She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 2

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by Shvonne Latrice


  Gripping her little ass up, I put her legs around my waist as she unbuckled my jeans. As soon as my dick was out, I moved her panties to the side and plunged into her. Holding her sexy thighs, I pounded her pussy as I held her up against the wall. We were kissing like we were in love or some shit, as she moaned into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” she whimpered. “Mmm.” Her voice and body trembled as she rained down on me.

  I kept hitting her deep, even letting a few moans of my own slip out. Her pussy was dumb wet and gripping my dick something serious. Before I knew it, I felt my nut rushing down, so I pulled out and snatched a paper towel from the holder to bust on.

  Tossing it into the trash, I stood there out of breath, listening to Kattlyn pant feverishly. We made eye contact, and when a beautiful smile spread across her face, I sucked my teeth playfully.

  “I think we’re even now.” She chuckled, as she grabbed a pack of what appeared to be wipes from her purse.

  “You got me for like $500, how we even?”

  “Nigga, this pussy is worth $500,000. You got a hell of discount and you hit twice, even one time raw, which I don’t do.”

  I couldn’t do anything but lick my lips at her, as she handed me a wipe to clean my dick. Once we both were done, we washed our hands and I opened the bathroom door for her to leave. We decided to get some pizza, and then went out to my car.

  After eating for a little bit, she said, “I’m really sorry about robbing you. I actually enjoyed your company, but I needed the money badly.”

  I stared out of my front windshield for a little bit before saying, “What did you need it for?”

  “I owed someone money, and let’s just say, they’re kind of ruthless when it comes to that.”

  “Bet not be talking about a pimp or no shit like that.” I gave her the side eye. She was suspect as fuck, but for some reason, that shit was something that made me like her. She wasn’t the typical female; she had a story and a mysterious nature that I was attracted to.

  “What? Nigga, no! It’s just some nigga in the hood who helps people out here and there when they’re in a bind.”

  I watched her talk, eat, and laugh, just taking in how flawless she was. I could tell she didn’t even know it either. She knew she was cute per se, but she ain’t realize that she was bad as hell. Bad enough for me to fuck her instead of slapping the dog shit out of her for robbing me.

  “I admit that shit was kind of sexy how you got me. But you do some shit like that again and it’s a wrap for you.”

  Laughing mockingly, she replied, “Yeah right. You seem like the harmless type.”

  “And that’s why I’m the perfect nigga for the job. You ever notice serial killers be the niggas you least expect?”

  Kattlyn looked my way with a slight frown, then chuckled. “Yeah, now I feel like I should make a run for it. Only psychos say shit like that.”

  “I’m not psycho, but I can get psycho.”

  It just wasn’t a lot of shit that made me mad. I was a type C nigga, so it’d have to be bad for me to blow the fuck up. Ricky? All you had to do was look at that nigga the wrong way and he was going across yo’ shit. Qamar had a temper too, but you could just dangle a bag of coke in front of his ass and he’d sit the fuck down. I chuckled at my thoughts.

  “So where is your baby mama?”

  “I think she at home with my son. She better be.”

  “I see you got her back.”

  “You mad?”

  “Not really I guess.” She shrugged, looking out of the front windshield.

  To be honest, I wanted to sit here with Kattlyn all night instead of going home, but that’s what irresponsible ass niggas did. I’d done enough irresponsible shit for the night.

  I started to drive around some more as we talked about all kinds of shit, and then I dropped her pretty ass at home, which was at Draylah’s crib.

  “Aye, come back,” I called after her once she closed my car door. She came back and leaned down into the window. “You gon’ let me take you out?”

  For a moment, we just smiled at one another.

  “When you’re single.”

  “But we just fuck—”

  “And it’ll be the last time. I just gave you a little something to think about so you can speed up the process.” She winked as she walked backwards.

  Shaking my head, all I could think was, got damn …

  Chapter Four: Qamar

  Click.

  The sound of the safety being removed from a gun woke me up from my sleep.

  “Wake yo’ ass up, bitch.”

