She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “That’s fine. I just don’t want anything to do with him. My life is on the up and up and that’s one of the things holding me back.”

  “I see… uh… are you sure, Mr. Hampton?” Theo frowned subtly. “Maybe give it some more time.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure. Get on the shit so it can be handled as soon as possible, aight?” I got up from my chair and he nodded. Grabbing his small stack of Post-Its, I wrote down my mother’s name, address, and number. “In case you need to contact her for anything.”

  “Thanks. I’ll be in touch about this soon, and about the record contracts.”

  “Cool.” I walked out.

  Going down to my car, I contemplated hitting that Angelique bitch back on Instagram, but I honestly didn’t want to know the truth. But at the end of the day, if her baby was mine, I’d sign over my rights for him or her too, so I guess it was no biggie.

  Once I got to my car, I sped out with my music blasting and stopped to get me some food. I killed that shit on the way to the studio where MG was recording, and then swooped into a park.

  “What’s good!” I shouted when I walked into the room to see MG, Automatic, Ricky, and Frisk.

  I dapped up everybody, including Ricky, who acted like he ain’t even wanna touch my damn hand.

  “Aye, man, let me talk to you for a second.” MG waved me out as he walked into the hallway.

  “What?” I turned my lip up once we got out of the room.

  “Ya mama called Ricky and told him what you said to her, my nigga—”

  “Then why the fuck you in my face about it? She called him, not yo’ ass, so mind ya business.”

  “Yeah, she called him, but he told me what she said! And unlike Ricky, who feels like you being a father is a lost cause, I’m trying to talk some sense into you, fool!”

  “Ain’t shit I need to hear, Micah. I’m an adult, and I make my own fucking decisions. Why the fuck should I be forced to be a father?” I palmed my chest.

  “Because you was fucking, Qamar! Come on, man! Every time you fuck one of these females raw, it’s a possibility that she could get pregnant.”

  “And?”

  “So because you wanna continue living fancy free, you just gon’ let ya kid grow up without a father? He already lost his mother.”

  “Niggas grow up fatherless every day, Micah.” I patted his shoulder and then went back into the studio room.

  He needed to mind his own fucking business. He had his life, and I had mine. I was the only one who had to live it, so no one else should have shit to say.

  ***

  Later that evening…

  I left the studio and since I was dead tired and a little high off that granddaddy, I took my ass straight to the hotel. Once inside, I got one of those already made salads from the cafe area before they closed, and scarfed that shit down in the lobby with a glass of Hennessy.

  When done, I took my ass up to the room, and when I walked in, it was dark. Moving further in, I saw there were a few candles lit, and then Genesis appeared in some sexy ass lingerie. Her hair was a brown color, making her look even prettier. That pink shit really wasn’t doing her ass any justice.

  “What do you think?” She placed her hand on her hip, giving me time to fully take her fine ass in.

  “Damn,” I mumbled, moving closer to her as I pulled my shirt over my head.

  Once I got near her, our lips met, and I pushed her down onto the bed, falling in between her legs. This girl was really starting to grow on my ass.

  Kattlyn

  That same evening…

  I’d just taken my second shower of the day, and now I was slipping into some tights and a tube top. I was wearing some Fenty slides that Draylah got for me as a gift, and that was the only reason I was wearing them. They were cute, but like I said before, I preferred heels at all times.

  After putting my hair up into one long braid, I grabbed my keys and purse then headed downstairs to leave. I guess MG heard me walking because before I could get out of the door, he was coming from the den and into the foyer.

  I didn’t mind telling him where I went, but he told me he didn’t want me studying late with Nolan. Technically it was only 6 p.m., but MG told me we had to work and be done before 5 p.m., and no later than that. That was fine, but Nolan worked, so some days we had to study later in the evening.

  “Where you going?” MG squinted his eyes suspiciously as he came closer to me, hitting me with his signature cologne.

  “I’m going to study for a little bit.”

  “With that nigga?”

