She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  I caressed the side of his handsome mug, admiring how his features were chiseled perfectly into his face.

  “Well, I don’t like girls in your face either, even though I know you’re mine. I guess we’re two crazies in a pod.” He was an April 8 Aries and I was a May 14 Taurus, which was a fiery combination I’d learned.

  “Sounds like it’s meant to be.” He smirked as he rubbed his hand up and down my back. “And that shit with Justice was a snag that ain’t gon’ happen again, ever. I told you before that I don’t wanna even be close to them muthafuckas you dated prior. I may piss you off, embarrass you in public a little, but I’m not gon’ hurt you, Draylah.”

  I nodded as we kept strong eye contact, before we began to kiss slowly, sucking one another’s lips. I felt his dick hardening through his boxers, turning me on.

  “I’m honestly surprised you’ve been faithful to me… Well, at least the whole time we’ve been officially together.”

  “I’m surprised too.”

  “I guess you’re not the cheating type.”

  “Nah I’m definitely the cheating type, just not with you.”

  “True. I feel sorry for those poor girls that came before me. But I’m happy you switched it up for me.”

  “Fuck them hoes. And shit, stranger things have happened. Me being faithful is weird as fuck though.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  “I’m serious. I didn’t know if I could pull that shit off, but I wanted you, so I agreed to the relationship. But for the first fucking time in life, I’m satisfied, so ain’t really no need, you know? I don’t really think about other females unless they’re in my face, and that shit don’t even be worth it anymore. At this point, with the bond that we’ve built and shit, it’d be disappointing as fuck on my part to fuck around. You’re like my best friend and shit, Draylah, so what kind of nigga would I be to betray you? I wouldn’t be worth shit to anybody if I can’t be loyal to the woman I claim to love, the woman that has had my back, and the woman I lay up with and tell shit to.”

  This nigga was dangerous with his way of words. No wonder he rapped so well.

  “True, that’s why I love you.” I smiled, playing with his chin hairs. “And like I told you, you’re too fine and sexy to let groupies get a piece of you.”

  “I don’t know. Some of them groupies be bad as fuck too,” he grinned. “But you the best groupie a nigga could have.” He kissed my collarbone. “And I like fucking you knowing this pussy is mine. It’s the only thing I can murder and bring back to life.”

  “Exactly,” I laughed.

  Pulling one of his hands from under me, he rubbed my stomach again and said, “I can’t wait until Rickeisha gets here.”

  “Nigga, what?” I laughed. “Her name will not be Rickeisha!”

  “That shit is dope. I feel like muthafuckas will know she can fight with that name. My baby Rickeisha gone be whooping these hoes’ asses.”

  Cackling, I shook my head ‘no.’

  “You ain’t fucking with that?” he grinned. His smile was so innocent and adorable, despite his personality.

  “No!”

  “Aight, fuck you then.”

  We both chuckled together before sharing another kiss.

  ***

  Today, Bia, Virginia, Kattlyn, and my cousin, Angie, were over at the house with me since Ricky wanted to give me a pamper day. He had people here to give me a massage and do my nails, but then said my friends could join in. Of course, the staff was all female, because Ricky didn’t want any man massaging on me. I tried to explain to him that male masseuses didn’t think sexually while working, but he claimed niggas thought about sex all day so that was impossible.

  “You’ve never thought about eating pussy, have you?”

  “Ricky, get out of here!” I shouted as my friends laughed their asses off.

  “Not until she answers the muthafuckin’ question.” He frowned and then looked back at the lady who was about to do my massage.

  “No, I am completely straight.” The woman smiled and nodded with finality.

  “Aight.” Ricky leaned down to kiss me before he left the room and then the house to go to the studio.

  “He’s crazy about you.” The masseuse smiled down at me.

  “Yes, literally.” I smiled to myself. “I like it though, you know?”

  “I would too. We as women waste so much time pining after men who don’t even give a damn about us. Last man I dated asked me to sleep with his friend because his friend was having a bad day.”

