She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Nigga, there is no way I would jeopardize my relationship to get my pussy ate by you. I’m completely taken care of in that department, and plus, I’m pretty sure you couldn’t even make me cum. You look like you’d just get slobber everywhere. Get out of my face before I tell Ricky what the fuck you just said to me.”

  Karm sucked his teeth but remained next to me until the song finished. By that time, Virginia had come back, and before Ricky came off the stage, Karm walked off. I probably wouldn’t even be able to listen to his songs anymore, with his thirsty, disrespectful ass.

  Ricky walked off the side of the stage after giving the crowd a little speech, and once the smell of his cologne hit me, I cheesed.

  “You did so good, baby,” I beamed, but his face wasn’t happy like I thought it would have been after such an amazing night.

  “What that muthafucka say to you?” Ricky glared down at me.

  “Nothing, we were just making conversation and—”

  “What that nigga say to you?” he repeated the question.

  I didn’t want Karm to get his ass beat, but it was inevitable at this point.

  “He asked me to come chill with him in his dressing room.”

  Ricky chuckled sexily as his homeboys, Dimitri and Kenneth that had come on the tour, approached. He slapped hands with them, exchanged a few words, and then he took my hand and led me to the meet and greet area. I was confused as hell because he seemed upset, and now he was fine, smiling and waving to the eager fans that were waiting to meet him.

  I stood off to the side and watched as he signed merchandise for his fans and took pictures. I did not approve of some of the outfits these hoes wore because I knew they were worn just for Ricky. There was even an after party later, but he said he’d be too tired to go so we were just gonna have dinner in the room together.

  About an hour later, he was finished with his fans, and we were escorted to the black truck out back so we could get to our Presidential Suite at the Venetian. The beginning of the ride there, Ricky seemed to be in deep thought, so he didn’t say a word. I slipped my hand into his, and when I did, he turned away from the window and looked to me. His face bore no expression in particular, as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

  “You so damn beautiful, baby. I can’t really blame niggas for checking for you, but that nigga disrespected me, and I can’t let that shit ride.”

  “You know I would never do anything like that, so don’t even worry about it.”

  “I’m not worried about shit, I’m angry,” he stated lowly. “Can’t even be nice to muthafuckas these days because they’re shady as fuck. Gave that bitch ass nigga a chance by letting him open for me,” Ricky chuckled. “But I got him.”

  I nodded, scooting closer to him in the back seat of the Yukon with dark tinted windows. The Vegas lights were so bright tonight, and Las Vegas Boulevard was crowded as hell with drunk people and sober ones ready to get drunk.

  We made it to the hotel, and as soon as we got inside, Ricky was on his second phone.

  Hanging up, he said, “I’ll be right back, baby. Go ahead and get undressed and we can order some food in a little bit, aight?”

  “No, baby, where are you going?” I whined. I wasn’t even a whiner, but I wanted to have him to myself for once today. He had a photo shoot earlier, and then a soundcheck, and then the concert. I’d only gotten about three kisses today in total, and my needy ass was on one.

  Chuckling at me, he replied, “I’m coming right back. This shit ain’t gon’ take but ten minutes tops.” He opened the door. “Relax. Enjoy the room and shit, and I’ll be back before you know it.”

  I plopped down onto the couch in the living area, feeling defeated, as Ricky left back out. I removed my shoes and grabbed my iPhone up to scroll Instagram, but instead, I decided to see what the fuck Ricky was up to.

  Slipping my phone into my back pocket, I pushed my feet into my slides and rushed out. By the time I’d gotten into the hallway, Ricky was nowhere to be found, but I had a feeling I knew exactly where he went.

  Walking down some doors slowly, I finally came to a stop when I heard a little bit of ruckus and some voices.

  “Aight man, aight!” I heard what sounded like Karm … crying. I could vaguely hear someone else talking, but it was obvious they were speaking lowly on purpose.

  “What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself, and when I heard someone coming, I dipped around the corner to hide.

  Karm’s hotel room door came open, and Ricky walked out looking as calm as ever, as Clay came rushing from across the way. Luckily he didn’t see me because he had tunnel vision.

