A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma: A Naptown Love Story

by Natavia

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked her.

  “Oh, it’s a picture of our baby,” she said unfazed.

  “Come again?” I shouted.

  She laughed. “Kauzie was busting it wide open. His semen traveled then met my egg. Bitch, you ain’t stupid,” she spat.

  “How could you?” I asked her.

  “I didn’t plan it, it just happened. But damn it if it didn’t, it happened at a good time. You are not the only one who can make a bitch’s face crack. You played me I will admit, but I started doing my research and your ass was lying. Then a little birdie inboxed me on Facebook as soon as I created an account. Guess who it was? It was Tudos. He told me everything. That was really a good one, Tassana. But while you were out there being a fucking hoe, I was getting my man back. You see this house? This shit is OURS. Tokyo’s name is on this. Bitch, you ain’t moving into shit,” she said.

  “I know about Darrion too. He thought I was you and spilled the beans bitch. I guess swapping lives isn’t new to you. But the joke is now all on you,” Tokyo said walking around in the kitchen.

  “If you even come anywhere near my fucking man I will beat your ass crippled. The games stop now.” Her phone rang and she answered it. She put it on speakerphone. Kauzie’s deep, sexy voice echoed throughout the empty house.

  “Where your ass at, Tokyo? I told you about roaming the streets late carrying my child. What the fuck is wrong with you? I woke up and your ass was gone. I’m about to fuck you up!” he yelled at her.

  “I’m coming nigga, shit,” she spat.

  “Hurry the fuck up then. I’m in bed with my dick sticking straight up in the air,” he said hanging up. My chest burned with anger.

  “You triflin’ bitch,” I said.

  “Oh bitch, suck it up. Now, get the fuck out! Get your fucking bags out of my car and find a ride home. Talking about you sick. Bitch, you thicker than me now,” Tokyo fussed. I went to her car to get my bags out of the trunk. I was mad that I tossed my cell phone.

  “The locks were changed to your home also. Looks like you are going to be staying at a room,” Tokyo said getting into her car.

  She put the window down.

  “When I drop this baby bitch, I’m whipping your fucking ass. I’m giving you a heads up now. Be prepared cause Tokyo is giving you a straight, hood bitch beat down,” she said backing up then pulling off.

  I let out a loud scream. I was angry, hurt, and pissed. If I had a lighter or something I would burn their house down. She and Kauzie got another thing coming if they thought they were going to be a family.

  “Oh bitch, you want to play? Let’s fucking play!” I screamed out.

  Osari

  Three weeks later…

  That bitch Tassana played me. She fucking played me. Tudos’ bitch ass was locked up and my money was gone. One-hundred thousand dollars to be exact. The drugs were worth two hundred thousand. That wasn’t a small lost. Lee told me how it all happened. I went back to the restaurant Lee always stopped at. I paid the manager to show me to his camera room. I knew it was a camera in the parking lot. I watched it all. Tassana followed Tudos and Lee. Lee got out then Tassana snuck behind the car to flatten the tire. She tried disguising herself, but I knew that bitch when I saw her. No wonder she didn’t want to come back. I started feeling Tassana I’m not going to even lie. At first, I just wanted the pussy. Then as time went by, she grew on me. Tudos’ bitch ass turned to a rat when he got locked up. Now, I had an investigation pending on my ass. I had to close the shop down and stop everything. At the present time, I was lying low.

  “When I see that bitch I’m fucking her up. She fucked our money up,” my sister, Tasira said. She was my partner in this. She was the one who showed me everything. Nobody knew she was my sister, we kept it a secret. Nobody knew my silent partner was a woman. We’d been moving weight until that bitch ass nigga, Tudos came into town and started fucking our money up. He was weighing shit wrong giving out more than what he was supposed to. If he weren’t my right-hand man’s cousin, he would’ve been dead. Tasira and I were five years apart. She was the one Tassana kept questioning me about.

  She parked her purple Jag then looked at me.

  “The one bitch that you finally fall for had to be a fucking snake. I’m slitting that bitch’s throat. I’m not tripping about the loss. We can always bounce back. But because of her and that punk Tudos, we are being investigated,” she said.

  “We got to relocate,” I said to her.

  “Go where?” she asked me then I smirked.

  “Back to Maryland. Dez said the streets are drying up and the supply is low. We can go back there and take our niggas with us. We know the hoods. So it ain’t like its new shit,” I said to her then she smiled.

  “Look at my little brother,” she said squeezing my cheek.

  “Chill the fuck out, Tasira. I keep telling you about that shit,” I said.

  “Let’s go and pack up mama then hit the road,” she said.

  “Isn’t Tassana from Maryland too? I would love to run into her,” Tasira said.

  “Yeah, they are. But they will be some dumb muthafuckas if they returned home knowing we know where they are from. The smart thing to do will be to go to another state,” I said.

  Two days later…

  I was back in my hometown. The city still looked the same. I’m not going to lie, I missed it. I called Dez up when I touched down. He gave me the address where he was at.

  When I pulled up in the neighborhood, the kids were running around. The niggas were shooting dice and some girls were standing outside of their car shaking their asses. I laughed to myself. Dez walked outside and I got out of the car.

  “My fucking nigga,” he said giving me a dap and hug. I stood back then looked at him.

  “Nigga, you look older than me,” I said chuckling. He was tatted up. He had a tattoo of a spider behind his left ear. I think he was in a gang. He had all kinds of markings on his body. Dez was eighteen but the street life made him look older. He looked to be around my age.

  “Whose crib is this?” I asked him.

  “The shorty I be chilling with is over her sister’s house getting her hair done. I had to swing by and holla at her. Shorty stay getting mad at me and showing her ass. Yo, that lil bitch is crazy,” he said laughing.

  “Oh, word?” I asked chuckling.

  “Walk in though. Her sister ratchet as fuck though. If Kyree get fly out the mouth ignore her,” he said.

  My sister was getting our mother situated in the new home she would be living in. It was in a gated community. She was going to be living with two other blind people. They had around the clock care. Tasira and I roamed the streets too much to look after her. I walked into the crib behind Dez and there was loud talking and cursing. These broads had some foul ass mouths.

  “This is my cousin, Osari,” he said. The one sitting down getting her hair done gave me the head nod. I chuckled. That had to be the one Dez was fucking with. The one standing up doing hair looked at me then rolled her eyes.

  “This must be the bitch you was talking about,” I said to Dez then he laughed.

  “Hold up nigga. You are in my fucking house. Watch yo’ mouth before I bust you in it nigga,” she said to me.

  “He was joking, Kyree, damn,” the one sitting down said. I smirked then Kyree looked at me with her slanted eyes then rolled them. I wasn’t feeling shorty’s attitude.

  The door opened then shut.

  “Where y’all bitches at?” the voice called out. She walked in the kitchen and it was Tassana’s hoe ass. What a small world. Who would’ve thought I would run into her so soon. I pulled my gun out then everyone jumped.

  “Where the fuck is my money at, bitch?” I asked her with the gun to her head.

  To Be Continued…

  Text Shan to 22828 to stay up to date with new releases, sneak peeks, contest, and more…

  Check your spam if you don’t receive an email thanking you for signing up.