“V—”
“I just want to complete this work contract, which I’m almost done with, and move on with my life. I want no parts of you personally, and I need you to see that. It doesn’t matter if I’m single or in a relationship, I will never in my life date you or any other married man again.”
A brief moment of silence went by before Wonder yanked the bathroom door open and stormed out. Good riddance.
I gathered myself enough to finish out the party, and once it hit 1am, I took my ass straight home. After a hot bubble bath, I ate some ice cream and then got in the bed under my warm covers. Just as I got comfortable, my phone started buzzing on my nightstand, and when I looked to see who it was, I saw it was Frisk.
Reaching for it, I tapped the green button and whispered, ”Hello?”
“Hey, I didn’t wake you, did I? I know you had some shit to do tonight, so I figured you wouldn’t be asleep at this time.”
“Actually, I was just about to doze off.”
“Oh… well wake yo’ ass up then ‘cause I wanna talk to you.”
Smiling, I turned on my back and pulled the covers up over my face since it was cold as hell in my condo right now.
“You better be lucky I like you.”
“Yeah, aight.” He laughed.
Tonight was one of the most exhausting nights of my life, but at the moment, that didn’t seem to matter.
***
This morning, Trey wanted to talk to me about something, so I agreed to meet with him at the Starbucks near my home. I didn’t feel comfortable letting him come over yet, especially because I found it weird that he hadn’t gone back across the country weeks after he said he’d be gone. I would have refused this meeting, but he said it was urgent, so I decided to hear him out. Maybe after this, he’d take his ass back to New Haven.
After showering and brushing my teeth, I slipped into a simple halter dress and some sandals before heading out. The Starbucks was literally around the corner, so I made it into the parking lot in less than five minutes. I spotted Trey sitting outside at one of the tables, so I quickly hopped out and started towards him.
“Hey,” I greeted him, prompting him to stand up and snake his arms around my body for a hug.
“How are you?” He cheesed widely.
“I’m okay, just a little tired. I’ve been working hard all week. But what did you want to talk about?”
I had a nail appointment with my friends, and I wasn’t about to be late for this nigga and his bullshit.
“Right. Did you want a coffee, drink first, or anything?”
“No, not really. Not to be rude, but I have somewhere to be.” I placed my purse on the table.
“Oh, aight.” Trey cleared his throat. “Well, I know somebody who knows somebody and they told me some shit I don’t wanna believe.”
“Like?”
“That you’re the one who turned my cousin in. I was told you made the call, letting the police know where he was so they could pick him up and arrest him.”
My mouth dried up at Trey’s words because I didn’t know what the hell to say. I was beyond nervous, and wasn’t sure if I should come clean about what I’d done or deny the shit. I no longer wanted to carry this on my conscious though, and I knew a part of me letting Vigo and all his baggage go included me telling the truth about me having a hand in getting him arrested.
“Yes, I did call. But I only did so because the person he hit is a close friend of mine, and he could have killed her and her unborn children.”
Trey chuckled out of disbelief, before looking off and shaking his head.
“So this close friend of yours was more important than Vigo, a man you’d been with for years?” Trey’s quizzical tone showed he was beyond baffled that I’d betrayed Vigo in such a way, especially because I’d been the man’s puppet for ages.
“It wasn’t about who was more important; it was about what was right. Vigo needed to pay for what he’d done to her.”
“She’s alive, right? She and her children?”
“So?”
“So you could have just left the shit alone and not sent my fucking cousin to jail like some snitch! This shit is all your damn fault!”
“It is not my fault! I did not get Vigo drunk and convince him to drive while intoxicated okay? He chose to do that on his own, and he paid the price for it. I had nothing to do with it. Had he gotten some help like the both of us had been asking him to for years, none of this would be happening!”
“Look, calm down, Virginia.” Trey reached to touch my hand, and I exhaled heavily to relax my nerves.
“Wow, so this is some ongoing shit, huh?” a familiar voice commented, and I was afraid to even tilt my head back to look him in his face. I, however, did snatch my hand from being under Trey’s.