  “Oh my gosh!” I shrieked, trying not to laugh. “That sounds like how Ricky used to be with other women.”

  “I’m not surprised. That just means he really cares about you then.”

  “Yeah.” I chuckled lightly, still thinking about her ex’s request. Niggas were really stupid out here.

  The massage, pedicure, and manicure were just what I needed. I felt so relaxed, which wasn’t the norm these days. I was starting to feel kind of uncomfortable now that my stomach was growing, even though it wasn’t too large, so relaxation was a must.

  Once the ladies who did our massages and nails left, it was time for lunch. We had a gourmet chef cook us a big feast, which I was beyond delighted about. It felt odd that everyone I cared about was here except for my aunt, so I called her to invite her over for the food portion.

  It didn’t feel like we were as close, and even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew it was because of Ricky. I just didn’t understand why. I knew he disliked her, but she didn’t know that. And she worked with him, so she couldn’t hate him that much.

  “This is the most relaxing day I’ve had in probably a year.” Bia smiled, stabbing at her food.

  “Yes, who are you telling? I’ve been working my ass off with Wonder and Carla, so it’s been a lot,” Virginia agreed.

  “What’s it like working with her? She seems so standoffish,” Kattlyn inquired, and I was wondering the same thing. Virginia and even Wonder were both cool, but Carla just seemed like a different breed than them.

  “She’s alright. She just doesn’t associate with anybody outside of her snobby friends really,” Virginia answered before sipping some champagne.

  “How the hell did she end up with Ricky AK’s deejay then? It’s not like they hang at the damn country club,” Bia frowned.

  “Hell if I know.” Virginia shrugged.

  “She was probably a hood hoe that got a little money and now wants to act like she grew up in Baldwin Hills,” I said, making Bia, Angie, and Kattlyn nod and laugh.

  “Hey, as long as she pays me for my services, I couldn’t care less how she acts. The money is good.”

  “Damn, I wonder how much Ricky is paying Dakota’s ass then. She’s like an assistant sent from heaven,” I replied.

  “Hmph,” Kattlyn commented, scraping her plate. She always ate every drop, even the sauce. She said that was how she was raised to eat her food.

  “What’s that mean?” Bia looked to Kattlyn.

  “Nothing.”

  The doorbell rang, and I sighed because we were all the way in the dining room. This big ass house was nice until shit like this. And Ricky didn’t want people working in his house unless on occasions like the chef today, so we had no choice but to answer doors ourselves.

  “Hey, Aunt Charlie.” I smiled and hugged her. “There is so much food and it’s so good. We have both Mexican and Italian because I couldn’t decide.”

  “Is that right?” she replied dryly, scouring the foyer with her eyes as she followed me. She’d never been here before.

  “Yep.” I watched her for a moment and then said, “Let me talk to you in the kitchen really quickly before we join everyone else.”

  When we entered the large kitchen, my aunt’s eyes again darted all over the place.

  “So this is how you’re living, huh?”

  “Yeah, I am. I wanted to know what was up with you? First you pretend you didn’t know Ricky AK personally, and y
ou even seemed supportive of the relationship. Then now, once I find out you guys are in business together, which you also neglected to tell me, you’re acting like you hate him.”

  “I didn’t mind and seemed supportive at first because I didn’t think it would last, Draylah, despite your body modification. Haven’t you been toyed with enough? I mean North and Lue should have convinced you to steer away from these gangster men.”

  “It should be obvious that Ricky is nothing like Lue or North. Yeah, he may be a bit merciless out here, but he’s not like that with me and that’s really all I give a damn about.”

  Moving closer to me, she leaned on the granite countertop and grabbed my hands into hers.

  “Draylah, I know things about Ricky that would scare you off. Things that would make you look at him differently. I’m trying to keep those things to myself, but you’re making it hard to do.”

  “You don’t know anything about him that I don’t know. I’m sure I actually know a little bit more than you ever could.”

