A Staten Island Love Letter- The Forgotten Borough 2

by Jahquel J.

It had been so long since another man had laid eyes on my body. Priest stood over me and stared at my body and I got self-conscious. Pulling the covers over my body, he ripped them off. “Why you trying to hide?”

  “Why you staring at me like that?”

  “Cause your body is fucking beautiful to me. You don’t see what the fuck I see, and I hate that shit, but I’m bout to remind you of the master piece that I see each time I look at you.”

  “I got stretch marks, dimples and cellulite all over,” I complained and tried to pull the blanket back on my body. Todd always had comments to say about my body and blemishes. He never had anything nice to say about me and it made me embarrassed of my body. We always had sex with the lights off because of his snide comments he would make before we got intimate.

  “And who is complaining? Every ripple, wrinkle and stretch mark turns me on,” he leaned over me and kissed me on the lips.

  “You’re just saying that. You can have a bunch of women with a body well put together,” I told him.

  “Stop doing that shit, Justice. If I wanted those bitches I would be with them. I want you and this right here. You’re fucking beautiful, ma. I wished you saw what the fuck I did. That nigga fucked your mind up by putting you down the way he did, but I’m bout to build you back the fuck up, you hear me?” he raised my chin and kissed me on the lips. “You hear me?”

  “I hear you, Priest.”

  “What I tell you about calling me that?”

  “I hear you, Roshon,” I replied, and he kissed me again before lifting my shirt over my head.

  I tossed my head back as he took each of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirled around them as he trailed down my stomach with small kisses. He made sure to look me into the eyes as he made it down to my vagina. Out of habit, I tried to close my legs shut and he pried them open. Just feeling his breath of my pussy had the hair on my arms standing at attention. Goose bumps formed and I was nervous, yet excited at his next move. I couldn’t tell you the last time I had gotten head from Todd. It had been so long that I didn’t remember what it felt like to have a man down there. I felt his tongue enter inside me as he held onto my thighs. I looked down at him and he smirked before he dived right in, nibbling on my pearl. My legs were shaking, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

  “Shit, you taste like honey,” he groaned as he continued to lick me from the back to the front and back again. My eyes were crossed, and I couldn’t focus because I was in transition to heaven. My words wouldn’t come out and I couldn’t tell him to stop because it just felt too good.

  “Roooooo,” I moaned out as he inserted two fingers inside me as he continued to suck on my pearl. “I’m bouuuuuuuu,” I screamed out as I held his head and gyrated my pussy in his face. The way I was humping this man’s face should have been a crime.

  He held onto my thighs and shoved his face fully into me and lapped up everything that I had released. He stood up, pulled his shorts off and opened my legs wide. Lifting my thick thighs up, he put them over his shoulders and shoved his dick right into me. I now understood why his name was Priest, because this man was blessed down below. It made no sense that I could feel his dick in my throat, and he had just pushed himself inside of me. He put one of my legs down and held the other up in the air as he continued to hand me long and strong strokes. When he pulled out and then slammed himself inside of me, tears fell down my cheeks. It hurt so damn good.

  “Why you crying? This shit feeling that good?” he asked as he bit his bottom lip.

  I nodded my head and he flipped me over and forced me up on all fours. The way he flipped me around like a rag doll told me he took the gym seriously. It was like he didn’t put any effort into flipping me around and fucking the shit out of me. He slapped his dick on my ass a few times before he shoved himself inside of me.

  “Arch that back,” he demanded, and I did exactly what he had told me. “You like that? How much you like this dick?” he asked.

  “A lot,” I moaned as he pulled my hair back. He wrapped my hair around his hand and yanked me back as he looked me in the face and still continued to hand out that good dick. I wanted to cry, scream and jump up and down at the same time.

  “Shit, pussy gushy as fuck,” he groaned as he slapped me on my ass and then held on tight to my waist. “I’m bout to nut,” he groaned and jerked a few times while holding onto my waist.

