“I ain’t done nothing yet. How you find out so fast?”
“She called him. He was at the spot out west. Word spreads, man. Nobody has ever shot at Ching.”
“Well, somebody is about to start.”
Gia
“Just ignore it.”
Chance convinced me to ignore my cell phone as he punished me doggy style on the side of the bed. My bare French manicured feet were planted on the carpet. My face was buried amongst the sheet. Chance stood tall behind me slowly and deeply penetrating my pussy with long and deep strokes.
“Sssss.” I hissed and moaned to withstand the stress the size of his dick put on my pussy. It hurt so good.
I couldn’t believe that this little boy was fucking me like this.
“Right there, baby.” I spoke breathlessly with lustful pleas. “Please, don’t stop. Right there.”
Chance had the same lust in his giggles as his strokes got right where I wanted them and stayed there, rhythmically hitting that spot over and over again with persistence.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” I was gritting my teeth as I forced myself to withstand that dick. Chance held onto my waist and gave me the business. I was delusional with satisfaction and lust. But I wasn’t so delusional that I didn’t hear noises at the doorway of my bedroom.
Curiously, I glanced in that direction.
When I saw her reflection, I jumped out of my skin.
“Rae!”
In reaction to my fear, Chance jumped. We were tangled amongst each other as I fought to find something to cover myself. The light was on in my bedroom, so we all saw each other clear as day. Chance seemed scared at first. Then, it’s as if he figured out that Rae was really a woman, and lost any fear. Chance hurriedly threw on his pants. I threw myself into a shirt. Unfortunately, it was Chance’s, so that only hurt Rae even more.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I was so pissed! I couldn’t believe the size balls this bitch had. “How long have you been standing there?!”
Rae just stared at me, looking as if she’d just swallowed her own shit. She was disgusted, mortified, and evidently hurt as tears streamed down her face. Chance looked back and forth between us curiously. His eyes asked me so many questions while being obviously amused at the lady-boy that stood in the doorway.
“Chance, can you give me a minute?”
Rae’s chest heaved. “Give you a minute?! Fuck you mean, give you a minute?! Make this nigga leave!”
My arms flailed as I yelled at the top of my lungs. “You can’t tell me what to do! WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!”
Rae and Chance stared one another down as Chance walked out of the room.
Coolly, Chance glided by Rae, looking her up and down like she was a peon. Then he told me, “I’ll be in the living room, baby,” just to fuck with her some more.
Rae bit her lip. She was biting it so hard that her teeth were making impressions in the pinkness of her lip. She closed the door and immediately came to me. As she held my arms, all of the aggression and anger that she had just held was now submissive, passive, and humble.
“Baby, please don’t leave me. Not like this. Not for this nigga.”
“I am not leaving you for him, Rae,” I told her as I escaped from her embrace. “I am leaving you because I have had enough. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
Rae was heartbroken. Her tears flowed like a sad waterfall. I felt sorry for her, but I felt sorrier for the unhappy girl that I was when I was with her. This past month had been such a freeing and enjoyable experience that I was not willing to let go for the captive and insecure relationship that she was offering.
“Do you love this nigga?”
“Rae…”
“I’ll share you, baby. I’ll share you with him,” she begged as she reached for me again. I sat on the bed, on the very spot that Chance was just wearing me out in. I longed to be back in that moment, with his dick in me, rather than looking into the pitiful eyes of a lost soul.
“Are you serious, Rae? Listen to yourself.”
Like a sad puppy, she stood there crying. I knew her heart was broken, but it was something that I couldn’t fix. Rae needed help. She needed therapy and to find herself an identity that she wasn’t ashamed to show the world.
We stared each other down for a few moments. I believe that she wanted me to find some sympathy for her tears, but there was none in me. I had lust for the dick waiting on me in the living room; lust that didn’t have time to argue with this bitch.
“So that’s it?”
I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my weave. My hair was still damp from the pounding I was taking from Chance that drenched me with sweat. “I told you. I can’t do this.”
Quietly, Rae simply stood. Naturally I flinched as she walked by me, remembering the last time we were in such close contact. Yet, she continued to walk by as she wiped her face free of her sorrow. She opened the door and walked out without a word. Even though she didn’t hit me, I was still in fear. I didn’t want to be with her, but I still loved her enough to fear what leaving her would do to her.
Seven
Omari
“So what you think about my guy?”
I didn’t really think much about Chance, one of Capone’s guys that he wanted to put on the block. I hadn’t met him yet, but Capone had been telling me how he wanted to do him a favor and put him to work.
“It ain’t about what I think,” I told Capone, glancing at him in the passenger seat. “He’s your guy. If you fucks with him, then I fucks with him. Long as he can move that product, I’m good with him.”
“I’m sure he can. He from the hood. Won’t be hard to teach him if it ain’t in him already.”
“Is that a jab, nigga?”
Capone chuckled as he lit his blunt. “Hell yea.”
“Whatever.”
He was right though. I’d gone from a broke pretty boy to a street nigga with ease. Contrary to Capone thinking it had to do with him educating me on the game, this cold exterior that was turning me into this calculating savage day by day had more so to do with the anger I felt behind Ayesha’s death.