  “Why would he tell you what he does? You’re just his woman!”

  “That’s exactly why he’d tell me.”

  I wasn’t just bluffing to spite my aunt; Ricky really did tell me a lot of things. He told me as his woman he felt the most comfortable confiding in me before anybody, including his best homies. I knew more than Qamar and MG, and I was sure my aunt didn’t know half of what they knew.

  “Did you know he treats his younger brother Bryen like shit.”

  “Yep.” I nodded. “His younger brother who brings nothing but trouble and does things only to benefit himself no matter who it hurts.”

  “Is that what he told you?” My aunt Charlie laughed sarcastically.

  “No, his grandmother told me that. Now Charlie, I don’t want us to fight over something like this. I think you need to just get over me being with Ricky, especially because we have a daughter coming, or start trying to get to know the other side of him.”

  “Fine. Where is the food?”

  I cheesed widely before hugging her.

  “It’s in the dining room. Follow me.” I walked past her but she grabbed my hand, so I turned a little to look her way.

  “Draylah, do me a favor and keep this conversation between us, okay? If I’m gonna try to work things out with Ricky, I don’t want him knowing what I just said. Not to mention, we’re sort of business partners.”

  “I got you.”

  Chapter Eight: Virginia Carter

  Later that night …

  I was leaving Draylah’s and Ricky’s house, feeling less tense. That pampering had me feeling like a new woman, and I definitely needed that these days.

  Work had been stressful as hell, and my home life was no better. I didn’t too much talk about my personal life, simply because it was embarrassing, and I knew people expected more from me. Plus, I didn’t really have friends because of how demanding my damn job was. That’s why it felt good to have someone on that tour with me like Draylah.

  I was so tired of being around Ricky and Qamar’s little flings because they never lasted, and they were so focused on the guys that they didn’t even try to have a conversation with me. Draylah was a godsend for more than just Ricky.

  I pulled into my driveway, and then sat outside for a little bit just to prolong things. I knew as soon as I entered my condo, my mood would plummet severely.

  Getting out after a good fifteen minutes, I walked into my spot and almost threw up at the smell of liquor permeating through my home. On the couch was my boyfriend of three years, Vigo, lying on his stomach, clutching a bottle. For a little bit, I just stood there, staring down at him and shaking my head. I couldn’t believe this was where my relationship was.

  He was always a heavy drinker, even when we first got together, but he had control over it. Every now and again, he’d get dumb drunk, but because it was only sometimes, I figured I could help him. I thought that over time, he would drink less and less, since he didn’t do it every day. And when he was sober, he was the greatest man any woman could ever want, so why would I let that go? He wasn’t an addict, I told myself; he was just a person that liked to drink a lot occasionally. He reminded me a lot of how Qamar is now with his cocaine, and I just hoped that my friend didn’t become Vigo.

  I was wrong about Vigo becoming better, as you can see. He just started to drink more when we made things official, and whenever something bad would happen, he’d turn to the bottle. Then he’d go on these drunken rages and do shitty things, just to apologize for it down the line and expect me to be okay with it. Things had gotten so bad that even I began to drink in order to deal with everything. I was over it all by now, but I admit a part of me was still hoping he’d get better and be the man he is when he’s sober all of the time. It may have very well been too late though.

  “Wake up, Vigo.” I shook him a little bit. “Get up!”

  “Get the fuck out my face, Nia,” he groaned, using the nickname he’d given me. “You’re always fucking fussing about some shit.” He turned his face the other way so that he was facing the back of the couch, and I just rose to my feet, giving up.

  I placed my purse on the countertop and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I was done, I heard my phone ringing, so I rushed to it to answer. When I saw it was my boss, a smile spread across my face. Work helped me cope with a lot of shit at home.

  “Hey,” I picked up.

  “What’s up? You busy or nah?” Wonder, or Savian as I called him spoke into the phone.

  “No, I’m not busy. What did you need?”

