She Gave Her All to the Hood's Finest 5

by Shvonne Latrice

  “You afraid of me?”

  “No, I love you. I’m not scared of you. I just know you can take care of me and protect me, if that makes sense. Having you keeps me unafraid.” I caressed the side of his face before kissing him. “I just don’t want you to get into trouble, especially over me.”

  We just looked into another’s eyes for a couple moments.

  “I feel you. I love yo’ ass too, and I wanna be able to have you and fuck you forever.” He kissed all over my face.

  “Okay. So let’s go get our son then go home and do that.”

  His bright smile appeared, making me cup his face to press my lips to his a couple times, before I got into the passenger seat.

  I loved him.

  Today, Tony and I were going to find out what the baby was. We’d decided to make a bet on the gender, so I was praying I won. Of course, if it was a boy, he’d win, and the reward was something very sexual. If I won, he had to spend the whole day at my spa as my assistant. It was the only thing I could think of that he didn’t want to do and would bother him. If I chose something involving sex, he’d be happy, and if I chose something like a foot rub or anything doting, it was stuff he already did.

  “Okay, there is the baby.” My doctor pointed. I smiled, looking at the screen. “The baby is very healthy and growing perfectly. Let’s try to get a look.” She squinted her eyes, moving the device around on my belly.

  “Cuz throwing up Crip right there with his hand. It’s a boy,” Tony pointed out.

  I tried to ignore him, but when my doctor laughed, I did too. He was so damn stupid.

  “He’s right, it’s a boy.” The doctor grinned, surprising me. “Looks like you’ll have two boys. I’m sure the next one will be a girl.”

  “Fuck I tell you, Buttascotch.” Tony kissed me, way too excited. “Knew I heard cuz cripping in the womb.”

  I didn’t truly care what I had, as long as they were healthy, but I feared another boy would be bad just like my current little boy.

  I giggled, and so did my doctor at Tony’s reaction, while she cleaned my stomach off. I fixed my clothing, we finished the appointment, and then we were free to go.

  I had a few facials to do, so after promising Tony I would come right home to give him his prize, I went to my spa. Jilly was kind enough to watch our baby, so Tony was going to pick him up.

  Even though the facials were an hour apiece, they seemed to fly by. I had all of my usual clients today, so I guess that was why. Whenever I had someone new, it always took a little minute because they had questions, and I had to explain the process plus take note of anything they were allergic to.

  Anyway, by the time I felt tired, it was the end of the day and time to close up.

  “Hey, boss. Do you think you could give me a ride home?” Kai inquired.

  “Oh yeah, sure.”

  I said ‘bye’ to Dana and Avery as they walked out of the shop, then locked up. I hit the button on my key fob to allow Kai to get in on the passenger side while I loaded some things into my trunk. Making my way around, I hopped in and pulled off.

  “Oh no, the freeway right here is where you have to go.” She pointed.

  “I thought you lived—”

  “I do, but I’m spending the night with my boyfriend. I’m sorry, I should’ve said something. I hope it’s okay.”

  “Yeah… yeah, it’s cool,” I said, even though I was annoyed. I wanted to get home, eat some food, spend time with my baby, and then fuck Tony. This bitch was interfering with my plans.

  I let Kai direct me until we ended up at a small home in the hood. I slowed down to a stop when Kai pointed out the house, and then waited as she put on her jacket since it was cold out.

  “Get out the fucking car, bitch!” A big dude came to my side, pressing a gun to the window.

  “Oh my gosh, what the fuck?” I screeched. “Okay, okay, I will.” As I panicked, I noticed Kai wasn’t, so I glanced her way briefly to see she was chilling. “Kai, we need to…” Suddenly, it hit me that she knew whomever this was. And when I looked back at him, I recognized the man to be Theo, her boyfriend. “Really, Kai?”

  “Bitch, get out the car!” Theo roared.

  “My name isn’t Kai, by the way. Kai is my college roommate whose social I stole to fool you. I’m Valencia.”

  “Okay, and what the fuck was the point of all that? To rob me?” I started to cry, feeling like I was going to die.

  “No, bitch, because your nigga killed my fucking brother over that hoe of a little sister, Jilly.”