“Jason, I promise this is not what it looks like.” I shot up from my chair, causing it to fall back.
“Who is this?” Trey rose as well, brows dipped.
“Don’t worry about who the fuck I am,” Frisk spat, sizing Trey up. He then turned to me and said, “I mean, it clearly don’t matter who the fuck I am, right, V?”
“Jason—”
“Nah, fuck you.” Frisk glared down into my eyes and I could tell he meant those three words. His stare was so intense that I was speechless, and continued to be even when he looked away from me to glance at Trey in disgust. “Be lucky I don’t whoop yo’ ass, bruh.”
“Fuck is yo’ problem?” Trey frowned as Frisk walked off. “Is he a boyfriend or something? Virginia, what is going on?”
“Yes, he is… or was my boyfriend. We broke up but… Look, I have to go, and please don’t contact me anymore. Vigo is dead, and honestly, I’d like to move on with my life without bringing his family with me.”
Nodding with a smirk, Trey replied, “So you drop the dime on my family and got a boyfriend before Vigo was even in the ground good.”
Not in the mood to go back and forth, I snatched my purse up and left the cafe. I was so over this emotional rollercoaster I’d been on lately.
Ricky AK
Later that evening…
“Aye, aye, where the fuck you going?” I stopped Draylah as she walked to the bedroom door as if her ass was leaving.
“I just have to go to the store really quickly.”
“Not in them tights, Dray. I can see ya pussy, and if I even think another nigga is eyeing that shit while yo’ ass is out, I’m gon’ be ready to murk his ass.”
Chuckling as if a nigga was playing, she replied, “Baby, no one is gonna be there at this time and—”
“Draylah, either change ya fucking bottoms, snap ya pussy off so I can put it in my pocket, or don’t go. Them the only fucking choices you got, baby.”
Rolling her eyes, she tossed her keys and purse onto the bed before walking to the dresser to open one of the drawers. My dick was hard as hell just from seeing her walk, so there was no fucking way she was about to be up in the store, enticing them old bored ass geezers. She was gon’ have me killing somebody’s granddaddy tonight.
“Okay, so now you can change out of those sweats because I can see your dick print.” She placed her hands on her hips once she’d changed into another pair of tights.
“The fuck?” I looked down. “Ain’t shit I can do about that. I got a big dick, you know that.” I bit my lip and she rolled her eyes again. “Oh, you don’t believe me?” I started towards her.
“No. Move, freak, I have to go!” She squealed when I picked her up, forcing her legs around my waist so she could feel my mans down below.
“You feel that?”
“Feels little to me.” She grinned when I frowned at her.
“Yet, when I had that ass bent over in the laundry room, you was—”
“Alright, alright!” She laughed. “I don’t need recaps, Ricky, I was there.” She pecked me just before I let her down.
“I was killing that shit, huh?”
“Shut up!” She covered her ears as she left the
bedroom, causing me to laugh.
I grabbed my hoodie from the two-seater couch in our bedroom and slipped that shit over my head before pocketing my keys and both of my phones. On the way out, I ran into Draylah and my twins in their stroller, so I squatted down to look them over.
“Ya mama got you looking like a real nigga.” I touched my son’s nose, causing Draylah to giggle. That was the smallest fucking nose I’d ever seen. “And you’re just as pretty as ya mama.” I looked over my daughter to make sure she was covered up completely. Some of them little ass baby dresses were thot dresses, and I’d be damned if my baby girl was out here in hooker clothes before she even made it to a year.
“When will that game be over?” Draylah inquired.
Tonight or this evening, was a basketball game at my recreational center between the kids. I was going to show my face and watch the game, because I knew when them little muthafuckas saw me there, it motivated their asses to not only play the game well, but to make sure them fucking grades were up to par so that they could play. Plus, I ain’t wanna be one of them niggas who did shit for the hood just to say he did it, but then never show up to shit.
“By like 8 p.m. I won’t be gone long.”
