She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  My man wasn’t an internet gangsta, meaning anytime someone had an issue with him and stated it publicly, which was rare, he’d never respond. He’d just get at them in person. I found that to be very sexy for some reason. I guess because it just proved how much of a real nigga he was, unlike these social media thugs. The only time he commented on anything was when I would post a photo. He’d always say something funny or super freaky. My thoughts made me simper at how much I loved him; however, that wouldn’t put a stop to tonight.

  Now that Tony was aware of Mac’s affections for me, I was going to give his ass a taste of his own medicine. He continuously brushed off my feelings toward Nala, so I wanted him to see how it felt to know your significant other was in the presence of someone who had professed their admiration for them.

  Yes, I knew I was treading in dangerous territory, but that evening in the studio had me reeling still, and I couldn’t get the fact that Nala actually had an abortion for such a foolish yet lovesick reason. She had deeper feelings for my man than I thought, yet Tony still believed it was cool to be alone with her.

  “Hello?” I answered my phone when I saw Rubie’s name.

  “I’m outside.”

  “Okay, see you soon.” I hung up then walked over to the mirror to inspect my look.

  Tonight I wore a short gold Saint Laurent dress, with some gold Tom Ford sandal stilettos. The dress was already tiny, but it had a split on the side. Thankfully, my stomach was still passing as being flat, so I looked good.

  My makeup was flawless, and I made sure to use some of my Fenty Trophy Wife highlighter to keep the gold theme. I even put some of it on specific areas of my body to give it more of a glow. That along with my gold diamond Rolex, diamond Cartier bracelets, and gold Chanel earrings had me looking like the trophy I was.

  Tonight I was going to the concert of this rapper named Soo. Mac had slid into my DM’s from his backup profile and invited me. He let me know I’d have VIP seats and backstage passes. Initially, I told him to fuck off, but after Tony’s latest stint with Nala, I messaged Mac again to let him know I was down to go. And since Eitan had fucked over Rubie, she was accompanying me tonight.

  Jilly came through on watching my son while I went to ‘dinner’, and Rubie’s father agreed to watch hers. We were about to have some fun and make our niggas very upset. I couldn’t tell Jilly where I was really going because, although she was like my sister, she told Tony any and everything.

  I took a photo of myself in the mirror and then sent it off to Shanece. She wanted to come but wasn’t feeling well. I told her ass she was probably pregnant, but she felt otherwise.

  Shanece: You look soooooo fine! He is going to kill you.

  Me: Good.

  Shanece: Lol! Keep me updated. Then again you may not have to, because I might see your face on a milk carton.

  I laughed at her text then tucked my iPhone into my black and gold Chanel clutch. I used some of the perfume from my own line Whipped that I would be releasing soon, and then I was out the door.

  “Damn, you look nice.” I got in the car, taking Rubie in.

  She wore a short orange dress that perfectly complemented her supple chocolate skin. Her hair was slicked back into a bun with a side part, showing off her dangly Dior earrings.

  “So do you! I cannot wait to turn up!”

  “Same, girl.”

  We listened to some music on the way to the venue and parked around the back in the VIP lot like Mac had instructed. We were then taken inside and to our section, which had a great view of the stage. Someone even took our snack orders.

  “You actually came.” Mac entered our area. “I’m Mac King.” He introduced himself to Rubie. I was with Shanece the last time.

  “Nice to meet you, Mac, and thank you for the invite.” Rubie smiled.

  “No problem at all. Y’all look great.” He rubbed his hands together and then looked at me while licking his lips. “So I will see you backstage when the show is over, right?”

  “Yep.” I smiled.

  This nigga really thought he was about to fuck me.

  “Girl, you ain’t shit,” Rubie commented as soon as Mac left, causing us to cackle heavily.

  “I know. Okay, so no posting until after we are at home. I don’t want them to find us. Deal?”

  “Deal.” Rubie agreed, slipping her phone into her Bottega pouch just as I put my phone up as well.