  “Your brother?”

  “Vernon.” She raised her brow. “And Theo is my other brother, Vance. He escaped from prison, so you’d better do what the fuck he says.”

  Vance was the other guy who’d assisted Vernon in murdering Driz. Was this shit really happening to me?

  And Tony killed Vernon because of that, not over Jilly; however, this wasn’t the time to be harping on specific details. I couldn’t believe this shit, and no wonder Kai tried to work at The Pink Cherry with her Oscar Proud looking ass.

  “Hurry up, hoe!” Valencia yelled, shoving me lightly.

  “Who the fuck are you calling a hoe?” I barked. If I was gonna die, I was gonna go out beating this bitch’s ass.

  Before she could answer, I started raining blows on that hoe’s face. She tried to get ahold of me, but couldn’t, and I hit her ass as hard as I could, feeling bones crack under the pressure. Blood splattered on me a tiny bit too, but that didn’t stop me from hammering that bitch’s face in. I wanted it to be concave when I got done with her. She was about to kick me, but her foot got stuck, putting her at a further disadvantage as I pounded her.

  Kai, Oscar, Valencia, or whatever the fuck her name was, let out blood curdling screams, and the only reason I stopped was because her brother yanked me from the car.

  “Chill out!” he hollered as Valencia cried.

  When I slipped from his grasp, her punk ass bolted from the car and ran across the tiny street, almost getting hit by a lone vehicle speeding by. Vance grabbed me again before I could get to her.

  “Let me go! If you hurt me, my nigga is gonna kill both of you dirty, crusty, broke ass bitches!” I growled.

  As I went crazy in Vance’s hold, Valencia watched from across the quiet street, face covered in a mix of blood and tears. I felt my teeth grinding together as I stared at her like she was a piece of raw meat and I was a lion. I wanted to beat on that bitch some more, and the fear in her eyes only made me salivate.

  “Kill her crazy ass!” Valencia shouted, scary hoe. I could tell if I broke loose, she would piss her cheap ass tights.

  “Let me go, you pot belly muthafucka!” I hollered to Vance. “If you shoot me, I better die, nigga! Wait until I get loose! I’m fucking you up next!” I cursed Vance.

  PHEW!

  A silent bullet came out of nowhere, splattering Valencia’s brains and causing both Vance and I to freeze.

  “Put her down, cuz.” Tony appeared, checking for cars as he crossed the inactive street like it was nothing.

  “I ain’t putting shit down. If you shoot me, I’m shooting her a—”

  PHEW! PHEW!

  Vance’s grip loosened immediately as Tony put two shots in his head. I promptly rushed into Tony, hugging him so closely that I could feel his abs.

  “Damn, baby. That bitch is unrecognizable.” Tony lifted my head to look down into my face, referring to how battered Valencia’s face was.

  “She shouldn’t have called me a hoe.” I whimpered as he tittered, wiping my tears.

  “I peeped you acting a fucking fool before I shot that hoe. You definitely my bitch, crazy just like yo’ nigga.”

  “I don’t know what came over me.” I smirked.

  “Shit was sexy how you was talking that shit to a nigga with a gun.” He licked his sexy lips at me. “But aye, don’t do that shit no more. ’Cause if you get hurt, you know a nigga gon’ lose his mind.”

  “And vice versa.”

>   “I was crazier first, so I got dibs on that shit. You gotta chill out, plus you pregnant.” He laughed and so did I as he led me to the passenger side of my car.

  “How did you find me?” I asked once we were both in my Rolls truck.

  “Had some extra time, so I looked into that hoe, especially when Avery told me about ‘Theo’ and how he was a known criminal. I then got some people I know to collect her fingerprints and found out her real name and address.

  “This they mama’s house, but she moved in with some new nigga she met and left it to the Valencia bitch who was supposed to be overseas studying still, but her ass came home on some fuck shit,” he explained as he drove. “As I’m sure yo’ ass knows, I got a tracker on yo’ shit, so when I saw you headed to this crib, I knew it was about to be some bullshit. I had the homie drop me off a block away so I could sneak up.”

  “You have a tracker on my car!”