After kissing my kids and then Draylah, I walked them all to the car and helped her put them in their seats, before getting into my whip.
The traffic out to South Central wasn’t too bad like usual, so I made it to the rec center fairly fucking quickly. After parking backwards in my designated spot, I got out and peered over the lot to see how full it was. A gang of niggas were here tonight just to see some little ass kids play ball? Nah, I knew some of these niggas were here just because they knew I’d be here too.
“You ready, boss?” Clay climbed out of his truck that was parked next to mine. He’d been waiting here for a nigga because I’d told him I ain’t need his ass to drive me. However, I knew tonight would be packed, and I also knew niggas in South Central were on some dumb shit 24/7, so I wasn’t gon’ be up in this bitch completely alone like a fool. I had no muthafuckin’ problems with a shootout, but I wasn’t trying to do all that at a fucking kids game.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I nodded and started off with Clay following me. He hated that shit but it was just how I rolled.
The security for the recreation center led Clay and I through the back entrance, and then out onto the basketball floor. When the people in the stadium style seats saw me, everyone roared with screams and applause, before I took the microphone from the deejay to say a few words.
“Everybody, just make sure y’all show some fucking act right tonight, aight?” I grinned, making everyone cheer.
“Yes, daddy!” a group of girls shouted, causing everyone to laugh.
“Don’t talk that shit unless I can put yo’ ass over my knee,” I replied with a smirk.
“Shit, you can!” one of the girls hollered back, and I finally saw who was talking. A typical, big head ass hood bitch, that I wouldn’t even fuck if it would save my life to do so.
“Nah, you too easy for me, but you can suck up one of these niggas in here who ain’t got shit better to do.” The whole gymnasium clamored with loud ass laughter as I handed the microphone back over to the deejay.
Clay and I found our way to our seats to watch the game, and overall, shit went pretty smoothly. I was surprised there weren’t any fights or bullshit during the game, but a nigga was happy about it at the same time.
Once the game was over, people started to get up and walk down the bleachers, with a nice amount of people stopping to ask for autographs and pictures. It was starting to be way too many fucking people, so security and Clay got mostly everyone to back the fuck up off me.
“Nice to see you again.” Malou walked up with a lustful smile. She was looking good as fuck as usual, but I hadn’t forgotten how whack her pussy was.
“Yep. Have a good night.” I started to move past her, but she touched my arm lightly to stop me. “Fuck you touching on me for?”
“Oh, I can’t touch you now? It wasn’t a problem when I was sucking your dick, or riding you at your house.”
“You right, but now that yo’ below average pussy having ass ain’t doing either of those, don’t put ya fucking hands on me bitch, and I’m not gon’ tell yo’ ass again.” I glared down into her eyes, and I could tell she wanted to come back at a nigga but knew better. “You need to go find ya fucking son instead of worrying about a nigga who don’t give a fuck about you.”
“Jermaine already left with his daddy, thank you very much. And now you don’t care—”
“Malou, what the fuck is going on?” Some whack ass muthafucka walked up and had the fucking nerve to look me up and down.
“Nothing, Kell, let’s just go.” Malou gripped his arm, looking at me somberly as if that shit would make me give a damn.
“Nah!” He snatched away from her. “Fuck you doing trying to get at my girl, nigga?”
I had to laugh for a minute, as people in the gym started tuning in, halting their steps on the way out the door.
“Get at ya girl? For what? She already sucked me up first day I met her. How long she make you wait though?” I cheesed.
“Oh shit!” different people shouted.
“Nigga!” He swung on me, but Clay blocked him. Clay didn’t even really need to do that shit because that weak ass punch wasn’t gon’ make it nowhere, let alone actually do some muthafuckin’ damage. I was way taller than this nigga, so I wasn’t sure where he’d planned on landing that bullshit.
“Nah, let his ass go, Clay, so I can wear his ass out.”
“Kell, stop! Please!” Malou begged as her nigga twisted and turned in Clay’s embrace.
