“Ima fix this shit, alright?” I asked, looking down at Charlie who looked like she was about to pass out any minute now. She nodded her head, but didn’t respond
I let her lie in my arms for a few minutes and I gently got up because I needed to wash my dick off. When she felt me move, she pulled me back in by my shoulder, not opening her eyes, though. “Don’t leave me,” she said.
“I’ll never leave you, girl. Believe me when I say you are my life! Take a nap and when you wake up, we going to go out to eat,” I said, kissing her on her lips and she smiled and rolled over on her side.
I went and got up and made my way to the bathroom. I got a towel out of the closet and sat it on the counter. I started the water in the shower, waited for it to get scorching hot and then I hopped inside. I made sure I scrubbed my dick real good, too. As I stayed in the shower, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had transpired. I swear, making a po’ boy rich was one of the most dangerous things because people would have some fucked up ass motives. I had my guard up about Chantel from the get go but to actually fuckin drug my ass was absurd. I knew she had the potential of poking holes in a condom, but not something to this extreme. I didn’t know what I was going to do but if she was pregnant, but that lil nigga wasn’t going to live to see the light of day. If I had to push her ass down a flight of steps, then so be it. She wasn’t about to be eating steak and lobster off of me for the next 18 years! Hell no!
After I jumped out of the shower, I wrapped the towel around my waist and used the toothbrush that I kept over here to brush my teeth. When I finished, I walked back inside the room and Charlie was still knocked out from having her pussy ate so good. I went over to my phone and did something that I knew was going to make a lot of bitches mad. I needed to clear my name and let bitches know what the fuck was up and what the deal really was.
I snapped the picture of Charlie laying down on her side and took a selfie of myself, making sure the tattoo of her name was visibly showing. I went to Frame Magic and made a collage right quick and then went to Instagram and uploaded the picture, captioning it, “I want to take the time to shout out the mother of my child and the woman in my life. I understand that some messy shit was leaked this morning but it’s all good in the end because we’ll both see who gets the last laugh. Dudes, be careful when you see that bitch Chantel White, especially if you a nigga with money because she’ll drug your ass up and rob you for your nut. If any of ya’ll run into that bitch, let her know she a dirty ass bitch.” And, with that being said, I posted it. I wasn’t going to be one of those niggas that’ll put a post up and then take it down a few hours later because mothafuckas thought it was wrong. Hell nah, I wasn’t going to do that and I damn sure wasn’t going to issue a statement of apology once the media got a whole of this. You fuck with my life and my relationship, I fuck with yours, but I’m going to fuck with it ten times harder!
Chapter 15: Tracy
Looking at social media, I had to admit that Chantel was a wild ass bitch and I liked that about her. She had an attitude about her that was a give no fucks type of attitude. The shit I saw with her and that nigga Quan was straight up wild. I didn’t know how but people must have been spamming that damn picture or something because it was no longer posted. If she was really pregnant by that nigga like she had claimed on Instagram, then that shit could really work to my advantage. I was going to come up with a plan to get with his baby mama and somehow put her up on game to all the bitches that I knew for a fact that he was fuckin behind her back. My motive was to possibly get her to get so mad at the nigga that she started spilling everything to me like water. I already knew that it would be hard to try and get with her, so I was prepared to wine and dine the bitch to get what I wanted in the end. I honestly wouldn’t need her services anymore now that Chantel was supposedly pregnant by that nigga.
I knew Chantel and with her, money talked. She didn’t want a damn thing from that nigga except a damn check and his sperm. I needed to sit her down and possibly have a talk with her and see if she wanted in on my little plan. Honestly, she really didn’t have a choice because I wasn’t taking no for an answer. When I wanted something, I went after it, even if that meant I had to take that shit. I honestly felt like Chantel might as well hop on board because she was crazy if she thought that Quan about to be dropping checks on her ass. So she might as well join me and my little plan and help me take all this nigga’s money.
Chapter 16: Quan
I was cruising down the streets, headed over to my mother’s house to make sure the house was straight because she had left to go to Vegas with her friends yesterday morning. It had been a month since the whole shit went down between Chantel and I. Honestly, I had the bitch blocked on all social networks and from my phone, so I had no clue what that lil hoe was up to. All my niggas were telling me to relax and not to act on my anger because if she ended up missing, most likely everybody would know that I had something to do with it and things wouldn’t look good in my favor. Since then, Charlie has had me by the balls, making a nigga check in damn near every hour, like she was my P.O or some shit. I guess when you fuck up that level of trust, then things have to be this way.
I was riding around listening to my new mixtape that I’d decided to call Hood Nigga Fetishes. That was some shit that I dropped because I wanted the fans to know that I wasn’t slipping on my music at all. This album was good because it was talking about the now. Most of the songs I wrote about, I talked about the shit I’d gone through; but this mixtape was simply my lifestyle. Charlie didn’t like half the damn songs because she didn’t like hearing about all the bitches that I’d fucked and the many threesomes that I’d had. It was really funny to see her face turn beet red when I played the mixtape for her for the first time.
Anyways, I was pulling up to my mother’s house. I honestly just planned on driving past, making sure the porch light and shit was on because I knew Monae wasn’t going to sleep in this big ass house all weekend by herself. It wasn’t until I was a red Camaro in the driveway, along with Monae’s BMW that I changed my mind. That instantly raised a brow because Quay was the only nigga in the hood with the tag on his car that said “QUAY.” I parked my car, jumped out and damn near ran up the driveway, hoping that I didn’t see some shit that I wouldn’t like. I used my key to quietly let myself inside. I took the steps two at a time and from where I was, I could hear constant moaning and groaning.
“Lord, please don’t let this be what I think it is,” I said, walking down to Monae’s bedroom. When I opened the door, I finally knew what it meant when people said, ‘Knock first.’
Here my baby sister was, getting her back blown out by my best friend. My nigga. My damn brother. He knew the code. He knew Monae was off limits.
“Nigga, you got one damn second to get the fuck off my sister before I blow your fuckin head off!” I spat, pulling the burner out of my jeans and aiming it towards his head.
To be continued
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