  By the time our small snacks and juices came, the concert was in full effect, and Rubie and I were having the time of our lives. Soo always had bangers, so just about every song he did, Rubie and I were up out of our seats dancing and singing along. Having a VIP booth made it even better because it was like we had a private show and with plenty of space.

  It was 9:30 p.m. when the concert was over, so Mac came to get us so we could go backstage. He said it was food back there and gifts for us both. Rubie and I went and got to meet Soo, who was drooling over us. He gave us signed albums, and then we let him be so he could sign autographs and take photos with his fans.

  Mac then walked me and Rubie to a secluded room that had a bunch of different kinds of food, drinks, and desserts. My pregnant ass was salivating at the sight.

  “I just have to check on something, beautiful, but wait right here for me, okay?” Mac came over to me as I made a plate. “This is for you though.” He pulled an orange Hermés bag from the brown closet in here and handed it to me before leaving the room.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Rubie’s eyes widened.

  “Let me see.” I put my plate down to unbox the gift, and yes, it was a pretty Birkin 25 with crocodile leather. “What the hell!” I laughed.

  “Damn, and it has that croc shit, so it was at least six figures.”

  “I know. I’m going to put it back in the closet.”

  “Give that shit to me!” Rubie stopped me.

  “Eitan will kill you!”

  “Fuck him!”

  I laughed as Rubie boxed it back up so that she could take it with her. We finished making our plates and then sat down to eat, chatting about how I was going to make my escape without having to hang out with Mac alone.

  POP! POP!

  Suddenly, two gunshots rang out, and we heard a bunch of commotion, with people screaming and definitely running. Scared as hell, Rubie and I hopped up, dropping our food. I rushed to the door to peek out, and Rubie was right there by me, looking afraid.

  I spotted Tony barging through and people running, making way for him like he was Moses and they were the Red Sea.

  “Aye, man, what the fuck—”

  WHAM!

  Tony had cut Mac’s sentence clean off by going across his face with his gun. He didn’t say one word before he did it either.

  I shut the door, scared as hell, but then when I heard more commotion, I cracked it again to see.

  “Oh my gosh!” A couple different people hollered, and when my eyes finally landed on what they were referring to, I almost pissed my lace panties.

  There Tony was, beating the dog shit out of Mac backstage, hitting him constantly, going back and forth between his gun and his fist. He was dressed in black cloth sweats, a black hoodie, Nike socks, and them hood nigga slippers, aka corduroy slippers.

  “You complimenting the wrong nigga’s bitch, cuz,” Tony let him know angrily as he pulverized the poor man.

  “Arrgghhh!” Mac clutched his stomach when Tony stood up and kicked him hard as hell in his abdomen.

  “Where the fuck is my bitch!” Tony growled, whipping his head around as people stood there afraid, including security, and while Mac laid out on the floor. I would’ve thought he was dead had he not been groaning and yelping.

  When Tony looked this way, I quickly shut the door and locked it.

  “Did he see you?” Rubie questioned, looking like a deer in headlights.

  “Umm, I don’t know.”

  “Bitch, I’m scared, and he’s not even my nigga!” Rubie whispered.

  I tried
to keep a relaxed demeanor, but on the inside, I was close to shitting myself. I knew Tony would be angry, but I figured he’d hem me up when I got home and then I could dick suck my way out of it. I never planned for him to find my location then come through here like a hurricane.

  BOOF! BOOF!

  “Ahhh!” Rubie and I screamed loudly like two heroines in a slasher film.

  “Open this muthafuckin door before I Swiss cheese yo’ ass, Camarih!” Tony hit his fist on it.

  “No!” I shouted back. He must’ve been out of his mind if he thought I was opening that damn door.

  BOOF! BOOF! BOOF!

  Next thing I knew, the door was dislodging from the hinges, and Tony stood there looking like Jason Voorhees. Rubie and I hollered like he was Jason Voorhees too. His fist was bleeding profusely, and he looked deranged.

  “Bring yo’ ass on before they call the fucking police.” Tony darted in, grabbed me up, and threw me over his shoulder.

  Rubie mouthed, “I’m gonna miss you,” as he carried me out.

