by Natavia
“Let me see him Rico!” Pam holds her hands out. Zy goes to her.
“He is soooo handsome. He’s a good little boy, too,” she says walking off. I’m happy when they let Zy roam around. He just started walking.
“Nigga, you ain’t seeing your son for the rest of the day. Between Pam and Cam’s mama they will hold him all day,” Killa says.
We start kicking it and talking. Koran walks up with Tyran and Ashaun’s son. I don’t miss that nigga Ashaun at all. I couldn’t stand that nigga. They found his body floating in the water. I have a feeling one of these niggas did it and had something to do with Fitz just disappearing. But with the FAM, once you kill someone it’s never to be talked about or discussed. It’s almost like you just forget it happens. Ashaun was married to Jamie but she divorced him for Killa. Ashaun and Killa had a serious beef behind it. Ashaun was Royal’s right hand man. Something happened between them that I don’t know too much about. But I do know that he and Ashaun also had a falling out.
“What’s up?” Koran asks, giving everyone dap. Koran is Cam’s oldest child baby’s father. It’s crazy because he and Royal were beefing hard in the streets and now they are cool. Koran is with Ashaun’s baby mama, Tyran now. Tyran was the side chick while Ashaun was married to Jamie and she comes around, too, with her son. This is some wild shit they got going on.
“Fuck you been eating nigga? What you on, steroids?” Killa asked Koran.
“I knocked Tyran up so you know how that is. Nigga, be craving shit and all that! You can’t even tell she’s pregnant,” he fusses.
“I was getting morning sickness. That shit ain’t no joke,” Corey says.
They start talking as I watch Raja get up, hugging that nigga Dimo. He picks her up then spins her around. Her cover up comes up exposing her ass cheeks. He says something to her then she laughs at him. Then the nigga spins her around checking her out.
Cam and the rest of the girls are looking at me while I’m looking at Raja. My niggas are looking at me, checking to see if I’m going to do something.
“Yo, let me get the kids in the house,” Killa says.
“Naw I’m good, let her do that. She wants me to embarrass her! I’m going sit here and act like I don’t see that shit,” I tell them.
“My nigga,” Royal says giving me dap.
“I will have the address to that nigga’s house by the time he leaves,” Corey says and I shake my head. I look around for Tarae and he is all up in Lace’s face. I don’t give a damn what he says. He likes her nerdy ass!
As the day goes by, Pam, Leodonis, Moe, and Vera take the kids in the house while we chill outside. That’s when the music goes from Anita Baker to Migos. I’m sipping my Henny and clowning with the niggas.
“Rico, can you still back flip?” Royal asked me.
“I don’t know nigga. I haven’t tried in a few years now,” I tell him. He goes in his pocket. “Bet a stack you can still do it because this crazy nigga over here says you can’t do a back flip,” Royal says about Corey.
“That nigga stay losing money!” I say taking my shirt off.
“Hold up! You got do three in a row! You might get lucky the first time,” Corey says and I shake my head laughing.
I stand up. “I told y’all light-skinned niggas can do gymnastics. All except for Mashawn! That big nigga can’t do shit,” Tarae says and Mashawn pushes him.
“Let me put up too! I can’t see the nigga doing three,” Killa says and Koran goes in his pocket as well.
“Rico, we splitting this money 50/50!” Royal says as everyone drops their money in a pile.
“Okay y’all ready?” I asked stepping back.
“Hurry up nigga, before Tee-Tee comes over here and cuss me out for continuing to bet,” Corey says.
I crouch down flipping my body up and backwards landing on my feet.
“Oh hell nawl nigga,” Corey says getting mad. I back flips again landing on my feet.
“That’s two for y’all bitch ass niggas,” I say. I did the third one then fucked around and flipped forward landing on my feet.
“Where my fucking money at?” I ask and Corey gets mad.
“What can’t you do?” Mashawn ask.
“Keep his baby mama happy,” Tarae says and all those niggas fell out laughing like that shit was funny.
“Y’all come over here; it’s Karaoke time!” Cam shouts at us.
“What the fuck your wife talking about Royal?” I ask him then Corey laughs at him.
“This nigga let his spoiled ass wife talk him into that bullshit! Ain’t no way in hell I’m getting up there singing! That’s not even G my nigga,” Corey says.
“Nigga shut the fuck up! Let’s not forget when Parker stayed over y’all house and you answered the door with your dreads in pigtails. I even took a picture of that shit,” Royal says and Corey looks like he is about to swing on his brother.
“Tee-Tee wasn’t home so I had to play with the girls! Nigga, I’m out,” Corey says bopping away.
“First up is Raja singing Ashanti’s song called “Over,” Cam announces. Raja walks in front of the deejay booth and I can tell her lil ass is tipsy. I just realized Gary isn’t here. I was cool with that because that nigga irks me.
Raja likes singing and she actually has a soulful voice. I miss hearing her sing while cleaning up. I’m not going to even lie. I miss her period! She talks too much shit but I love the fuck out of her ass. The music starts playing then she started singing her heart out.
