She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Oh shit,” I damn near cried real tears at how good her walls felt. I hit her harder and deeper, making her screech, but unfortunately nutted way quicker than expected. I thought I had a few more pumps in me, but my dick deceived me. So here I was, having a damn seizure in the pussy about ten pumps early. I had to grip the fuck out of her hips to keep from collapsing to the ground.

  I slid out of Kattlyn, and she stayed in position, breathing hard as hell. Helping her stand up, I made her face me before kissing her nastily.

  “This shit is official, aight?”

  With a pretty ass smile, she nodded before throwing her arms around my neck. I was officially pussy whipped.

  Chapter Nine: Qamar

  Two days later …

  Today was just a bad ass day. I went up to the damn hospital to see my father, only for them muthafuckas to tell me he wasn’t in a condition to have visitors. I told my mama and she gave me some bullshit ass speech about giving them some time. Not only did not being able to see my dad plague me, but this baby shit, and Ricky AK shit did too.

  I made it to the doctor’s office that Lacie and I got the DNA test done at, and found a park right up front. She told me what the results said because a nigga refused to show up with her, but I wanted to see for myself. I knew deep down Lacie was telling the truth, but a part of me was hoping she’d lied.

  Getting out, I made my way inside the cold ass office and walked right up to the young bitch sitting behind the desk.

  “Aye umm, … I’m here for some DNA test results.”

  “Good morning, what is your name so I can look them up?” She smiled, placing her fingertips on the keys, ready to type away.

  “Qamar Hampton. That’s Kay-mar with a Q, and the mother is Lacie Johnson.”

  “Thank you.” She hit the keys as I waited impatiently. She began staring at the screen for what seemed like forever. “Hmm, okay, these results have been in for a while.”

  “Yeah, and?”

  “Just give me a moment so I can see if the doctor is available to go over them with you.”

  “I don’t need no fucking body to go over shit with me. Just tell me what the fuck it says or show me the damn paper.”

  “Give me one moment, Mr. Hampton.” She got up nonchalantly as if I didn’t just blow up on her stupid ass.

  I waited for a little bit before getting impatient as hell.

  “Hurry up!” I banged on the glass. Right after I did so, I saw her walking up with a white envelope in her hand.

  “There you go, Mr. Hampton. You have a good day.”

  I ignored her as I ripped the damn envelope open. Scanning it frantically with my eyes, I couldn’t understand it, so I beat on the glass with my knuckles.

  “I don’t get this shit. What does it say?” I placed it flat against the window to show her.

  “Right at the bottom, Mr. Hampton, where it says probability of paternity. The percentage is telling you whether you’re the father or not, as well as the paragraph below.”

  Snatching it from against the window, I looked down to see the percentage, which read 99.9997%.

  “Aye, this shit is a fucking scam!” I yelled to the receptionist bitch.

  “Mr. Hampton, what’s a scam?”

  “This test! How the fuck am I the damn father when this bitch is married, huh? She got a whole damn husband at home, but I’m the dad?”

  “That is not in my purview, Mr. Hampton. That’s something you’ll have to discuss with Mrs. Johnson, or the doctor. But I can tell you, it doesn’t matter that she’s married; all it takes is one time, so if you’ve slept with her on one or more occasions, then the results are not that astonishing.”

  I turned towards the exit and left right out of the office. Once I got to my car, I dialed Lacie’s number because since I was the father, we needed to have a serious damn talk.

  “Hello?” she answered.

  “Aye, so I got my own results and shit.”

  “Okay, and? I already told you what mine said, so this isn’t news to me.”

  “It said I’m not the fucking father, so you’s a lying ass bitch,” I growled into the phone as I cranked my car up.

  “Qamar, if that’s what you’d like to believe, then fine. Maybe it is better for all of us to let Greezy be the father to this baby. I honestly don’t want you around my child when you’re like this anyways.”

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to? You think I’m gon’ let another nigga raise my kid?”

  My lie had backfired like a muthafucka, and now I was even more upset. The gall of this bitch to tell me maybe it was a good idea for another nigga to raise my kid; had me ready to slap fire from her.

