She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  I laughed and shook my head.

  “Wow.”

  “Wow, what?”

  “Yo’ husband is willing to let you get locked up for life? He must really love yo’ ass.”

  “He does, and he wants my soul to be with God when I go. The only way that can happen is if I make this right by doing the time.”

  I nodded as I headed toward the door she was standing by. Brielle was fucking tripping. I didn’t give a damn if the hoe died or went to jail, but if her confessing would come back on me, then that was a muthafuckin problem.

  “I’m glad you got all that shit figured out, but I suggest you go back to wherever the fuck you came from, and move the fuck on.”

  “Tony—”

  “I meant what the fuck I said. You do or say anything to take me away from my wife and kid, you and yo’ nigga gon’ be greeting God a little sooner than you’d like.”

  “I don’t care what you say, I am going to—argh!”

  With the quickness, I gripped her frail ass neck, squeezing hard as fuck. Her pretty hazel eyes bulged out of her head as she stared me down with so much fear that the shit was hilarious. I watched, pulling a candy from my pocket, unwrapping it, and shoving it into my mouth, using my free hand. When I felt like two more seconds would cause her stupid ass to go brain dead, I let go, making her collapse to the floor.

  Squatting down, I gripped her jaw and asked, “You feel where the fuck I’m coming from?” She just gaped at me, breathing hard, so I gripped her jaw tighter, causing her to wince.

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “Get up. Go.” I roughly grabbed her bicep to make her stand, then shoved her ass past the threshold of the door.

  I locked up my office using the code, no keys, as Brielle rushed down the stairs. Quickly, I shot Sean a text to let his ass know Jilly was the only muthafuckin sister I had, and if he let that bitch in again, I was gon’ split his shit on sight.

  The club was still jumping, so I made my way down the steps to leave. I was gon’ walk straight through, no bodyguard needed, because muthafuckas knew not to come at me. As I passed the bar, I heard a familiar female voice in a bit of distress.

  “Okay, thank you, now please let me by.” Brooklen frowned up at some nigga who kept trying to touch on her.

  “I love all your mixtapes. I can’t wait until your mainstream shit drops.” He grinned down into her face as she unsuccessfully tried to pry her arm from his ashy ass grip.

  Making my way over, I said, “Aye, nigga, you gotta get the fuck out.” I then waved for one of the security muthafuckas to come escort him.

  “Nah, just let me get an autograph fro—”

  WHAM!

  The nigga had the nerve to reach up and touch my shoulder as he responded like we were cool, so I slapped the dog shit out of his ass, making him spin like a two-time ice skating champion. Just as he slumped, security caught him, dragging his ass out.

  “Thank you, Tony—”

  “Move.” I cut Brooklen off, darting to her nigga who was standing here the whole fucking time. “Yo’ bitch is my merchandise, so the next time I see you standing the fuck around while another muthafucka messes with some shit that makes me money, I’m knocking yo’ ass out.” I spoke through clenched teeth, as the music blared over the club.

  “Aight, aight.” He nodded repeatedly, I guess hoping I didn’t shame his ass like I just did cuz a minute ago. He was already privy to this heat from the last time we spoke.

  I turned to leave, but when I saw Brooklen still there with her drink, I said, “Take yo’ ass home. You got shit to do tomorrow.”

  “Okay!” She replied obediently as I continued through the big ass club and left.

  I was going to get some food from the waffle house portion of The Pink Cherry, but I was sure Camarih had cooked, so I changed my mind. And when I got home, it was confirmed.

  In the oven was a plate for me, covered with foil. She’d piled it up just enough so that a nigga was stuffed when I finished, and after putting my plate and drinking glass up, I brushed my teeth then showered.

  I checked on my son, kissing his cheek, then went to get in the bed with Camarih. Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I inhaled the scent of her glowing, golden skin, and her hair. My hands ran all over her fucking body, which prompted her to wake up.

  “You’re back.” She turned to face me and smiled softly.

