She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  After a little bit, we finally let go, and I helped her out of the Jacuzzi. I assisted her in preparing for a bath, setting out her pajamas on her bed, and running the tub for her. Once I made sure she was in, I went to take a hot shower, but I could barely wash off well because my mind was going crazy. How was I gonna send my baby back with Antonia on Monday? There was no fucking way that I could.

  I finished showering and slipped into something more comfortable, before going to check on Lily. I made sure she was okay, and then we went to feed and clean the twins, before putting them to sleep. Seeing her so happy here with me let me know that I couldn’t allow her to leave. Shit, she was mine any damn way, so why the fuck should I?

  Ricky got home just as Lily and I had dinner set up in the dining room, so we all ate together. I didn’t talk much, so I just watched them interact as if they were father and daughter already. Occasionally, Lily would look my way and smile, and it just warmed my heart. Afterwards, Ricky and I read her a bedtime story out of this huge storybook Ricky bought her, and then we retired to our bedroom.

  “She called you ‘mommy’ at the table. Fuck is that about?” Ricky frowned after tugging his shirt over his head.

  “I—I had to tell her. She saw my tattoo and asked why it said her name.”

  “So now what?”

  “She doesn’t want to go back to Antonia, and Ricky, I can’t let her go. You should have seen her face when she told me how badly she didn’t want to!”

  “Relax, Dray. If you don’t want her to leave, she ain’t gon’ leave, aight?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled me into his lap gently.

  “But how am I gonna do that? Antonia is not just gonna leave and let Lily stay here… potentially for good.”

  “Yes she will.”

  “How?”

  “‘Cause she will,” he replied with finality as he looked up into my eyes with a serious expression.

  ***

  The next evening…

  I’d just gotten home from working all day, and Lily came with me while the twins spent the day with their father. I just loved having Lily around, and she was so helpful while at work. Also, introducing her to my clients as my daughter felt so good that it was crazy. I felt… free in a sense.

  “You’re leaving?” I fixed my tube dress as I watched Ricky pocket his keys. “Let’s have some fun before you go.” I grabbed at the waist of his jeans to start unbuckling them, but he moved my hands.

  “Baby, I can’t right now. I’m already running late. I have to go to the studio and oversee this track I want the girls to record. Then Dakota wants to show me this artist she found.”

  “Dakota? She’s choosing artists for you now?” I inhaled sharply, getting a whiff of his cologne.

  “Nah, she ain’t choosing no fucking artists for me. She said she ran across somebody that was dope, and since I trust her fucking opinion, I agreed.” He frowned down at me, pulling his hood onto his head. His handsome face irritated me for some reason.

  “And how long are you and Dakota gonna be hanging out while I’m here at home?” I folded my arms.

  “Bye, Draylah.”

  “Does she like you? Be honest?” I called after him.

  “She used to, but I told her that shit wasn’t gon’ go nowhere, and now it’s over. Fuck you tripping for?” He turned to face me with an annoyed look.

  “Have you ever fucked her?”

  “Nah, I ain’t never fucked that bitch. And if I had, what difference does the shit make? You gon’ ask me about every bitch I hit before you?”

  “I don’t believe you! She’s probably sucking your dick every time she sees you!” I barked as he plopped down on the bed and groaned.

  Kattlyn mentioning Dakota seeming jealous when we were in Hawaii, and then Antonia’s speech had gotten to me. And on top of that, this nigga had never in his life turned down some pussy from me.

  “Yeah, you right. Every time I see her, she’s sucking me off,” he responded dryly.

  “Yeah, I know she is!” I paced angrily in front of him, pushing my hair behind my ears. “You guys are probably in a whole damn relationship!”

  “We are, and you just my side bitch that I got pregnant and let lay up in my crib.”

  WHAM!

  Out of reflex, I slapped the shit out of him, and when he turned to look at me slowly, I swear I’d shit on myself.

  “Fuck is yo’ problem, huh?” He rose from the bed abruptly with a deeply embedded scowl on his sexy face.

  “Get back, Ricky, before I slap your ass again!” I threatened, even though I was frightened as fuck.

