Once I’d finally gained some composure, I peeled off down the street and went about 90 mph the whole damn way to Wonder and Carla’s nice big house. I prayed like hell that fool was there, and if my scheduling was correct, he should be. He didn’t have anything to do today, his wife either, so they should both be home.
When I made it to their place, I swerved into the driveway, threw my car into park, and yanked my keys from the ignition before getting out. I didn’t even close my driver’s side door, because right now, I honestly didn’t care. And as mad as I was, I wish a nigga would try to steal my car. I just might murder him.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I slammed my fist onto the door repeatedly, before pressing the doorbell ten times back to back. I didn’t see any cars in the driveway, but they could have been in the garage.
“Are you crazy!” Carla pulled the front door open, scowling like she was my mother and ready to put me over her knee.
“Where is your dirty dick ass husband?”
“First of all, you need to calm down. Regardless of what’s going on, remember that you work for me and my husband.”
“Fuck you and this job! I don’t care about it! Sue me over these last few months I owe you because I quit, bitch! And once I get done dragging your man through court, you won’t even have enough money to hire a lawyer to sue me for shit!”
“Virginia—”
“Savian!” I yelled over her, trying to look around her ass. Eventually, I just barged inside, calling that bitch ass nigga’s name.
“He is not here!”
“Well I’m gonna wait until he gets here! You know he put out a sex tape of us? Ooh, wait until I get my hands on him.” I paced the floor angrily, heart beating rapidly as hell and skin on fire. My steps came to a pause when I heard a light chuckle coming from Carla. Oh, this bitch wanted some too? I had enough for them both. “Is something funny?”
“Savian didn’t put the tape out, dummy, I did. How do you think I found out y’all were fucking? I stuck a recorder in the bedroom and caught you guys sexing at all hours of the day.” She placed her hand on her hip proudly, while smiling smugly.
“You dumb ass bitch!” I charged her and began slamming my fists onto her head as she screamed.
I knew she wasn’t expecting me to react this way, but she should have. Carla swung and connected with my jaw, but I didn’t feel any pain; I guess I was too upset. I kept on beating her face like a piece of meat needing to be tenderized, and next thing I knew, I was dragging her across the marble foyer by her hair. I didn’t even feel like myself as I stomped on her face while pulling her hair.
“Virgi—!” she cried my name, attempting to shield her face as I kept on wearing this bitch out like a bad child.
“Make this the last time… you fuck with me!” I gritted, panting heavily as I stomped and punched on this bitch like it’d be my last time.
“Ugh!” She clutched her stomach after I kicked her in it.
Standing over her, I breathed heavily… so heavily I had to bend over and cup my knees. I had never in my life fucked someone up like that, but she deserved every bit.
Watching her cry hysterically while still shielding her face, did nothing for me. I hated this hoe. She’d violated me just as much as I’d violated her by fucking her nigga, regardless of whether she even wanted him or not. However, at the end, I came out on top, and she’d learn to never cross me again.
“My lawyer… will be… in touch,” I spoke in between heavy breaths as I finally stood up. My back was in pain, and my jaw started to throb a little bit, but I walked back through the house. I hadn’t realized how far I’d dragged this bitch until I was on my way out.
I didn’t stick around for Wonder because he wasn’t the one who’d done this to me, but if he had a problem, I’d give him a helping too.
I had the pedal to the floor the whole way home, and when I pulled into my driveway, I saw my neighbor Geraldine conversing with a woman who had her back to me.
Getting out of the car, I slammed my door and walked briskly towards my condo.
“You traitor!” the woman Geraldine was talking to, barked my way. I turned to see it was Vigo’s mother. “You sent my son to jail! You betrayed him!” she started over to me, crying. Trey was such a little snitch bitch.
“Look, right now is not a good time for me. I did what I had to do, and what was right. Not calling the cops could have gotten me sent to jail too. Vigo committed a crime, sorry.” I turned from her and slipped my key into the door, but her next sentence stopped me from going inside.
“You were never good enough for him!”