  “Yeah.” I hugged her tightly, pecking her lips before nuzzling my face into her neck. “I swear I hate every hoe in the world except you. You my favorite bitch, Buttascotch.” I knew my speech was slurred because that big ass dinner had me on my way out.

  “Your only, and I better be.” She giggled subtly, rubbing my head as we embraced.

  “I love yo’ ass. I’m happy I found you. I think about you all fucking day like a bitch,” I mumbled, dozing off with the scent of her neck making me drowsier. I woke back up for a quick second and pulled back to see her staring at me. “Fuck you watching me for?”

  “I wasn’t. We’re cuddling, and I was just admiring you.” She grinned. “Go back to sleep.” She put her leg around me.

  I tried to stay awake, but the shit was hard. I was tired, plus she smelled good and felt good as fuck. No wonder Baby Cuz wanted to be up under her to fall asleep sometimes. My little nigga had the right idea.

  As I drifted off, I felt her ass kissing my lips like she always did when I was passing the fuck out.

  19

  Rubie

  The next day…

  “Hello?” I answered my ringing cell phone as I changed my son’s diaper.

  I felt like I was running on fumes and needed a break, but there was no time for that. Tony was already on my ass about keeping up with my work, which I promised him I could start back doing as soon as possible, so there was no way I could backpedal and ask for time off now. Plus, I didn’t want it. Just because I had a baby didn’t mean I was going to slow up.

  “Miss Bailey, how are you?”

  “I’m fine, Mark. What is it?”

  “You sound frustrated. Is this a bad time?” he asked sarcastically. He knew damn well he didn’t care about whether or not this was a bad time for me.

  “Mark, please.”

  “I just wanted to check up on you and see what stage you’re in on holding up your end of the deal.”

  Mark allowed me to take his slot for the magazine so Tony wouldn’t kill me, but of course, only if I did something for him. My stupid ass promised that I would be able to get Miko from the Gangstar Girlz to enter into a publicity stunt relationship with that rapper Mark was managing. Miko and I weren’t even close, it was always business, so I didn’t know why I even agreed to this shit. But I needed that slot in order to keep my job, so I promised.

  “I will be talking with her today, and then I will contact you once I square away the details.” I picked my son up from the changing table to kiss his cheeks.

  “Okay, great. I will be waiting, Miss Bailey, but not for too long.”

  “Yep, bye.”

  Since my son was asleep now, I put him into his carrier and left his bedroom. I then heard Eitan’s daughter Haleigh crying in her room, so I set the carrier down and rushed to her. As soon as she saw me, with her cute little self, she stopped whining, but tears still streamed her small face.

  “Aww, it’s okay, baby. Your mommy will be here soon, okay?” I rocked her on my hip.

  Holli was so damn annoying. She was supposed to come last night but never showed. She claimed she was sick and didn’t want it to affect her baby, but really, she was in the club because a bunch of people filmed her and posted it.

  I didn’t know why famous people thought they could lie about certain shit. Did she really think she could hit the club in secrecy? Not to mention her ass was doing the most, including but not limited to twerking, taking bottles of cognac to the head, and even did an impromptu performance. I shook my head at my thoughts, wondering how Eitan had gotten her pregnant outside of the obvious.
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  I gave Haleigh a bath then dressed her up. I made her a snack, and while she ate, I messaged Holli to see where the hell she was. Of course I got no response, but I did see she was on social media posting her view of the Chanel store she was shopping in. I called her a few times but then realized I had to leave so I could meet up with Miko. I wasn’t planning to have two babies with me for this shit, so I was pissed!

  It was 3 p.m. when I got to this place named Gracias Madre in West Hollywood, so I was thirty minutes late. Thankfully both babies were knocked out, so I carefully grabbed them from the car after handing valet my keys.

  “Oh, hey, Rubie, I’ve been calling you.” Miko got up to take the carrier holding Haleigh from me.

  “Thank you, and sorry, girl. I was driving and couldn’t answer. I apologize for being late.”

  “It’s okay. I see you’re on baby duty today.”