  “Come through please.”

  “Sure.” I quickly hung up and then went to get into the shower.

  Once out, I slipped into a simple pair of tights, a crop top, and some Fenty Puma slides. My hair was short, dark, and curly, stopping right at my ears, so I just ran my fingers through it. I didn’t have time to put on makeup and cover my freckles, so I just left the house the way that I was.

  When I got to Wonder’s place out in Beverly Hills, I parked up his inclined driveway, and then sprayed a little bit of perfume on. Getting out, I made my way up to the door, and used my key to enter the house. As soon as I stepped into the large place, I inhaled the scent of Wonder’s cologne, which seemed to travel all throughout the house.

  “Hey.” He stepped out, sweats, boxers, and socks on with no shirt. His chocolate skin glistened as his long dreads swayed with every step. Wonder was a sexy man, and even though his actions pissed me off at times, he was fine enough to act any way he wanted to. “Here you go.” He handed me a flute of champagne, then took my hand into his to lead me to the living room area.

  “Where is she?” I asked, sitting down on the couch. The only time Wonder invited me over this late was because his wife was out somewhere. I didn’t know what she did this late, because she wasn’t the clubbing type, but I really didn’t care. Any time I got to be away from her bourgeois ass was a plus for me.

  “She stepped out for a little bit. But how was your day? I had to do some rehearsals with Ricky all damn day. You know that nigga is a perfectionist, so we couldn’t leave until shit was right in his eyes,” he chuckled.

  “Don’t I know it?” I sipped the champagne. It was so damn good that I couldn’t wait for another glass. “And my day was great actually. I got pampered thanks to … well, I don’t know who to thank; Draylah’s pussy or Ricky AK.”

  We both laughed together.

  “Yeah, she got the homie wrapped around her finger. He makes that monogamy shit look like the move, you know?” Wonder gave me a look before placing his glass down on the coffee table. “Like it ain’t as bad as niggas think.”

  “Why do y’all have a problem with being with one woman anyway? If y’all say y’all are in love and shit, what’s the problem?”

  “It’s only two reasons; one is we think there may be a better female out there than the one we have, so we don’t wanna be locked down just in case we run into her. The other reason is, a
lot of women change once they get that ring. Y’all wanna get fat, stop giving up the pussy, start emasculating niggas, and no nigga wants to deal with that shit.”

  “Excuse me, men are the ones who get fat. Shit, y’all be fat before the wedding even takes place, but want your wives to have these phenomenal bodies until old age.”

  Wonder laughed at my comment and shook his head at me.

  “You wild. But come closer.” He rocked his head to the right to show me which direction to move in.

  I downed the rest of my glass, and then scooted over to him. His hand immediately landed on my thigh, as he caressed up and down it.

  “So when you find a way out of your thing with Carla, you plan to do the monogamy shit, right?”

  “I don’t know; I gotta see how it works out for Ricky. MG made the shit look terrible as hell, and stressful as fuck. I would have been left Isla.”

  “Is Ricky really faithful?” When Wonder gave me a look, I added, “I will not tell Draylah, I promise,” I lied. Some months ago, I would have kept it to myself, but I liked Draylah and I knew she was obsessed with her man, so I would have to tell her.

  “I mean, yeah. Ricky was never like trying to get at bitches all day, even before Draylah. That nigga is always focused on his money, and bitches were always second. So we don’t really notice a difference because it wasn’t like he called hoes up to come wherever he went. It’s always been like if the pussy was there he may dabble, he may not. Now that nigga Qamar fucks at least two bitches a day.”

  “No he does not!”

  “Yeah he does. I get tired from just looking at the nigga.”

  “Well, I’m hoping Bia will change that,” I spoke honestly as we chuckled softly.

  Our eyes landed on one another at the same time, before our lips met. My hand rubbed up and down Wonder’s broad chest, as we sucked one another’s lips. In no time, he was pulling my tights down, right along with my underwear, and I was salivating down below.