  I opened my eyes to see Ricky’s crazy ass standing over me with a gun to my head. I couldn’t believe this muthafucka had gotten into my crib and had the nerve to have a damn pistol to my shit. Nah, who the fuck was I kidding? I wasn’t surprised at all; Ricky’s ass was touched.

  “Man, come on, what you doing?” I frowned, head aching even more because the gun was prodding my forehead something serious.

  “Nigga, you missed a fucking meeting,” Ricky gritted as I dabbed my nose. The shit was bleeding, and it was probably because I’d snorted enough coke to put a hole in my shit last night. I even had to give the dealer one of my whips to pay my damn tab since I ain’t have all the cash on me. “Now you can stuff whatever the fuck you want up yo’ nose, and miss as many meetings regarding yo’ shit that you want to. But when it comes my muthafuckin’ money, you better be a damn model citizen around this bitch.”

  “Aight. Can you put that shit up? Fuck!” I sat up and dropped my face in my hands. I had no damn idea what the meeting was regarding, and since Ricky was on one, I didn’t want to ask him just yet because he’d probably bust a cap in my ass.

  “Laid up in here looking like a $2 crack hoe,” he jabbed. His back was to me by this time, so I hopped out the bed to try and rush him, but he mushed my ass and I fell back onto the bed. “This ain’t what you want, bruh,” he laughed. “You know you only like fighting females.”

  I looked his way when he sat down in the chair in my bedroom, and after staring at one another for a little bit, this crazy nigga broke out into laughter.

  “You don’t even know what the fuck the meeting was about, do you, nigga?” he grinned.

  “Nigga, fuck you, aight?” I got out of the bed to get some tissue for my nose. “But uh, what was it for again?”

  “With Greezy to talk about a joint tour since my album is dropping in a couple weeks. Yo’ shit been out, and doing pretty well, so it would be a big money maker.” Ricky made a face when he finished.

  “Why you look like that? Shit sounds like good news to me.”

  “Because this shit is getting worse, Qamar.” He pointed to the remnants of my habit that were on the nightstand still. “I told you don’t fuck with my money, and if we on tour and you miss a show, nigga, I love you, but I swear on my life that I’ll take yours.”

  “I ain’t gon’ need this shit on tour.”

  “Is that what you think, nigga?” Ricky rose to his feet. “Nigga, you used to be an occasional user, and now you doing that shit every time I look up. I ain’t never said shit because I ain’t one to chase behind and try to raise another muthafucka, but you need to reel it back in, bruh.”

  “Nah, I swear I’m good.” I nodded, picking my clothes out.

  “Well, you gotta prove that shit to Greezy and to me because I ain’t going into any fucking type of business venture with a nigga who can’t even wake up on time to get to the money.” Ricky walked to the door of my bedroom to leave.

  I ain’t wanna hear the shit he was saying to me right now, because he was wrong as fuck. I had this shit under control.

  “Yeah, aight,” was all I said before heading to the bathroom, leaving him to let his own self out.

  I brushed my teeth and then hopped into the shower, before getting dressed. Just as I was about to leave, my phone started ringing and I saw it was my mama calling. I was happy as hell it wasn’t Lacie. We’d gotten a DNA test done, and we
had to go down and look at the results, but I ain’t want to do that shit. I felt it in my gut that she was carrying my baby, and not knowing felt better to me right now.

  “Hey, beautiful.” I smiled into the phone. I’d just gotten back in good with my mama a couple months ago, because I was off her ass when she left my father. I still didn’t fuck with the fact that she did that, but I loved her, so I wasn’t gon’ completely shut her out.

  “Hey, baby. I wanted to call you and let you know that they found your father already.”

  “Oh shit.” I grinned widely. “Aight. I’m gon’ come through and see him. You got him at the crib, right?”

  “No, baby, we had him put into the hospital. He needs his medication and he needs some other treatment as well,” she replied somberly.

  “What the fuck you do that shit for?” I hissed, looking in the mirror at my reflection. I was scowling hard as fuck at the moment.

