A Kingpin's Dream 3

by Briana Crosby

  “You ready for this dick, ma,” he asked as he kissed me passionately. He already knew the answer to that question, that’s why I didn’t bother to answer it. Instead I guided his dick to my opening, and he thrusted inside of me. “SSSsssssss, oh, baby,” I moaned out loud. His strokes became faster as he thrusted in and out of me with force. Kenya’s cries became louder and louder as Adonis moaned my name. He raised up my blouse and exposed my breast, he fondled both of them in his hands, and sucked on them one by one as he fucked me.

  “Yes, daddy, fuck this pussy,” I panted once more. I looked over Adonis’ shoulder only to see Kenya silently crying. Once our eyes met she began screaming.

  “NOOOOOOOO…NOOOOOO… MAKE IT STOP...NOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed once more before she passed out.

  PERSIA

  It was silent in the car as Brandon drove me home. I was supposed to be in Ramses’ car yet Brandon was taking me home. I was so fucking pissed and wanted to go off on someone so badly. I couldn’t wait until I got into my apartment so that I could soak my feet in some hot bathwater. This pregnancy was seriously taking a toll on me. I don’t know why I thought it would be ok for me to go out with heels on. I was also going to call Briana just to tell her that her little plan didn’t do shit for me, but it shol’ worked out in Miracles favor. I was starting to think Ramses didn’t want me anymore. My hormones got the best of me and I began to cry in the car with Brandon. He looked over at me and looked straight ahead instantly. I mean, I didn’t expect him to comfort me because that wasn’t his place but an “It’ll be ok” would have been perfect to say to me right now.

  “Alright, P, we here,” he said as he looked at me and unlocked the door.

  “Thanks for driving me home, Brandon. Drive safe now,” I said as I got out of the car. I walked into the loft building and walked right past the front desk security. I was not in the mood to have a long conversation with the security guard who could never shut the fuck up. “Hey, Persia, you have mail,” she said trying to get my attention. I ignored her and pressed the UP button on the elevator. I thanked God that the doors immediately opened. I got on and pressed the 8 floor button. On the ride up I began taking my heels off, because my feet were literally about to kill me. The elevator dinged letting me know that I was on my floor, the doors opened, and I got off and made it to my door. I reached in my clutch for my keys and unlocked the lock. Once I turned the light switch on my heart dropped and everything I was holding fell from my hands. Ramses sat on my couch with a look of death on his face. I had never seen him so angry before. I guess Briana’s plan did work, but I honestly didn’t know if he was here to break up or make up with me right now.

  “Ramses, why were you sitting in the dark? And when the hell did you get here?” I asked him.

  “Why the fuck were you at a club and you seven months fucking pregnant, Persia?” he boomed.

  “I went out with Miracle, but I’m sure you already knew that since you know every fucking thing that takes place, right? How the hell did you even get a key to my place, Ramses?”

  “Security gave it to me, but that’s not the fucking point. You fucking with another nigga, P?” He shot up from the couch and charged my ass. I was so afraid of this man that I was sure my ass was about to go into labor.

  “No the fuck I’m not, I only went there with Miracle. I’m sure Brandon told you everything that went down, so why you up here questioning me?” I said walking away. The only thing I could think about was that bath that I wanted so badly right now. He yanked my arm and began inspecting my neck for hickeys. I rolled my eyes because this man didn’t know that I was for him and only him. Plus I was pregnant with his damn child. He stepped back and looked me over once more before his eyes met mine.

  “If I ever find out you been fucking another nigga, I’ma fucking killing you, Persia, and that’s on my father’s grave,” he spoke through gritted teeth. I yanked my arm out of his grip and continued to walk to my bedroom. I took my blazer off and threw it on the bed before I walked into the bathroom to run my bathwater. I grabbed my Epsom salt and bubble bath out of the cabinet and quickly walked over to the bathtub to pour it in. As I screwed the top back on the bubble bath I looked over my shoulder and saw Ramses with his hands in his pocket leaning against the door.