  “How she look now, cuz?” Tony stood over Mac, with me hanging over his shoulder. “Let me know when you wake the fuck up.” Tony walked off. “Bitch ass nigga. Get the fuck out my way. Move. Hurry the fuck up,” he ran off to different people as he made his way outside and threw me into the passenger seat of his car. He hit the locks when he saw me try to get out, unlocked it just in time to get in himself, then sped off.

  “Slow down!” I shouted, knowing this was the end for me.

  However, Tony said nothing, just kept his eyes on the road with a rather calm expression, which I was sure was the same expression Ted Bundy wore during his reign of terror. To make it worse, he had his gun sitting in his lap. Even though he always drove with it like that, him being upset with me made it terrifying.

  The whole ride home, we said nothing as he drove crazily, making me use my imaginary brakes.

  Finally, by the grace of God, we made it home safely. Tony threw the car into park after driving on our roundabout driveway and into the large garage.

  Brushing the tip of his nose with his pointer finger, he said, “You want me to beat on you and kill niggas all day, don’t you?”

  What kind of question was that? I had to remind myself my husband was psycho.

  “No! I just wanted you to see how it felt for someone you love to be around a person that likes them!”

  “That ain’t the same shit!”

  “You’re right, it’s not! At least Mac just expressed his attraction to me, you’ve slept with Nala, she aborted a baby because it wasn’t yours, and has made it clear she’s very much in love with you! Yet you spend alone time with her, after you promised you’d stop!”

  “I don’t spend alone time with that bitch! Ever! Unless it’s about some business shit! You act like I’m taking that hoe on dates!”

  “You’re saying every single time you’re with her, it’s about music? No, it’s not. You make me look stupid, still hanging out with her when she proudly disrespects our relationship by vying after you!”

  “She don’t disrespect shit. If she did, I’d slap the shit out of her ass!”

  “She does. You just do not realize it because you’re a man, and men are fucking oblivious! Why do you think she followed you to the taco shop, Houston! It wasn’t because she needed fresh air!”

  “Lower yo’ fucking tone, Camarih, because I’m feeling like I need to shoot you.” His face was straight, with not a smile or smirk in sight. “I’m not used to muthafuckas hollering at me; my reflexes got a mind of their own.”

  “You don’t care about me, because if you did, you wouldn’t do what I told you bothered me.” I felt tears welling up. “While me and your baby are at home waiting for you, you’re spending unnecessary time with one of your hoes! I might as well be a single mom since Nala is more important to you than us!” I tried to get out of the car, but he snatched my ass back so quickly, I felt like my skeleton was still at the door.

  “Don’t you ever say no shit like that again, or I swear to God, I will bust yo’ whole shit up. You really fucking trying me ’cause I’m in love and got a soft spot for yo’ ass, but you pushing it,” he warned me. I nodded to let him know I understood because I was sure I’d peed on myself. Finally, he let me go.

  WHAM!

  I slapped him across the face as hard as I could and darted from the car, into the house, and up the stairs. I went into my son’s room to look for him, but remembered he was with his aunt thankfully. I guess Tony had me so frazzled that my damn memory bank was shot at the moment.

  Realizing my mistake, I rushed into Tony’s and my bedroom, locking the door.

  I felt like I was still in an eighties murder film, waiting for him to come up here and do damage to me. But as time passed, he never showed, so I took a bath, brushed my teeth, and then got in the bed.

  I passed out but couldn’t sleep that well, which was always the case when Tony and I fought. I hated being at odds with him; it was strange for me. He was my best friend and the person I always looked forward to talking to, so knowing we were enemies right now kept me up.

  I checked the clock to see it was now 1 a.m., and my stomach dropped, thinking he was somewhere fucking a hoe. The last thing I said to him about being a single mom had really done a number, because I’d never seen him be so angry with me and threaten to hit me seriously.

  Getting up, I walked to one of the large windows of our bedroom and looked through the beautiful curtains into the backyard. There Tony was, seated on the edge of the huge cabana by our two pools and jacuzzis. He was smoking and wearing the same black joggers, the matching hoodie with the shirt visibly hanging out the bottom, black Nike socks, and those corduroy slippers.