  “Because he is ill, Qamar, and you know that! Now watch your damn mouth when you’re talking to me!”

  “He’s ill because you left him! You should have helped him!”

  “Little nigga, if I wasn’t over the phone right now, I would smack fire from you. I stuck by that man for way longer than I should have, through all types of bullshit because I loved him, and for your snotty nosed ass. If you wanna run behind him and try to make him act like a grown man for once in his life, then be my guest. But for right now, he is getting medical attention.” She hung up as soon as she finished speaking.

  I was angry as fuck, but there wasn’t shit I could do. Times like these, I wanted to just lay up in the fucking house all day and get high.

  Suddenly, I thought about Bia. She always kept my mind off of drugs and shit, so I was gonna go see her ass. She told me she would have class around this time; that was when we were still talking. Ever since I dropped by her job, she wasn’t fucking with me, but usually, if I let a little time pass by, she would fold. That’s how I usually rolled when I fucked up.

  I made it to her school out in the Hawthorne area, and searched the parking lot for her whip. Once I found it, I parked right next to it and thought of some shit to say. While waiting, I shot her a text, but as usual, her ass didn’t respond to me. About fifteen minutes later, I heard her laughter, which almost made me snap my neck to look back in her direction. Quickly hopping my ass out, I slammed my door loud enough to stop her in her tracks. Upon seeing me, her happy expression switched instantaneously, making me feel like shit.

  “Bia, let me talk to you.” I moved towards her. It caught me off guard when she looked around the parking lot with a face full of fear. “You afraid of me?” I inquired, completely baffled.

  “What do you want, Qamar? I have to go.”

  “I just wanna talk to you. Maybe I can take you to get something … to eat.” My voice lowered towards the end of my sentence, as she shook her head ‘no.’

  “I’m not going any fucking where with you. I don’t wanna see you or talk to you ever again.”

  “Bia!” I grabbed her arm.

  “Help!” she screamed and jumped back. I would have punched her face for being so damn extra, but I could tell the fright in her eyes was real. “You need to get the fuck away from me. You need help, and you need to grow the fuck up. You are a grown ass man, running around like a stupid ass high school kid, and I am not here for it, Qamar. Either get your shit together and be a man, or go find one of these young, dumb hoes that likes niggas with issues and drug habits they want to deny.”

  “I am a fucking man!” I roared, infuriated by the way she’d spoken to me.

  “Yeah! Yell it louder and maybe people will start to believe it!” she laughed angrily. “I am not here to make you what you should already be at this age. You know you have a problem, but instead of facing it, you wanna play pretend like a little boy. So do that by yourself.” She yanked her car door open, threw her shit into it, and slammed the door.

  No female had ever talked to me like that in my entire life.

  BAM!

  I slammed both of my hands on her window, making her jump.

  “You wasn’t nothing but some pussy anyways! And the shit was weak as fuck! Hoe ass bitch!” I barked, and started off back to my whip.

  Stupid ass hoe had a nigga fucked up talking to me like that. She was lucky I didn’t fuck her ass up.

  WHAM!

  I stumbled forward after feeling a blunt item knock the shit out of me. I turned around, blinking hard as hell to see Bia standing there grimacing with a thick ass textbook in her hand. I held the back of my shit with squinted eyes, as she walked back to her car, got in, and drove off. It seemed like today would only get worse and fucking worse.

  ***

  Later that night …

  Lacie: We have to talk, Qamar. The doctor gave me the results over the phone, and you’re the father like I told you.

  Me: Good luck then.

  Lacie: Good luck? Does that mean you’re not gonna be in its life? I don’t wanna do this alone.

  Me: Then get a fucking abortion.

  Lacie never responded to that text, and I was perfectly fine with that shit. If she had that damn baby, she was gon’ have to do that shit alone.

  I looked around my house, bobbing my head to the music that was blasting right now. The party I was throwing was in full fucking effect, keeping my mind off of all the bullshit. I damn sure didn’t tell Ricky or MG’s hating ass, because I didn’t want Ricky’s ass knowing I was partying after missing that damn meeting. And MG, well, I’m sure you know why I ain’t tell him.

