She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Hey, who is it?” A girl that looked familiar came to the glass door, frowning.

  “Open the fucking door, Oscar Proud.” I frowned back at her busted skinny ass.

  “Oh, Tony, my bad!” She laughed, hitting the button to allow me in.

  I yanked on the door and slipped inside to see her weird ass still standing there with a gleam in her fucking eyes.

  “Where have I seen you?” I quizzed as Camarih walked up into the lobby-like area.

  “Oh, I tried to work at The Pink Cherry, but you wouldn’t hire me because—”

  “You look like Oscar Proud. Yeah, I remember.”

  “Houston! Do not say that, that’s mean.” Camarih came closer to hug my torso.

  “It’s not mean. I ain’t say that hoe was ugly, but they look alike. Same body and same lava lamp head.”

  Camarih bucked her eyes at me, jaw clenched, which was what she always did when she wanted me to stop talking, but like usual, I never listened.

  “He’s so funny.” Oscar laughed.

  “Do not encourage his rude behavior, Kai. Just for that, you can have an extra twenty minutes on your lunch.” Camarih half smiled at her then took my hand to lead me toward the back where her office was. That hoe Dana at the front desk spoke to me, so I nodded to say ‘what’s up’.

  “This is for you.” I gave Camarih the rose and bag, pressing my lips to hers.

  “Aww, thank you, baby. This is why you asked who was here. You didn’t want my clients knowing you’re a softy for me.” She hugged me from behind as I talked to my son in his fly ass stroller.

  “I got a reputation to uphold.” I turned to face her for another kiss, holding the front of her neck so I could get my tongue in her mouth. She reciprocated for a little bit, but when she felt cuz down below perking up, she nudged me off.

  “I have an appointment coming up, so no. If I wasn’t pregnant, then yes, but you’ll have me out of breath on top of having gummy worm legs.”

  Shaking my head, I scooped my son out of his stroller and sat down to peep her office as if I hadn’t seen it before. Even this shit was girly, with light blue walls that had glitter and shit in it, plus all this other frilly gay ass furniture she added. If I was a bitch, I’d fuck with it for sure though.

  “I don’t like that bitch Oscar.”

  “Houston, her name is Kai, and why not? She’s sweet.”

  “Something in her fucking eyes. She sneaky as fuck. You run a background check on that hoe?”

  “Of course I did, and everything came back fine. All that she told me was true and right there on her background report.” Camarih sat down next to me on the loveseat in her office.

  “Aye, cuz,” I stood my son up in my lap, “what I tell you about getting yo’ shoes so dirty?”

  “Tell Daddy how I let you walk, and you ran right into some mud on purpose.” Camarih rubbed his back as she leaned on me. When he laughed, we started chuckling too.

  “Oh, so you doing shit purposely to fuck with me, huh?” I frowned at him playfully, which only made him laugh harder before running his mouth in baby talk. “This little nigga be talking shit to me. Listen to all that fucking bass in his voice while he looking at my ass.”

  “No he does not!” Camarih giggled.

  “You the only muthafucka I let talk out the side of his neck at me.” I kissed his face.

  “No curse words, Houston. I told you he can talk.”

  As I was about to respond, I got a text message from Abel. Handing my son over to his mama, I watched as she got up to put him in the play area she had for him in here, then focused back on my iPhone.

  Abel: Dirko at the waffle house causing problems. Fake banging and shit.

  Me: Aight.

  Standing, I pocketed my phone as Camarih made her way back over to me, looking sexy per usual.

  “What do you want to eat tonight?” She hugged my body, looking up at me.

  “Same shit I had last night.” I grabbed her ass roughly, nasty shit running through my mind as I crashed my lips onto her neck.

  “Houston, for real.” She snickered.

  “Anything you make is fine. That reminds me, stop showing what you be cooking on yo’ fucking story. I don’t like that shit.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you already fine as shit, niggas know you got good ass pussy ’cause I married you, and I don’t need them seeing you can throw down too.”

  “Oh my gosh. Are you serious?” I just gave her ass a stare, and she added, “You are. Okay, I won’t post the food I cook, only the food I eat out.”

