When A Hood Legend Claims It All 2

by Belleza

  “She can come over. Technically this is your home too… I want you to be comfortable. I just don’t want Trina up in here.”

  “You don’t ever gotta worry about me being around Trina. That friendship is over.”

  “Good,” was all I said. I didn’t believe in people being exactly like the company they kept, but Trina wasn’t shit. I peeped the way she would look at CoCo. She was too much of a good friend to recognize the bad in people. I didn’t want to get into their catty shit though.

  After I got dressed, I went to the mixing house where we decided we were going to meet up. Wes been off the grid for a few days, so when he hit me up about grabbing a beer I was with it.

  Kenton and I ended up pulling up at the same time. When we walked in we spotted Wes who was at the bar with an empty bottle in front of him, along with a glass and turning up another.

  “Damn, how you invite us but started without us?” I complained pulling out the seat next to him. Kenton sat on the other side.

  “Life can’t be that hard, we just made a quick million,” he stated.

  “It is when you got a baby on the way,” he responded taking the beer bottle out of his hand to take back the shock.

  “Aye...my man. Can you give us three doubles of Henny? Matter fact just bring the whole damn bottle,” Kenton called out to the bartender.

  Even though Wes looked pissed, I couldn’t help but laugh. The man was a whole fool.

  “This ain’t a laughing matter. I know the pain he’s going through. I had not one but two damn kids with a hoe I don’t like.”

  “You liked fucking her.”

  “Man, I wouldn’t touch that trifling bitch with a ten foot pole after the shit she did,” Kenton said.

  The bartender returned with the shots. Kenton told him to open a tab and to include Wes drinks on there and bring another round.

  I took mine back. “I thought neither one of y’all wanted kids.”

  “I wanted kids, just not with her. She was the one who didn’t want them at all,” Wes responded.

  “She’s keeping the baby?”

  “Of course she is!” Kenton yelled out. “Bitches ain’t shit. All she gonna do is use you for ya money bro.”

  This had to have reopened Kenton’s wound with his kids mother. Wesley was with Kesha for a few years and I believed he was actually feeling her. They just broke up and got together a lot because she was petty as hell. Kenton on the other hand had a ton of bitches he dealt with. I didn’t think he was going to ever settle down.

  “Calm ya ass down,” I laughed. “That girl has her own money.”

  “Money not even the issue. She did that shit because she wants to be with me and she thinks that’s gonna sway me to be with her. I care about Kesha, but no baby gonna change our situation. Thanks to her sneaky ass, the baby will be here soon. She hid that shit for months.”

  “That’s crazy. You think she did that because of the shawty you been talking to?”

  Wes shook his head. “She don’t know anything about her.”

  “Shit, we don’t either and we’ve been your friends longer than you’ve been fucking her.”

  Wes cut his eyes at Kenton and I laughed. “He got a point. You acting all secretive and shit. She gotta be special.”

  For a minute Wes didn’t say anything until he finally responded. “She is.”

  “Well… at this point all you can do is keep the peace between you and Kesha and be a good father. I ain’t with the dead beat shit. If Kenton have it in him to be a dad you do as well.”

  “Fuck you, nigga!” Kenton spat, chuckling.

  Wes actually laughed this time. I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he had a kid on the way if that shit bothered him. It would be something he’d had to get used to. It was fucked up, how shawty went about it, but there was nothing left to do.

  We ended up ordering a bunch of food while we got twisted. My phone went off on the bar and it was Corryn telling me how much she missed me. It reminded me of the head I got right before I left and had me smiling and adjusted myself.

  “Well who the hell you texting?” Kenton asked all in my face.

  “You sound like my girl. Chill with that.”

  “It’s probably Corryn,” Wes added.

  “It is Corryn. Them days are behind me.”

  Kenton screwed up his face. “Even Natalia.”

