She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Okay! I will start looking as soon as we get home, but after we eat at Javiers.”

  “No, after we eat at Javiers, we going home to fuck, then you can start looking.”

  “Oh my gosh.” I laughed, pecking his lips quickly so I wouldn’t block his vision.

  “First we need to get that blood off yo’ hand so them people at the restaurant won’t think we’re crazy.”

  We simpered before he took my clean hand in his, just to hold.

  Today was a pretty good day, and now that I had my little munchkin growing in my tummy, I was sure there were plenty more good days to come.

  33

  Eitan

  I’d been calling and texting Rubie all day for weeks now, but like usual, she wasn’t responding to me. The morning after our big blow out, she packed her shit, took the baby, and went to live with her pops. I’d seen her, but only for a short period each day so that I could be with my son. And while I held him, she wouldn’t say one word to me or even look at my ass for that matter.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I quickly grabbed the shit to see what was up. When I saw it was Rubie, my heart rate sped up, until I read what her ass had said.

  Wifey: I want an annulment.

  Me: Baby I’m not agreeing to no damn annulment

  Me: You don’t even have grounds for an annulment anyway.

  Wifey: Stop sending things to my father’s house.

  Me: Then answer when I call.

  I waited for a little bit, but Rubie never replied. I didn’t know how to go about getting her back, because this experience was new to my ass. The only time I’d had a girlfriend other than Rubie was when I dated Frida. And when Frida left me, I cared, but not enough to be trying to win her back since I wanted Rubie’s ass anyway.

  I couldn’t ask any of the homies for advice either. Rahim clearly didn’t have the juice, because that nigga had been trying to get his wife back for years, with no success. I didn’t have time for that type of shit.

  As for Tony, he gave out tips that only his ass could use. I was sure he’d tell me to drive over there, put a gun to her pop’s head and hers too, throw out a couple bitches and hoes, and then make Rubie talk. I guess that shit worked for his ass, because it was true to his personality. I think people would be able to see I was faking the funk, resulting in an unfavorable outcome for me.

  Nehemiah was cool, but he never did shit, so how could he help me? Abel would just tell me the shit was a blessing in disguise and to come with him to the club to fuck on some hoes.

  “Fuck.” I got up and went to put on my shoes.

  Grabbing my keys, I pocketed them, along with my phone, and left the crib. Getting into my Lamborghini truck, I made the drive all the way to Rubie’s father’s house. I remembered the code from us visiting prior, so I typed it in and entered through the gates. Parking, I gave myself a pep talk because I saw her dad’s car here, and I knew he was gon’ have some shit to say.

  I rang the doorbell as soon as I was close enough, then folded my arms to give off a sense of seriousness to whoever answered the door.

  “Eitan, what can I do you for?” Her dad Ronald answered the door.

  I was surprised to see him in something other than a three piece suit. Even the times I’d come over with Rubie, he was dressed up. Now he wore a collared polo shirt and track pants. Shit was weird.

  “Hey, I need to speak with Rubie.”

  “Well Rubie isn’t here at the moment. However, she should be back in about half an hour.”

  “Aight. I’ll wait in the car.” I pointed over my shoulder.

  “Nah, I wanna talk to you for a little bit, so you can wait inside.” He pushed the door out some to allow me space to come in.

  Fuck.

  “Aight.” I kept calm.

  Ronald locked the door and then waved for me to follow him. We ended up in his den area.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he offered, pouring himself a glass of what appeared to be scotch.

  “What you got looks cool.”

  He nodded and rinsed another glass before pouring me some of the same alcohol. Keeping strong eye contact, he made his way over, handing the glass to me before taking a seat.

  “Rubie told me what happened, and I can’t say that I’m surprised, given your profession, Eitan.” He sipped his drink, and I did the same.

  “It had nothing to do with my profession. I’ve been a rapper since Rubie met me, and I haven’t cheated on her once, until now.”

  “I see. So what was different about the relationship that made you step out on my daughter?”