  “Aight.” I pecked her and pulled out of the embrace she had me in.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I got some shit to handle, then I’ll be home to you. Plus, I don’t want you trying to do some shit to my face.”

  “Okay, byyyyye.” She wouldn’t let my hand go, so I yanked her over to me to give her bratty ass another kiss before she let me go.

  By now, it was around 6 p.m., so I knew Dirko was up at the waffle portion of The Pink Cherry acting up, because he was waiting for the strip club area to open. I swear to God this nigga was pissing me off, and it was hard as fuck for me not to just straight murk his ass or let some niggas do it.

  I got to the waffle house in about fifteen minutes and parked right outside of the shit since it was mine. I saw Dirko right there in front, in the parking lot, with a few hoes surrounding him. He was arguing with another nigga that I knew from the hood, so he must’ve had an issue with Dirko’s ass pretending to be down.

  Walking up, I said, “Move,” to the bitches in my way so I could get up to Dirko. “Fuck is wrong with you, bruh?” I shoved him hard as fuck, making him stagger and almost fall, but he caught his balance.

  “Yeah, check that nigga, Tony, before I do the shit.”

  “Aye, nigga, either you gon’ eat here, or you gon’ get the fuck on somewhere. Y’all not doing this ghetto hanging shit in front my business,” I let cuz know who was ready to light Dirko up.

  Old boy nodded and waved for his homies to follow him into the waffle house to eat, just as Dirko yelled from behind me, “Yeah, cuz, get yo’ ass in the—”

  Out of nowhere, the back of my hand went across his fucking face, making him hit his head on the window of the waffle house. Blood splattered from his nose, as everyone currently outside clamored in response.

  “What the fuck I tell yo’ ass about pretending you gangsta, nigga?” I yoked him up by his collar. “You a muthafuckin millionaire out here looking dumb as fuck trying to be down. Niggas bang because that was all they fucking had. This shit ain’t no muthafuckin fad or trend, you hoe ass nigga. You disrespecting me and my fucking city by playing with this shit like it’s a muthafuckin game.”

  WHAM!

  I went across his face again, and when he dropped to the floor, I proceeded to beat his ass right here in front of everybody. It was what the fuck he needed. Dirko wasn’t tough, and he wasn’t even from here. Niggas like him were annoying as fuck, thinking just ’cause they had money they could fake some shit and get away with it. So since he wanted to be a banger, I was gon’ treat his ass like he was one.

  I punched on his ass until blood from his face basically drenched my hands, and I felt my heart beating out of my damn chest. Rising up, I delivered a kick to his stomach then back that made him groan in pain.

  “Oh my gosh!” A girl screeched, chuckling with her phone out.

  “Bitch, get yo’ cocker spaniel looking ass out my view ’fore I bust yo’ shit,” I hissed, and she put that fucking phone away with the quickness, running off. Looking down at Dirko, I asked, “How the fuck you gon’ be a hood nigga when you can’t even pass getting put on, cuz?”

  “Shit, Wacko,” he mumbled, sitting up and looking like a crack hoe.

  “Take yo’ ass home.”

  “I can’t walk.”

  “Get one of these hoes to do it then, but when I call up here in the next ten minutes, you bet not be outs
ide of my shit.” I walked off just as his ass passed out, and I sure and the fuck wasn’t about to call the police.

  “Aye, Wacko.” One of the dudes who were outside caught up to me. “I just wanna say I respect you for putting cuz in his place.” I nodded and tried to keep walking, but he cut off my path, irritating me. “I was wondering if you’d sign my shirt and—”

  “Word of advice, cuz: Worry less about dick riding other niggas and more about getting that rhinoceros skin off that chapped ass bottom lip. You a grown ass man, out here ashy and crusty like you in fucking middle school.”

  His homies clowned his ass as I continued on to my whip, shaking my head at some of these niggas’ actions.

  You’d never catch me out here looking crunchy as fuck and trying to ride another muthafucka’s coattail. Soon as I signed that damn dingy ass white tee, cuz was gon’ ask me to listen to his funky ass mixtape. I already knew.