  I leaned forward to do a line that was on the table for me, while some random kissed on my neck. When I glanced up, I saw a pretty ass girl standing before me, looking like a fish out of water. She was minding her own business, kind of peeping the scene as if it wasn’t her scene. It was obvious someone convinced her to come, and even more obvious that she regretted it.

  “Aye, you doing aight?” I called out.

  She turned to face me, still clutching her small purse at the front of her body tightly.

  “Yeah, I’m fine.” She smiled, and I saw she had some deep ass dimples in her cheeks. She reminded me of Lauren London, not because she looked like her, but because of those shits in her cheeks. Her skin was a pure chocolate, and her hair was hanging down her back. Beautiful was an understatement, but she looked young.

  “How old are you?” I rose to my feet and came around the table, wiping the residue of my favorite pastime from my nose.

  I saw her frown at the sight.

  “I’m eighteen.”

  Old enough.

  “You wanna come chill with me?” I put my hand out. The bitch who was kissing on my neck called my name, but I ignored her ass. “I just wanna talk, I promise,” I lied. She was young and naïve, which was perfect for me right now.

  “Umm …” The girl looked around the party for a moment, as if she was searching for whomever she came with. “I guess for a minute.”

  I took her hand in mine and led her to my game room nearby. Once inside, I dimmed the lights which made her tense up, and then I gestured for her to have a seat.

  “You have a nice house, Qamar. I’m Nadine, by the way.”

  “Nice to meet you, Nadine.” I sat next to her. I liked her fucking name already. It fit her like a glove, like that dress she was wearing.

  “I think maybe we should go back out now.” She spoke frantically when my hand grazed her thigh.

  “Nah, we can relax for a couple more minutes.” I let my eyes free fall down her perfect ass body. “You get high?”

  “No. I mean, I’ve smoked weed before, but it wasn’t my thing. And I don’t really like guys who smoke either.”

  “Well I don’t smoke. I dabble in other shit.” I laughed lazily. The cocaine high I was on only seemed to elevate even more.

  I leaned over and began to kiss on her neck while rubbing her smooth inner thigh. I felt her hand pushing on mine, but I kept my grip strong as fuck on her ass
.

  “Qamar, stop.” She pushed on me. “I don’t want you like that!” she shouted, rising to her feet after finally breaking free.

  The look she gave me, like I was some sucker ass nigga, pissed me off. It was the same muthafuckin’ look Bia’s ass had given me earlier.

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to, bitch?” I grimaced, towering over her as I stood up then went across her face twice with my hand. I saw blood spew from her nose and onto the wall.

  “I’m sorry! I’m gonna leave!” She turned away but I yanked her back, and wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing hard. “You think you can just talk to me any kind of fucking way? Huh? You know who the fuck I am!” I growled as she clawed unsuccessfully at my hands.

  I could see this little bitch slipping away, and it was making my dick hard at the thought.

  “Qamar! Come on, man!” I heard Tick’s voice, but my focus stayed on draining the life out of this disrespectful ass hoe. “Stop, nigga!” Tick yanked me off.

  I fell to the ground, and Nadine collapsed as well. I watched as Tick scooped her up, before he rushed out with her.

  I stayed there, on the floor, as music continued to blare through my mansion. It seemed like only seconds had passed, before my house was quiet and empty, and Tick was reentering my room.

  “That was an eighteen-year-old girl, Q,” Tick growled. “The fuck you putting ya hands on her for, over some ass, nigga?”

  “So, she’s grown as fuck.” I shrugged.

  “You on some other shit right now. You better hope she ain’t dead, because if she is, you gon’ be in some shit.”

  “Aye, shut yo’ ass up, nigga!” I hopped to my feet. “You work for me!”

  “Yeah, well, not no more, nigga!” Tick barked back. Shit caught me off guard because he had never come at me like this. “I been waiting for this day so someone else can clean up behind yo’ ass!”

  “Fuck you, bitch, and get the fuck out my shit!” I plopped down on the edge of my bed.

 

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