“You cum first,” I said to her.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Daddy, is Breesha okay?” my daughter asked me from the other side of the door.
“Yes baby girl, she’ll be back in like five minutes. Go back downstairs and finish watching TV, she’s coming,” I told my daughter–literally.
“Fuckkk I’m cumminn!” she screamed.
“Me too girl. Shit!” I huffed.
I let her waist go, and she dropped to the floor on her ass. I really fucked her ass silly. I let her catch her breath, and then stood her up and washed her off. She pushed me off her and grabbed her towel, and left the bathroom. I already knew she was mad with a nigga for handling her like that. I stayed in the shower for another five minutes, and went into the bedroom to see Breesha knocked out with one of my t-shirts on, on my side of the bed. I kissed her and turned off the light, and headed downstairs to watch TV with my daughter since Breesha wouldn’t be waking up until sometime tomorrow. When I went downstairs, my daughter was sitting on the couch giving me a funny look.
“Is Breesha okay Daddy?” she asked, jumping in my lap.
“Yeah baby girl, she’s good. What happened?” I laughed.
She looked at me and shook her head, and laid back on my chest until she went to sleep.
As my daughter slept, I thought about that nigga Fred. It’s like the nigga disappeared off the face of the Earth. Sharice ass was still in a coma, so I couldn’t get an answer to where this coward lived at, but it’s cool though. I wanted him to think everything was good, because when he least expects it, I’m going to tag that ass!
Chapter 13: Imani
Me, Nae, and Breesha were going to Hollywood Beach to have dinner at this nice restaurant called GG’s. I had been there before with Shard and the food was amazing. The girls and I were gonna have a much needed ladies night, because with our busy schedules, we haven’t really been able to hang out as much as we used to. Of course, I was running late as usual. Being as though I was now five months pregnant, it was hard for me to wear certain clothes since they were too small now. I was able to get into my short, jean dress with my brown moccasin boots. On my shoulder was my big, brown, oversized Louis Vuitton handbag. My hair was neatly done in some Janet Jackson, Poetic Justice plaits. On my face were some big frame Tom Ford sunglasses.
I got out the car and gave valet my keys, and walked inside the restaurant. As soon as I walked in, I spotted both of my beautiful cousins sitting down at the table outside by the water. I told the waitress where I was going, and walked outside to join them.
“Hey cousins,” I said as soon as I got outside.
“Mani look at you!” Breesha said, getting up and giving me a hug, followed by Nae.
“So what’s been up with ya’ll? Other than the fact that you’ve been getting dicked down real good,” I said, referring to Breesha with all those damn hickies on her neck and chest. She was wearing a white BCBG tank top, and a pair of yellow, skinny jeans that looked painted on her, and some pretty sandals from Steve Madden.
“Well, I’m pregnant,” Breesha said, which caused me to smile.
“Aww congrats cuz, when did you find out?” I asked her.
“Yesterday. I wanted it to be a surprise, but of course Dontae’s nosey ass found the test in the garbage,” she said.
“Where were you last night anyways? I called you about three times,” I said to Breesha.
“What time you called me?” she asked, taking a sip from her glass of water.
“Like at 11,” I said.
“Girl, I was dead to the world last night at 11. After that man finished with me, I was useless,” she laughed.
Me and Nae laughed, along with her crazy ass too. The waiter came and took our order, and for some reason I was craving some seafood, so I ordered the main lobster tail with a baked potato and some broccoli.
“And what’s been up with you?” I asked Nae.
“Not a damn thing. Working and sleeping,” Nae said, drinking her water.
“I gotta tell ya’ll something, but don’t say nothing about it because I promised Dontae I wouldn’t tell you, but this shit has really been bothering me,” Breesha told us.
“Okay, what’s up?” both me and Nae asked at the same time.
“So like two weeks ago, Dontae gets a call from his cousin April that works down at Memorial Hospital, and guess who was rushed to the hospital?” Breesha asked us.
“Who?” we asked at the same time.
