“Damn YaYa, what the fuck?” Neco yelled as I stepped out and threw punches at him that he dodged just in time.
“Protect yourself at all times nigga. Remember?” I said to Neco as I caught him in the chest with a haymaker and he grabbed me close in his arms.
He smelled so good when he pulled me into his arms I instantly felt all my anger and anxiety melt away. I stood there in Neco’s strong embrace with my head on his bare chest as I thought about our jaded past. Neco had been my first real boyfriend when I was 16 and he was 18, and I still loved him deep down inside. He was my first love, my first heart break, my first REAL sexual partner, and the first nigga to show me love when I had no one else in the world. Neco schooled me and Snow on life, niggas, and how to survive in Memphis early on, which is probably why we both thought more like a male than a female. I fell in love with him because he showed me that he cared and him being fine as hell helped it too.
At 6’4”, 175lb, with dark chocolate, flawless skin, big brown eyes, gold teeth and tattoos everywhere, Neco looked just like a sexy, tall, thug Denzel Washington. Every female in our hood where we grew up wanted Neco, but none of them could have him because I had his heart. That didn’t stop him from being a hoe though, which is why our love didn’t last. I knew that even though Neco loved me and I loved him just as much, our love wasn’t enough. Our love wasn’t enough to make him content with just me, so we cut it off and remained friends with the occasional booty call. That’s why I guess the way I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest took him off guard.
“Damn YaYa, what’s wrong? You ain’t hugged a nigga like this in about 10 years, then you hopped out the car with the shit. Wasup for real, for real?” Neco asked me as he pulled back so that he could see my face.
When I looked up at Neco I couldn’t even hold back my emotions anymore. Suddenly all of the anger, sadness, anxiety, and fear I held inside burst forward as I bit my lip and exhaled loudly while tears fell from my eyes.
“Oh hell no. My baby crying? Sit yo ass back down Yasmine cause you about to tell me wasup.” Neco said as he pushed me back into the driver’s seat and then ran around to the passenger side.
By the time Neco got in the car I had calmed down a little as I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand and scrolled back through my phone to the messages.
“Wasup Yasmine? Tell me. You know I’m here for you and you can tell me anything baby, so spit it out.” Neco said as he leaned over to grab my chin before he kissed me lightly on the lips.
I felt that old spark we used to have when his lips touched mine and the throb between my legs come to life, but I couldn’t even concentrate on that as I clicked voicemail and prepared to share my troubles.
“Maine I been going through the most since Alvin left me Neco, for real. That nigga broke me down in the worse way. How am I supposed to feel when the man I gave my all to left me for a man? Then he told me he never loved me. The nigga just married me as a cover up, so every night I would lay down with him, he was thinking about another man. That shit fucked me up for a while, but then I found happiness in my work. I was doing good too until I started fucking with this nigga at work named Wayne.” I said as Neco sighed and shifted in his seat.
I could see the jealous Neco of the past in his eyes as I looked at him then reached out to grab his hand.
“Don’t be like that Neco, you know what it is between me and you. You got too many hoes to be mad about that, especially this nigga. Anyway, so we had sex once and I told this nigga from the jump it could be nothing but sex, but he didn’t want to hear that shit. He went to the office and found my address then started coming by my condo and calling like a fool. When I got back to work that pussy had snitched on me and got me suspended, that’s how I’m here now. And to top it off, he been sending threatening messages all day. This is what I was listening to when you knocked on the window.” I said to Wayne as I pressed play and handed him the phone.
I sat there silently and watched Neco’s face change from calm and at ease to totally enraged in seconds as he listened to Wayne rattle off threat after threat. Before I knew it Neco had opened the car door and hopped out with my phone still in his hand.
“Maine, y’all niggas get ready to suit up cause we finna have to drive to Memphis. A Muthafucka got my gal fucked up for real though.” Neco yelled to his friends as they all jumped up and started to pull out guns or either run to get one.
I leaned over quickly and grabbed the leg of Neco’s jogging pants to pull him back into the car as he continued to yell.