  “No, I have other classmates, Micah.” I rolled my eyes. “And should you really be questioning me when I had to fight a bitch the other day at your video shoot?”

  “Aye, don’t start trying to flip this shit on me.”

  Fuck, he was getting to know me too well. However, still, I was a little irritated by the fact that I was actually having to drag a hoe over a nigga that was supposed to be mine.

  “I’m not flipping anything! Who was that bitch!” I felt the anger in me rising again, causing new questions to form.

  After whooping that bald headed hoe’s ass, I didn’t think twice about her. But now I was wondering why the hell some bitch was that passionate about him to start a fight with me.

  “That’s Isla’s homegirl…” he replied begrudgingly.

  “The one you fucked along with Draylah’s ex best friend? You have to be kidding me. Did you seriously have me fighting a bitch that you actually slept with? Oh my gosh…”

  “Kattlyn, baby, it wasn’t even like that. I told her ass the deal but I guess…” He shrugged. “You know how y’all females act.”

  “Nigga, no I don’t! I ain’t never been that thirsty for some dick. Get them bitches in check, Micah, because if I have to fight over you again, especially with a hoe that actually sampled the dick, I will cut your dick!”

  “You say that shit like you mean it.” He smirked.

  “Yeah, keep smiling and thinking shit is funny, nigga. You gon’ wake up with just a ball sack one of these days! Goodbye!”

  “Aye, who the fuck you studying with?” he called after me, still grinning about my threat. I hated that he found my feistiness sexy, because he wouldn’t take me seriously some days.

  “A girl!” I hollered back as I switched to my Porsche.

  That nigga thought I was kidding around, but I really wasn’t. We would see how much his ass was smiling when he was dick-less.

  I drove to Barnes and Noble where Nolan and I always usually studied. It was better than the shitty ass library at my school because it had a coffee shop, which was always needed. I spotted Nolan’s car in the lot, so I parked right next to him before grabbing the jacket I always kept in this car, along with my belongings. Making my way across the lot to the door, I saw Nolan outside on the phone, and when he recognized me, a big smile covered his face.

  He was a little salty after finding out I’d gotten back with Micah, but lately, he’d been pretty cool about it. I was happy that he’d gotten over it because I actually liked being friends with him. Not to mention, he was the only person in class that I actually liked and could be cool with. Having another student to text with and get information from was a blessing that I didn’t want to lose.

  “Damn, I swear you look sexy as fuck in anything you wear,” Nolan commented as he held the door open for me.

  “So if I wear a garbage bag and some Crocs, I’ll look sexy?” I raised a brow as I walked in.

  “You damn right.” His voice was low, almost inaudible, so I knew he was too busy looking at my ass to concentrate fully on the response that he was giving.

  “Keep your eyes on the road.”

  “My bad.” He laughed as he opened the second door to get into the establishment.

  Nolan and I went to the cafe to get settled, and like always, for the first thirty minutes or so, we quietly highlighted the book, only speaking to one another when needed. When it was finally time to make flashcard
s, Nolan went to get me something to drink as well as himself.

  “There you go.” He placed the chai tea in front of me, and then sat down across from me. “So how is shit going with ya rapper nigga?”

  “It’s going good, why?”

  “I just heard there was an altercation at one of his video shoots. Saw it on one of them Instagram blogs, and rumor has it, that it was you against some groupie.”

  “What?” I frowned.

  “Yeah, the headline on Instagram said, ‘Girlfriend of Rapper MG, Kattlyn Vega, Allegedly Brawls with Groupie.’” He recited the title of the blog post with a smile.

  “Well that is a lie.”

  “I hope so. No way if I had a woman as fine as you, that some shit like that would have gone down. All them hoes would know what it was.”

  “The hoes do know what it is, thanks.”

  “Just checking. And you know that if you ever need me, like need me, I’m gon’ be there for you.” Nolan licked his lips.