  We both collapsed on the bed and I stared up at the ceiling. I had never had dick like the way Priest had handed it to me. I would follow him to the end of the earth for dick like his. He turned my face to look me in the eyes. “This my pussy now, you hear?” I nodded my head and he stared at me for a second before he spoke again. “Nah, I need you to tell me that you hear me.”

  “This is your pussy,” I agreed. With the way he had dicked me down, I would have agreed to anything right about now.

  “Give me kiss,” he demanded, and I reached up to kiss him on the lips. “Don’t doubt me, Jus. I got you… you believe me?”

  When Priest stared me in the eyes and told me that he got me, I believed him. I didn’t need him for his money, just to be there for me. “I do.”

  I didn’t picture that going into my twenty-seventh year of life that my life would have changed so much. We didn’t know where this would lead us, but I knew one thing; I wasn’t going back to Todd’s peg leg ass. If I wanted better for myself, then I needed to start doing better. Period.

  “Go turn that shower up. I’m bout to show you what I bench at the gym,” he winked, and I crawled out the bed and went to the bathroom to turn on the shower. I was like a crackhead needing another hit. What Priest had between his legs was crack and I wanted another hit.

  12

  Zoe

  “Why you tripping out?” I asked my baby mama as she cried in the front seat of my whip. I sighed because it seemed like all she did was fucking cry. Yeah, I knew she was pregnant and that came with it, but all I heard was tears from her ass.

  “I’m sick of doing this all alone, Zotavios,” she whined. “I go to appointments alone and I’m doing everything alone. When the fuck are you going to step up?” she raised her voice and hit her hand on the dashboard.

  Kiss acted like I could come out and just be there for her and the baby. She acted like I didn’t want to be there for them. Her uncle was Priest and that nigga would kill me himself if he found out that I fucked his underage niece. Technically, the law of consent in New York was seventeen, but shit that shit wouldn’t matter to him. Kiss also hid her age until she told me that she was pregnant. Would I have fucked her if I knew she was seventeen? Nah, because even a nigga like me had morals. Now that she was expecting my baby, I knew I had to be there for her. I was a lot of shit, but I wasn’t a nigga that would abandon my baby mama while carrying my seed.

  “Ight, so tell your uncle about me and I’ll be there,” I replied, and she got quiet. “Yeah, I thought so. You need to stop fucking wilding out and calling my phone like crazy. You wanted to take these maternity pictures and I made it happen, right?”

  “Yeah,” she muttered.

  Kiss wanted a baby shower and her uncle told her she couldn’t have one, I had told my mama to put one together, but she had been so preoccupied about Zareena. My sister usually got in her moods and went ghost, then popped back up. I wasn’t stressing about the shit because I knew Zee. Her ass would pop up when she wanted to buy another damn purse or needed money to run around with her bald-headed ass friends. While Priest thought Kiss was out with a friend, we went to take maternity pictures together. We had just finished taking the pictures and I was taking her to pick out the stroller she been begging me for. I had a whole text message thread from her telling me about this baby stroller. Kiss thought I ignored her, but I didn’t. I listened to shit she wanted and needed from me. Just because she didn’t get it right then and there didn’t mean I wasn’t going to come through for her. If shit was perfect, we would have been welcoming this baby together and doing all the shit you
did when you were expecting a baby. I wouldn’t have to be sneaking around trying to do shit for her. Yet, shit wasn’t perfect, so we had to make the best out of a situation.

  I haven’t seen you in three days.. what the fuck is up with that? Where you at? Who you with bitch? A text message from Myla popped up. I cleared the message from my screen and put my phone in my pocket.

  I hadn’t been over to Myla’s crib because I didn’t feel like hearing her shit. What turned out to be a good fuck ended up with me being roped into this down low situation. I was bi-sexual, and no one knew except Myla and the few niggas I had fucked a few times. My family wouldn’t approve of the shit, so I kept my personal life to myself. It wasn’t shit with liking women and men, and nobody was going to make me feel like something was wrong. Kiss didn’t know about Myla and I was glad. She was already too fucking emotional, and I didn’t need this making her even more emotional. Me and Kiss weren’t together, and I told her that, yet she felt like she could press me on who I was fucking and what chick she heard I was messing with. Meanwhile, before she got big pregnant she was fucking around with other niggas. Kiss wasn’t a fucking saint like her uncle liked to make her ass out to be.