  His ass watched my every move as I began taking my clothes off. Usually I would try and tease his ass but I was in pain, my body ached badly, so my ass needed to get in this tub quickly. Once every inch of clothing was removed from my body I stuck my foot in the water to make sure it was just right. I moaned a little from how good it felt and got all the way in. Once I was seated I leaned my head back on the bath pillow that lay behind me.

  I was so into the bath that I had forgotten that Ramses was still right there staring at my ass as if he wanted to kidnap me. He suddenly removed his hands from his pockets as he walked into the bathroom never taking his eyes off of mine. He grabbed a chair out of the closet and sat in it as I washed my body with the loofa. He leaned on his elbows and he ran a hand over his waves.

  “Why are you staring at me, Ramses?” I asked loving the fact that he was giving me the attention I desired. He never answered so I continued to talk.

  “Well, you know our doctor’s appointment is tomorrow, right? I would hate for you to miss it,” I said as I worked the body wash into my body. Again he didn’t answer. I was beginning to become agitated with his childish antics, so I decided to relax like I planned to do and enjoy my bath.

  Thirty minutes later I was out of the tub with a towel wrapped around my body. I had already moisturized every crevice of body, now I was just wrapping my hair, and brushing my teeth before I called it a night. Ramses was still in the chair being a creep as he stared at me. I watched in the mirror as his eyes never left mine. I didn’t know what this man’s motive were, but I was about to put his ass up out of my apartment if he didn’t say shit. This wasn’t his damn house, so if I wanted to put him out I could.

  “It’s funny how you put me out of your house…no... our house, yet you up here in my shit and not even speaking to me. What type of shit is that? Your ass better talk before I call security, Ramses.” I said as I rolled my eyes adding the extra attitude. As soon as I said something about security his ass shot up out of that chair so quickly that I couldn’t even react fast enough.

  “That’s the last fucking thing you want to do?” he said as he towered over me.

  “Then why are you here? You mad at me, right? Well leave,” I gritted.

  “Nah, I think I'm going to stay the night.” He began walking out, and I was right on his tail hitting him in the back as hard as I could. “No you need to…fuckin….go,” I fumed as I slapped his neck. His body must have been made out of rock, because he didn’t react to any of my blows, and by now my own damn hands were hurting.

  “Get the fuck out,” I repeated one more time before he turned around and snatched my towel from around my body.

  “Touch me again and see what the fuck happen. Take yo’ ass back in that room and go to sleep. I’ll be on the couch. We got an appointment in the morning,” he said as he looked my body over and walked away. I stood there looking dumbfounded as I watched him go into my linen closet. He grabbed some blankets and laid them on the sofa. He then sat on the couch with his feet propped up on the table and began watching TV.

  I was honestly at a loss for words. I turned my naked ass around and walked into my room with the saddest frown on my face. It’s ok, Persia, he can’t resist you, I thought as I smiled to myself. I laid in bed and pulled the covers up to my neck as I waited for him to enter. I heard footsteps coming from the hallway and immediately started smiling. Here he goes, daddy couldn’t stay mad at you forever, girl, I said to myself. I pretended to be asleep. Instead of getting in the bed his ass came to the side I was laying on and tapped my shoulder.

  “I need a pillow.”

  “You need a what?” I asked astonished. What I wanted to hear was “Baby, I want you back, let’s wo
rk things out so you can come back home.” Yet this nigga asked for a damn pillow. To say I was pissed was an understatement. I reached over and grabbed a pillow from the empty space where his head should have been laying. I handed it to him and watched him leave. Once the coast was clear, the tears that had been building up started to fall down my cheeks. I wanted so badly to call Briana or Miracle, but I decided against it and cried myself to sleep instead.