Slowly turning on my heels, I lowered at this dumb bitch. All the long days and nights I’d spent looking after her baby man of a son, and she had the nerve to tell me I wasn’t good enough?
“What did you say?” I questioned, moving towards her, and fearfully, she began to back away. I’d warned her that right now wasn’t a good time.
“I—I said you were never good enough… for my baby.”
“Yes, your baby! That’s exactly what he was even well into adulthood! He wasn’t worth the salt in a prostitute’s drawers, yet I stuck by his broke, no job, couldn’t stay out of a bar for ten minutes ass, every fucking day! Every fucking day, while you sat your weird ass up in Connecticut living the good life! Bitch, if you ever fly all the way out to L.A. again to come at me foul, I will snatch every hair on your head out of that scalp, and shove it down your stank breath ass mouth.”
As my chest rose and fell, I waited for Vigo’s mother to reply, but she just walked her scary ass off and got into a car I assumed was a rental. She peacefully pulled down my street just like she should have.
“Have a good rest of the day, Virginia,” Geraldine spoke up.
“Fuck you.” I went into my house.
***
A few days later…
I hadn’t been doing too much, just working for Frisk and then chilling out with my friends; those were the only ways I could stay sane at this point.
I did obtain a lawyer, who only confirmed what Bia and Draylah said about Carla’s actions being illegal. He was confident that I could sue them for a lot of money and would win. At first, I didn’t want to do all that, but I decided to go through with it. My career was possibly over, so Wonder and Carla would be paying for that.
This morning, Ricky called me and told me to come down to his studio, and I honestly didn’t know what for. I was hoping he wasn’t going to try to convince me to give his friend a chance, but I had to remember Ricky didn’t move like that. He just wasn’t the type of guy to go begging for another man. I knew he’d tell Wonder to grow some balls and do it himself. By saying that, I agreed to meet him.
I pulled into a park located behind his studio, and then got out to go inside. After hitting the bell, Ricky confirmed that it was me and buzzed me in. Treading down the hallway, I could smell his cologne, so he must have just gotten here himself.
“Hey, is everything alright?” I asked as I sat down on the nice comfy sofa in the swanky studio.
“Yep. I wanted to ask you about something though.” Ricky turned away from the soundboard to face me.
“Oh my gosh, are you gonna surprise Draylah with something?” I squealed excitedly, but he frowned, basically saying ‘what the fuck?’
“Calm yo’ ass down. I’m perfectly capable of surprising Draylah with some shit.”
“Yes, but I thought you needed some help with something romantic.”
“Nah, I got that shit on lock.”
“You and romance, Ricky?” I raised a brow.
“You ain’t know a nigga was gangstamantic?”
“Okay, I’m done with you.” I laughed. “So what’s up then?”
“I got this girl group named Indigo, and they’re talented as fuck. They’re young though, all nineteen and shit—”
“Ricky, you’re only in your twenties.”
“Late twenties, aight? Anyway, I feel like you’d be a g
ood ass manager for them. I think a female would be better for them to work with than a male manager. A nigga may try and take advantage of their asses, and they’re desperate as fuck to make it, so they just may do whatever he wants them to do. Then I’d have to beat his ass.”
Chuckling, I replied, “I get it. I mean, I would love to, but are you sure you want me? I kind of have a bad reputation at the moment. And Wonder is your deejay and friend.”
“I don’t give a fuck about that shit. All I care about is getting them a good ass manager who can make us all some fucking money. I know that’s you.”
I couldn’t contain my smile, so I nodded.
“I’m still assisting Frisk, but I hope he won’t have a problem with me leaving that for this. This is something I actually want to do.”
“I’m sure he won’t. That nigga is a little bitch over you.”
“For real?”
“Do I lie?”
“No.” I paused, thinking about Frisk. Hopping up, I said, “Well thank you so much! I promise I will not let them down!” I rushed to Ricky for a hug as he stood up.