  “Who was that?” she pressed soon as she saw me put my phone away. I sighed because I knew the bullshit was about to follow.

  “Nobody,” I replied and pulled off toward my mom’s crib. Kiss wasn’t about to fuck up the day I had planned.

  “You fucking with another bitch, Zoe?” she continued with her shit. I knew the question was coming soon as she saw a text message pop across my screen.

  “Why the fuck you so worried about the shit, Kiss? We’re not together so why the fuck you pressing me about the shit?”

  She folded her arms and rolled her eyes before she fixed her mouth to speak. “We still fuck, Zoe. I have every reason to ask who you’re fucking.”

  “And I’m not the only one you’re fucking so stop acting like you’re so innocent.”

  She got quiet and focused her attention outside of the window. Even while carrying my baby, Kiss was getting down with other niggas. As much as she liked to act like she was innocent, her ass wasn’t and was busting it open for any and every damn body.

  “All I’m saying is that I want us to be a family for our son. Is that so hard to ask?” she turned and stared at me.

  “How? How can we be a family? Your uncle would never approve that shit, Kiss.”

  “In time he will. My uncle wants me to be happy and if this is what makes me happy, he’ll go along with it, even if he doesn’t like it,” she tried to convince me, but I wasn’t so convinced.

  Priest had a reputation in the streets, and everyone knew it. That man didn’t play when it came to his nieces, so while Kiss thought it would be fun and happy family outings, his ass would be gunning for my fucking head. I needed to stop in the hood to pick up some money, so I parked on Broad street and hopped out. Kiss already knew what it was and never complained. She knew this was how I got my money and how I was going to be able to take care of our son. I dapped my little nigga, Reese. He was standing on the block talking shit like he always did. Reese thought I didn’t know about his connections with Ghost. The nigga was Switzerland and didn’t get involved in the drama. He was cool with both of us and that was rare. Niggas who played sides usually ended up dead. However, Reese knew how to play both sides where he lived for another day. Plus, he was a little nigga and was concerned on trying to get his bread. To Ghost, he was a small fish and nothing to be concerned about.

  “What’s good?” I dapped him and he slid the knot of money into my hand. The difference between me and Ghost was that he didn’t allow Reese to sell for him. He was just a little homie to him. With me, Reese was put to work and brought in good money. No matter how hard I tried, he never would give me any information about Ghost. The little nigga was loyal, I could tell you that much.

  “Ain’t shit. What’s good with you? The block been dry.”

  “Ghost not even supplying?”

  “I don’t speak on another man’s business,” he said the same ass line he always spit when it came to Ghost.

  “What fucking business do you speak, nigga?”

  “Just like I don’t tell your business, I don’t tell his… It’s dry out here, so you need to re-up,” he informed me.

  “I’ll get up with Zeek and let you know. In the meantime, hold it down,” I dapped him and headed back to the car.

  Kiss was on her phone when I got back into the car. She ended the call and looked over at me. “Where we going now? I’m uncomfortable,” she whined. I couldn’t imagine carrying a damn basketball on my front like she was, so I understood her discomfort.

  “You carrying my big ass baby,” I laughed as I rubbed her stomach and prepared to take off. Just when I was about to switch gears, I saw the pearl colored Audi pull up behind me. Only one person was whipping that, and it was Myla.

  She hopped out the car and started banging on the window. My tints were so dark that she couldn’t see inside of the car. “Get the fuck out the car, Zoe!” she screamed and hit the car. I was pissed that she would try me like that. “What bitch you got in there?” she continued to scream as she kicked and screamed.

  Kiss tried to roll down the window and I locked the windows. The last thing I needed was to add more fuel to the damn fire. I put my car in drive and sped off down the block. The whole drive up the block Kiss was staring a hole through my damn cheek.

  “I know her, she’s related to Free.” Kiss said.