  “I am.” I adjusted myself just as the waiter approached.

  “Anything to drink for you, ma’am?”

  “Just a ginger soda, please. Thank you.” When he walked away, I said, “I wish I could have a cocktail like you.”

  Chuckling, Miko replied, “You will soon. I can’t wait to have a little baby like you.”

  “You want mine? He’s a handful.”

  We chuckled in unison for a little bit.

  “I would happily take him, but I think you’d miss him too much and ask for him back.”

  “You’re right.” I pulled out my notebook from my bag. “So the reason I wanted to see you today is because I have a business opportunity for you that would really boost yours and Keyana’s careers.”

  “Wow, really?”

  “Yes.” I chuckled airily. “You know Big Dane?”

  “Yeah, of course.”

  “Well, I think it’d be a great idea for you guys to like… pretend to be a couple. It could start with a song, then a video, and so on. It would bring a lot of exposure to you both, including Keyana.”

  “What did Tony say about this?”

  “Umm, I thought I would bring it to you first and then to him. I wanted to be sure you would even want to do this. I mean, you’d be the one in the so-called relationship.” I ran off with a lie. I hadn’t asked Tony because my ass was scared. He hated Mark, and I doubted he wanted anything to do with one of his artists.

  “Oh, I see. I appreciate that, Rubie.” She finished her drink. “So you really think this would be good? I mean, he is handsome, and I like his songs, so it wouldn’t be too farfetched, right?”

  “Right. So is that a yes?”

  “Yeah, it is.” She chuckled excitedly. “Just make sure Tony is okay with it first.”

  “Girl, of course! I’d be a fool not to clear it with him!”

  My lunch date with Miko was over an hour and a half later, and it was just my luck that both babies had woken up. Luckily, I was able to give Haleigh a snack and some juice, while I breastfed my son, which kept them on calm while I drove through this thick ass traffic all the way back home.

  Me: Your stupid ass baby mama still hasn’t gotten her kid.

  I texted Eitan.

  My Love: I’m sorry baby. I’m gon’ call her again.

  Me: Thank you babe.

  I sighed and just stared out of the window as I sat in my driveway, thinking about how I was going to convince Tony to allow Miko and Big Dane to hook up. I felt like I was constantly dropping the ball with my career, and it made me feel like shit. I was positive that the only reason Tony hadn’t fired me was because his wife was my best friend. Honestly, I was on the verge of being depressed.

  I took the kids inside of the house and then started to prepare dinner. But of course, as I finished washing my hands, I heard the doorbell sound off.

  Checking the camera, I saw Holli admiring her nails, which were a different color from last night, so she must’ve gotten them done today while out shopping.

  “Wow, so you are alive.” I answered the door.

  “Girl.” She waved me off and started to come in, but I blocked her.

  “Holli, this is my house, so when you come over here, you show me some respect. I kept your fucking daughter all damn day, even though I had business to tend to, so don’t you dare come in here waving me off like I work for you.”

  “Dang, my bad, girl.” She chuckled.

  Frowning still, I looked her over but then moved so she could come all the way in.

  “Haleigh is playing in her room. I’m making dinner, so I don’t know if you want to stay until it’s done so she can eat.”

  “Yeah, I guess I can do that.”

  I nodded and then left the foyer to go back into the kitchen. I noticed Holli was following me, so I rolled my eyes to myself.

  “Would you like some wine?” I offered.

  I hated Holli, yes, but I knew I would have to deal with her for as long as I was with Eitan. Hell, even if I wasn’t, because our babies were siblings. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters myself, so I wanted my son to be close to his, even if they weren’t mine necessarily.

  “Yeah. You got some D’USSÉ?”

  “That’s in the bar area. All I have is wine in the kitchen, which is why I offered that.”

  “I guess some wine would be good. I like red if you have it.”

  “Okay.”

  I cleaned my hands then went to get a glass for Holli before rinsing it. Using the electric bottle opener, I popped the cork then filled her glass halfway.