“Neco stop. No! I don’t want you to do shit to land yourself back in jail or get any one of your niggas flapped either. I got the perfect way to get this pussy back. I just need your help. When we had sex on our business trip I found out this nigga talk in his sleep. So I heard the bitch jabbering that night and decided to get up and record his ass. I was gonna put the bitch on Facebook, but when I started recording he said some shit that I knew would end up more valuable than a few likes on the book. I got his bitch ass.” I said to Neco as I pushed play on the video of Wayne’s confession and put the phone in his hand.
I could see Neco’s devious smile light up from the corner of my eye as I looked straight ahead at his crew that had assembled on the porch. When the video finished, Neco’s laughter filled the air and I turned to look at him.
“Ohhhhhh Yass, you got this nigga. I taught yo ass well for real. You definitely got a better revenge with this. You can blackmail the bitch and then still snitch on his ass. Why the fuck you ain’t played yo card yet?” Neco asked as he handed me back the phone.
“I ain’t played the card yet because I need you. As you can see I obtained the video under inadmissible circumstances. His confession while sleep ain’t gonna fly, so I need you to extract the audio for me and that’s gonna be what I use. I don’t wonna blackmail the bitch cause he ain’t got shit, so I will do better being petty like he was by taking the tape to Lynworth. That way I’ll look like a hero, get my bonus and his, and Lynworth can decide what he does with the psycho bitch. I thought about this shit for the past few days and you know I’m partner now so I’m up on my legal shit. I even covered myself if they ask about the recording itself. Earlier that day we met to talk about the notes and I clearly asked him on video if it was okay if I could record him then he started to talk about working at Emerson and our boss Mr. Lynworth. I need you to take out that first part and merge it with the confession, then I’ll have the perfect evidence to get my life back on track and get his bitch ass.” I told Neco as he looked at me with a proud and surprised expression.
“Damn Yass. Remind me to never get on yo bad side. You fina get this bitch ass nigga about 50 years when all he wanted was some more of that heaven between yo legs. Damn girl. You really are a cold piece of work.” Neco said as he leaned in and kissed me gently on the neck as he ran his hand up my inner thigh.
I felt that throb in my cooder intensify and my heart start to race as he slowly moved his hand up more until he touched my honeypot. As soon as his fingers touched the thin, cotton material of the Pink Capri pants I had on something went off in my mind that caused me to grab his hand. Finally, my logic began to overpower that desire inside my womb as I thought about how that urge had caused me way more pain than pleasure. That urge had lead me to a stalker who wouldn’t let go and a player who gave me a dose of my own medicine, which proved to be a hard pill to swallow. That was too much for me to make the same mistakes again, so I quickly kissed Neco on the cheek before I put his hand back on his own lap. He sat there with a pained expression on his face as he sucked his gold teeth and I tried to think of the best thing to say. Although I loved Neco and wanted to fuck his sexy ass, I just didn’t want to go there again and ruin the friendship we had maintained.
“Uhhh Neco. I don’t think we should do that right now. I’m already dealing with enough and my pussy seems to be the root of everything. So, I think I’m just gonna keep this hot pocket in the fr
eezer for a while.” I said as Neco suddenly laughed and I joined in.
“Hot pocket? What the fuck? Girl yo ass crazy. I guess that muthafucka is a hot pocket all delicious and filling. You know I ain’t tripping though. We gonna always be cool no matter what. Whether we fuck or not, even though we are, I’m still gonna be there. I’m Big Daddy. As long as Big Daddy got a space in yo heart, that’s all that matters. Now let’s get the fuck out this car so I can go calm these stupid muthafuckas down. They ready to go kill something now. You just keep those videos secure and tomorrow after we come down from this high we about to be on, I’ll get on it. You know I got you YaYa. I got you in more ways than one.” Neco said as he leaned over to lick me on the neck before he hopped out the car.
For a second I almost pulled his sexy ass back in as my pussy tingled and I could still feel his tongue on my skin. However, soon that voice of reason in my mind was back and I got my ass out the car instead. After Neco got my bag out of the car, he wrapped his arm around my neck and we both walked up to the porch. Every set of eyes out there was on me as I smiled and tried not to look scared even though I kind of was. Them niggas looked like some fucking hungry hyenas and I had to look like a bag of steaks, because I saw one lick his lips and rub his hands together like he was about to eat.