Finally he gave up, and Clay let him go. He stormed out with Malou on his heels, trying to calm him down.
I took a few more pictures and signed some more autographs, before chopping it up with a few of the organizers and people that worked for me. By that time, no one was really here, so I told Clay he could bounce.
I texted Draylah that I’d be home soon, and headed out to the parking lot, pulling my hood onto my head.
“Talk that shit now, nigga,” I heard a voice say from behind me, right when I got to my whip.
Turning around, I saw Malou’s little bitch ass boyfriend standing there panting. It wasn’t until seconds later that I saw the handgun clutched in his hand as he shot daggers through me.
“Oh, so you think ‘cause you strapped, I’m supposed to be scared of you?” I chuckled, inching his way. The anger in his eyes turned to a little bit of fear. “A gun in the hands of a bitch ass nigga is the least of my worries, bruh. I don’ been shot a couple times too, so I ain’t tripping.” I stepped back. “Shoot me if you gon’ do it.”
“Don’t tempt me, nigga!” he barked.
“Fuck out of here,” I mumbled and turned to grab my car handle.
POP!
“Ahhhh!” people screamed and scattered in the distance at the sound of the gunshot that sent a bullet into the side of me.
“Oh fuck! I ain’t mean to—”
“Give me this shit!” I snatched the gun from Kell’s frantic ass, with my hood sleeve covering my hand to keep my prints off the shit.
WHAM!
I clocked his ass in the head with it, sending him to the floor and on his fucking back like the hoe that he was.
Squatting down to his level, I gritted, “Only reason I ain’t gon’ murk yo’ ass right now is because it’s too many people ‘round here. But you just fucked with the wrong nigga.” I stood up just as Malou came running over, and just as the nigga passed out.
“Kell! Kell, baby, wake up!” Malou slapped his face. I knew his ass wasn’t gon’ be up for a minute because I hit his ass hard as fuck with that gun.
“Aim for the head next time, bitch.” I dropped the gun and hopped into my car.
“Ricky—”
“Get this nigga from by my shit before I run his ass over!” I barked to Malou.
; She dragged Kell onto the sidewalk connected to the recreational center, and then started back towards me, so I hit the gas.
“Ricky!” she screeched, staring through my front windshield in disbelief at the fact that I’d almost hit her.
“Get the fuck on. Don’t come over here,” I warned her thirsty ass.
“I just wanna— ah!” she shouted when I hit the gas again, almost mowing her ass down. Had she not jumped back, she would have been under my shit.
Saying ‘fuck it’ to myself, I put my foot back on the gas and Malou took off running. I gunned it after her ass, prompting her to scream at the top of her lungs, as she booked it through the parking lot like an Olympic runner. People witnessing were laughing and clowning her ass from what I could hear.
And I was about a second away from clipping her ashy ass ankles, so she’d better not stop running.
BOOF!
“Oh my gosh!” Malou cried.
I hit the back of her calf when she slowed up, and finally, she darted off to the side, leaving her dirt stained ass sandals in my path, so I ran them bitches over and kept going. I’d hoped I’d broken her shit, but I wasn’t sure. Dusty ass bitch.
The parking lot was now a cluster fuck, but unless niggas wanted to get ran the fuck over, they needed to move. I watched calmly as niggas darted and dived out of my way in order not to get hit.
I got home about thirty minutes later, and as soon as I walked in the door, I spotted Draylah at the top of the stairs. She made her way down in that short ass nightgown, making my dick brick up at the sight.
“They’re saying you got shot, and then you haven’t answered your phone for the last forty-five minutes.” She folded her arms.
“I did get hit, but I had my vest on.” I lifted my shirt a little to show her.
“You got shot over another bitch?”
“Nah.” I walked closer to her and she backed away, so I yanked her back into me. “Fuck is wrong with you? I told yo’ ass I ain’t get shot over no bitch. You gon’ believe whatever the fuck you saw or read, or me?”
“Someone said that Malou girl was there.”
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