by Kelly, Marie
Outside of A’Moya, Clare was the only other woman I had in my life, so it was important for my two favorite girls to meet. The only thing I didn’t like was that I had to go to my father’s house for that to happen. Clare had missed curfew and got grounded, otherwise I would have just had her meet us at my crib or a restaurant. But, I wanted them to meet, so I would deal with seeing that motherfucker for the sake of my girls meeting.
Pulling up outside of my dad’s house—a house I never visited—I looked over at A’Moya and smiled at how beautiful she looked in the grey sweater dress she was wearing. Her hair was up in a high ponytail—something she had been doing since that night we went to the club, and I made her wear her hair up. My baby had stepped out with this newfound confidence, and she had never been more irresistible to me.
Leaning over the center console, I kissed her neck, behind her ear and then her cheek.
I swear my lips stayed glued to her skin. I was addicted!
“You look so beautiful,” I said and watched as she read my lips. The corners of her perfect pouty lips turned up into a smile and she showed me her white teeth.
“Thank you.”
I climbed out of the car and made my way over to her side to help her out. She took my hand, and I couldn’t resist stealing a kiss on her lips. We stood there smiling at each other while I shut her door and locked my car.
Even though I didn’t come to this house ever, I still had my keys, which I kept just in case my sister ever needed me.
I used the key and allowed my baby to walk in ahead of me.
The sound of my sister’s voice could be heard coming from the den, so I took A’Moya’s hand and headed toward it but was stopped when my father stepped out of the kitchen. He had a cup held up to his mouth and gave me a questioning look.
Like I said, I never came to this house, so I understood why he was looking at me like that. I didn’t communicate with him on the phone outside of jobs, so I didn’t let him know that I had planned to come by the house. In fact, I was hoping that he wouldn’t have been home.
I guess Clare didn’t tell him I was coming over. Oh well!
He moved the cup from his lips and then his eyes landed on A’Moya.
“Well, who do we have here? Came home to introduce me?” He smiled at her and then looked over at me.
He didn’t know her name, but I knew he was aware of who A’Moya was. The night she saved me at Rondell’s club, his boys let him know I left with her.
I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by A’Moya.
“I know who you are, and I didn’t come here to meet you,” she said and took my hand.
Tell me why my dick rocked up?
That was A’Moya—she didn’t fuck with people who I didn’t fuck with. And nah, it wasn’t on no high school shit either. The love she had for me made her loyal to me, so fucking with a nigga who she knew had hurt me in more ways than he knew wasn’t something she was going to do. No matter who the fuck they were.
My dad’s face dropped, his eyebrows knit in the middle of his head, and his eyes turned to slits.
That made me get into a defensive stance—silently begging him to even fix his lips to say something back to her.
He looked at the way I was standing—both fists clenched by my side, ready to fuck his ass up if he even breathed wrong.
Feeling A’Moya place a hand on my shoulder calmed me down, and I dropped my fists.
The nigga just wasn’t fucking worth it!
Snorting at his bitch ass, I took Moya’s hand and walked away. He just stood there looking at us.
Before we stepped into the den, I smiled at A’Moya and hit her with a wink. She was definitely getting some good dick tonight!
I stepped into the den to see my sister talking to that little fast ass chick she brought to my uncle’s house a few weeks ago.
The fuck is she here for?
I was a little annoyed to see this fast girl since I told Clare that I was bringing A’Moya over to meet her. I wanted them to have the chance to get to know each other.
“Pharaoh!” Clare yelled and jumped up from her seat to rush over to me.
I gave my little sister a hug and turned to look at her friend, wondering why the fuck she got up off her chair too. I didn’t fucking know her!
I didn’t even address her ass.
“What’s up, baby girl? I would like you to meet someone,” I said with a smile, and then I gently pulled A’Moya closer to me.
“Clare, this is my girlfriend, A’Moya,” I introduced the pair.
My sister looked at A’Moya and smiled.
“Hi, nice to meet you… Oh you’re deaf?”
I frowned at her question because I had told her a thousand fucking times that A’Moya was deaf.
“IT’S NICE TO MEET YOU! I’M CLARE!” she yelled with her ignorant ass, and her little friend giggled.
“The fuck you shouting for? She can read your lips just like I fucking told you, Clare.”
I was mad as fuck because she was acting out, and looking over at her friend who was trying hard not to laugh, I knew she was the reason why.
“Clare.” I gave her a warning look to know not to fuck with me. I would fuck around and embarrass her in front of her friend.
“Sorry.” She apologized.
I looked down at Moya, and she didn’t look bothered by what happened. Since Clare apologized and my baby didn’t look mad, I decided to let it go and take a seat.
A’Moya and I took a seat, and Clare sat opposite us with her friend.
“That’s a nice dress, A’Moya. Pharaoh, tell her I like her dress,” Clare called out and A’Moya chuckled.
“Thank you.”
Clare gave me a funny look and I laughed.
“She’s a beast at reading lips.” I shrugged because my girl was good at that.