“Damnnnn.” They all yelled as I walked past up the steps and Sonny walked down a few steps for a hug.
After the dudes on the porch saw me go in to hug Sonny, I guess they thought I was a jump-off because one short, fat, light-skinned boy with dreads got his nuts up enough to reach out and grab my ass as Sonny still hugged me. He did it but I don’t think he really had a chance to enjoy his feel because as soon as I turned around to go off Neco hit him so hard he flew off the porch like Redd on Friday. In an instant Neco was on him as he threw blow-after-blow and I stood there stunned. I knew Neco didn’t play about me or Snow, or really a dude touching any female uninvited, but I never expected him to beat one of his niggas like that. After about six or seven punches from Neco’s massive fists, the boy was bloody as hell and dazed on the ground while some of Neco’s homies yelled and some recorded the fight on their phones. Neco ended it all after he stomped the boy in the head twice and then turned to face everyone else.
“Let me make this shit clear right now cause I know it’s a few of you niggas who knew just like this nigga. I do not tolerate a man putting his hands on no female without her permission, at all. If you don’t know her, don’t fucking touch her. Don’t let me see you hitting no muthafucking female either, and I mean that shit. Y’all niggas just don’t know but this one female, I will kill any one of you niggas out here over. This my day one for real. I love her just like I love Snow, so if I have to ever repeat this to any one of y’all its S.O.S. for real. Y’all niggas feel me?” Neco asked as all his niggas shook their heads.
I stood there still frozen as I looked from Neco to the boy who touched my butt as he tried to get up off the ground. Blood was all over him, there was a couple of teeth in a puddle of blood on the ground, and his nose was on the other side of his face, but when he finally got to his feet he still stumbled over to Neco to shake his hand.
“Respect.” The boy mumbled as him and Neco shook up with the GD handshake and he fell down on to the steps.
“Maine, somebody take this nigga to the hospital and get him cleaned up. Remember niggas, disrespect will not be tolerated. This nigga an example.” Neco said with his mean mug on as he stared down every nigga on the porch before he turned back to me.
“Now, back to my baby. Let’s go put yo stuff up so we can go get Snow crazy ass.” Neco said calmly like he hadn’t just beat the fuck out of a nigga as he put his arm back around my neck and walked me up to the door while Sonny followed behind us with my bag.
“I know that was a shocker to newly corporate Yasmine, but welcome back to the hood baby.” Neco said as we walked into his house and the sound of Snow’s loud kids filled my ears.
Neco was right too because I was definitely back in the hood, but surprisingly when I got over the initial shock of what had happened, I felt right at home. After I changed into some jeans, a white crop top, and white thong sandals, Neco and I left the house and headed out to pick up Snow. We smoked three Kush blunts as we cruised through the streets of Nashville and Lito bumped through the speakers of Neco’s Benz truck. I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders as I laid back and enjoyed the moment. After we picked up Snow and her and I squealed and talked for about twenty minutes in the beauty shop parking lot, we all went to pick up favors for my welcome back to the hood party.
We bought bottle after bottle of liquor, beer, and three cases of cigars before we hit a wing spot and bought a 200 wing party platter. By the time we made it back to the apartments I was high, happy, and feeling like I was back in my element as I rapped the words to the song that played on the radio and slapped five with Snow over the seat. As soon as we walked back into the house, Neco cranked the party up after he sent Snow’s kids around the corner to their aunt’s house and the fuckery began. In less than an hour the entire apartment was at full capacity with people shoulder to shoulder in every damn room. I stayed closed to Neco and Snow the entire night and just enjoyed being around people who loved me like I loved them. I smoked so much weed and drank so many drinks I couldn’t even see by the end of the night. At about two am, I was so wasted that Neco had to carry me up the steps to his bedroom. I could barely keep my eyes open as he laid me in bed gently and began to take my pants off.
“No Neco, we said.” I began as I grabbed at my pants and tried to pull them back up.
