand to run beforehand. So I will feed him when I get there.”

  “Okay. Let me tighten this bun before I pick his hair pulling ass up.”

  “Leave him alone, okay?”

  “Just hurry up, please!” she joked… I think.

  We got off the phone, and once I was done with some computer work, I shut it down then locked up.

  The sales of my products had been through the roof, and my facial spa stayed booked. I even had celebrities trying to come in now, which was bittersweet for me.

  Celebrities, even people that I didn’t really see as celebrities, like social media models, always wanted some free shit. They thought they could promise to promote and I would offer services for no charge. Nope. I was very skilled, one of the best at what I did, and if you wanted to experience it, you were gonna pay no matter who you were.

  I’d contemplated doing the whole free thing in exchange for promotion, but Tony reminded me that my business and products worked for themselves at this point, and I had magic hands worth paying for. And he was right.

  I locked up the shop, said bye to Avery, who was the guard Tony hired for my spa, and then left. I was going to stop by my mother’s home, just to check it out.

  I’d sold all of her furniture since she was serving prison time, and now I’d put her house on the market. The realtor advised that I have it cleaned and put in staged furniture to make it sell quicker, so I had that done today. I wanted to look it over just to see how it came out before the photo shoot tomorrow.