  “That’s all you heard out of everything I just fucking said? I just saved yo’ muthafuckin life. You should be sucking my dick right now.”

  Without another word, I bent over to the side to take his dick out. It took no time for him to get hard as I started sucking. I made sure to do it sloppily, allowing my saliva to coat his thick and lengthy dick as I bobbed on it.

  “Mmm,” I moaned on it, letting the head gently tap the back of my throat.

  When I let it sit there for a little bit, Tony moaned lowly, making me wet at the sound. He loved that. When I felt his hand start to massage my scalp, I knew he was gonna pull my hair, so I started sucking faster and harder, making him groan a little louder than usual.

  “Camarih, fuck, you gon’ make me crash.” The car swerved some, but I didn’t let up.

  Playing with his balls, I kept up my pace, making it so sloppy my chin was drenched. I wanted to laugh when he hit the brakes so hard the car screeched, but I didn’t. I just kept slurping the life out of him. He was frozen, straight up paralyzed as I sucked, massaged, and twirled my tongue around the head of his dick when I could. Soon enough, he was cumming hard, with cars behind him honking because he was stationed at a green light.

  I took it right down and then sat up to get a napkin from the glove compartment to wipe my mouth. Reaching into the back seat for my purse, I dug for a wipe and then cleaned his dick before putting it back up as he drove. I used some hand sanitizer for my hands until we got home. The whole time I was freshening up, I felt Tony staring at me, but I pretended not to see while wearing a half smile.

  “What?” I finally asked when he came to another red light.

  “You gon’ marry me?”

  “What? Houston, we’re already married.”

  “Shit I’m just making sure, ’cause if not, the way you sucking a nigga up, I was ’bout to wife yo’ ass.”

  Laughing, I said, “I love you, crazy,” while rubbing the back of his head as he drove. His side profile was so sexy.

  “I love yo’ ass too, with that crazy ass head game. Got damn.” He shook his head like he was in disbelief as he checked his mirror to switch lanes.

  I just giggled, liking how satisfied he was with my work.

  Just a few days later…

  About an hour ago, I told Tony that I was going grocery shopping. Instead, I waited until he got in the shower then stole Nala and Joy’s phone numbers from his phone. Leaving the house, I drove straight to the studio, let myself in, and called them both, hanging up as soon as they sang hello.

  I knew I didn’t need to say a word, because they were so damn thirsty that a simple call from Tony’s studio would have them running to see what it was about. I laughed as I sat in my car, testing the intensity of my taser, before sliding out and putting it into my back pocket. Locking my truck, I made a left to go back into the studio to wait.

  Around five minutes later, I heard a car, so I peeked out discreetly to see that G-Wagon Nala drove, and a smirk spread across my face. Hiding again, I waited until I heard it shut off and her heels clicking onto the sidewalk before I made myself known.

  “Good afternoon, Nala.” I grinned as she froze, looking at me as if I were a serial murderer.

  “Hey… Camarih. Is umm, everything okay? Tony called me.”

  “Did he, Nala?” As I moved closer to her, she backed up. “Did he call you, or are you assuming he did because of the phone number that popped up?”

  “Well I—”

  “I know you wish he’d called you, don’t you? You see, when I beat you up that day, I assumed we had an understanding.”

  “We do, Camarih. I don’t even try with him. It’s not even—”

  “So did you not have an abortion because it wasn’t his? That seems a bit much for a man you know is off limits.” Again, I made steps toward her, and like clockwork, she backed away. Every direction I went, she moved. From afar, it probably looked like we were doing the waltz.

  “My words were taken out of context. I meant the baby wasn’t by a man I loved. But I swear to you, Camarih, I have not tried anything.”

  “Well, Nala, you’re a liar. It seems I didn’t hit you hard enough the first time. You still go out of your way to be alone with him, hence walking to get tacos and stuff. You also press him about his personal life, and you know I don’t like that too much.” I kept my tone soft and sweet. “So I think we need to fight.”