“Bria and her mama Sharice,” Breesha let us know.
“What? For what? What happened?” I fired off question after question.
“Well, Sharice’s boyfriend raped Bria and ended up hitting Sharice in a head with a bat. I heard that Sharice has woke up from her coma though,” Breesha let us know.
“Oh my God, poor Bria. That’s so damn sad. How has she been?” Nae asked Breesha.
“I mean at first, she wouldn’t even sleep in her own room at Dontae’s house, because she kept saying that Fred was going to get her. It got to the point where sometimes I had to sleep in the room with her so she wouldn’t be scared. Now, I don’t even do that no more, I just let her sleep with me and Tae. She’s better, though. Only thing is, she’s been having bad dreams lately. I wake up in the middle of the night every night and go in her room, and she will be sweating, talking in her sleep, and crying. This shit is so sad and it’s hurting me, but I don’t want to talk to Tae about it because he gets mad every time I bring it up,” Breesha said as a tear fell from her eye.
I had to wipe my eyes too, because this was really sad. Bria was such a smart, sweet, and loving little girl, and I hate that something like this had to happen to her. I went to sit next to Breesha and rubbed her back as she cried. After five minutes, she calmed down and I went back in my seat. Normally, I was the one crying on Breesha’s shoulder, and now it was the total opposite. My whole life, I think I only seen Breesha cry maybe once. She kept things bottled in; it’s been that way for a long time.
After dinner, we paid for our food and went our separate ways. I called Shard to see where he was, because I didn’t know whether to go to my house or his since Breesha already let me know that she was going to Dontae’s house.
“Mani?” Shard answered the phone.
“Rashard, where are you?” I asked him, getting onto 95.
“I’m with Dontae, go ahead to the house, I’ll be there soon,” he said, and hung the phone up.
I don’t know what he was up to, but he better be able to explain this shit to me the minute he came home. Gon’ hang up the phone on me like I’m some side bitch, and like I was bothering him or something. I’m going to act just like that when he bring his ass in the house, begging for some pussy!
Chapter 14: Dontae
I got word this morning that Sharice had finally woke her ass up from her coma. I didn’t go over to the hospital to see how she was doing or anything, or to surprise her trifling ass with roses or no shit like that. I just wanted to know where that bitch ass nigga Fred rested his head at. I wanted that nigga dead by tonight. I wanted his mama in JC Penney by Friday picking out her dress and his tux, and I wanted that fuckin funeral to be held by fuckin Saturday. I had this shit all planned out. Wasn’t no way in hell I was going to let this nigga live–so that he could talk about how he raped my daughter? As long as my name was fuckin Dontae motha fuckin Harris, that shit wasn’t happening on my watch.
When I walked inside of Sharice’s room, she was lying in her bed looking out of the window. Something about her looked different; made me feel just a tad bit bad for her.
“Sharice!” I said, stepping into the room and making my presence known.
She looked at me and judging from how puffy her eyes were, I could tell that she had been crying. I stood next to the side of her bed, and she didn’t look herself. Her once flawless skin was now pale, and she looked stressed.
“Dontae, if you came in here to tell me how much of a fuck up I am, please spare me
. I don’t want to hear you say how much of a bad mom I am, either. Believe what you want to believe, but I had no clue that Fred would do something so sick like that. Best believe I tried to get me and Bria out of that house, but when he knocked me out with that bat, there was nothing else that I could do,” she said, looking me dead in my eyes.
“Say what you want to say Sharice, but this shit is all your fault. You lied about something so fuckin small, man! You said you was done with that nigga and here I am, giving you a second chance and some shit like this happens!” I yelled.
“Well excuse the fuck out of me for trying to have a life, too! You broadcast that bitch of yours in my face every fuckin chance you get! How is it that you can move the fuck on but I can’t!” she barked back.
“Watch your mouth, don’t call my ol lady no bitch, and that’s not the fuckin point, Sharice! Breesha would never do shit to hurt Bria. She fuckin loves my daughter too much! The way you should have loved her! Another woman shouldn’t have to take your fuckin spot as a mother!” I said to her.
