You Needed Me: A Love Story
By
Shvonne Latrice
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Chapter One: Kimberlyn Harrey
“What did he say?” I chuckled as I stared at my cousin Matikah’s phone over her shoulder. We were on this dating website fucking around with niggas’ heads for fun.
“He asked if I was into strap-ons!” she squealed as we burst into laughter.
“Ewe, for him or for you?”
“Let me ask.”
It was summertime in May, and we were in the park just relaxing since college classes were out of session. It was around 6:30pm so the sun was going down just a bit, but was still out. I loved summertime in Boston, simply because the sun stayed out much longer than usual.
“He said for him,” Matikah finally answered and we laughed in unison. “So are you coming tomorrow night?”
“I didn’t want to at first, but since I’m twenty-one and can drink, I wanna party.”
I’d just finished my junior year in college studying art design, and I’d turned twenty-one this past March, so I was ready to have some fun. I had yet to go out drinking, and this party tomorrow night was the perfect way to start.
The event was being thrown by this guy named Gang, or better known as the ‘King of Boston’. He sold drugs, and he was pretty much the man around here; he and his cousin Peel. Gang had a bit of a crush on me, and since he was fine as fuck, I couldn’t wait to go to his party and chill with him. He and I were definitely on to something.
“I bet you can’t wait to see Gang,” Matikah nudged me and I shrugged.
“Not really, I just wanna have fun,” I lied.
“Well let’s go home because you know Grandma is cooking, and she wants niggas to eat as soon as she’s done.”
“Okay.”
Matikah’s mother Janine, and my mother Stephanie, are sisters, and although they hated one another, they had one trait in common: being trifling. You see, my father was Matikah’s mom’s current boyfriend when my mom got pregnant by him, so naturally they became enemies. They hated each other up until the day my mother died. My parents were shot while sitting in the car talking one night, and that was all I knew about their deaths. Many people believe Matikah’s mom was behind it, but no one really knows. I was just happy that our moms’ relationship had nothing to do with ours. Matikah and I were best friends and nothing would turn us into enemies.
We made it home from the park about fifteen minutes later, which was tiring on foot. Matikah and I lived with our grandmother in Roxbury, not the best neighborhood I guess, but I still fucked with it. Although Matikah’s mom was alive, she lost custody of Matikah when she was four years old, and never tried to get her back either. She pops in every now and then when one of her new boyfriends aren’t taking her across the world. And when she does, she only spends about ten minutes with Matikah before going out with her childhood homies. As for Matikah’s father, I think he was just a one-night stand. He probably doesn’t even know he has a daughter. However, despite the slightly bad hand we’d been dealt, I was very thankful for my life and the people in it, especially Matikah and my grandmother.
“Y’all got here just in time,” my grandmother hollered as soon as Matikah and I walked through the door.
“We did that on purpose,” I smiled as I walked into the kitchen. “Ooh, my favorite, fried chicken.”
“Don’t fuel the stereotypes, Kimberlyn,” Matikah taunted and I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Ain’t nothing wrong with being black and liking fried chicken, Matikah,” my grandmother said as she set our plates down.
Steam streamed from the chicken, mashed potatoes, and spinach she’d made, making my mouth water at the smell. My grandmother was one of the best cooks in Boston. After she placed our drinks down, she made herself a plate and sat at the table with us. Eating dinner together was something we all enjoyed.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” my grandmother asked after we said grace.
“We’re going to a party,” Matikah answered.
My grandmother wasn’t the type to have a strict hold on us. She said girls who had strict parents always turned out to be little hoes. That’s not to say that she didn’t discipline us because she did, but she didn’t trip off of us talking on the phone with boys, or going to parties and shit; especially now that we were twenty-one.
“A party? Whose party is it?”
“It’s Gang’s,” I answered.
“Kimberlyn, don’t get caught up with that boy, he’s bad news. Now I know he’s sexy and all that stuff, and he has a lot of money, but he’s no good for you.”