  “I’m embarrassed to say it was, because we weren’t exactly being as intimate as I liked. So when I was propositioned, I fell for it, partially.”

  “Partially?”

  “It didn’t go all the way. She gave me something, and that was the end of it, if you know what I mean.”

  Ronald nodded, placing his glass on the coffee table as he sat up a bit.

  “Rubie is my daughter, my baby, so when I found this out, it made me very upset, Eitan. I only have one child, and she’s my prized possession. The kind of man I want her with is not someone who can easily be led astray, just because they’ve gone without sex for a little bit.

  I was married for fifteen years before my wife died, and trust me when I say there were times when we didn’t get along, and when you’re not getting along, you’re most likely not getting sex.”

  “Yeah.”

  “And I was successful, young, and around a lot of different people, including women who threw themselves at me. However, I didn’t fall for it, because I loved my wife. And I knew no matter how much I would’ve enjoyed that pleasure, it would’ve been short lived and not worth all that I would have lost.”

  Where was his ass when Frida was unbuckling my jeans?

  “I know, I know.” I shook my head at myself.

  “Sometimes us men have to think like women. We tend to act first and think later, which is why we regret so much and get into so much damn trouble. But a woman, she plans, thinks, asks hypothetical questions, etcetera, before she does anything.”

  “I’ve learned that, and I know you don’t want me with your daughter, but I do love her, and I can put it on my children that this will never happen again.”

  “I hate what you’ve done to my daughter, but I can see you love her. Now it’s your job to make her understand everything you just told me. Most importantly, don’t make excuses for the shit; be apologetic, don’t be argumentative, and let her call you every horrible name in the book if that’s going to make her feel better. You need to mature and tighten up if you gon’ be a husband and father.”

  This was embarrassing as hell.

  “Thank you. I appreciate that.” I smiled but Ronald didn’t.

  Getting up, he said, “You can wait here until she returns.” Touching my shoulder as he walked by me, he added, “I want you to know that if it does happen again, Rubie will be a widow.” He patted me then left, slurping on his drink.

  I chuckled at his comment before leaning back to chill and wait for Rubie. I wasn’t worried about his ass as far as him hurting me, but I didn’t want to have beef with Rubie’s father. She loved him a lot, and I wanted to be close with anybody in her life that she felt was important.

  After a cool minute of me being on my phone, I heard the front door open and the sound of Rubie’s voice cooing at our son. I sat up, dusted myself off, and waited. Suddenly, she appeared at the entrance of the den area, holding the baby carrier, and when she laid eyes on me, she rolled them shits.

  “Hey, baby, how are you?” I stood up, taking the baby carrier from her hand as she walked by. She had a crocodile leather Birkin on that I knew I didn’t buy, but I was afraid if I asked about it, she’d blow up.

  “My father called me and said you had something to say, so what is it?” She sat down, so I did too, after checking on my son.

  “Yeah, I did. Umm, where were you though?” That
pricey ass bag on her arm had me wondering.

  “Why do you ask? I have a whole job, or did you forget?”

  “My bad. So you was at work?”

  “No, I was out apartment shopping. I found something very nice, but expensive. I will give you the address once I get settled in there so you can visit Elijah.”

  “Rubie,” I scooted closer to her, “you know I love you and didn’t mean to fuck up. I’m not excusing my behavior at all. I had no business even being around Frida’s ass and alone, but that shit meant nothing. And my reasoning behind what I did was foolish and childish as fuck… I know that. I think you know that too, so why can’t we figure out a way to work through this instead of getting divorced and shit?”

  “So if I let my ex-boyfriend eat me out, you’d forgive me?”

  “Uh—”

  “Exactly, you would not. You would call me all types of hoes and be telling the world how you couldn’t believe you fell for a slut. Kind of like after you saw me out with Armonn and assumed I was messing with him, so you dropped a diss track.

  “However, since you’re a man, I’m just supposed to say okay, and charge it to the game. I swear, men want to be treated like men one day, but as soon as they fuck up, they want to be coddled and forgiven because they don’t know any better, like a child.”