  “Nah. There’s no need to deal with her or any other woman if Corryn gives me everything I need. I wasn’t feeling that shit with her ex, but we good now. She’s at my crib chilling with Sharita and my sister. That girl, Sharita? Is she cool?” I asked knowing he mentioned she was someone he had in rotation at Wes’ party.

  “Yeah, she’s cool as fuck. I only fuck her at her crib though, so I’m not sure if she steals or not.”

  Again, we were boarder line pissy drunk and cracking the fuck up.

  “Since you done took the nigga connect and girl, have you heard anything else from him since that shit at her job?”

  “I’m giving him a chance to focus his energy on something else. He still can buy off Black I believe, so I ain’t taking no food off his plate. As far as Corryn he need to get out his feelings and stay in his lane. He got this one chance, but if he wants to act stupid after this situation he got another thing coming for him.”

  “Kill his ass instead of waiting.”

  “That’s not a good idea at all. There are cameras and shit in the lot. The police are aware that a man was there pointing a gun at me. If he disappears then I have the law on me. I don’t need a spotlight on me with all this shit we have going on. That’s bad for business.”

  My priorities were getting money and building my relationship with Corryn. It was very fast paced, but I was never the one to do shit by the books. I was feeling her and actually liked the fact that when I leave my boys I had someone to return to.

  CoCo

  It felt good to finally be around friends and not have to feel the strain of trying to make everyone get along. Sharita and Amena hit it off well. We were in the living room going through a bottle of wine after taking shots and scarfing down some pizza. I knew I was going to pay for this by the time I got up for work the next day but the amount of fun we were having made it worth it.

  I could tell Amena enjoyed being around us as well. Everyone needed somebody and I wanted her to know she wasn’t alone, especially if I had anything to do with it.

  “Okay bitches…” I announced standing up slowly to my feet. “My man will be here soon.”

  “Must be nice!” Sharita said out loud. “I’m going home to a vibrator.”

  Amena giggled. “You and me both. I’m not talking to Wes’ ass and I don’t want Jake touching me.”

  Time felt like it went slow after Amena’s comment. Sharita sobered up quick and gave me a look that had me ready to crawl under a rock. It wasn’t my business to tell so I simply acted like I didn’t hear and continued to clean up the mess we made.

  “Sounds like to me we all have a little something in common,” Sharita stated. “She’s with Amare. I’m screwing Kenton and you and Wes…”

  “Like each other but him and his ex-can’t let each other go,” she stated with a heavy eye roll.

  Sharita grimaced. “Oh man, that’s the worse. How does Amare feel about you being with his best friend?”

  “He would kill Wes in front of me,” Amena giggled even though the situation wasn’t funny at all. “It’s all good. I’m done with Wes. I met someone at the club almost a month ago and the three of them fucked him up. The other day he was in the area of my job and we got the chance to exchange numbers.”

  I shifted my gaze on her with a raised eyebrow. “You think that’s a good idea to go from his best friend to someone they trashed in a club.”

  “No, but I’m grown. Amare can’t run my life. He sent me a message asking to take me out, but I have yet to respond. Even though I would like to move on I’m not 100% sure if it's necessary right now.”

 
; “Who’s trying to take you out.”

  Amare appeared swaggering into the living room making my body react to the sight of him. He greeted Sharita, after he laid eyes on me, he didn’t smile or say anything else which had us all holding our breath. He didn’t look angry, but he did hear a part of a conversation that means he could possibly give Amena the third degree.

  “I didn’t know you were coming home that fast.”

  “Was I supposed to let you know when I left?” he asked pecking my lips and looking at his sister again. He took overprotective to the next level. “Had you reset the alarm you would’ve heard me. So who’s this muhfucka taking you out?”

  “Jake. He actually wanted me to come to his mother's dinner, but I haven’t made up my mind.”

  I released a deep sigh glad she was able to cover that up. I wasn’t sure how much of the conversation he heard, but he finally left us in the living room where we all started to crack up.