  I went by the studio to check on Holli’s session, because it’d been a long time since her ass had been in the studio. To my surprise, she was doing pretty cool, so I took my ass home before Nala got word I was there and showed up.

  When I got home, it was perfect timing, because Camarih had just finished making a big ass lasagna and apple pie. I’d never had apple pie as good as my bitch’s, and last time she made that shit, I ate the whole thing with the exception of her one slice. This time she made two, one for me, and one for herself and other people to have, if they came through.

  “Shit, that food was good as fuck.” I kissed her shoulder as we chilled on the couch in the den. Baby Cuz was knocked on the shorter couch due to a food coma.

  “Thank you. That lasagna called for so many different kinds of cheese, so I hope you’re full.”

  “Off food, yeah. Cuz over there is slumped, so come on.”

  “No. I told you I found a new movie for us to watch, so we’re gonna check it out first.” She squinted her eyes as I exhaled heavily. “How well do you know Klaude?”

  “I know Ced better, since I usually see his ass coming before her.”

  “Houston.” She hit me, laughing. “Seriously.”

  “I don’t know that bitch like that. I don’t know any of them hoes like that. All I do is make sure their asses are fuckable before I hire ’em. Klaude kind of ugly, but her body got her through. Why?”

  “I was told she’s the one supposedly pregnant by you.” Camarih looked at me before we both guffawed. “I mean, I didn’t believe it before, but when I found out she was supposedly the one, it confirmed it for me.”

  Somebody obviously planted that fucking rumor in the club to tear Camarih and me apart. Whomever did the shit though was clearly a muthafuckin idiot to think some dumb shit like that would break us up. Camarih would never believe no shit like that, and even if she did, she’d have to kill me to get away from a nigga.

  Even though the plan failed, I was still gon’ find out who the fuck the culprit was.

  The next evening…

  I wanna go shopping… New Gucci is dropping, I wanna go cop it… Heard the purses is poppin’… And bae, get the blicky, ‘cause niggas be plottin’…

  It was a little after 11 p.m., so The Pink Cherry strip club and the waffle house were packed. Since there were two stages on each side of this big ass club with two poles on each, there were currently four hoes up there shaking ass to “She Like I’m Like” by Young MA. Both stages were covered in cash, and it was because four of the best hoes were up there currently. I did that shit on purpose ’cause I knew that would be the outcome.

  As nice as the sight of them bitches showing pussy was, that wasn’t what a nigga was here for. I wanted to get to root of that bullshit ass rumor.

  Initially, I didn’t give a fuck and brushed it off, but now that names and shit were popping up, I had a muthafuckin issue.

  I watched as Klaude delivered drinks to the section she was working since she was scheduled in the club tonight and not the restaurant. As she made her way down the stairs, through the club of people, and toward the back for her break, I trailed her ass.

  “Ah!” She screeched when I whipped her ass around and hemmed her up against the wall in the hallway by her neck. I squeezed hard as fuck on that shit, digging my teeth into my bottom lip as I did.

  “Tell me why muthafuckas is saying I nutted in you? You know damn fucking well I’d never stick my dick in that porta potty pussy.” I was gritting my teeth, wanting badly to choke this bitch until she blacked the fuck out.

  “I don’t know!” She cried when I loosened my grip on her neck so she could speak. I could see the terror in her ugly ass eyes.

  “I’m gon’ ask yo’ ass again, bitch, and if you come at me with that ‘I don’t know’ bullshit, I’m slapping the dog shit out yo’ ass. Now I don’t know if you need to consult that nigga Ced in yo’ funky ass mouth or what, but you better have a muthafuckin answer.” Gripping tightly again, I spoke through clenched teeth. “Why the fuck people got me and you in the same sentence on that fuck shit? Why the fuck my wife even know about some bullshit like this?”

  “Okay. It was this girl named Angel!” Klaude screeched. “She-she convinced me to get a job here and told me to get close enough to you to fuck you. Meanwhile, she and some friends would periodically come to the club and make sure they were heard talking about us and a baby. She even paid some of the dancers to be overheard talking about it. Please, I swear I’m sorry! I needed the money and—”

  WHAP!