  I hated that she was right. I couldn’t say for sure, but if she got head from her ex, especially at this stage in our relationship where it was solidified, I’d be hot and would look her at ass differently.

  “You’re right.” I nodded, and her frown softened a tiny bit. I could tell she was surprised that I agreed with her.

  “Well… yeah, of course I am. And Frida? Really? You’re such a stupid idiot. Do you know how many men would rather have me over her, and yet that’s who you decided to cheat on me with. What a complete loser you are.”

  I had to admit, her anger was cute.

  “I agree.” I chuckled. “Other than the fact that I’m in love with you, that’s why I’m trying so hard to fix this shit.” I got even closer, taking her hands in mine.

  “It can’t be fixed.” She looked away.

  “Even though I love you and you love me?”

  “You don’t love me, because if you did, you wouldn’t have done anything with Frida.” She snatched her hands and got up. “You can go home now. I have a date to get ready for.” She reached for my son’s carrier and started off.

  Grabbing her wrist, I asked, “Date? How the fuck you have a date when we married, Rubie?”

  “Same way you got head when we were together, Eitan.” She yanked from me and left out of the den with my son in tow.

  I ended up waiting around to see, and sure enough, an hour later, she was dressed up and left the house.

  Rubie and I were supposed to be on a honeymoon or something so soon after getting married, not dealing with this bullshit. I wasn’t prepared to let up though.

  A few days later…

  “Aight, baby girl, I guess we gon’ have to go to your mommy.” I kissed my daughter Haleigh as I buckled her into her carseat.

  Holli was supposed to be here to pick her up three hours ago, but like always, she was late. Usually, she did this shit to Rubie, but now that Rubie and I were on a break, per se, I was on the receiving end of her bull.

  Once my daughter was safely buckled in, I got in my whip and pulled off, headed to Holli’s house. She lived only fifteen minutes away, which made the fact that she was always late even worse.

  It was true when they said to be careful with who you have kids with, because Holli was the fucking worst baby mama you could ask for. Shit, if it wasn’t for her mama, Haleigh would be in bad fucking shape when she went over there.

  Last time Holli kept Haleigh on her own, she gave her back to Rubie and I with dirty clothes, food crusted on her face, and her hair was a damn mess. You would think her mama was this broke ass bitch from the hood, not a rapper with plenty of money to spend in an upscale area.

  I grabbed my daughter from the back seat once I got to Holli’s, chuckling a little bit at Haleigh’s ponytail, because I was forced to do it. Rubie usually did her hair.

  “Ring the doorbell.” I leaned Haleigh forward, and she pressed it with excitement. It was crazy how small shit would make a baby’s day.

  “Oh shit!” Holli opened the door in a big t-shirt and panties. It was obvious she’d just woken up, even though it was 4 p.m.

  “Stop talking like that in front of her, Holli.” I stepped in. “You been sleep this whole time?”

  “Yeah. I had a long night.”

  “In the club, I know. I saw the pictures on social media.” I shook my head.

  “Relax! I swear, ever since you became a dad, you’re always preaching.” She waved me off as I followed her to the kitchen. “Boring ass.”

  “You ain’t gon’ speak to your daughter?”

  “Hi, baby. You look so pretty!” Holli finally smiled, making Haleigh giggle.

  “Hey, baby.” Holli’s mother entered the kitchen, reaching for my daughter, so I let her have her. “Say bye to your daddy.”

  “Bye, Daddy!” Haleigh cheesed at me, so I kissed her face.

  When Haleigh and her grandma left, I said, “Aye, I need you to stay in tonight, Holli, and spend time with her.”

  “Why? She’s small, she won’t remember.”

  “She’s growing up, so yes she will. She ain’t a newborn no more. She can talk a little bit and everything. You want her calling Rubie mama?”

  “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.” She put some raw bacon into the microwave.

  “What?”

  She pressed a button on the elevated microwave to start it, then turned to face me.

  “I’m just thinking, it wouldn’t be so bad if I gave up my parental rights; let you and Rubie have her.”