I watched as tears fell from her eyes, and that shit didn’t faze me one single bit. She brought this situation upon herself, and I wasn’t about to show her ass no pity.
“You can keep Bria, Dontae. After I’m discharged, I’m moving to Atlanta to be with my family. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to look at my daughter again after this. You don’t know how I felt when I walked in that room and saw that sick pedophile doing that shit to my daughter. And because of that, I can never see her again. I’m not worthy enough to be her mother or raise her. I’m handing her to you, you can have her,” Sharice said. I nodded my head and looked at her.
“One last thing before I go, what’s that nigga’s address?” I asked her.
“He lives with his mother Dontae, she ain’t got shit to do with this,” Sharice said.
“You’re absolutely right, now what’s the address?” I asked again. Fuck that nigga mama! Her ass could get it too, for all I cared.
She got a piece of paper from off the table and wrote it down. I looked at her one last time and headed for the door.
“Dontae,” I heard Sharice say. I turned around and looked in her direction.
“Tell my baby I love her and I’m sorry,” she said.
I nodded my head and left. I knew for a fact that that would be the last time that I would ever see Sharice again, and I was content with that.
Dontae
11:36 p.m.
I sat in the car with Shard, the two of us sharing a blunt. We were sitting two houses down from the address that Sharice had given me early this morning on where Fred’s bitch ass stayed at with his mama. I knew for a fact that he wasn’t there, because I had been sitting there for the past five hours and nobody had come or went from the house. I was really getting inpatient with this nigga, but there was no way in hell that I could leave without lighting his ass up. I owed my daughter that much.
“Man where this nigga at? Imani ass is fuckin trippin’,” Rashard said as he passed me the blunt. I laughed at his sprung ass. Imani’s little ass had this nigga wrapped around her damn finger.
“Pussy whipped ass nigga!” I laughed.
“Nigga, I know your ass ain’t talking. We both know who wear the damn pants in your relationship,” Shard said, laughing.
“Whatever nigga, Breesha ass may act crazy, but she already know daddy is running this show!” I cockily, stated.
I had to laugh at that, because I know damn well if my lady called me right now and told me she wanted something from the store, I would stop whatever the fuck I was doing and make it my business to go and get it. What I was doing right now was more important than anything, though; that’s why I turned my phone off so I wouldn’t have any distractions. I would deal with Breesha cussing my ass out later when I got home.
“Tae, is that his bitch ass right there?” Rashard said, pointing to a beat up Altima that just pulled into the house that we were watching. I watched as he got out of the car and staggered his drunk ass to the porch, falling two damn times in the process. I shut the car off, and me and Shard ran after his ass.
“I hear you like fuckin with little girls?” I ran up on him, saying.
He looked at me as if he had seen a fuckin ghost. He tried to run, but I hit his ass with a quick two-piece and knocked his ass out cold. Rashard and I picked his stank ass up and carried him to my car, and threw his ass in the trunk.
Thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to an old, abandoned house out in the Pork ‘n’ Beans. I swear, being in this fuckin house brought back many memories. I caught my very first body right here in this damn room. I wasn’t worried about nobody coming over here, because where we were was far in the back, in the middle of fuckin nowhere, and people wasn’t fuckin with this area at this time of night. Besides, even if somebody did see some shit, I knew they wasn’t going to snitch. We took Fred’s ass up out the trunk and carried him inside. As soon as we got inside, I was hit with a musty ass stench. There was only one light working in there, so we had to work with what we had. A nigga might have been out of the streets, but I still had my share of niggas that I could count on in situations like this, which is why I had about four other niggas posted up in the house with me as well. I sat Fred in a chair and tied his arms and ankles up with some rope. I tapped him lightly on his head with my gun.
“Wake up nigga! You gonna get plenty of rest in a few minutes,” I said. Fred looked around, and he looked as if he was going to shit bricks any second now.
“Help! Help! Somebody help me!” he screamed out like a little bitch.