“You don’t like him because he’s a criminal?” I quizzed.
“No, I don’t like him because he’s a dumb ass criminal. How many times has he been arrested and shit? It’s ridiculous. Now I would much rather you be with a man who earns his keep legally, but if you have to be with a bad boy, get an intelligent one. A dumb one will just bring you down too.”
“I hear you.”
“Matikah,” my grandmother smiled and looked in her direction.
Matikah gulped her drink down and said, “I know that already, Ma. Kimberlyn is the one who wants to be Mrs. Gang. I’m trying to marry a veterinarian.”
The three of us laughed and I asked, “Why a veterinarian?” I frowned and sipped my juice.
“Because I love animals, and what’s better than a man who helps to keep them healthy and alive. And even better, he will be rich.”
“Thanks for that,” my grandma said, making us giggle.
After we finished our food, our mutual friend, Goldie, came over. My grandmother didn’t care too much for Goldie because she said she was fast and sneaky. Goldie proved my grandma’s strict theory to be somewhat true, because her parents were as stern as they came, yet she had always found a way to have sex with her now ex-boyfriend, Ethan. I remember she couldn’t wait to start college and live in the dorms, and as soon as she moved in, she let loose with him. She wasn’t a hoe, but she was much more experienced than Matikah and I.
Goldie was beautiful with smooth light skin, and brown hair with golden highlights. She had light honey colored eyes, a small frame, and full lips. Her nose was kind of big, but it went along with her face so it wasn’t bad at all.
“Let’s go to my room,” I said and stood up. Matikah, Goldie, and I went into my bedroom, and I closed the door behind me. “Now what did you have to tell us?” I plopped down onto my bed along with Matikah, as Goldie sat on the La-Z-Boy in my room.
“So I found out some important people are gonna be there at the party,” Goldie grinned as she pulled out some weed and began to roll up for us.
“Who?” Matikah frowned.
“The brothers from QCF,” she nodded.
QCF or the Quinton Crime Family was just that, a family full of criminals. Although Gang was the King, the boys from the Quinton Crime Family reigned supreme. I’d never seen them before, but I’d heard about the many men they’ve killed, and the many women they’d smashed. Bitches who’d slept with them acted as if they’d had the best dick ever bestowed upon them. I guess t
omorrow night would be the first night I saw them in person. They were like folktales almost though, because no one had solid proof of the shit they did, but you knew they weren’t to be fucked with. I honestly couldn’t tell you what they were into, nor could anyone else.
As far as their looks, I’d only had descriptions given to me by thirsty bitches. According to them, three of them were caramel, and one was brown skinned. Their father, the head of QCF, was Russian with deep blue eyes that he’d passed down to his sons. Their mother was a beautiful and youthful black woman, and I believe they had a sister who people claimed always stepped out looking like she was from a page in a magazine. I’ve heard she was so pretty that it was scary to look at her.
“You’re lying, Goldie,” Matikah covered her mouth.
“Nah I ain’t bitch, and you know what I’m gonna be on when I get there. My initial plan was to get at Gang’s friend, Tyrice, but now I wanna try to get with Britain, or if not him, then TQ.”
TQ was the name of one of the Quinton boys, and I was tired of hearing about him and his brothers Rhys, Britain, and Lendsey. I wasn’t sure how Goldie planned to get with Britain or TQ, because I’d heard he and his brothers were picky since they had the right to be. Shit, if they weren’t picky they’d be fucking all day with all the hoes that wanted a taste. That’s not to say that Goldie wasn’t beautiful because she definitely was.
Frankly, I don’t even know how girls got close to them, because it wasn’t like you saw them on the streets. I mean some people have said they saw them at burger joints and such, but who knows. One of my classmates, Anya, said she saw Lendsey once, but was too scared to speak.
“And how exactly do you plan to get with Britain?” I asked as Goldie lit the blunt.