“You sure you don’t want to get one of them young niggas to do this?”
I chuckled. “You?”
“Whatever, man. You know what I mean. The young boys amped up and ready for some shit like this. We ain’t gotta get our hands dirty. We can grab one of them trigger happy motherfuckers that don’t give a fuck.”
Again, I chuckled, now with a bit of sarcasm. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll be trigger happy in one minute.”
“A’ight, boss. I got your back. Just making sure.”
Truth be told, I was tired of innocent bloodshed. Aeysha’s blood was more than enough. If it wasn’t Ching, Smoke, Burt, or Black, I didn’t want anybody dying on account of this war. Besides, I wanted my hands on every bit of this fight because it was my fight. I was going to make Ching’s life a living fucking hell. I wanted to be right there, front and center, when the bodies dropped.
I thought I would have second thoughts. The move that Capone and I were about to pull was going to be the start of a war that would last until either Ching or I was in the ground. He wasn’t the type of man that let anybody get away with fucking with his money. I saw it firsthand. But I had become the same type of nigga not to be fucked with.
When we pulled up in front of one of Ching’s traps that once housed Capone, I felt no reluctance. I was convinced that this shit I was about to kick off was destiny.
With hoods over our faces and guns gripped in our pockets, we walked up to the door. At five in the morning, the streets were so quiet that you could hear the snow falling and the wind whipping through the gangways and alleys.
However, gunshots soon pierced the silence. We shot our way through the front door of the old brick house. As expected, a block boy was sleep on the couch, the only furniture in the front room. He darted under the couch where Capone told me the artillery was kept. But I was on top of i
t. Before he could get his hand on his strap, I was standing on top of his arm; breaking it as I put more and more weight on it.
“Aaaargh!” He had to be only sixteen years old. He was small, frail and short. “Aw, shit! My arm!”
Capone had quickly moved to the back of the house where he knew the weight was stashed. Since he used to hustle out of this spot, he knew the ins and outs of every stash spot. We didn’t even have to cop more weight to set up shop in Riverdale. I was setting up shop with Ching’s shit. Thanks to the connect talking way too much with a drunk tongue, I knew that Ching had just copped weight.
This was a win/win.
The dude under my feet was frantically screeching and squirming. I didn’t say a word. I simply pointed the gun at his head and stared into his eyes, daring him to make a move as I heard bones breaking under my Timberland boots.
Not even three minutes later, Capone was coming back into the living room carrying two large dusty garbage bags.
“Let’s move,” was all he said as he walked towards the front door that hung off the hinges and let in the winter cold.
Pow! Pow!
I let off two shots into the dude’s leg to keep him from chasing us to the car with gunfire. I was also keeping Ching from killing him. He couldn’t have explained letting us get away all this weight without even a scratch on him. He still had one arm to shoot with. I knew Ching well enough to know that he would want to know why he hadn’t used it.
Those slugs in his leg were keeping him alive.
Simone
A few weeks after telling Omari that I was pregnant, he was finally settled into the idea that I was having a baby.
Just like I thought, now that I was “pregnant”, he was freely cumming in me every chance he got. Yet, as I sat on the toilet in the bathroom of my master bedroom, I grimaced at the sight of blood.
I wasn’t pregnant.
And now I would have to spend days hiding the fact that I was on my period.
Something had to be done quickly. Finally, Omari was warming up to me more. I was not only his girlfriend. I was his baby’s mother, and he was treating me as such. He was the family man that I knew he would be as soon as we became one.
“Miss Simone, I’m about to go! I’m leaving Dahlia on your bed. She’s asleep.”
From inside of the bathroom, I told Tiana, “Okay, thank you! See you later.”
I sat on the toilet while looking into the mirror at myself wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into. I needed to get pregnant. I had to have a baby. Finally Omari was showing some happiness about this pregnancy and I was starting to feel secure in this relationship.
I had to think of something.
Dahlia’s cries broke me out of my train of thought. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and just continued to sit there, now with my head in my hands. I was wracking my brain trying to figure out why I wasn’t pregnant yet. I’d done the calculations. I was sure to have sex while I was ovulating.
Mother Nature was not on my side.
Again, Dahlia’s cries pierced through the air. I longed for the moment that Omari got there. Continuously, she screamed like a maniac. So I stopped my brainstorming, put in a tampon, and stormed out of the bathroom.
“Shut up already,” I groaned walking towards the bed where Dahlia lay crying and kicking her little legs.
Without even thinking, I muffed her. Though it was only a slight nudge, her cries became high-pitched and I saw a small cut on her lip that leaked blood. I noticed the ring on my hand and realized that I had nicked her lip with it.
“Shit!”
I raced to get a tissue to wipe the blood. Omari was going to be there at any moment.
Just as I expected, as soon as I was back inside of the bedroom cleaning Dahlia’s lip, I heard Omari’s keys in the front door of my condo. I scooped Dahlia into my arms and began to rock her. I tried to calm her down by giving her the pacifier, but she wasn’t soothed. She continued to whine, and my skin crawled.