  “Can I have more, please?” Her lip went up.

  “No. You have to drive Haleigh home.”

  “Girl, I can take down a bottle of Hennessy and still walk a straight line.”

  “Then do that at home, but here, this is all you’re going to get when you have to drive.”

  “Fine.” She rolled her eyes, taking the glass.

  “You’re welcome.”

  I started chopping up some potatoes as Holli drank her wine, scoping out our kitchen.

  “You know, I used to really want Eitan, but I realized I was no competition for you.”

  “Is that right.” I didn’t make eye contact with her. I just started seasoning the potatoes I’d laid out on the baking tray.

  “Yep. You’re pretty, you apparently can cook, and you’re not jealous, even though he’s a sexy, talented, and much-loved rapper.”

  “Well if he wasn’t any of those things, he probably wouldn’t have any money.”

  Holli chuckled.

  “True. But I don’t know. I’m just a bit more possessive, I guess. I couldn’t allow my man to be around his exes so much. You trust him though, so that’s cute.”

  “Wait, what? What exes is he around?” I let the oven door close on its own as I turned back to face Holli.

  “Oh, you didn’t know Frida be around?” She covered her mouth. I made a face, so she continued. “Yeah. I guess they’re like best friends. She be at the club performances, the studio occasionally, and she even went to the show in Las Vegas.”

  Eitan hadn’t mentioned any of this shit. Wait, what the hell was I doing? This was Holli, and that bitch was known to be a damn liar.

  “Holli, I think I would know if Frida was around Eitan that much. He can’t do shit without it being reported somewhere on social media.”

  “Alright.” She threw her hands up after gulping down the rest of her wine. “I’m just telling you what I saw. I’m sure they will pop up on the blogs soon. And when they do, I want you to tell me you love me.”

  “Girl, shut up.” I shook my head and continued making dinner.

  I was happy when Holli left to go play with her daughter, and soon as dinner was done, I wrapped that shit up for their asses to go.

  I bathed my baby, fed him again, then rocked him until he passed out. I couldn’t wait to have a shower myself, and I felt like a new woman once I had.

  When I heard Eitan come in, I rushed down to greet him, jumping in his arms.

  “Damn, what I do?” He held me up.

  “Nothing
. I just missed you.” I kissed him. “Are you hungry?”

  “I am.”

  “Okay, come on.” I let him place me to my feet and then led him to the kitchen. I prepared our plates, and he grabbed us some juice before we sat at the breakfast bar to eat.

  “This shit is so good, baby.” Eitan nodded happily as he chewed the food, making me smile.

  “I’m glad.” I shoved some of the tender chicken into my mouth. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

  He paused.

  “Uh, yeah… why?”

  “I’m just making sure you know that you don’t have to hide things from me.”

  “I wouldn’t.” He ate some more.

  “I know.” I watched him eat for a little longer then asked, “So have you been hanging around any exes lately?”

  He choked, banging his balled-up fist onto his chest before drinking some of his juice to make it go down.

  “What? What exes? I work with Holli, and I told you Wacko wanted us to do another song together—”

  “No, I know. I was wondering about Frida. Holli said she’s been coming around you.”

  “Holli is a fucking liar, Rubie.”

  “She is, isn’t she? I’m sorry for even asking. That’s what happens when you leave me with her for too long.”

  We laughed in unison.

  The rest of dinner was pleasant, so he helped me clean the plates and put up the leftovers, then we went to the bedroom. While he showered, I lied down, checked a few emails, then said my prayers.

  Just as I was drifting off, he got into the bed and on top of me after turning me onto my back.

  “Wake up.” He kissed all over my face, lips, and neck as he rubbed up my thighs.

  “Not tonight, Eitan.”

  “Please, Rubie.” He begged me with his eyes and his words.

  “Okay.” I nodded, letting him remove my panties.

  In no time, he was pushing his way inside of me. Slowly, he rocked in and out of my body, getting me wet as we tongued each other down.

  “Fuck. Wait, wait, baby.” He clenched his teeth.