  “So you for real telling me you don’t want her?”

  “I mean, I do, but I have more important things going on, Eitan. How am I supposed to have a career with a baby?”

  “Same way I do the shit.”

  “Yeah, but you have Rubie to help.”

  “I have Rubie, yes, but we also have our own baby on top of that shit, who lives with us full time. Not to mention, Rubie has a more than full-time job of her own. Secondly, you have your mama who keeps Haleigh ninety-nine percent of the time she’s over here. Yo’ damn career shouldn’t be more important than yo’ fucking kid, Holli.”

  “Well, right now, it is. I didn’t plan on having a baby this soon. Being pregnant ruined everything for me. We started at the same time, basically, and look at you versus me, Eitan. You’re this big ass superstar, yet I’m half as successful, and a lot of that success is only due to me being your baby mama.”

  “Don’t blame yo’ lack of work ethic on Haleigh. Yeah, you couldn’t do what was needed because you were pregnant, but that girl was born a long ass time ago, Holli. You’ve had ample amount of time to get shit back on track, but you stay slacking. How many times have you brought a new track to Tony or Rahim to get recorded? Not once lately, I bet. You more worried about the club, blowing what little money yo’ ass is making by performing an old ass collaboration with me.

  “So nah, none of this shit is because of Haleigh, it’s because of you. Now I’m gon’ let you think on this shit for a little longer, allow you to get your head together, because I’m pretty sure it’s the liquor from last night talking. I will be back in a few days to get Haleigh, and she better be in perfect condition.” Without another word, I left the house and went out to my car.

  I was in the mood for a donut, so I drove to this shop I liked. After parking, I hit the locks on my key fob, and as I was about to enter, I saw someone coming, so I held the door. When Frida and I locked eyes, I spoke, but she kept walking, causing me to catch up with her.

  “What?” She looked up at me, obviously annoyed as hell.

  “I wanted to apologize for what I said to you at the studio that day. I was just pissed that you’d throw
n that hot ass food on me.”

  “Okay. Anything else?”

  “And I also apologize for doing anything sexual with you, knowing you had feelings for me. I low-key took advantage of it, and that wasn’t my intention. To add to that, I want you to understand that I love Rubie, and that’s who I want to be with. It has nothing to do with you as a woman and how good of a person you are, because you’re dope as fuck. Rubie is just mine; that’s me.”

  Frida nodded, glanced down at her feet for a second, and responded. “I’m sorry too, because I took advantage of the fact that I knew you were still attracted to me. I was also still seething from you cheating on me with her, and wanted revenge. It’s pretty obvious you love Rubie, so I shouldn’t have been angry with you for proposing to her after our tryst. But thank you for letting me know it wasn’t something wrong with me that made you go back to her. I’m kind of happy that you cheated on me with a woman you loved and not some random hoe.”

  I snickered, and she followed suit.

  “I guess that’s an upside to it. So we cool?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t have to worry about any hot grits coming next, right?”

  “No.” She laughed before we embraced lightly.

  We said ‘bye’, and then I went into the donut shop to order a box and wait.

  To pass time, I took my phone out and saw I had a bunch of Instagram notifications. When I tapped one and it went to one of them gossip blogs, my heart dropped. Of course, some nosy asshole snapped a photo of Frida and I just now then sent it in.

  Rubie was never gon’ fuck with me again.

  34

  Jilly

  That same day…

  I sat in my car, staring at the deposit I’d gotten for styling Ahmad all this time. Seeing my current balance as eighty-five thousand dollars was crazy to me. I remembered hoping to get a check for one thousand five hundred dollars after working my ass off doing overtime at the department store.

  Still, I wasn’t rich, but I was in a very good place, and my man was in an even better one. I really didn’t want to say goodbye to all this great money I was making, by declining to help Ahmad in concealing his sexuality, but I couldn’t do Nehemiah like that. I loved him too much, and it just wasn’t worth it. I mean… it was worth it, but then it wasn’t.