  Clay went into the room, and came to the door holding Karm. Karm was beat the fuck up and blinking slowly as hell like he was super close to passing out. His face looked like it hurt; I know it did.

  “Take him to the hospital?” Clay inquired.

  “Nah nigga, get my people on the line and take his muthafuckin’ ass back in the room. Fuck wrong with you?”

  Clay nodded quickly and took Karm back into the room before closing the door. I panicked, not knowing how the fuck I was gonna get to the room before Ricky, so I just came from hiding and started walking. My footsteps were quiet, but Ricky must have felt my presence because he looked over his shoulder before I even got a good stride going. With a face full of confusion, he hung up his phone and put it into his pocket.

  “Hey baby, I just went to get some ice but forgot the bucket,” I lied as quickly as I could. He stared me down for a moment, so I added, “What happened to your shirt?”

  There were blood speckles on it.

  “Had to handle some shit. Come on.”

  “You went to see Karm?”

  “I didn’t really go see him. I knocked on the door and when he answered, I started whooping his ass.”

  Chuckling, I asked, “So who is gonna be on your tour now?”

  “Him. He better have them niggas put some makeup on him or wear his scars proudly. Whatever the fuck he chooses to do, he’d better have his ass out there on the stage for the rest of this promo tour or I’m gon’ have something else for him.”

  We held hands until we got to the room. I noticed that Ricky liked to hold hands, which was funny to me because he just wasn’t that mushy type. He probably didn’t even notice it.

  Before the door to the room closed good, Ricky removed his shirt and scooped me up to take me to the bathroom. Once inside, he placed me to my feet gently and pecked my lips. He bore into my eyes as he pulled my shirt over my head and then started to unbutton my jeans.

  Ever since he told me he loved me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d said it once that night he left and never again, and that was a few days ago. A part of me felt like he actually did love me because of how well he treated me, but then again, considering the circumstances, he could have just said it to shut my ass up.

  Deciding to test the waters, I said, “I love you, Ricky.”

  “I love you too, baby,” he replied as he pushed my thong down and kissed my pussy. “I told you that.”

  I smiled widely since he wasn’t looking, as I stepped out of my underwear, which was pooled around my ankles. Rising to his feet, he bent my head back and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

  Chapter One: Justice Rogers

  “Oh shit, is that Ricky AK?” Justice asked Glory, smiling.

  Justice had been a homebody pretty much ever since she had the baby, considering she had to do the parenting alone. Plus, she’d lied to Lue and told him she moved to Texas like he’d requested, so she couldn’t run the streets too much in fear of getting caught. The money he sent to Texas went to her cousin Jamar’s place out in Austin, so Jamar just deposited it into her account for her, for a small percentage of it. The plan was perfect to an extent; Justice had the money, but not really Lue.

  Lue was actually in love with Justice, but his focus on losing Draylah made it easy for Justice to pull the wool over his eyes. He barely called, and barely repli
ed to any texts; however, Justice was still in love with the man who had basically romanced her for longer than even Draylah knew.

  “That is him, oh my gosh!” Glory squealed.

  She’d never been in the same club or vicinity as Ricky AK, and always thought she’d be bold and ready upon seeing him, but that wasn’t the case. Big ass butterflies filled her stomach because of how nervous she was. He was all the way up in the VIP section, yet, she was still tripping out as if he was standing right next to her. She was baffled at how jittery she was, just by being in the same building as this man.

  “Your ex best friend is fucking him, I heard,” Justice spoke up. Like Glory, she too wondered how Draylah had been able to get at Ricky, and consistently; consistency was key. Men like Ricky changed women frequently, so Draylah’s ability to stick around for the time that she did was puzzling to Justice.

  “Yeah, I guess she’s a hoe now ever since Lue left her ass for you.”

  Justice and Glory giggled in unison at Glory’s joke, even though Glory was actually burning up with fury on the inside at the thought of Ricky and Draylah. She felt better thinking about the fact that he had to be smashing Draylah and nothing else, because their appearances together had been few and far in between lately. Glory was beyond grateful for that. It was hard seeing her old friend cozied up with her favorite rapper and longtime crush, especially because he seemed to actually be interested.