“Aye, aye, don’t get ya hair on my hoodie.” He surveyed his upper body once I pulled from our hug. “Draylah’s crazy ass be putting a light to my shit, looking for a bitch’s hair, thinking I don’t know what she up to.”
I burst into laughter because that definitely sounded like Draylah.
I guess the saying, ‘after every storm there is a rainbow,’ is very much true.
Ricky AK
Tonight was the performance for Tana, and I honestly couldn’t wait to see how her ass did with the song I had created for her. I listened to it after she recorded and, just like I thought, the shit was fire as fuck. But I wanted to see how she looked on stage with new material. Granted, I would work with her ass, but I needed to see that she at least had some potential with actual good tracks. Her stage presence in other shit I saw, was bad quality, and the beats were so trash that it was hard to pay attention. So tonight would be the big muthafuckin’ reveal, and as promised, I had a contract waiting, depending on how the bitch did.
I found Tana in the back, still preparing herself for the show, and thought I would come give her ass a little talk beforehand. Niggas knew I was gon’ be here, so the show was packed out way more than what her ass was used to.
“Aye, you aight?” I quizzed, only peeking into the room she was in. I walked in further when I saw she was fully clothed.
“I’m fine.” She smirked and then sat up on the table with the mirror on it to fix her skirt.
When I sat down, she made an extra move, purposely giving me a view of her pussy in some see-through panties. I laughed.
“You still on that shit, huh?”
“What shit?” She half-smiled, moving her other leg and flashing me yet again.
“You got ya pussy on the corner begging again.” I rose up and started towards her. She watched me lustfully until she saw my expression didn’t match the desire in hers. “When I told yo’ ass I wasn’t about that bullshit, I wasn’t fucking around. You got one more time to throw that project pussy at me before I snatch yo’ ass up. Hurry the fuck up and get ready and make sure you do ya best tonight.”
“Is Draylah gonna be here?” she asked me, so I turned to face her again.
“Yep. You’d better impress her too, or it ain’t gon’ happen for yo’ ass.”
“I didn’t know y’all were still together. I mean, when I got my brows and lashes done at her shop, she had another dude all up on her.” Tana shrugged. “Ah!” she jumped when I wrapped my hand around her neck.
“Fuck you talking about?” I moved my hand from her neck to her jaw, giving her stupid ass a little oxygen so she’d answer me.
“Draylah. I saw her come out of her office with another man and they looked pretty cozy!” Tana whined.
Letting her jaw go, I darted out of the dressing room and out into the venue area to look for Draylah. I saw she was at the table I had roped off for us, so I made my way over there.
“Hey, baby—”
“Get up and come talk to me,” was all I said before walking off towards the back. I stopped in the hallway where the dressing rooms were and waited for Draylah to get closer.
“Ricky, what’s wrong?” She pushed her hair behind her ears. She looked too fucking good in that little ass skirt and some heels that came up to her sexy thighs. A nigga was pissed, but horny at the same time.
“I’m gon’ ask you one time, and one time only; did you have a nigga in yo’ face at yo’ job recently?”
“Huh? No! Only—”
“Draylah!” I barked. “Did you have a nigga at yo’ fucking shop, in yo’ muthafuckin’ office!” I punched my hand because I was that fucking infuriated.
“Yes!” She jumped at the boom in my voice. “It was North. He came to talk to me because he saw the video of you and Lily on my Instagram, Ricky. That was it, I promise!”
“I thought we discussed that you wouldn’t be sitting up having conversations and shit with that nigga. You wanna have his ass all in yo’ shit, watch me kill him.”
“Baby, I swear I told him to leave me be and then he left.” She moved closer to me and wrapped her arms around my torso.
“I don’t care if he was delivering a muthfuckin’ pizza you ordered; I don’t want you talking to that nigga and especially alone, Draylah.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Who told you?”
“Tana. She went to ya shop and saw you trying to fuck on that bitch ass nigga.”
“I wasn’t trying to fuck on him, we talked. Where is that bitch, by the way, since she wants to run her damn mouth?” Draylah let me go and began walking down the hallway with her fine ass, looking for the door that bore Tana’s name.