  “No! No, Camarih, we don’t. I wasn’t quite sure of what needed to be stopped, but now I know no alone time and—”

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  I was tired of hearing that bitch’s voice, so I just started wailing on her. She did try to swing back, eventually, but landed not a one punch. I tagged her face about four more times before she tried to run, so I retrieved my taser and stuck it right into her side, laughing as her body gyrated then dropped.

  Putting my taser back into my rear pocket, I dragged her paralyzed body into the studio then used this cord I had to tie her hands behind her back.

  “Do not say a word, bitch,” I let her know as I got back in place to wait for the next hoe.

  It wasn’t long before my main course, Joy, showed up. Knowing she planted that rumor had me heated. Tony said he was going to take care of her, but no, I wanted to. She did this to fuck with me, not him; at least that’s the way I saw it.

  I smirked when I looked down at Nala, who was worried as hell, and then I slid out to stop Joy from coming inside.

  “Camarih?” She took a few steps back, clearly shocked. This bitch had fixed herself up for Tony; it was obvious by the freshness of her perfume.

  “Yep, that’s me. The one who you tried to fuck with by planting little baby rumors around.” I cheesed nicely.

  “Wow, so I guess you’re the one who called.”

  “I did. At least I know you’re smarter than this bitch.” I pointed down to Nala who was inside the studio hallway, tied up.

  Joy peered inside and then regained eye contact with me, looking afraid.

  “I did not plant any rumor. I am happily in a relationship with Tony’s cousin.”

  “No. Carter let us know he ended things with you months ago. Now, I am just about tired of you. I used to feel bad because you were stupid enough to abort babies for him, but now I just see you’re a pathetic, loser bitch who is jealous. Tony never cared about you, and it seems that’s hard for you to realize. So it’s my job to embed it into your head.

  “My God, woman, I have never met someone as sad as you. How are you this hung up on a man that gives you nothing in return? You are a sad sack of shit.”

  “Fuck you, bitch! And watch him—”

  WHAP!

  I slapped her across the face, and when she was about to hit me, I started pounding on her. I admit Joy wasn’t as easy as punk ass Nala, but my ass was up for the challenge, pregnant and all. In no time, I had the upper hand, knocking Joy’s head around like an intense game of ping-pong. Like Nala, when she tried to break away and run from having enough, I stuck that taser right into her abdomen and dragged that hoe into the studio to t
ie up.

  “Camarih, I am sorry.” Nala whimpered as I came in and stepped over them so I could see their faces as they laid on their stomachs.

  “Whew! Beating you hoes up is a workout, especially being pregnant and all.” I left them to get some water from the room Tony didn’t use, then came back out.

  “Camarih, please, I promise I will never bother you again.” Joy talked weirdly, drooling some because of being tased.

  I laughed then laughed harder and louder because they were looking at me with such terrified expressions.

  Setting my water down, I said, “Now, we all have an agreement, right, ladies?” I moved closer to them. Getting down onto my knees since squatting was hard with a small belly, I added, “Houston Terranova is off limits. I really hate that I had to do this, because, honestly, I’m a very sweet person. I want everyone to be happy and free of violence, yada yada ya, but it became apparent to me that the two of you hoes are visual learners, so words aren’t enough.

  “Now, Nala and Joy,” I petted their heads like little doggies, “this is ass whooping number two, so if I have to see the two of you parched hoes again, I can’t promise it won’t be fatal. Does everyone understand and agree?” I rose back up, waiting.

  “Yes,” Nala said, sounding defeated.

  “Oh, and don’t try to sign to another label because I’ll kill you.” I winked at Nala then turned to Joy.

  “Yes, yes.” Still, her speech was slurred.

  Chuckling, I said, “You both look so ugly and dumb. But okay, I guess I can let you—”

  “Camarih!” Houston appeared in the doorway, making me jump. “What the fuck?”

  “I’m sorry. I had to!” I whined, wanting some sympathy.

  “Baby…” He looked down at them then entered the studio, kicking Joy a little bit for space. He was frowning hard, so I knew I was in trouble. Finally, he started chortling heavily, so I joined him and noticed Nala and Joy watching us, clearly horrified. “Untie these hoes.” His laughter started to cease a little bit.

  He helped me untie them, and both darted out, but not before Nala promised to be at the studio next week like a good bitch.