  “Girl, his homie is right there! I’m about to ask if we can meet him!” Justice darted off before Glory could stop her.

  Glory always thought she would want to meet Ricky AK, but right now she was on edge at the thought. And Justice felt like she’d be doing her friend a favor by getting her in good with the man of her dreams. And quiet as kept, she too wanted to meet the rapper. He was much sexier in person, and his aura was sickening in a good way.

  Glory watched Ricky AK up in his VIP, sipping his cup of dark liquor and looking even finer to her than he did on TV and in print. His swag was impeccable to Glory’s ravenous eyes, and she could tell that he was a thoroughbred ass nigga, just like he’d portrayed himself to be.

  I wouldn’t know what to do with a man like that honestly, she thought.

  “What? What happened?” Glory shrieked when Justice rushed back over to her.

  “Bitch, he said we can meet him! Come on!” Justice grabbed Glory’s hand and rushed behind her all the way up to the dude she’d spoken with. Once they’d gotten to the bottom of the stairs that led to VIP, the two ladies started up them.

  Cardi B’s “Bodak Yellow” blasted loudly as Glory’s legs seemed to shake with every step she took up the staircase. The whole time she kept her eyes on Ricky, who was now smoking a blunt and bobbing to the music, while reading something on his iPhone.

  “He’s right over there, baby.” The guy pointed to Ricky.

  “Umm, can’t you introduce us? I can’t just walk up on him,” Glory complained, too afraid to just approach Ricky.

  The man chuckled at her and sucked his teeth, before waving Glory and Justice to follow him. Glory let Justice lead, because she needed to get herself in order and take as much time to do so.

  She watched the man lean down and whisper into Ricky’s ear, and when he did, Ricky’s eyes landed on both her and Justice. His eye contact was so intense that it made Glory look off, and toss her golden blond curls to the other side. Her yellow complexion was flushed as hell right about now, and she knew it because of how hot her insides were. She wanted to turn away and run, but she’d be a fool to.

  The man nodded for Glory and Justice to come closer, so Glory nudged Justice to step up first. That was a terrible idea, because Ricky AK’s eyes seemed to like what they saw in Justice. The girl was beautiful, with her long dark hair, smooth brown skin, and a natural shapely frame. Glory was a looker too, but tonight, she was no competition for her younger and more naive friend.

  Justice snickered at Glory’s fright, and then stepped up closer to Ricky. Usually, she was the one on the shyer side, but tonight it was Glory. Plus, Justice had never seen a man so damn handsome in all of her life. The way his eyes moved over her body did something to her, which had never ever happened, not even with Lue. She didn’t want to admit it, but she understood why Draylah had moved on and never looked back.

  “Hi, Ricky. I’m a big fan, but my girl back here is an even bigger one.” Justice pointed over her shoulder at Glory with her thumb. Now up close, she was just as nervous as Glory was, but intrigued nonetheless. She wanted to say fuck Glory, but because she wasn’t that type, she decided to stick with the plan.

  “Oh, y’all some fans?” Ricky inquired, looking right through Glory and Justice it seemed. He knew some groupies when he saw them, and he could tell Glory was one off top. Justice, on the other hand, he knew she was a good girl slowly turning bad, and that’s why fucking her was more intriguing than a hoe like Glory.

  “Yep!” Justice smiled shyly, making Ricky lick his lips.

  Glory simply nodded, trying to stop her stomach from turning over like a rotisserie chicken.

  “You can’t speak, baby?” Ricky cocked his head, surprised that a bitch like her was even shy. He knew she’d seen more dicks than a streetwalker, so he was slightly confused by her behavior.

  “Ye-yes, I’m a huge fan. I’ve been a fan since you were performing at underground joints.” Glory stammered over her words, already embarrassed.

  “Come here.”