If someone was facing her, she could make out what they said. And sometimes she just figured it out too if she did miss a word or two.
My girl was amazing!
Unable to help myself, I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked over at me, and I smiled.
“Yeah, it’s cute,” Clare’s little friend called out, and I looked over at her.
When I did, she smirked at me, licked her lips, and crossed her legs slowly.
I turned my lip up and looked away. But my head snapped back in their direction when I heard Guns’ name.
“What you say?” I asked my sister, and she quickly shook her head.
“Nothing.”
I gave my sister a funny look. First, she was caught staring at him, and I knew she was talking about him to her friend.
My heart told me that Guns wouldn’t fuck my sister—one, she was his cousin whether that was blood or not, and two, she was only fucking seventeen.
Even though I knew he wouldn’t do no shit like that, I made a mental note to ask him about my sister.
“Clare, we should watch a movie or something,” the girl called out and then stood to her feet. She went over to the TV and bent down to put it on.
“Aye!” I yelled, and she jumped before turning to look at me. I turned my angry eyes to my sister. “Go take your friend upstairs, and when she comes back down here, she better have some fucking clothes on!”
This little ass girl was sitting there with no fucking panties on, crossing and uncrossing her legs in front of me, and then she had the fucking balls to go bend over in front of me and my girl. I didn’t play that disrespectful shit and damn sure not with no little ass girls!
The girl’s face dropped, and she looked over at Clare. My sister knew I wasn’t a motherfucker to play with because she quickly got up from her seat and pulled her friend out of the room.
“She has a crush on you, Pharaoh. It’s cute.” Moya teased me and fell out laughing.
“Nah, that shit isn’t funny,” I said once she finished laughing.
The chick was sitting there in a fucking skirt that sat under her ass, and a bell
y top that sat right under her underdeveloped chest. Nothing was cute or fucking attractive about that!
Moya stroked my face and then kissed my cheek.
“The only pussy I wanna see is yours,” I said truthfully, and A’Moya’s face dropped, making it my turn to laugh.
“You’re so nasty.”
“Wait until later, I will show you nasty.”
I can honestly say that I was a nasty ass nigga since getting with A’Moya. There wasn’t a place on her that my tongue or lips hadn’t touched. I had licked from her face to her toes, including her ears! I didn’t give a fuck. She was mine, and mine to touch.
I winked at her just as my sister and her friend walked back into the room. The chick was obviously mad that I made her change because she slumped down on the sofa with a pout and folded her arms across her chest.
When I looked at what she was wearing, I frowned because she had on a hoodie with sweatpants. And she wasn’t the same size as my sister—being a lot skinnier than my plus sized sister—so I knew that shit belonged to her. That let me know she had changed out of what she came over in purposely, knowing I was coming over.
“I won’t tell you this shit again. I’m too fucking old for you, plus I have my girl here. The next time I will really hurt your feelings, little girl. Stay in your lane.”
Her arms slowly unfolded as she looked at me wide mouthed and shocked that I said that. But I wasn’t fucking playing.
She may have been young, but she knew what she was doing.
Clare slowly looked over at her friend and then looked over at me.
“Put the TV on,” I told my sister, and then I turned my attention to A’Moya.
“You good?” I asked, and she nodded.
I felt no way about putting anyone in their place over my girl. There wasn’t a bitch alive who was ever gonna make her feel some type of way or that they had the power to make me wander. A’Moya had shit on lock; she would never understand.
I was stuck like fucking glue!
A few minutes later, and conversation started to flow between us. But Clare’s friend made sure not to look my direction again.
“I need to use the restroom. I will be back,” I told Moya, who just nodded at me.
I quickly left the den and went to use the bathroom.
After handling my business, I stepped out and groaned when I saw my dad standing by the door waiting for me.
“So, you told your little friend about me?” he asked. “Does she know that I didn’t pull the trigger?”
I laughed at his dumb ass.
“She knows who the fuck I am and what you made me do.”
He smirked. “Did I, or was it something you wanted to do?”
I stepped into his face and clenched my fists.
“The only reason you’re breathing is that deep down inside, I know my mother wouldn’t want me to take your life. She wouldn’t want me to carry that burden around with me too, even though it wouldn’t be a burden but a fucking pleasure.”
I didn’t even wait around for a response; I just walked away and left him looking like the fool he was.
God knows I wanted to kill that motherfucker, but just like I told him, I knew my mama wouldn’t want me to do that. Plus, I was finally in a good head space and had a good thing going on with A’Moya. My father wasn’t worth losing that now.
I walked into the den, and the sight before me had me ready to fuck some shit up!
I shouldn’t have fucking come here!
“Clare! The fuck is you doing?” I barked so loudly that everyone in the room jumped, including A’Moya.
My sister looked over at me scared as hell, but I didn’t give a fuck about the tears that were dancing around in her eyes. She had shown the ultimate form of disrespect.
She was sitting there with her friend talking with their hands over their mouths. And I knew they were doing that, so that A’Moya couldn’t read their lips.
“I-I—” Clare stuttered with wide eyes.