“Can't believe that it's over baby
But every bruise on my heart you gave me
See we tried but we fight then we cried now it's over babe it's over babe.
When I met you I knew you would be the one for
me cause looking at you had me feeling kind of
crazy, now what you asked I almost did it automatically
but it was nothing compared to the joy you gave me.
Although I know that what we had it wasn't perfect babe,
you fooled around, but see back then it didn't faze me
I thought by staying, trying to change you would be worth it babe,
but now I see that trying to change you only changed me.
All these tears, and all of your lies
all these years and now we're saying goodbye, it's over babe.
Now I'm thinking that I never should have dealt with you,
all this screaming and this yelling
that we go through. Raining late at night I'm sitting waiting up for you
just to tell you how I hate who you turned into,
see ain't no way I'm gonna sit and take this shit from you,
I'm never playing another day of being your fool,
I wasted all my time on something that just wasn't true,
I should have known I could never ever change you.
All these tears, and all of your lies,
all these years and now we're saying goodbye it's over babe.
I'll never forget what you did to me so I'm gone I'm leaving leaving baby,
I'll never forget
what you did to me so I'm gone I'm leaving leaving baby.
Whenever you see me don't even speak,
I'll never forget what you did to me.
Whenever you see me don't even speak, I'll never forget what you did to me.
I'll never forget what you did to me so I'm gone I'm leaving, leaving baby.
I'll never forget
what you did to me so I'm gone I'm leaving, leaving baby”
After she was done she looks me in the face while still holding the microphone. “Fuck you Darico Lamar Day, you cheating ass hole! I hate your ass!” she says giving me the finger. My niggas starts clowning my ass. Raja has gone fucking crazy! I get up dapping up my niggas, then leaves. Tarae says Kenyatta dropping him off home. I guess he wants to stay behind but I have shit to do.
Raja
I stumble into the house. I had to leave Zy at Cam’s house with Pam until tomorr
ow. Kenyatta and Mashawn had to drop me off at home. I sat down on my couch then burst into tears pissed at myself, my sister, my daddy, my mama, Greg and Rico!
“You really showed your ass today didn’t you?” Rico asks appearing out of nowhere scaring me almost giving me a heart-attack.
“How the hell did you get in?” I ask him.
“I broke in,” he says. I don’t know how he did that when we have an alarm system.
“Get the fuck out!” I say to him. His eyes are blood-shot red. He grabs my purse and starts dumping shit out of it. He grabs my cell phone then starts reading text messages from Dimo. Dimo was my first boyfriend that I had when I was about seventeen. I haven’t seen him in a few years and I was surprised to see him at Royal’s house. Besides Rico, I also had feelings for Dimo but they weren’t as strong as the feelings I have for Rico. Dimo and I just agreed to break up and that was the end of that. I was a loose goose back then so I was fucking niggas while he and I were together. Dimo was doing his thing also so I guess you can say we had an open relationship.
“So, you disrespect me and give your number out in my face?” he asked and I didn’t respond. I’m not fucking with Rico’s crazy ass anymore. When he slapped the hell out of me twice, was enough for me.
“We are just friends! You know like you and Fashion,” I say giggling.
“So, he wants to eat your pussy, huh? You miss his dick, huh? You tired of your lame-ass baby daddy, huh?” he asks going through my messages.
“Awwww, Darico is mad?” I ask, poking my lip out getting up ready to go in the kitchen. Next thing I know I’m on the floor because he mushed me from the back. He throws my phone against the wall shattering it.
“I can get another one, it’s no biggie!” I state getting up from the floor.
“You want to fuck that nigga Raja?” he asks following behind me into the kitchen.
“I don’t know! It depends on if you want to fuck Fashion or you have already? How was the sex because I know you fucked the bitch,” I say to him.
“What different does it make if I fucked her or not dumb-ass? According to you I have been,” he says and I rolled my eyes.
“Why was she around my son? You know what’s funny? When I had Zy I was going to name him after you. Then you was like ’Don’t do that name him something else!’ You never told me why and now I know! That bitch already had your first born! A bitch that has always been in your life! You so damn stupid and this is why I never opened my heart up to you! Niggas ain’t shit! You just like every other man I know,” I tell him.
He sits down at the kitchen table. “Why you doing this shit to me shorty?” he asks me looking like he’s ready to tip the table over. Rico is starting to scare me.
“Can you please leave? Come back when Zy comes home; it’s late,” I tell him.
“As long as most of my shit is here and I’m paying shit, I’m not going no damn where! Now, what the fuck is going on with you and that bitch-ass nigga?” he asks me.
“The same shit that’s going on with you and Fashion! We might fuck we might not!” I tell him and he laughs.
He gets up, pants slightly sagging with his True Religion collared shirt. He walks towards me picking me up, holding me against the wall. He leans in trying to kiss me but I turn my head. He forces my lips onto his, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth. I tried pushing his face but he is stronger than I am. He captures my neck sucking on it.