  He was definitely sexy, and if I weren’t with MG, I would date him. But the fact remains that I was with MG and in love with him, so Nolan needed to chill. Nolan may have been attractive, but I loved MG for more than his handsome looks. He was sweet to me, and he didn’t treat me like a reformed hoe like most niggas would do. He gave me respect, and he actually cared for me, which I couldn’t say about too many other men in my life besides my father. I just… was beyond thankful that Isla had fucked up, and I wouldn’t be letting him go anytime this century.

  “Thanks for your kind words, Nolan, but you need to understand that I have a man. If you continue to flirt with me and say little things, I’m going to have to get a new partner to study with. So what’s it gonna be?”

  As I spoke, I saw the smirk he once wore fade away gradually. I was sure he thought that he was breaking me down or would eventually, but that wasn’t even close to the truth.

  “I get you, and I apologize. I guess I still had some hope. But you right, I need to fall back if we gon’ be doing this study shit. You accept my apology?”

  “I do.” I smiled, and so did he.

  “Oh damn,” he mumbled, looking behind me.

  “What?” I turned around to see MG on his way over. “Shit, umm, just don’t say anything.”

  “What we got going on over here, Kattlyn?” MG stopped at the table and crossed his hands at his crotch.

  “Baby, see, there was another girl here, Keisha, but she left like ten minutes before you came. But we still had a lot to do, so it was no point in Nolan and I just leaving.”

  “Exactly.” Nolan nodded, backing up my lie.

  “Call Keisha,” MG replied, making my stomach drop.

  “I—I don’t have Keisha’s number.”

  “So how the hell did y’all set up this session if you ain’t got her fucking number, Kattlyn?”

  “Because we discussed the meeting time earlier in class.”

  “Okay so, Nolan is it?” MG looked down at Nolan who nodded. “She’s in a very serious relationship and we discussed that studying after 5 p.m. with you in particular is not permitted. So next time she hits you trying to study after those hours, I’m gon’ need you to gon’ ‘head and deny, aight?”

  “Yeah, I feel you,” Nolan replied.

  “Come on, Kattlyn.” MG picked my bag up, and like a child, I angrily shot up, grabbing my books to drop them into the bag as he held it open. I snatched my purse up and stormed out with MG following me. “Kattlyn! Kattlyn!” he yelled after me in the parking lot.

  “What? Why did you do that! He and I are just studying!” I screamed.

  “It don’t fucking matter, aight? I told yo’ ass that studying all late at night and shit with him is not cool! Why the fuck you so damn surprised about me getting yo’ ass up out of there!” he yelled back.

  “Oh my gosh!” I gripped my hair before letting go. “You have to get over the shit with Isla! We are not the same type of people! Just because I study with a man does not mean I am going to sleep with him, Micah! And if I really wanted to, the time of day wouldn’t really matter!”

  “Ain’t nobody said you was gon’ fuck him! I don’t need you to tell me you ain’t like Isla, because if you were, I wouldn’t be with yo’ ass! It’s about the fact I’m yo’ nigga, and I told you not to fucking study with his ass this late! Simple as that!”

  The white people walking through the parking lot were looking our way as MG and I had a yelling match right there in the dark lot, only lit up by streetlights.

  “It’s not that serious!”

  “This is probably why I ain’t got no pussy in God knows how fucking long! You too busy chilling with that bitch ass nigga!”

  “No, dummy! The reason you haven’t gotten any pussy is because I do not want to have sex! All my life, everything has been about sex! Can it be okay that for once in my life I don’t want it? I had a fucking miscarriage, and to you, I’m sure it’s not much, but to me, it is! And since the only thing you care about is when you can fuck me, maybe you should call up one of the many groupies that I’m sure would fight over your dick!”

  “Wait, wait, wait.” He grabbed my arm just as I was about to get into my car. “Kattlyn, you know damn well that I don’t only care about fucking you. I guess I got used to us always doing the shit, that when it stopped, I assumed the worst. And then finding out ya study partner was a nigga just added to the shit.” He pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, aight?”

  I nodded as he kissed the side of my face while one hand rubbed my back, and the other held onto me tightly.