  “So it’s yours now?”

  “No.”

  “Qamar, get off my damn phone.”

  “Fuck you, bitch. Don’t act like you don’t get high too, coming at me like you better than me! You not!”

  “Yeah, I did get high, but now that I’m pregnant, I don’t. So until you slow up on the nose candy, coke whore, I am better than you.”

  Click.

  “Bitch,” I seethed.

  Opening the vial on my necklace, I took a sniff and let it seep into me. I wasn’t doing that baggie shit no more ever since Ricky’s hoe ass dumped my shit out. I could barely sleep at night thinking about how I wanted to whoop his ass, especially because he beat the brakes off me.

  And I was serious as hell about my threats at the time, but I had to admit I was regretting it a little bit. I was well aware of the way Ricky’s mother died, had haunted him and kind of shaped who he became as man. I was even more aware of how happy he was to be having a baby with Draylah, so that’s why I took those shots I wish I hadn’t have taken.

  I knew Ricky; we’d been cool since freshman year of high school, and he was a dope ass friend, until you crossed him. And it was unfortunate that I was the type of nigga who went for the jugular when I was mad.

  My mama always tried to teach me that I needed to have a filter when arguing with the people I loved. I low-key wished I had listened because her words were some real shit. There was just certain shit you didn’t say to people you fucked with heavily, and I came at Ricky like he was a regular ass nigga on the street, when he really hadn’t even done shit. I knew the only way I could even get that nigga to not kill me on sight was to suck his damn dick, aka the shit was impossible at this moment. And between you and me, I might have been a little scared to see him because I wasn’t quite ready for round two yet.

  I just wished I had been high or off my meds when I said the shit, because that was a crutch I used when I went too far. Or at the least, I wished Ricky had verbally assaulted me too, but he didn’t. And unfortunately, I was in my right mind completely when I came at him. He knew it too, because when he noticed I was off my medication, he wouldn’t fight me.

  My phone rang, snapping me from my thoughts, and I saw it was my new assistant, Angel. My career wasn’t slowing up for me at all, despite my personal life being a mess, so I needed someone to handle shit for me outside of my manager.

  “What’s good?” I said into the phone, thinking about how Angel’s ass was super fat. I was trying to keep from fucking her though, because I wanted Bia to come around. I had enough negativity in my life, and I didn’t want to lose Bia completely. I was on ice as thin as paper right now, so I had to tread extremely lightly.

  “Hey, her room number is 361.”

  “Who?”

  “Nadine, Qamar.”

  “So.”

  “Go see her, Qamar. That’s the least you can do. If she dies, you’re gonna feel like shit.”

  “Not really.”

  “Go.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  I ain’t have to be to the studio for about an hour, so I hung up and sped to the hospital that baby girl I choked out was at.

  Angel had been reporting back to me, and when she told me Nadine’s condition was worsening, I began to worry a little bit. The last thing I neede
d right now was a murder charge. I’d heard that her pops was some ruthless ass gangsta from back in the day, and right now, I didn’t need that shit in my life, so this little bitch needed to live. Nobody knew it was me, but that would only last for so long. Bia was already questioning a nigga about shit that I didn’t think would come back up. By saying that, my ass was shitting bricks.

  I made it to the hospital, and thankfully, them niggas had valet. I hurried my ass inside, not trying to be seen by anybody really. On the elevator up, I kept my hood on and my head lowered so any cameras wouldn’t catch my face. Stepping off, I quickly read the sign, which pointed in the directions of the room numbers, and then I hooked a right. I saw this floor was Intensive Care, which made me shake my damn head.

  “Excuse me, are you family?” some girl asked, stopping me in my tracks as I was about to enter the room.

  “Yeah, I’m her brother.”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah, I am. Ain’t that what the fuck I just said?”

  She nodded to say ‘okay,’ and then I entered the room slowly. I saw the bruises on Nadine’s face were healing up some, but she looked dead on this bed right here.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. I was losing my shit.