  We quickly cleaned up, so I could go to tend to my man. Amena decided to crash in the guest bedroom that was down the hall, so I tried my best to keep it down as Amare worked my center moving in and out of me at a slow pace so I could feel every inch of him.

  He had my hips in his hands and slightly lifted off the mattress so he can enter me an angle that had him rubbing on my spot every time he moved forward. The combination of him moving in and out of me and my finger pressed on my clit had my body trembling. Once the sensation got more aggressive I was arching my back and trying to twist my face into the pillow to muffle my moans.

  Letting go of my hips, he leaned forward with his hands planted on the sides of my head and stared into my eyes as he sped up his movements. I pulled him down to me, so I can kiss his perfect lips until my body gave in and he did as well collapsing as his dick jerked inside of me.

  After getting a few seconds to get himself together, he delivered a few kisses to my neck and slowly slid out of me causing me to wince. With all the sex we had I would’ve thought my body would adjust to him, but his size and girth wasn’t anything normal.

  He got out of the bed and I turned around to watch him from the bed in awe. Amare’s body was everything to me and as sore as I was I still wanted more of him. I was out of commission physically after the couple hours of drunk sex we had, but it didn’t hurt to look.

  With a washcloth in his hand, he came back to me and got me clean before taking it back to the bathroom and returned to the bed snuggling up under me.

  “What are you doing to me, yo,” he asked after kissing my shoulder and pulling me against his body.

  “Not a damn thing.”

  “If you say so. Maybe it’s this,” he told me placing his hands between my legs making me horny all over again.

  “Just that?” I turned around to face him and he kissed my lips softly.

  “That and you. I never seen myself to be this type of dude. Shit, I was scared at first thinking I’d fuck up, but it’s easier than I thought.”

  “What’s so scary about a relationship.”

  “You can get into it with the wrong person and lose everything.”

  “Uhhh.. it sounds like me, but what I gained was worth losing.”

  He smiled big showing his bright white teeth. “I am kind of a big deal,” he bragged making me roll my eyes.

  “So conceited.”

  “Why do you think the ladies love me.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “It better be loved and not love. I’m not play those games.”

  It pissed me off and he had the nerve to laugh. I did not want to go through the same shit I went through with Pitt. I rolled over, and he followed now with his body hovering over mine.

  “Chill I’m only fucking with you. I don’t give a fuck about how no one feel about me. Only you. We've had this conversation about what I use to do and what I’m doing now. I like this shit that we have going on. I wouldn’t fuck that up for nobody. It ain’t worth losing you.”

  “I’ma hold you to that,” I mumbled as he leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips.

  I only could compare Mar to the teenager I once knew from a far until now. He has shown he was so into me, but Pitt did as well. Only time would tell if this relationship was as real as he made it out to be.

  Trevor

  Sitting in the kitchen, I was on my phone setting things in motion with Amena so I could get closer to her brother. She was making it difficult to get close to her, but I was up for the challenge. My dick got so hard thinking about not only taking over Pitt’s shit and his wife, but also snatching Amare’s operation right under his hand all the while making his little sister cum all over my dick.

  Talk about a power trip. My days of being a stick up kid would soon be long gone. It was a lucrative move to say the least, but this drugs shit was way easier when all you had to do was get the shit and have others get their hands dirty.

  Smirking at the message I got from Amena, I took my eyes off the screen of my phone and glanced at Yvette’s that’s been going off for a while. I grimaced when I saw Pitt’s name flashing across the screen.

  “You gonna handle that?”

  Looking over her shoulder from where she stood at the kitchen sink cleaning the dishes from the big breakfast she made she responded. “Who is that?”

  “Don’t act like you don’t hear your damn phone ringing,” I snapped. “Why that nigga still calling you anyway?”

  Even though she’s been with me since she made it clear she was done with him I was still wondering if this shit with her was real. Granted, I didn’t have her wrapped around my finger, but Pitt had to have had some kind of hold on her since being released. She went ghost on me for a little bit.