“I bet that sound real fuckin familiar! Was my little girl saying that shit when you took her fuckin innocence, you worthless piece of shit!” I yelled and punched him in his mouth, and I watched as about five teeth came flying out.
“I didn’t do nothing to your little girl man. It’s all a big misunderstanding,” he said, coughing up blood.
“Oh, so the fact that the doctors told me that my daughter insides were bruised and that she will never be able to have kids is a big fuckin misunderstanding, right?” I asked, getting in his face. He didn’t say shit; he just sat his ass there looking stupid.
“I got a surprise for you. I want you to feel what my daughter went through, but only ten times worse! Ya’ll come in!” I yelled.
A few seconds later, five buff dudes walked in, wearing nothing but G-strings–some fuckin faggots that I hired offline, just for an occasion like this one. I watched as Fred’s eyes bulged with fear.
“Don’t go easy on him,” I said, and me and Shard went out front. I listened on as Fred cried out, and to hear him in pain like that put a smile on my face. I haven’t smiled this much in weeks. One hour later, I walked back in the room and it reeked of shit, must–the whole nine. Fred was no longer on the chair; instead, he was laying on the ground with blood coming from his ass.
“Felt good, huh nigga?” I asked, kicking him in his stomach.
This nigga was barely hanging on, so to put him out of his misery, I reached behind me in the back of my pants and emptied my whole clip in his bitch ass. I put on gloves and got a butcher knife from off the table, cut his dick off, and wrapped it in a Ziploc bag. I got a Sharpie and wrote on the bag, “Should have taught your bitch ass son what it means when someone says no means no! Sorry he had to find out the hard way!”
The little niggas that I had posted around got rid of the body and cleaned out the basement. Don’t get me wrong, a nigga ain’t always been doing tattoos forever! Fuck you think I was doing before that shit? Motha fuckas underestimated a nigga like me, so I had to make an example out of ‘em! The streets fuckin raised me! Never been a pussy and I damn sure won’t start today! Drug money is what got me my shop! I don’t do that shit no more, though. Anybody can sell fuckin drugs, but it takes a real fuckin man to know how to save that money and get him a business, and make his money the legal way. About my family–I don’t play that shit! This nigga just awakened a sleeping b
east! Sleep on Dontae if you want to, and I’ll have your ass floating in the river–just like this nigga Fred!
Shard and I left the building and headed back over to Fred’s mom’s house. I stopped in front of her house, rolled down the window, and threw out the nice package that I left for her.
Chapter 15: Breesha
Today was the day of Dontae’s birthday party. We were having it at King of Diamonds, and it was invitation only. Lord knows I didn’t want to go to no ratchet ass strip club, but I’d be damned if I send my nigga alone with all those nasty bitches around him. I turned over and Dontae was still sleep, and I thought, what better way to wake my man up with some nice birthday head? I ducked my head under the covers and slid Dontae’s boxers down. I knew that he would be hard already, because that’s how he woke up every morning messing with me.
I was so fascinated with my man’s dick. Before him, I never gave a nigga head because I could never get into, but after Tae showed me how to do it the right way, I couldn’t get enough of slobbing on it every chance I got.
“Don’t play with that shit while you down there! Do what the fuck I taught you!” I heard Dontae say, which caused me to jump because I thought his sneaky ass was sleep.
I bent down and slid my mouth right down onto his dick. When I heard him let out a deep grunt, I knew I had his ass right where I wanted him. I slurped him and licked him, making sure not to use any teeth because that would for sure piss him off. I sat up on my knees and licked him to an angle as I fingered myself. This shit was turning me on to the max.
I felt Dontae take the covers off us, and I looked dead into his eyes as my head bopped up and down on his dick. It’s like we were in some type of staring contest. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking me forcefully, which caused me to gag. I stopped playing in my pussy to try and pry his hands away.
“Naw, don’t stop playing with that pussy. I want to see you cum with this dick in your mouth,” Tae said, his voice dripping with sex.
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