“What’s wrong with Daddy’s baby?”
My eyes rolled as I could hear Omari coming down the hall. He appeared inside of the bedroom door, looking beautiful and full of swag as always. He’d just gotten his locs styled into long braids that went down his back.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t say hello to me. Nor did he even hug me. He immediately came into the room and took Dahlia out of my arms.
I was still in competition with the next bitch.
Omari
“What the fuck is wrong with her lip?”
I sat on Simone’s bed glaring at, what looked like, a fresh cut on my daughter’s lip.
As Simone fixed her hair in the mirror that hung on her wall, she nonchalantly replied, “I was just looking at that. I saw it after Tiana dropped her off.”
“I’m beating her ass.” Before I knew it, I grabbed my cell out of my pocket while holding Dahlia in my other hand.
Simone spun around. “Who?!”
“Tiana.”
“Omari, put the phone down! That girl did not do that to her.”
“Well, why the fuck she always got bruises and shit on her?! It’s not like she can walk, so she can’t be walking around falling into shit. What the fuck, man?!”
“Omari, calm down.” Simone was now sitting next to me. She lay her hand on my thigh and started to rub it to soothe me. “Tiana is not abusing Dahlia. You’re tripping.”
“Well, she isn’t watching her carefully.”
“She is a baby. It was probably a toy.”
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Dahlia was everything to me, and I could admit that I was over protective when it came to every inch of her skin and every hair on her head.
“Anyway. Look. I need to talk to you about the move.”
Capone and I noticed the drought out in Riverdale. There were minimal blocks with supply but a whole lot of demand. After robbing Ching, Capone and I had the necessary weight to set up shop in my crib in Riverdale.
So, me and Dahlia had to move in with Simone.
“When are you coming?”
“In about a week.” Just then, Dahlia began to gurgle, coo, and flash big smiles at me. I smiled along with her as I asked Simone, “You ready for me and Dahlia to move into your space?”
Simone smiled and kissed Dahlia on the cheek, “Of course I am.”
“You think you’re going to be able to handle two small kids?”
Suddenly, my smile was gone and Simone saw that. I was speaking real shit to her that I wanted her to listen to. I wasn’t ready for another baby. I was going to support her anyway she went, but she needed to realize what she was getting into all for the sake of having my baby.
“It will be a bit much to handle, but I can do it.”
“Are you sure?”
I wanted her to understand me, to realize what she was getting into. She had me. I was there. Her need to constantly plant her seed was unnecessary. She was always trying to push things to the next level as if she didn’t have me where she wanted me. I knew that since I put Aeysha before her, she always had this insecurity when it came to me and this relationship. I didn’t want her to allow insecurity to push her to have a baby that we weren’t ready for.
She saw my reluctance and got angry. “Why do you keep asking me that?”
“Because there is still time…”
“Time for what?!”
At the sound of her booming voice, Dahlia jumped. I instantly held her to my chest and
Simone rolled her eyes.
“So you’re choosing Dahlia over my baby?!”
“I didn’t say that and stop yelling.”
She bit down on her lip and rolled her eyes into the back of her head. While she was calming her nerves, I took the opportunity to make my point. “All I’m saying is that I want you to realize that when you have this baby you will be raising a one year old and an infant. I won’t be here that much. I gotta get this money.”
“I got this,” was her r
eply as she smiled. It was a sarcastic and evil smile. “Don’t worry about me. I always take care of myself.”
Chance
“Bitch.”
I groaned under my breath as I rode the Red Line to Ninety-Fifth Street. From there, I would take the bus to Riverdale to meet up with Capone at the new spot.
The possibility of getting money should have had me in a happier place, but it had been nearly a month since the last time I’d seen or talked to Simone. Though she promised that she would take care of things, she was ghost, just like I thought. She wasn’t answering my text messages, and she was straight sending me to voicemail when I called.
I still had a few dollars, but just in case things didn’t work out with Capone, I needed her to do something. I was in this predicament because of her. I could have been in transitional housing living scott-free for three more years. They would have even helped me find a job.
I liked fucking Gia, but I especially fucked her to keep a warm roof over my head and hot meals. But no woman wants a guy laying up in her house sucking in her heat and watching her cable without contributing. Luckily, Gia was a down chick that knew my struggles, so she wasn’t judging me. She was just having fun and enjoying the dick.
Because of this conniving bitch, Simone, I was homeless and broke while she rode clean and ate good. That shit was really starting to piss me off. Even though for months I’d figured that Simone played me, the fact that I’d murdered someone for this bitch and she didn’t even think enough of me to answer the fucking phone was really starting to fuck with me.
During the rest of the train and bus rides, I blew up Simone’s cell a couple more times. I started to wonder who I killed. I wondered if she was a nice girl; as innocent as I was in Simone’s ploys. But I had to make myself stop thinking about it because it was literally making me sick with headache and a messed up stomach.
I tried to push those thoughts to the back of my mind as I reached the block that the new trap house was on in Riverdale on 147th and Peoria.
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