  “Do it. I wish the fuck you would slap me again.”

  I was scared, but I couldn’t go out like a punk, so I raised my hand to slap him, but he gripped my wrists tightly, swung me around, and pressed me down onto the bed on my back.

  Hovering over me while pinning my wrists to the bed, he gritted, “Quit acting stupid like I won’t pop you in ya muthafuckin’ mouth then fuck the shit out yo’ ass and have you in a corner sucking ya thumb.”

  I was terrified yet turned on.

  “But you—”

  “Shut yo’ ass up!” he barked down at me, and I jumped. With his grip still tight on my wrists and his face balled up into a knot damn near, he added, “If I ever run into a bitch that I want that badly to where I’d risk losing you to fuck her, then that’s the day I don’t give a fuck about yo’ crazy ass. And the day I decide that I don’t give a fuck, I won’t have to hide who else I’m fucking because I’ll fuck her right in yo’ face and dare you to speak up. I told yo’ stupid ass that I love you and ain’t shit these other females out here can offer me to make me be unfaithful to you.”

  I lifted my head to kiss him, but he turned away.

  “Baby—”

  “Nah, fuck you. I ain’t about to kiss yo’ ass.” In one motion, he flipped me over onto my stomach, shoved my dress up, and ripped my underwear off in under two seconds. “You wanna be a brat over some dick, I’ll give yo’ ass some.”

  Before I could reply, I felt him pushing his way inside of me from behind. Grabbing a handful of my hair with his right hand, he gripped my waist with his left and began to pound me hard doggy style. It seemed like only seconds had passed before I was releasing my juices on him, but he didn’t slow up.

  “Mmm,” my voice trembled in ecstasy as Ricky murdered my walls.

  I could barely talk, and the only thing escaping my lips were soft whimpers and cries as he continuously hit my spot with his long thick rod. My pussy was drenched, and you could hear every time he plunged into me deeply, while holding onto my hair.

  “You gon’ act right?” he quizzed, reaching his hand around to grip the front of my neck as he humped into me.

  “Ye—yess!” I stammered as he sucked on the side of my neck, gliding in and out of me slowly while toying with my clit.

  “Yes, what?” he whispered into my ear, before pressing my face back into the bed to beat it up. He spanked and grasped my ass, before holding my cheeks apart for a better view.

  “Ye—yes, daddy,” I sniveled, and a little bit after, he was releasing inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he moaned.

  He bent down to kiss on my back and up to the nape of my neck as I breathed heavily as hell. I swear I would give anything for some water right now and a towel to wipe off the sweat.

  Ricky’s hand caressed my bare ass as he sucked on my neck from behind, while I laid on my stomach feeling exhausted.

  Once his lips made it to my ear, he said, “I want steak when I get back.”

  Without another word, he pulled out of me, and I listened as he went into the bathroom to clean himself and wash his hands before leaving the bedroom.

  I finally climbed off the bed, but when I made it to my feet, my legs were like gummy worms so I fell to the floor. But thirty minutes later, Lily, the twins, and I were at the store buying steaks.

  Qamar

  The next evening…

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p; “Oh shit,” I grumbled as I hammered between Genesis’s legs.

  Her pussy was on some other shit, and almost as good as Bia’s. Shit, come to think of it, Genesis’s was a little better because she let me hit raw every time. Bia was on that condom sex tip too much, which never felt as good; I don’t give a fuck what nobody says. I only hit raw that one time and never again. Bitch.

  “Ahh, uhhh.” Genesis gripped my biceps as I went ham, killing her shit.

  “Oh damn.” My body trembled hard as I exploded all inside of her ass. Panting heavily, I slid out and rolled onto my back to catch my breath that way. “Aye, go pee.” I tapped her.

  “Okay.” She exhaled and then peeled the sheets off of her body before walking to the bathroom within the hotel room.

  I checked a few emails I had from a couple labels since now that I’d gotten a little buzz from that free song I put out, they were interested in me. I wanted to be back on Bankroll, but I knew Greezy’s ass wasn’t having that shit.