“Draylah… Draylah!” I called out when she finally found the door and busted in.
“Ahhh!” I heard a loud ass scream just as I raced down the hall and into the room.
When I stepped in, I saw Draylah had yanked Tana off the table, so I went to pull her off her. Tana was looking fucked up, like she’d been in a fight slash pornography film. Tossing Draylah over my shoulder, I carried her ass out just like that, making sure her skirt was covering her, and not giving a fuck about this damn performance or Tana’s ass. Bitch should have minded her own damn business and stopped being so muthauckin’ thirsty for the dick.
I put Draylah in the passenger side of my car, and then jogged to my side to get in.
“Why did you pull me off of her?”
“Fuck you think? You’d beat on her ass enough. And what the fuck you so damn mad at her for when you was the one doing sneaky shit!” I sped off down the street, dipping through Hollywood.
“I wasn’t doing nothing sneaky!”
“Then why I ain’t know, huh? I swear to God, Draylah, you gon’ have me catching murder cases out here. You got me fucked up, on me!”
“All we did was talk, Ricky!”
“Yeah, and I’m gon’ see how you feel when I just talk to a bitch in my studio, namely one you don’t want me fucking with.” I nodded.
“Fuck you, nigga! You bet not!” Draylah punched my arm. “I wish you would!” she growled angrily.
“Yeah, well keep fucking with me and watch!”
“Fine! Do it then, nigga! You ain’t all that anyway!” She folded her arms and pouted.
“I ain’t all that, but you let me fuck countless times.” I laughed lowly, getting onto the freeway. “Raw at that.”
“I bet you’ll never fuck me again.”
“I bet I will.”
“No you won’t! You won’t touch me!”
“Cool. Then I’ll fuck another bitch tonight. I’m dropping yo’ ass off at the house where my grandma and the kids are at, and I’m going to the club.”
“No you’re not!”
“I am!”
“Well, if you’re going to the club, I’m going! I’m gon’ find me a nigga to fuck then since you wanna be dumb and sleep with a hoe.”
“Aight, fine.”
Draylah knew damn well as soon as I even thought a nigga was interested, the whole club was getting shut the fuck down. But if she wanted to test me, then I was gon’ let her do that shit. I never passed up the chance to show the fuck out. I stayed on that bullshit 24/7 ‘round this bitch.
I hopped off the freeway and went back towards the clubs in Hollywood. Once I brought my whip up to Valet, I hopped out, and Draylah did too, cute ass face still mad and shit. The bouncer let us both by with no questions, as a gang of muthafuckas called out to us.
“Fuck you following me for, huh? Go search the club for the nigga you want me to kill.” I turned to look down at Draylah, who was right on my heels.
“No, you go find the bitch I’m gonna skin alive! And I’ll follow you if I want to, nigga!” She fixed her top that didn’t have straps.
I laughed at how furious she was, which unbeknownst to her, was only making my dick hard. However, I was still pissed at her ass, so she wasn’t about to get off the hook that quickly.
I moved through the club with the help of security so all these thirsty muthafuckas wouldn’t make the mistake and pull on me and get bodied. Finally, I got to the section that they’d quickly cleaned and set up for Draylah and me. We both sat down, and I prepared myself a drink as a few females walked by smiling. When they saw Draylah nearby though, they kept it pushing. Everybody knew Draylah was Queen AK.
“Aye, baby, what’s ya name?” I asked the one who was staring the hardest.
She glanced at Draylah before hesitantly saying, “Leslie.”
I grinned and waved her towards me, and she smiled back before coming into the section.
“I know you did not just—”
“Nah, move over, Dray. You ain’t all that anyway,” I cut her off. Draylah stared at me for a long ass time, and I knew right then I had fucked up. She stayed dishing shit out and could never take it back. “Baby! Baby, come here!” I called after her when she shot up from the couch.
I got up to follow her, just as Leslie made it to me and said, “Wait, Ricky, where you going?”
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