  MIRACLE

  I sat in Turk’s passenger seat and stared out of the window, because I refused to give this man any attention. He embarrassed me in front of hundreds of people, then had the nerve to get mad at me because I was talking to another man. Not only that, but he had the nerve to say I was acting like a hoe earlier when it was clear that he was a big time hoe out here in these streets. Men could dish so much shit, but get pissed off when you decided to boss up and do you. I saw him mean mugging me from my peripheral, which didn’t faze me, because I didn’t feel bad for what I had done. I probably didn’t get the baller at the club, but my ass was definitely about to start messing with someone else. “So you gon’ say sorry for what the fuck you did or not?” he asked. I turned my ass around in that seat so damn quick I startled his ass.

  “Are you fucking serious right now? Hurry the fuck up and take me home, because the last place I want to be is in this car with a little ass boy, who can’t admit when he’s wrong. You got bitches calling my damn phone, but you got the nerve to embarrass me in front of everybody in a club. You fucking around with so many bitches that people don’t even take me serious when I say I’m your girl. You got me out here looking stupid, Turk. I put my fucking heart into our relationship, but you stabbed me and hurt me to my fucking core. You damn right I’m about to talk to other men, you can’t see a good woman when she’s in front of you. Fuck you, Turk,” I boomed as tears ran down my face.

  It felt good as hell to be getting everything out. I had been practicing that speech for some time now, and tonight was the perfect time to let his ass know exactly how I felt. My chest heaved up and down as I turned back around and faced the window. I guess he couldn’t argue with what I said, because he didn’t say anything. He reached into his glove compartment and grabbed a spiff he must’ve rolled earlier. I heard the lighter flicker followed by the sounds of him inhaling and exhaling. I rolled my eyes and turned on the radio, because everything this man did right now irritated the hell out of me.

  But when you love someone

  You just don't treat them bad

  Oh how I feel so sad

  Now that I want to leave

  She's crying her heart to me

  How could you let this be?

  Donell Jones’ Where I Want To Be, blasted through the radio’s speakers. I looked over at the man I loved so much and began to cry even more. He pulled up in front of my house and looked straight ahead as he shut the car off and took a deep breath. “Thanks for the ride,” I said as I pulled on the door handle.

  “WAIT, MIRACLE,” he yelled as he touched my shoulder. I turned back around to look at him with one leg already out of the car.

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked.

  “I guess, Turk. I’m tired so we’re going to have to make this quick.” I placed my foot back into the car and quickly closed the door, because it was freezing outside. Not only that, but I really wanted to hear what he had to say. I knew for a fact that I was done with him, but I needed closure. He turned the radio down and licked his hips before he looked in my direction. I looked away to avoid eye contact, because that’s how he always got me.

  “I want to start off by saying that I love you more than anything, ma. You know I do. I understand if you want to move on. If that makes you happy then I’m happy with your choice. A nigga got a lot of baggage to carry right now, and it wouldn’t be fair to bring you into all of that. So…I got a plan. You ready to hear this shit, ma?” he asked excitedly.

  “Yes, Turk.” I rolled my eyes because I knew some crazy shit was about to come out of this man’s mouth.

  “You go both ways?” He asked seriously.

  “What the hell do you mean do I go both ways, Turk?”

  “Are you bisexual? You like vagina? Pussy? Hackysack? Vajayjay?” he asked.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me right now,” I said aloud. I rolled my eyes and attempted to get out of the car for the second time.

  “Wait, Miracle, let me finish, damn. So I was thinking that you can have your fun and shit, but it can only be with females. Shit, I like females too, so I won’t be as mad. You can get your lil pussy ate and go out on dates until I come back into your life. Men are off limits.

  “You can’t have fun and shit with a lame ass nigga or I’ll kill him. Can’t nobody go balls deep, because then I’ll have to catch a body and right now that’s not what I want to do, fam. All I’m saying is have fun until I’m ready to come back then we can have our family,” he said seriously.