  Once I was finished handling business, I got up and went into the bathroom so that Genesis and I could take a shower together.

  She and I had been kicking it tough, and since she was cool and had some good pussy, I wasn’t tripping. And it felt good to have somebody to talk shit about Bia to, and whomever else was pissing me off.

  We climbed into the shower together, and for a little bit, I just let my eyes roam all over her frame. That shit was just as perfect up close as it was from afar. Definitely, if Bia was to never come around for a nigga, I would make Genesis my new main. However, I was extremely confident that Bia would shed that strong woman bullshit she was trying to pull on me, and come crawling back very fucking soon. Yeah, I had done a lot of fucked up shit, but so what? I’m a man, and men make mistakes all the fucking time, and bitches still take them back. Bia’s ass should be no different.

  “What you thinking about?” Genesis inquired, tying her hair up.

  “Nothing.” I looked her over as the water fell all over her body. “You gon’ have to get rid of that hair color if you gon’ fuck with me.”

  “Why? My hair has been pink for the longest, Qamar,” she whined.

  “I know, but it ain’t a good look for me. Either you change it or we can cease all contact.”

  Inhaling and exhaling heavily like she was thinking, finally, she nodded in agreement. That was another thing I liked about Genesis; whatever I said was it. Not to mention, she put me on a pedestal, and I fucked with that shit.

  “It’s just hair color I guess,” she replied somberly.

  “Exactly.”

  We finished cleaning up in the shower, and then brushed our teeth before coming out to the bedroom to put some clothes on. We’d been laid up all day smoking, drinking, and fucking, that we were just now getting to handle our business in the bathroom. And the only reason I was even doing that shit was because I had to meet up with my lawyer about a few things, and then I planned to kick it in the studio with MG and Ricky.

  It was crazy how just a couple months ago, my life was crumbling before my fucking eyes, but now the shit was piecing back together beautifully.

  “I’m gonna go to the restaurant downstairs. Did you want anything?” Genesis asked me as she fixed her jean shorts.

  “Nah, I’m good. I’m about to bounce in a little bit anyway.”

  “Where you going? Can I come?”

  “Nah, I got some errands and shit to handle, but charge your food to the room and shit.”

  “Okay, thanks, baby!” She damn near squealed before kissing me, then grabbing her purse up and rushed out.

  Soon as she left, I picked up the hotel room phone and then dialed Bia’s number. I’d been calling her ass so much from my cell phone that I knew the shit by heart now. And since she blocked my cell phone number, I knew she’d answer this one. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t thought of this before.

  “Hello?” Bia answered, and I swear hearing her voice was crazy as hell. I hadn’t heard it or seen her in such a long time that it was pissing me off. I was used to being able to just pop up on her ass, but these days, she was like a celebrity. Only way I saw her was through my extra Instagram page or on Draylah’s.

  “Baby, it’s Qamar. I—”

  Click.

  “Hello?” I quizzed into the phone, because I was sure she didn’t hang up on a nigga. “Fuck!” I hollered, slamming the phone down before picking it back up to dial her again. She didn’t answer, so I called three more times but got nothing. Eventually, I just decided to leave a voicemail. “You hoe ass bitch! Next time I call yo’ thot ass, you better answer the fucking phone and let me say what the fuck I gotta say! You probably got chlamydia from all them niggas you been fucking! I hate you, hoe!” I slammed the phone down repeatedly, then panted angrily for a minute after dropping it.

  Shooting up from the bed, I continued to breathe heavily, wondering what I needed to do to get Bia to fuck with me. My phone went off, letting me know I needed to leave for my meeting, so I snatched it up, shoved it in my pocket, and then left the hotel.

  My lawyer’s office wasn’t too far away, so I made it there about fifteen minutes before I needed to be. I took that time to just calm myself down because I was still on one from Bia continuously dissing me. Right now, with how I was feeling, if I saw her ass, I was gon’ break her fucking nose. Dumb hoe.

  Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to relax my nerves, but that shit didn’t last long, because my iPhone starting ringing in the midst of me exhaling. Looking down, I saw it was my mother and debated if I should answer or not. I chose not to, but she called right back, so I picked up.

  “Yeah.” I stared out the window at the cars zipping up and down the street past me.

  “Yeah? That’s how you address your mother, Qamar?”

  “What you need, Ma?” I shook my head and did what I thought was rolling my eyes at her ass.

  “Baby, I need you to come over here and do what you need to do for your son. I don’t mind taking care of him because I love him, but—”

  “That ain’t my son, and I’m not gon’ tell you again, Ma,” I stated calmly. “If you need some help with him, I suggest you hire a fucking babysitter or something, but it ain’t gon’ be me.”

  “Qamar, he is your child! You laid down with that woman and have gotten several DNA tests to prove it!”

  “And I don’t care! Are you deaf?” I shouted loudly as fuck to the point where a poodle being walked by some woman outside barked at me as if it were saying to quiet down. I sneered at it before looking away.

  “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, boy! I am your mother!”

  “See, that’s yo’ problem! You think I’m still some little ass kid that has to do whatever the fuck you say. Well that ain’t the case! Now call me again about this baby bullshit and I’m gon’ cut off any fucking funds that I send yo’ way! Yo’ ass gon’ be out on the street fucking with me!” I hung up.

  I hated to be rude to my mother, but she was doing too damn much. I’d told her time and time again that I wasn’t gon’ be nobody’s damn father, but she kept pushing the issue. She was my damn mama and should have been on my muthafuckin’ side with this shit.

  “Matter fact… fuck that.” I picked my phone back up and dialed my bank. I let them know to cut off the transfers of money I’d been sending to my mama’s account, because I was sure she was using it to take care of that little nigga. Just the thought alone had me hot.

  By the time I’d handled my bank shit, it was time to go up into my lawyer’s office, so I got out of the car. I made it inside, and by the time I’d entered his suite, the receptionist let me know I could walk right on in.

  “What’s good, Theo?”

  “How are you today, Mr. Hampton?”

  “I’m doing great, actually. My career and shit is getting back on track. Speaking of my career, I got offered a record deal from three different labels, so I sent the contracts to you for you to look them over.”

  “Al
right, perfect. I will go through them and then we can meet up so I can explain what they’re all saying in layman’s terms.”

  “Cool. So what did you need to holla at me about?”

  “Right. So, are you familiar with an Angelique Braxton?”

  I groaned and ran my hand down my face at the sound of her name. Angelique was the bitch claiming she was having my baby, and unlike with Lacie, I wasn’t giving her any responses. I didn’t care if the muthafucka was mine or not, she was on her damn own. I’d spent enough money on lawsuits and shit, and she wasn’t about to get any of it just because she was pregnant.

  “Yeah, I know that bitch. Why?”

  “Alright, well, I was at a wedding party with my wife, and her lawyer was there. He and I went to law school together, so we got to talking, and he explained to me that his client was pregnant by mine. He also let me know that she’d be filing a paternity suit against you if you don’t acknowledge her and the baby soon.”

  “Acknowledge her? That’s not my damn baby.”

  “Are you sure, Mr. Hampton? Because if she files a paternity suit and you come back as the father, that will not be good.”

  “I mean, I don’t fucking know if I’m the father or not, but I don’t want to be regardless of what a DNA says.”

  Theo blew out hot air and removed his glasses before massaging his eyes. He then put them back on and looked to me.

  “Mr. Hampton, I suggest you meet with this girl and get a DNA test before this goes any further. You don’t want to drag this thing out. Get with the girl and have a prenatal paternity test done like she wants, and then be done with it.

  “Yeah, aight.” I nodded. “Now I wanted to talk to you about signing my parental rights over on this one baby.”

  “The one you just had some months back?”

  “Yeah. I don’t need or want my parental rights, so I want to sign them over to my mother.”

  “Mr. Hampton, you do realize that if you do this, you will no longer have a say-so in what the child does, where he lives, etc. Your mother could leave the state with him, and you wouldn’t be able to stop her.”