  “I love you, Kattlyn, and the only reason I wanna have sex with you is because I’m attracted to you. I’m not interested in sleeping with another girl, only you, so it’s not just about getting some pussy. If that were the case, I could hit one of these groupies, like you said.”

  I pulled back a little to gaze up into his eyes just before our lips came together a few times.

  “I love you too.” I half smiled. “And I’m sorry for lying. I just don’t have anyone else to study with in the class. The girls in there don’t like me, and I’m already close to beating some of them up.”

  Laughing, MG replied, “I believe it. But it’s cool, I trust that you ain’t about to let another nigga fuck you.”

  “About time.” I rolled my eyes.

  “You wanna go back in there?”

  “No, my head hurts from yelling now.”

  “Aight.” He chuckled.

  We kissed again, and then we went home in our separate cars. Once home, I made us a quick meal, some chicken quesadillas, and after we ate, we both went upstairs to the bedroom.

  Entering the bathroom, I removed my clothes and looked myself over in the mirror. Running my hands across my stomach, I thought about what was once in there.

  I’d signed up for an online therapy class, and the therapist told me in order to somewhat move on, I needed to stop seeing the fetus that was inside of me as an actual person. She was right too, because all I thought about was what my son or daughter would have been like and how it died before getting to live.

  Peeking out the door of the bathroom within in the room, I spotted MG removing his shoes.

  “Did you want to help me in the shower?” I offered, and he popped his head up so quickly that I had to laugh.

  “Hell yeah.”

  He came into the bathroom with me, and while he undressed, I turned on the shower. He opened the glass door for me, and then stepped in after me. Once the water hit us both, we began kissing, and he trailed his lips down the side of my neck and then my stomach, before placing my leg over his shoulder.

  “Mmm,” I mumbled with my eyes closed as MG feasted between my legs. I’d forgotten how good sex felt, especially with the man that I loved. “Oh my gosh,” I cried out as MG continued to snake his tongue around my bud before sucking it.

  Palming his head, I threw my head back against the shower wall as my body tensed up before releasing. Rising to his feet, he picked me up s
lowly and then brought me down onto his dick.

  “Baby,” he groaned against my neck once he was all the way inside.

  I locked my arms around his neck as he moved me up and down his dick, making love to me just the way I needed him to. My body trembled when I exploded on him, and he kept gliding in and out of me slowly. Picking my head up, I peered down into his eyes before our lips pressed together and our tongues came in contact.

  “I love you, Micah,” I sniveled against his lips as I felt another orgasm rising.

  “I love you more,” he replied, as we let the water continue to cascade down our bodies as we sexed.

  Chapter Six: Ricky AK

  Monday morning…

  I was working out this morning like I always did, and Lily came into the gym room trying to join a nigga. She was about the same weight as one of my damn arms, trying to fuck with me on the workout tip. But I was starting to feel like she was mine in a sense, so I wasn’t bothered at all by her interrupting me. Shit was weird because I knew she wasn’t my daughter biologically, but I had some sort of connection with her little smart-ass.

  “Aight, so we about to lift some weights. But you gon’ use these.” I lifted these small pink ones that Draylah used when she ran on the treadmill.

  “Noooo! I wanna do the ones you did yesterday!” She pointed to my weight lifting bench, making me laugh.

  “Ain’t no fucking way you can lift this, Lily. Shit weighs more than you. You gotta work ya way up, baby girl.” I put the weights into her small hands, before picking up my handheld dumbbells for myself. “Aight, now we gotta look in the mirror and lift each hand one at a time.”

  “Okay!” She cheesed.

  “Nah, what face is that? Fuck you smiling for? You gotta have the screw face when you do this.” I smiled watching Lily double over in laughter.

  “Okay, okay. Like this?” She frowned cutely in the mirror while lifting each arm, hand grasping the small weights.

  “Perfect.” I chuckled.

  Once we finished lifting, we did some leg workouts, and then it was time to just relax a little bit while listening to some music. As we sat there resting while drinking some Gatorade, I felt Lily’s eyes on the side of my face, so I turned to her.