  “Word? I can’t keep the fag off my fucking back,” I lied. “Saw him at the party Reese through a while back and thought she was a bitch. Once I found out she was a nigga, I fell back. Nigga keep fucking playing and I’m gonna kill his ass.” As much as I loved Myla, I would kill her ass before my secret got out.

  “She sure acting like you both got more business together than what you’re saying,” she pursed her lips and stared at me.

  “The fuck you trying to say, Kiss?”

  “I’m saying… you fucking with Myla?”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I brushed her off and continued to drive toward the bridge. My neck was on fire because I wanted to choke the shit out of Myla. She knew better. This was something we spoke about and she went and did that shit on Broad street while everyone was out.

  “You like dick, Zoe?” she continued to grill me. Kiss was about to find her ass beat the fuck up if she kept with the questions.

  “Do I fuck you like I like dick?”

  “Hmm, you neve—” with one hand on the steering wheel and the other around her neck, I continued to drive like the pro that I was.

  “Say some shit like that again and see if I won’t beat the shit out of you, Kiss,” I snarled and let go of her neck. “You heard what the fuck I said.”

  “Take me fucking home!” she screamed. “Take me fucking home right now!” she continued to scream as she tossed every and anything at me in the front seat.

  “Aye, calm the fuck down!” I barked and she continued to scream for me to take her home.

  Soon as I exited off the Verrazano bridge and got to 85th street in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, I stopped at the S53 and S79 bus stop and hit the locks. She grabbed her purse and exited out the car. She turned to say something, but I pulled off and headed right back to Staten Island. I told the bitch to chill and she continued to keep poking the fucking bear. My phone buzzed and I answered the phone.

  “Yo?”

  “Nigga get to mommy’s crib right now,” Zeek told me. His voice didn’t sound right. It sounded like he had been crying or some shit.

  “What happened?”

  “Get the fuck over here!” he barked, so I pressed the gas harder and sped back across the bridge to make it to my mom’s crib.

  I knew for sure that the shit that went down with Myla had gotten back to him. My family was Jamaican, so we didn’t believe in that batty boy shit. It was the reason I chose to hide my sexuality from them. Zeek wou
ld beat the shit out of me and would disown me if he found out about my lifestyle. It was the reason that I was going to beat the shit out of Myla for what she did today. What was good with her stupid ass? This wasn’t like Myla. She was low-key, and even when she was pissed with me, she wouldn’t do any shit like this. I pulled up to my mom’s crib in record time. Locking my whip, I jogged up the stairs and entered the house. My brother and mom were sitting at the kitchen table with a fancy wrapped box in the middle of the table.

  “Anybody wanna tell me what the fuck is going on?”

  “I can’t… I can’t,” my mother sobbed and ran out of the kitchen. My mother was a strong ass woman. Few things caused her to break down, but seeing that she couldn’t stand here, I knew something was wrong. Zeek’s blood shot eyes told me something was seriously wrong.

  “Open the box,” he instructed. I walked over to the box and lifted the lid. The sight before me caused me to tossed the box lid and stumble backwards. I crashed into the fridge and slid down onto the floor with tears clouding my vision.

  Inside the box was Zareena’s fucking head. They had it sitting on a nice ass china plate and all. My fucking baby sister wasn’t ghost because she didn’t want to be bothered, she was ghost because someone had fucking killed her. Zeek stood up and paced the floor while wiping away the tears that fell down his face.

  “You fucked up sending that hit. You fucked up, man!” I hollered as I started shaking at the fact that I had just saw my baby sister’s head on a damn plate.

  “Me? You the nigga they fucking caught slipping and fucked up! What message would that have sent if I didn’t fucking order that hit!” he screamed with spit flying from his mouth.

  “You underestimated these Staten Island niggas, Zeek. Now look where the fuck that got us? Your fucking daughter was murdered and now our sister was killed too!” I screamed back.

  I understood that he was looking out for me, but this shit ended up going left. When we came to Staten Island, we thought taking over would be like taking candy from a baby. Having my sister’s head on our mother’s kitchen table told me otherwise.