“You just worry about Gang and watch me work. Next time you see me, I may be rocking a Rolex.”
“Bitch, please, you think your pussy is that good?” Matikah raised a brow.
“I know it is. Y’all bitches wouldn’t know anything about that. Let me know if you need some tips for Gang, Kimberlyn.”
Yeah, Matikah and I were some old ass virgins. We didn’t like telling people because muthafuckas acted like we were some science objects. I remember one guy didn’t want to date me anymore because he said if he took my virginity I would get too attached to him. I found that funny because I was barely attracted to his ass. Then another guy proposed to me, hoping that would make me bust it open. So see, either boys were turned off by us being unseasoned, or too turned on by it.
It’s not like Matikah and I were squares or some shit, it’s just these niggas out here weren’t about shit, and none of them made me want to let them fuck; same for Matikah. Shit, the Quinton boys weren’t the only people that were fastidious.
I think a part of me was so caught up in the movies and how my first time was supposed to be. I knew none of the guys I dealt with would give me that experience so it never happened. Only one guy came close, Ezra, but by the grace of God, I found out he’d gotten some bitch pregnant and was obviously cheating on me.
“I don’t need any tips, I’m sure I will be perfectly fine,” I said, and Matikah nodded in agreement.
Losing my virginity to Gang was definitely something I’d thought about on more then one occasion. We would have to see though.
Chapter One: Tarenz “TQ” Quinton
“Arnoldo Fuentes.” My father handed me a folder with some pictures and details. “He’s gonna be at Glitter tonight, and I want you to make sure you catch his ass.”
“Pop, Rhys don’t need me for this shit, he can do it alone,” I frowned while looking over at my older brother. I usually liked to go along with my him, but this Arnoldo cat wasn’t shit, so he didn’t need my help.
“I know, but since this is a public establishment, I need you to look out for him,” my father responded.
“Plus, who gon’ fuck some of them bitches with me,” Rhys leaned over and said to me in a low tone, making me laugh. This nigga knew he wasn’t about to fuck no bitches with his always gotta be faithful ass.
“Business before bitches,” my dad chuckled and sat behind his large wooden desk.
My father, Tracy Quinton, better known as Stony, is the head of the notorious Quinton Crime Family. There ain’t shit we don’t have our hands in, and although me make good money, we live very dangerously. I love the shit, but sometimes I did wish I were just a regular nigga. The job was a bit stressful and vicious at times, and believe it or not, there is a such thing as too many women.
Anyway, my mother is black and my dad is a full-blooded Russian cat. We inherited deep blue eyes from him, but smooth deep pigmented skin and kinky hair from my mother. I was a good-looking ass nigga, so they were the perfect mix. The bitches agreed with me.
My dad was born Anatoly Verenich, hella Russian. He changed his name upon entering America, and met my mother, Josephine, soon after when he was just a common criminal. I still don’t even think my dad is legally in the United States to this day, but we’ve been here in Boston for all of my twenty-six years, and he’s never had a problem making moves like a citizen. Plus, his marriage to my mother validated him anyway.
My parents had five children: my oldest sister, Saya, then my older brother Rhys, me, Lendsey, and then my youngest brother, Britain. We all work for my father, committing all kinds of crimes all day, and making plenty of fuckin’ money from it. I wasn’t rich, I was wealthy as fuck, and those are two totally different things. Ask somebody.
My dad has a business relationship with a guy named Alejandro in South America. He gets drugs for very cheap and in large quantities brought into Russia, which I then fly into the states. We serve distributors in Pennsylvania, New York, and our home state of Massachusetts. My dad made sure I got my pilot’s license at fifteen, by helping me lie about my age, and ever since then I’ve been transporting drugs for him. I make at least one million dollars or more per trip, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
My older brother, Rhys, is a highly paid hit man. He can kill anyone at anytime and no one will ever find out who’d done it. He’s killed so many people that he doesn’t even blink at the sound of gunfire. My dad groomed him from childhood, had him shooting guns in our backyard at eight years old. He actually had all of us doing that shit, but he focused a lot on my brother.