  Glory was stuck for a minute, but she moved closer and took a seat next to him, while Justice sat on the other side. He smelled so damn good, and up close, he was even more attractive than she’d expected, making it hard to keep eye contact with him. Glory was so stiff that she was giving a statue a run for its money.

  “I’m about to fuck baby girl right here,” he nodded towards Justice, surprising her. “But I want my dick sucked before that. You got me?” Ricky looked deeply into Glory’s eyes, awaiting her ‘yes.’

  Justice hadn’t expected that, but just from the few minutes that she’d spent with the honest rapper, she was already on it. Glory would have to share or fight at this point.

  Glory, too, was taken aback by how forward Ricky was, but a part of her didn’t expect anything less. And she wasn’t about to lose the opportunity to fuck with him, especially not since Draylah had gotten the chance to. Happy that he was here asking her for head, and Draylah was nowhere to be found, Glory smiled seductively.

  The only thing bothering her was the fact that Justice was agreeing to fuck him, and he’d only asked her for some head. This was supposed to be an opportunity for her, and in her mind, Justice was crossing the fucking line.

  And just that quickly, Justice was too far gone to even care about a friendship with Glory.

  “Of course, I told you that I was a big fan,” Glory finally replied. “But Justice, didn’t you say you needed to be home early?” She gave her friend a look, hoping she got the hint.

  “No,” Justice replied smugly, and then glanced up at Ricky as if she was in love already. She knew what the hell Glory was doing, and usually, she would have got up and left. Glory always bossed her around, but tonight, their friendship would just have to end because she was not opting out of Ricky’s request … or demand.

  “I’m a big fan of Ricky AK too,” Justice finally added, after having a lustful stare down with Ricky.

  Ricky chuckled, almost like he was laughing at his thoughts, which almost prompted Glory to ask what was on his mind.

  “Should we exchange numbers?” Glory inquired, trying to one up Justice … and Draylah too.

  He frowned as if what she’d asked was absurd and then questioned, “You follow me on Instagram?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s all you need. I just want my dick sucked. We gon’ leave straight from here for that shit, ain’t no need to exchange numbers. I don’t wanna keep in touch.”

  Ricky found it quite comical that she thought this was about to go on any longer than tonight.
She was about to suck some dick, her friend was about to get fucked, and then they’d both get sent on their way.

  Glory was disturbed by the fact that Ricky didn’t even care to have her number, and hadn’t asked her name. She felt smaller than an ant hearing his response, but still she wasn’t gonna turn this down. If Draylah didn’t have a problem with being his one-nighter, then neither did she.

  Granted, Glory had seen pictures of them out together, and Draylah was even on his SnapChat, but she couldn’t think about that right now. She had to tell herself that Draylah was a groupie to make herself feel better for wanting to be nothing but a nut tonight. Plus, if Justice thought she was gonna get some alone, she had another thing coming as far as Glory was concerned.

  An hour later Ricky, Justice, a girl named Noel, Glory, and Ricky’s homies left to go to a hotel. Glory was bummed since she thought they were going to his home. It was clear she really had no idea what type of man Ricky was to women like her.

  They ended up at the hotel in a regular room since Ricky told them he wasn’t gonna be staying the night, and he also wasn’t about to spend top dollar on some groupie bitches. He was just trying to bust a nut, since Draylah was holding out on him, pretending like she didn’t want to be together. That shit would be over soon, but until then, he’d have to get some pussy elsewhere.

  Even though Ricky initially only wanted head from Glory, he’d changed his mind and said she needed to hook his friends, Dimitri and Kenneth, up first before she did anything with him. Really, he was turned off by her nervousness. Justice was nervous too, but Ricky found it enticing, knowing he was about to break her cute ass in. If she had a nigga, after tonight, he was sure she wouldn’t want him anymore.

  Glory wasn’t a nun per se, but she didn’t do things like what Ricky was requesting. However, she would do anything for a chance with this man, so she agreed to pleasuring his homeboys.

  She gave both of his friends head in another room across the hall, while Ricky fucked Justice and Noel in a threesome. Once Glory had gotten his friends off, she hurried across the hall, only to find Justice and Noel in the room, but no Ricky.