  “Who are you?” I heard a deep ass voice come from behind me. The shit made me jump because it was quiet as fuck in here, and because I was lost in my thoughts.

  “Oh, I’m Qamar,” I replied. “You?”

  “Marvin, Nadine’s father. I’m sorry, how do you know my daughter?” He frowned, shoving his hands into his slacks.

  So this was the old head gangster that people were whispering in the streets about.

  “I, uh, … I heard that whatever happened to her, happened at my party, so I decided to drop by and see how she was doing.”

  He stared at me hard, as my heart beat out of my damn chest. Now, by no means was I scared of this muthafucka, but being caught up on a murder charge did put a little bit of fear in my heart. Finally, I breathed a subtle sigh of relief when he gave me a half smile.

  “That’s nice of you. I think I’ve heard of you before. Are you a rapper or something?”

  “Yeah, I am.”

  “Nadine used to listen to you a lot, I believe, and some other guy whose moniker has a gun in it or something like that.” He squinted his eyes.

  “Ricky AK,” I chuckled.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” He came further into the room. “You know I think if she does wake up, and she sees you here, that will make her feel a lot better son.”

  “Yeah?” I fake smiled. That’s when it hit me; if she woke up, she’d snitch on my ass.

  “Yeah. So feel free to come by and see her anytime you want. Who knows, maybe it will help her in the long run.” He patted my back. “I’ll put your name on the visiting list.”

  “Perfect.”

  I left the hospital about an hour and a half later, feeling worse than when I came. I wanted the girl to wake up so I wouldn’t have to deal with a murder, but then again, if she did, she’d tell every damn body about what I did to her. Maybe I just needed to be there right when she woke up so I could threaten her little ass.

  ***

  My doorbell rang, so I knew it was Bia. I quickly cleaned up the remains of my cocaine, and looked around the room for somewhere to put it. I stashed it under the cable box, and then checked out my reflection in the mirror to make sure my ass didn’t look high or have any residue of the shit on my nose.

  “Cool,” I smiled. “I’m handsome as fuck,” I commented, rubbing over my fade.

  I hurried out to get the door, because I didn’t want my taking so long to be a red flag or cause Bia to become suspicious.

  “Hey, beautiful.” I answered the door smiling.

  “Hey,” she replied grinning. When she walked in, I grabbed her hand as I closed the door with my other one. “What?” she whispered when I pulled her close.

  “I just want a kiss. Can I at least get that?”

  “Did you do anything I don’t like today?” She cocked her head.

  “Let’s see ... All I did today was take my medicine, and then go to the studio to record. So nah, I didn’t do nothing you don’t like, aight?”

  “Good.” She giggled before I pressed my lips against hers. “I’m thirsty,” she whined.

  “Come on and let’s get you something to drink then, brat,” I jabbed.

  I led her to my den, and as she sat down, I got her some water from the fridge. I felt my nose bleeding, so I pretended to sneeze and grabbed a tissue on my way up. I handed Bia the water, then went to the bathroom to clean myself up. Once I was done, I washed my hands and took a couple deep breaths.

  “What happened to your face, Qamar?” Bia frowned, sipping the water.

  “Uh, me and Ricky had a little argument over some dumb shit.” I checked myself out.

  “Damn.” She shook her head. “Looks like you lost that argument.”

  “Fuck you. I’m still cute though, right?” I grinned, and she nodded with a smile.

  “So did you cook for me?” Bia asked when I sat down next to her.

  “Nah, but I can have Liza whip us up something.”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I called Liza on my cell phone and asked her to make us some steak, mashed potatoes, and spinach since Bia’s ass had to have a vegetable. It didn’t take too long for her to make it all, so we were eating about an hour and fifteen minutes later. Once finished, we went up to my bedroom to relax.

  “When you gon’ be my girl, like officially, Bia?”

  “When I see you’ve changed really, and when you apologize to my sister for being an asshole to her.”