“Please leave me alone!” I whine as he grips my breasts. I wrap my legs around his waist. This is a true definition of a love/hate relationship. I can’t let him go or vice versa. I’m so in love with Rico it scares the hell out of me. I’m filled with so many emotions I could burst.
My back is pressed closely against the wall. Rico is smashed against me so close that his body alone is holding me up. He uses both hands, pulling my cover-up over my head. He unties my bikini top and my breasts come spilling out. He hungrily takes them into his mouth. My nails are combing through his hair and I’m licking his ear as he sucks my nipples with so much pressure I almost climax. I unbuckle his belt and pants, pulling his long meaty hard dick out. He grunts as I massage it. I’m not worried about our problems right now. I just want to feel him inside of me.
He slides my bottoms off and now I’m completely naked. I grab his dick and he slides me down on it.
“Fuck! Raja! Damn, I missed you,” he says into my ear. He holds my legs in the crook of his arms as he slid me up and down on his erection, making me cum instantly.
“Shit, nigga! Damn you!” I scream as he fucks me hard against the wall. The picture next to us falls and so does a few other things that are hanging up. Rico is fucking me so good my moan got stuck in my throat. I want to scream again but it’s not coming out. I look down watching his dick go in and out of me, coated with my nectar. It turns me on even more as I orgasm again.
“You missed this shit didn’t you?” he asks biting his lip.
“Shut the fuck up Rico!” I say. He thrusts harder into me making me wince and moan. Pain and pleasure combination is enough to drive me crazy.
“Keep talking shit! What nigga’s dick you miss again?” he asks fucking me even harder than before.
“Ughgghhh! Ummmm! Ssshhhhhh! IT!” is all I can get out. He spreads my legs wider drilling into me deeper and harder. I feel my ass sinking into the wall. Is this nigga fucking me through the wall? I wonder to myself.
“You miss that nigga?” he asks his voice dripping with hurt and passion.
“Nooooooo, baby I miss you!” I say having another orgasm. What I dislike about Rico sometimes is that he can control his nut. I can put it on him so good but if he isn’t ready then he isn’t ready. He can go all night long, fucking me in every position.
I can feel his dick throbbing and I’m happy as hell because my vagina is starting to get sore. My legs hurt and my ass is sore from being pressed against the wall. He grips my short hair then starts flicking his tongue across my left nipple fast, then pops it in his mouth. He releases it then captures it again, sinking his teeth slightly into it. Rico wants me to cum again with him and my body is ready to surrender to him; I’m ready to cum again.
“Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” I scream as he empties his small army inside of me. He lowers me onto the floor and now I’m face to face with his dick that’s still oozing cum.
“Finish that shit, shorty!” he says. I take him into my mouth relaxing my muscles until he stops at the back of my throat. My hand moves up down on his dick, slowly jerking him off as I suck the rest out of him. He grunts then curses me out as it squirted to the back of my throat.
He catches his breath. “I’m ready to take a shower and get into OUR bed! I don’t want hear no shit either! I’m tired as fuck and I just want to sleep. Don’t fuck with me Raja!” he says stomping up the stairs. I get up on wobbly legs and a sore pussy. I look at the wall and it has a small indent where my ass was at.
I walk upstairs passing Lace’s room and realized she didn’t come home. I start getting worried. I can’t believe I drank that much not realizing Lace didn’t come home with me. I snatch the sliding doors back while Rico is taking a shower.
“Where the fuck is Lace? Oh my God! Lace is not home yet! Someone killed her! She doesn’t know any better! What if she went to a stranger?” I start shaking.
“What if a hood nigga got to her? She’s probably scared right now! She might not have her wipes on her. What if she breaks out really bad? She doesn’t have an Epipen with her!” I say really worrying. Rico pulls me into the shower and starts washing me up as I ramble on about Lace. He ignores me and I know why. “You know where Lace is don’t you?” I ask him.
Minutes later we step out and Rico sits on the toilet seat drying me off. “I’m not a baby Rico, I can dry myself off!” I say actually finding it cute.
“Shut the hell up Raja!” he says drying me off between my legs.
“You a little swollen down there, aren’t you? That’s what your lil ass gets
!” he says with his light brown eyes looking into my soul.
“You want tell me you love me don’t you?” he asks holding my chin up.
I smacked his hand away. “You’re still a cheater! Don’t think because I got the dick we cool! I have my needs too! Don’t get the shit twisted!” I tell him. He chuckles walking into the bedroom.
“Where is my cousin at?” I nag him.
“She’s with Tarae, damn! Leave me the fuck alone so I can go to sleep!” he yells at me.
“Oh helllllllllll nawl!” I grab the house phone calling Lace’s phone but she doesn’t answer. It takes me a few minutes to figure Tarae’s number out. It clicks then I call him.
“Yooooooooo!” he answers and I can hear Lace giggling in the background. This has got to be a nightmare.
“Nigga, bring my cousin home now! What you doing to her? Leave her the fuck alone! Stay away from her bitch!” I say cursing Tarae out. I can’t stand that arrogant ass nigga.
“We’re grown shawty!” he slurs into the phone drunk.