  I put on my Louis Vuitton house shoes, left the bedroom, then headed down the stairs and out into the big backyard to find him. When I got somewhat close, I slowed down my steps. His side profile was so handsome and gangsta, that tattoo above his eyebrow being my second favorite. The one of my name on his neck was number one.

  Twiddling my thumbs as I got close enough to smell his Hermès cologne, I decided to say something.

  “Baby, are you coming to bed?” I asked softly, not sure of what he would say or do.

  “In a little bit,” he replied, not even looking up at me.

  I sat down next to him on the edge of the comfy cabana. He didn’t appear to be angry like I’d suspected. He appeared to be… sad. I’d only seen him look like this once since I’d known him.

  “What’s wrong, Houston?” I rubbed the back of his head, getting closer so that our legs were touching. “I’m sorry I hit you.” I kissed his face.

  He didn’t say anything at first, but he finally blew smoke out and said, “Thought I had this shit all figured out, but clearly, I don’t.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Being a father and husband, Camarih.”

  “You do have it figured out. Why would you think—” I stopped when I remembered what I’d said in the car. “Houston, I didn’t mean what I said. I was just angry and trying to guilt you into not hanging around Nala anymore.”

  “Nah, you meant it.”

  He hadn’t looked at me once, so I got off of the cabana and squatted down in front of him.

  “Houston, if you weren’t a good father and husband, I would not be with you, and you know that. I also wouldn’t be having another baby for you. I wouldn’t care how much time you spent with me or us, because I’d be more focused on moving on.

  “I love being married to you, baby, and Baby Cuz loves you so much. Babies can’t fake it, and the way he acts when he sees you shows how much he loves you.” I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. I felt horrible. “The way you go MIA for days, deactivating social media just to be with us when you have multiple businesses, says a lot about you as a husband and father. I couldn’t ask for a better partner.”

  Houston was great and always put me and his son first. I didn’t care what anyone else thought of him. Ye
s, he was crazy, but he was also loving, protective, extremely clever, and selfless beyond belief. So hearing him say he was bad at what he was best at, and because of me, made me feel like shit. He was perfect to and for me.

  He was quiet for a while, so I kissed him. Ashing the blunt, he decided to speak up.

  “I apologize for the Nala shit. I was trying to make shit work because of business, but if it’s gon’ fuck us up, then I’m gon’ have to let her ass go. None of this shit is more important than you.”

  It was good to hear him say that last part, even though I already knew it.

  “No, don’t do that. I don’t want you getting rid of people because of me. You took her from nothing and made her into a huge star. No other label should be able to reap those benefits just because you have a crazy wife.” I chuckled, and when he smirked, I felt a sense of relief.

  “Aight, so look.” He brought me up into his lap so that I was straddling him. “I’m gon’ go out of my way to be sure I’m never alone with her ass.”

  “That’s all I want.”

  “You looked fine as fuck tonight.” He squeezed my ass and kissed me. “Did that nigga touch you?”

  “No, but you already beat him pretty badly.” I giggled, even though I kind of felt bad for Mac. He looked a mess getting beat up like that. “Lay back.” I gently pushed Tony’s shoulder, so he laid onto the cabana bed.

  Removing my gown, I tossed it to the side then reached down into his sweats for his dick, which was already hardening. We both chuckled at the fact, with his fresh ass. Lifting up a little, I allowed him to move my panties to the side, and then I slid down as best as I could. Tony’s dick was not only lengthy but thick, so I pressed my hands into his broad chest as I forced my way down. The pain mixed with pleasure made me cum immediately.

  “Fuck. I wanna record this shit, but I’ll kill a muthafucka if they get a glimpse.” He bit his lip, gripping my ass and hips roughly as I rode him, before spanking me hard. I knew he’d leave a handprint on my ass; he loved doing that.

  I came a few more times before he flipped me over, put my ass in the air, and murdered my pussy from the back while pulling my hair. This was why I was so crazy about him.