  “Okay. Next time I see Taya, I promise I will apologize. As for the changing thing, I have changed. I’ve been taking my medicine, and I haven’t fucked with cocaine in a long ass time. Shit, the last time was umm, …” I faked like I was thinking. “The night I had the heart attack.”

  “You swear?”

  “Yeah I swear. Bia, I promise shit is gon’ be different now. Just you and me, no outside shit like cocaine or whatever the fuck else could potentially break this up.” I laid it on thick.

  She grabbed the collar of my shirt to pull me closer until our lips touched. We were kissing hard as hell as I reached up to unbutton her jean shorts. I couldn’t get them muthafuckas down fast enough, but when I finally did, I dove right in, flicking my tongue over her clit.

  Holding onto her waist, I slurped her pussy like I’d been wanting to for weeks, until she exploded. By this time, my dick was so hard that if I didn’t get it out of my sweats in time, I would nut all in them. Hopping off the bed, I shoved my boxers and sweats down quickly as fuck, too quickly, making me trip over my clothing, which was stuck around my ankles. Bia’s ass, of course, burst into laughter while I attempted to gain my balance.

  “Baby, slow down, the pussy isn’t going anywhere.”

  “Shut up,” I said, carefully pulling my boxers and sweats past my feet instead of trying to just step out of them. I removed my shirt, just as Bia removed hers.

  “A condom, Qamar.” Bia stopped me when I was about to climb between her legs.

  “Baby, come on, we did it without it before.”

  “Before, when we shouldn’t have. And before you went and started fucking every groupie who looked your way.”

  “I got an STD test, I’m clean.” I left out the fact that I did catch a little something, but it was gone now, so it was no point.

  “Condom, Qamar.”

  Begrudgingly, I grabbed a condom from my dresser drawer, opened it, and then slipped it down. I pushed my way inside of Bia and just sat there for a moment, basking in that shit. Her pussy felt so damn good, even with the condom on, which I hated to use with her.

  Moving in and out of her slowly, I felt her pussy gushing around my pole, so I knew I was near. The one thing about that damn cocaine is that it had me busting way too quickly at times, especially when the pussy was as good as Bia’s
.

  “Fuck, … you about to cum yet?” I inquired, not wanting to give out before she got hers.

  “Yeah, go a little faster,” she moaned, gripping my biceps. I knew if I went faster, I would bust hard, but I did it anyway. “Mmm.” Bia let out a soft moan as I pounded between her legs. She got so damn wet that it made no fucking sense.

  I clenched my teeth together and blew out hot air like a pregnant bitch in labor, hoping not to bust early. When I felt Bia’s body shake under me as she held me tightly, I nutted all in that damn condom. I came so ferociously that I let out a trembling moan. I collapsed on top of her, and sucked on her lips for a little bit.

  “Got damn you got some good ass pussy,” I panted.

  “You fuck up and you won’t get it again.” She breathed heavily, rubbing my sweaty ass chest.

  “I won’t.” I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her hungrily as fuck. “I think I love yo’ ass.”

  Chapter Nine: Ricky AK

  “That was a really great lunch, Draylah.” My grandma smiled up at my girl, as she picked the plates up from the table.

  “Thank you. I was hoping you liked the salads.” Draylah put the dishes in the sink. “Well I’m feeling tired, so I hope you two don’t mind if I go lie down?”

  “Of course not, sweetie.” My grandmother grinned. She was obsessed with Draylah; had me a little jealous over here.

  “Aye, where you going, huh?” I spoke lowly, pulling Draylah back gently when she tried to walk past me. Once in front of me, I kissed her small stomach, and then she leaned down to kiss me on the lips. “Aight, you can go.” I grabbed a handful of her ass because I knew she hated when I did shit like that in front of my grams. My grandma knew how I was though, so the shit I did, didn’t faze her.

  “Ricky.” Draylah glared at me before leaving.

  “She’s so adorable.”

  “I’m starting to think you love her more than ya boy.” I sat back in my chair, smirking.

  “Of course not. You know I love my grandbaby,” my grandmother cooed, making me shake my head.

  “I wanted to ask you something.”