I had sobered up fast as hell as soon as I felt his hands on the rim of my pants because I still wasn’t ready to give in. I wished my pussy had got the memo though because even though my hands tried to hold on to the only thing that kept me from fucking Neco’s brains out, my pussy got wet and pulsated in my panties anyway.
“Maine baby, I know what you said and you know I would never do anything you don’t want me to. You know this. I was just trying to make you comfortable. I’m not those niggas YaYa and you know that. Now lay yo sexy ass back down and go back to sleep while I go put the rest of these niggas out and make sure Snow okay.” Neco said as I let go of the pants and he pulled them off before he tucked me under the covers.
I watched him walk out of the room through sleepy, blurry eyes before the slumber on my back finally got me. I fell into a deep sleep instantly and didn’t wake up until I felt Neco get in the bed and wrap his arm around me. He got so close to me I could feel his breath on my neck and dick on my ass as goosebumps pop up all over my body. Suddenly that tingle in my spine that only the man in my dreams was able to give me was back and I had to wonder was the man I waited on right behind me. I closed my eyes and tried to remember everything about his voice and his touch to compare to Neco’s as he kissed me gently on the ear.
I felt loved in his strong arms, all warm and safe, and for a second I didn’t want that to end. I didn’t want to get stuck on stupid with him like I did with David, but every part of my body told me that he was the man I longed for. My pussy throbbed and yearned for his touch and I could taste him on my lips. However, my heart and mind wasn’t so sure and wouldn’t let me dive in head first. My heart told me that our love wasn’t enough to sustain us and that I should just leave things as they were, a casual fuck. My mind told me that Neco just wasn’t capable of love for one woman and that I should just cut off all physical contact and focus on being a friend. Both my heart and mind were right too because what Neco said next brought me down off the cloud of love I floated on.
“Damn YaYa. You know I love you right. I just wish I could love you like you deserve to be loved. I wish I could be that faithful, dedicated nigga you need, but it just ain’t in me right now. All I can promise is to always be respectful and never bring no shit to your face. I wish I could promise that we can stay like this forever, but baby I just can’t. I want to though Yasmine. I do
.” Neco whispered as I laid in his bed sort of heartbroken because I thought I had found my Thugged out Prince Charming.
I didn’t know what to say back to all Neco had said so I pretended to be sleep as he softy called my name and then leaned over me to look at my face. After he saw my eyes were closed Neco laid back in his spot behind me and kissed me on my left shoulder before he instantly fell asleep. I laid there still wrapped in his arms as a tear fell from my eye and I let go of that impossible thought. I quickly wiped off my tear as I thought about how stupid it was for me to cry over some shit I already knew. I knew Neco couldn’t give me what I wanted just like I knew there was no future with any of the other niggas I had fucked with, but it still hurt nonetheless. At that moment I tucked my feelings away and made it up in my mind that I would be the old Yass at all times. I fell back to sleep after that as thoughts of my revenge plot danced in my mind.
The next morning, I woke up to find Neco gone and the entire house live, loud, and definitely awake. That was my cue so I got up and gathered my clothes for the day before I began to snoop around Neco’s room. It was unusually clean for a guy but just right for Neco’s OCD, control freak ass. His huge King sized bed with Gucci bedding was the only thing out of order in the whole room. Other than that everything was clean and in its place, which made me afraid to even touch anything. I got over that shit fast though after I quickly made the bed and discovered a box under it. I pulled the shoe box out quickly and opened the lid to find pictures of me and Neco from childhood all the way up to adulthood. Some of them were old and chipped but he kept them anyway.
I didn’t even remember some of the pictures he had like the one of me right before my graduation. He had a picture of me as I smiled with my robe on and my mother stood beside me proudly. I had to fight back my tears as I ran my finger across my mother’s beautiful, caramel face and remembered every beautiful inch from her beautiful, slanted brown eyes to her huge dimples. I quickly turned the picture over to see if there was anything written on the back and also divert my attention from my mother and the emotions seeing her brought up. As soon as I did though a whole new emotion came over me as I read the words Neco had written on the back.
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