  Shaking her hands off and then drying them, she came over to the island where I sat and lifted her phone. I slowly pushed the chair away from the island and made my way to her grasping the back of her neck with just enough pressure so she knew I wasn’t about to be playing with her when it came to him.

  One thing she didn’t know is that I had a mean streak. I done did a lot of people so dirty I wasn’t sure who I can trust which is why I did shit on my own. In a way I needed her to get to this connect, but I ain’t have no issue getting rid of her the moment I felt like things were shifting out of my control.

  With my free hand, I slid my Desert Eagle closer to us, to help get my point across.

  “Don’t make me regret this, Yvette. You’re at the point of no return, so I’m telling you right now don’t you ever make me second guess where you stand.”

  Her eyes had to have been on my gun because her body was shaking like a wet leaf against the island.

  “I’m… I’m… I’m with you, Trevor. I told you that. He’s calling because I haven’t been back home,” she stammered. “If you want me to tell him I’m done I will.”

  She went to reach for her phone she dropped after I grabbed her, but I stopped her by placing the barrel of my gun on her hand.

  “Not yet. We still have other things to accomplish,” I told her releasing my grip on her neck.

  Turning to face me, she had anger in her eyes that didn’t move me one way or the other. I was the one in control, not her.

  “When will we put this plan in motion? You’re getting upset that he’s calling me. What else am I supposed to do? He’s still technically running our business.”

  Circling my arms around her waist I pecked her lips to lessen the blow of me threatening her life.

  “Everything will come together soon. I have a plan.”

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “Let me handle that. I just need you to play your part and handle this.”

  I kissed Yvette again and placed her hand on my growing manhood. She finally smiled and moved her hands to my waist dipping her hand inside of my ball shorts. Once she got a hold of my dick, she eased herself slowly to the floor on her knees and freed what she was looking for.

  “Stop playing with that shit, Vet,” I groaned gripping a handful of her soft curly hair.
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  Standing over her, I watched as she took my length into her mouth.

  “I swear I want you and only you, Trevor.”

  “Suck this dick then,” I told her pushing her head down so my tip can push past her tonsils. She gagged and I released a throaty moan continuing to push her head into my pelvis so she wouldn’t stop. When she got a good rhythm, I let her go allowing her to do her thing until the doorbell rang. I would’ve said fuck it but I knew who it was and the information I needed was more valuable than a dick suck.

  “Damn, hold on,” I hissed moving her head. Yvette looked up at me before slipping my dick out of her mouth and stood to her feet.

  Fixing myself, I went to the front door and pulled it open to see Officer Cloak at the door. Her eyes automatically went to my dick which was still hard as fuck.

  “Did I interrupt something?” she asked as I stepped aside so she could come in.

  “Yeah, but you’re more than welcome to finish.”

  “I rather not,” she grimaced. “Are we alone?”

  I looked over my shoulder and then noticed Yvette walking up the stairs with her eyes on both of us. Not sure if she was going to linger around to eavesdrop on our conversation, I headed to the den with Cloak for privacy.

  “She looks familiar.”

  “That’s Yvette, Pitt’s wife. After you help me out with getting rid of him I will have her all to myself.”

  Officer Cloak grimaced. “You can’t keep your dick to yourself?”

  “Sharing is caring,” I laughed winking my eye at her. Cloak tried to act like she didn’t care for dick but both of us knew that wasn’t true.

  “Can we get down to business?” she rolled her eyes flipping the folder open. “Since I’m actually employed I don’t have time to follow Amare, so I invested some of the money you gave me into a private investigator especially since there’s no paper work on him. He’s clean which I’m not surprised of. If he can fly under your radar for this long, I’m sure he has the power to fly under the police’s as well.”

  Growing frustrated I sighed. “Do you have anything or not?!”