  I blinked a couple of times to make sure my ass wasn’t dreaming. I looked at him for a moment and shook my head. I pulled on the door handle so that I could let myself out. I had no words for him. I was done, and this was all the confirmation I needed that he was never going to change.

  “You take care, Turk.” I said as I slammed his car door. On the way to my front door, I walked with a little pep in my step. I was overwhelmed with confidence when I realized I didn’t have to cry anymore. I was finally closing that chapter in my life and had no plans on returning…well at least I hope I didn’t.

  BRIANA

  “Grams these chitterlings smell so bad, and they’re making me so damn nauseous. I don’t think I can do this anymore. Let me switch jobs with Miracle or Persia,” I whined. It had been two weeks since I advised my girls to go out clubbing in order to get their men back. Thanksgiving had finally arrived, and we were at Grams’ helping to prepare Thanksgiving dinner.

  “Chile, if your ass don’t clean them damn chitterlings and stop complaining. Back in my day if you whined during Thanksgiving dinner ya ass got popped with a spatula. Now keep talking if you want to,” she warned. I rolled my eyes and pinched my nose while I rinsed these nasty ass chitterlings in the sink. I don’t even know why we had them when nobody ate them anyway. It was a waste of time to me. I could have been baking a cake, or doing something else that was actually beneficial. Persia looked over at me and laughed while she tilted her head over at Grams, who looked as happy as ever.

  “You gon’ ask or what,” Persia silently mouthed to Miracle and I. Miracle shook her head no as she sat and peeled the collard greens.

  “You ask,” I mouthed back. Of course Persia said no and turned her back so that she could finish cutting up the vegetables. If they weren’t going to ask about her and James then I guess it was my turn to be nosey. I grabbed the empty bowls and trash that had accumulated on the counter, before walking over to the other side of the kitchen where Grams was. I didn’t know how I was going to approach her with this question, but I do know I wanted an answer and I wanted one right now.

  As I got closer I became nervous. I was about to turn my pregnant ass around before she caught me and said something. “Briana, what you go to ask me, baby? I know that face anywhere,” she said smiling. I looked back at Persia and Miracle and saw that they were just as nervous as I was.

  “Well Grams…umm…I just wanted to ask...if, you know... you and James are…”

  “If we are what?” she said putting down the knife.

  “If you guys are….you know,” I said putting emphasis on the ‘you know’ so that I wouldn’t have to say the rest of the sentence.

  “Persia and Miracle come over here, and I want you all to have a seat in front of me.” She demanded. They wasted no time as they sat next to me with their eyes glued to Barbara. She got up in front of her seat and walked over to where we were as she studied us.

  “I don’t know how to put this, babies, but me and James have been on and off for years.” She said as she placed her hand
over her heart. I was honestly surprised and said nothing. Neither did Miracle or Persia.

  “Love is powerful, so powerful that it makes you forget about other things that matter to you the most. When I was married to Mula, the boy’s grandfather, I told you that I made him my life. I wasn’t happy if he wasn’t, I was fighting women, popping up wherever he was just to see if he was with another woman. Every night when I put the boys to sleep, I cried because I knew I was trapped.

  “I couldn’t leave Mula because he would find me or have me killed. I couldn’t go out and mingle because I was watched 24/7. So one day, James saw me crying and asked me what was wrong…the rest was history.” She shrugged. “A shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on and boy was it something worth riding. Now of course he’s a little older now, but, babies, when I tell you that this man was fine as hell, with muscles and nice white pearly teeth. Now that I think about it, it’s kind of odd that Mula never suspected anything, and always allowed James around me when he wasn’t here.” She smiled as she looked at us. My mouth was probably on the damn ground from all the information she was giving me. I would have never guessed they had messed with each other this long. The fact that they kept it a secret, all this time without no one suspecting a thing, was mind boggling.

  “Shout out to James, his ass wins the award for being the best side nigga to ever grace this earth,” Persia joked as she rubbed her stomach.