My younger brother, Lendsey, worked for my dad’s unemployment company. He processed fake passports, immigration papers, green cards, and anything else you needed to look like a legal U.S. citizen. He mainly helped Russian and Ukrainian ones, but there were a couple other types too. He also provided new names and identities for Americans who needed to change shit up.
As for Britain, he was the personal loan officer for QCF. He kept track of anyone who owed my dad money, how much it was, and how long they had to pay the shit back. If they took too long, or tried to get over on my pops, we took care of it; mainly Rhys took care of it. If it were more convenient though, Britain would just pop the nigga himself.
My mom, Josephine, wasn’t your typical wife of a criminal. She didn’t sit at home enjoying the fruits of my father’s labor. I mean she could, but they fell in love because of their fondness of crime. She and my older sister, Saya, ran a high-end prostitution ring. They provided bitches for niggas who made no less than one hundred thousand dollars a year. Every chick made at least $1,000 an hour, and my mom and sister took 40% of the money they made. There were about fifty girls in the ring, so you can just imagine how much money my mom and sister were making.
So like I said, our whole family was full of muthafuckas who made a living off of doing illegal shit. However, my brothers and I did have a couple carwashes all over Boston, and we made really good money from that due to it being an upscale car wash. I enjoyed running a business, even though it started out as just a way to clean our money. Having something legal made me feel good, and it gave me a sense of relief sometimes when this illegal shit became overwhelming.
“Alright let’s be out,” I said and
stood to my feet with the manila folder in my hand.
Tonight, my brother Rhys and I were gonna murk this nigga named Arnoldo Fuentes. He was a registered nurse who my dad hired to assist our doctor when nursing our team back to health. Everything was all good until the nigga agreed to help the FEDs take my dad’s empire down for a couple hundred grand. Little did he know, we had people working for us every damn where, and they snitched on his ass. My dad was too smart of a man which is why he’d been doing all this shit for over twenty years and hadn’t been caught. Anyway, Arnoldo was found out and we’d been looking for his ass for a good week. Now that he felt the need to step out and party, we were gonna take his bitch ass out.
Rhys and I climbed into the black Escalade parked out in the lot of my dad’s warehouse, and headed to Glitter. Glitter was a strip club located on Centre Street in a neighborhood called Jamaica Plain. I grew up over there so I knew it like the back of my hand. Glitter was a place where I’d had plenty of good memories smashing plenty of sexy ass strippers, and sometimes the women who just came to watch.
“Aye, so I’m just gon’ slip in and pop that nigga. Right when I do, we gon’ slip the fuck out,” Rhys said as he lit up a blunt. As it hung from his lips, he loaded his gun.
“Got you. I know you wanna scope on some hoes for a bit, but let’s not take too long because if that nigga sees us and gets wind of us being there, he’s gonna flee and go back into hiding.”
“Nigga, I was joking, I ain’t looking for nothing, you know me. But I do wish the bitches weren’t so thirsty sometimes though, a nigga can’t never be low-key with shit.”
Rhys wasn’t lying. As soon as we walked in anywhere, women just flocked to us like squirrels to nuts. It made it hard when we just wanted to relax somewhere and enjoy ourselves. However, I did enjoy it when the women were beautiful and desperate, because I wasn’t the type of nigga to do too much for pussy. Either you were gonna give it to me, which I’m sure you were, or you were gonna keep it pushing. I wasn’t about to be moonwalking and matrixing for no fuckin’ pussy. All pussy was the same it just depended on what type of bitch it was attached to. And since a nigga like me wasn’t in the business of giving any woman my last name anytime soon, I didn’t give a fuck. As long as she wasn’t a prostitute and hadn’t been tossed around by too many niggas, she was good in my book.
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