“Baby, let’s go.” I walked over to A’Moya, took her hand, and pulled her to the feet.
Fuck this house and my sister who clearly was fucked up like my dad.
Storming out of the den with A’Moya almost running to keep up with my long legs, I snatched the front door open and walked out.
“Pharaoh, wait! I didn’t want you to leave!” Clare called out behind me.
I opened my car door, helped A’Moya get inside, closed the door behind her, and turned to face Clare.
“Let me tell you something. A’Moya is my better half, and to disrespect her is to disrespect me! I expected better from you, but I see you’re just like that nigga in the house, and for that, I can’t fuck with you! You sitting there with that little ass slide you running around with.”
“Excuse me? I’m not a slide!” the girl called out.
“Yo, ma, save that lie for niggas who still believe you’re a fucking virgin.”
Her mouth dropped.
“You sitting there with no fucking panties on, flashing me a pussy I wouldn’t look at even if someone had a gun to my head. I don’t fuck with hoes, and you’re young as fuck to be freeing up your pussy like that, ma. And the fact that you were offering your pussy to me lets me know that you’ve been sucking dick while you were still in a training bra!”
The girl’s eyes watered, and then she dropped her head, letting me know I was right.
“Don’t call my fucking phone when you want shit from me, Clare.” I addressed my sister for the last time and then got into my car and sped off with her standing there watching.
I had a deep enough relationship with my sister for her to know I didn’t fuck with disrespect. She was acting out for her friend and then invited the hoe over, knowing she liked me and was gonna try disrespect my girlfriend.
A few minutes into the drive, A’Moya reached over and touched my hand. Her face was soft and sympathetic.
“I will never tolerate anyone disrespecting you. I don’t care who they are,” I let her know, and she nodded.
“I understand, but I’m not upset. I know you have my back, but she was just acting out because she was jealous, Pharaoh.”
“I don’t know that damn girl.”
“I meant Clare.”
I frowned because I didn’t know what my sister could be jealous about.
“She’s been the only female in your life, Pharaoh, and now she has to share you with me. I understand that, so don’t be so hard on her.”
I didn’t think of it that way, and it did make sense. But I still wasn’t going to allow any disrespect from my sister. Fuck that. A’Moya was special to me, and that wasn’t changing.
“I might forgive her if she apologizes to you. And only if you accept it.”
A’Moya laughed out loud, and I found myself smiling at the sound.
“I love you,” slipped from my mouth, and her eyes widened.
“I love you too.”
We smiled at each other, looking like a couple of goofy ass niggas, but it was all good. I was in love!
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
The Next Night
“Wrath, say something, bro. I know I fucked up,” I said to my brother who had yet to look up at me since I walked into the warehouse ten minutes ago.
Since the night I found out that Dior’s pops was drawing up charges on us, I had been in hiding. Too ashamed to show my face for fucking up the way I had.
I had fallen for Dior and allowed that to cloud my judgement. I knew better and should have done better. My brother was counting on me, and I let him down. Now, we had no idea how long before the FEDs came knocking.
Every day it was a tense day not knowing if it was the day Dior’s pops would show his face. The four of us had been in talks with our lawyers since we found out, but I was nervous as fuck because we had no idea what exactly he knew.
It was hard preparing for something we didn’t know.
But none of us believed that everything in the folder was al
l he knew.
“What you want me to say, Surge?” he finally spoke to me, and I sighed.
“I don’t know, Alvaro. I just wanted you to say something to me.”
He looked up at me, and I could see the disappointment on his face as well as the stress.
If we were found guilty, we were all looking at some serious time. So, I understood the stressed look in his eyes. And it didn’t help knowing I had caused it.
Dior had been blowing me the fuck up since I walked out of her apartment, and I had no plans to answer her.
“It wasn’t easy killing someone I care about, bro. I trusted her, and I know that I shouldn’t have, but I did. Could you kill Kanada, Wrath?”
His top lip curled. “That’s fucking different! I can trust Kanada! And she damn sure isn’t my fucking enemy’s daughter!”
“What was I supposed to do, Wrath? I fucking love her!”
He jumped up to his feet.
“And I told your stupid ass not to fuck with her when you found out she was the same fucking chick who SHOWED YOUR PICS TO THE COPS!”
I stood there with a tight face, not knowing what to say.
“I told your simple ass. Whether you knew who her pops was or not, she was still the same chick who reported your black ass.”
I would admit that Wrath told me not to go there with her once I told him who she was, but I was the one who told him she wasn’t like that.
I should have fucking listened!
There were no feelings and shit at the point when I knew who she was. I should have cut my ties then, and it would have been easy for me to kill her.
“What was I supposed to do, bro?” I dropped my head.
I first went to her apartment to kill her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
The sound of the warehouse door opening made us both look around. Legion walked in with Detective Baker, and when I turned to look back at Wrath, he was staring right at me.
Fuck!
I just knew seeing him meant some bad fucking news because from talking to Wrath, Detective Baker had taken a step back from working with us for a while to protect himself. So, seeing him there meant something was going on.