  I couldn’t help it. Knowing she did some stupid shit like that, that could’ve cost me my fucking family, had me heated, so I popped her in her shit.

  Holding her mouth with tears in her eyes, she kept apologizing.

  “How the fuck you know Angel?” I ignored her apologies.

  That apology wouldn’t have done shit for me if Camarih bounced. Thankfully I married a woman that would always ride for me.

  When I asked that, she hesitated for a second, but when I got ready to slap her the fuck up again, she yelled, “Okay! Okay! She met me through Joy!”

  I chuckled angrily for a second. I couldn’t believe it. I thought that hoe Joy moved the fuck on with my cousin for good. Then again, I was just now noticing he hadn’t mentioned the bitch at all in a minute. He usually couldn’t keep her name out his mouth when I saw him.

  “Wow.”

  “Don’t be mad. Joy just loves you! I spent time with her in the facility, and she told me a lot. I know—”

  “Bitch, shut yo’ unfortunate looking ass up and get back to work, ’cause in a minute, I’m gon’ haul off and knock the shit out you again.”

  Before I even finished my sentence, Klaude rushed off, slipping into the bathroom to hopefully clean that blood off Ced and the rest of them teeth.

  Both Joy and Angel’s asses had the game fucked up.

  I left the club and went straight home so I could handle some shit in my office. When I got there, I heard voices in the den, so I knew Camarih had her chicken-head ass friends over, clucking. Shaking my head, I kept it pushing but saw Camarih coming down the stairs with Baby Cuz.

  “Hi, baby.” She paused so I could get a kiss.

  “’Sup.” I grabbed her ass roughly after tickling my son’s belly.

  “Come say hi to everybody before you go do your thing.” She switched off while I watched, following behind her.

  “I don’t wanna speak to them hoes.”

  “Houston!” She looked back over her shoulder just before entering the den.

  “’Sup.” I peeked in with a fake smile. I only then realized my sister was here.

  “Hey… Hi, Tony… ’Sup, bro.” Rubie, Shanece, then Jilly’s ghetto ass spoke.

  “Say hi, cutie!” Camarih kissed my son’s cheek. “Say hi to Mommy’s friends.”

  “Hi, bitches!” Baby Cuz cooed.

  The room fell silent until I burst into laughter because I couldn’t hold the shit. When I laughed, Baby Cuz did too, but I stopped when I saw Camarih’s eyes shooting dagg
ers through me.

  “Don’t be fucking looking at me. I don’t know where he got that shit. Probably from them bitches you be around,” I fussed, defending my damn self and lying my ass off.

  “Don’t say that, baby, okay?” Camarih rubbed his head full of hair.

  “Oh my gosh. He’s turning into his dad already.” Shanece finally chuckled before everybody else did.

  “Can you say hoes, cuz?” I asked him just to fuck with Camarih.

  “Stop, Houston!” She tried to control her chuckle.

  “I’ll teach him that later. Y’all bitches be easy.” I joked, leaving the den and ignoring Camarih going off on me.

  I was proud of my boy.

  36

  Rubie Wright

  As the black truck I was riding in pulled up to its destination, I finished the FaceTime call I was on with my baby and father. I hated having to leave him for work, but it was a must to keep that nice luxury apartment roof over our heads, especially since me and his father were no longer together, meaning I didn’t have his money either.

  I hated Eitan for what he did to us, but I admit the fact that he hadn’t sent me a gift or contacted me about anything other than seeing Elijah, had me feeling some type of way. Did my fake date really piss him off? Was he already over me? If so, then I guess it was a good thing that I chose to break things off with him.

  I hadn’t filed for divorce yet because I didn’t know what to do. My head was telling me to get the shit done so I could be single and move on, but my heart was saying otherwise.

  Eitan cheating on me was still such a hard pill to swallow because, in all the time that we’d been together, he’d never done it. Or maybe he had and was just so good at it that I had no clue. See, something deep down wouldn’t even allow me to believe that about him. Eitan wasn’t even clever enough to pull that off. Being conflicted only made me hate him even more.