“Fix your goddamn attitude, Brooklyn. I am your damn mother. I called you all in here to make an announcement. I would like you to meet Fred. Fred, there are my spoiled-ass kids!” Janice laughed. “Kids, this is your new father. We just got married today.”
Brooklyn rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Married? She could not be serious, she thought. There was no way in hell she was going to call his pervert-looking ass “Daddy.”
Fred looked Brooklyn up and down when he noticed her attitude. It was a typical reaction, as far as he was concerned, but he didn’t care whether they liked him or not.
“Can I go now?” Brooklyn asked with attitude. She had heard and seen enough.
“No, that’s not it. I also wanted to tell you that I’ll be spending a lot more time over his house, so you’re going to have to step up and take care of the boys on the nights I am away.
“I do that anyway,” she responded, rolling her eyes. She wasn’t upset, she actually enjoyed the days her mother wasn’t around. She had more peace when she didn’t have to hear her hollering and screaming, or help her out of her pissy clothes when she’d come in drunk as all hell.
“Keep it up, Brooklyn, and you’re going to get the shit smacked out of you! Matter fact, go ahead and get the hell out of here. I’m sick of looking at you.”
Brooklyn mumbled under her breath as she left the living room and walked back toward the kitchen. She wasn’t afraid of her mother but didn’t want to fight in front of the boys. Always prepared for a fight, she would have slapped her ass right back. She knew it was wrong to fight one’s parents but felt like her mother didn’t have the right to discipline them when she didn’t even raise them. The only time she wanted to act like a parent was in front of other people, so they wouldn’t look at her like the deadbeat she was. Brooklyn didn’t want to leave her brothers, but she knew it was just a matter of time before she left them behind.
She stood in the kitchen annoyed as she prepared dinner. She could hearing Janice and Fred laughing and joking in the living room as if they’d been together for years. Just before dinner was done, the couple left the house without a word. Brooklyn was relieved.
After they ate dinner, she helped Kevin and Jason get washed for bed then ran across the street to Ms. Rose’s house to call Sincere. She needed to hear his voice before going to bed, especially after the news she’d just heard.
Sincere was lying across his sofa while Allison was on her knees, giving him the best head he’d ever had. Lately, she’d been fulfilling his needs when it was too hard to resist Brooklyn. He had waited patiently as long as he could, but his patience was slowly running out. He looked down at Allison as she looked up at him, and their eyes locked. He’d trained her well. At sixteen she was doing more than most of the adult women he’d been with. He only dealt with her because she was naïve. He knew she wouldn’t risk losing him by running to Brooklyn, so he used her as often as he could. But, in reality, he could’ve cared less about her. Girls like Allison were disposable, but girls like Brooklyn came once in a lifetime. Every time Allison looked at him, he pictured Brooklyn, anticipating the day when she’d be here instead.
Sincere closed his eyes as Alison’s wet mouth covered his pulsing head, one hand stroking his shaft, the other massaging his balls. He could only let out a sigh as he fought back an early eruption.
He grabbed hold of her long, black ponytail and pushed himself deeper inside of her mouth, almost tickling the back of her throat. She would gag each time he thrust deeper, but she refused to ruin it. She didn’t want him to think she couldn’t handle it.
Sincere pulled her up and instructed her to turn around. Resting her elbows on the arm of the sofa, and sticking her ass up in his direction, he got behind her and slowly guided his dick deep inside her tight teenage pussy.
Allison instantly let out a sigh as he filled every inch of her. She bit her bottom lip, trying to ignore the pain. Her young body wasn’t used to the force of a man, but she tried her best to fake it.
Sincere continued to pound her from behind until he neared an eruption and quickly withdrew himself from inside her and released his juices on the small of her back. As he sat down on the sofa and wiped the sweat from his forehead, Allison got up and headed to the bathroom to clean herself up.
Just as she left the room, the telephone rang. He reached over to the end table to answer it.
“Hello,” he said and cleared his throat.
“Hey, Sin. It’s Brooklyn.”
Sincere was surprised that she was calling so late. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Just wanted to hear your voice, that’s all.”
“You sure?”
“Well, not really. My mom just pissed me off. She just got married to some nigga she don’t even know then came in here parading him around. I’m just so annoyed.”
“You want to come over?”
Allison caught a whiff of the conversation as she entered the room and was instantly annoyed. Feeling disrespected after having given him her body just a few moments earlier, she walked over and attempted to kiss Sincere, who pushed her away. She sucked her teeth loud enough for Brooklyn to hear through the phone. Sincere gave her a look of death, and she backed away, sat down on the chair and began to put on her shoes.
“No, I don’t want to be a bother,” Brooklyn said. “Besides, I don’t want to leave the boys tonight. I’ll just see you tomorrow.” She really didn’t want to leave them or end up fighting the female she’d just heard in the background. Keeping her cool, she finished her good-bye, saying, “Just come get me after school, OK.”
“OK, I’ll be there.”
As soon as Sincere hung the phone up, he jumped up and grabbed Allison around her neck. “Listen, bitch, just because I have sex with you from time to time doesn’t mean you’re my girl. You fuck things up with Brooklyn, and you’ll regret it.”
Sincere’s eyes were bulging, and spit flew from his mouth as he screamed in anger. He had always been able to control his women, but Allison for some reason appeared to be slipping.
She was pulling at his hands as she fought to breathe, tears coming out of her eyes and her light skin turning beet-red.
“Do you understand me?” he yelled.
After he let her go, she began to cough uncontrollably and rub her neck, which was throbbing with pain. She wanted to run out of the house and scream for help, but that would only make things worse. She sat up on the edge of the sofa and continued to cry.
Sincere looked over at her and began to feel sorry for what he’d just done. He didn’t intend to hurt her, but he wasn’t about to let anyone ruin what he had with Brooklyn. He walked over to where she was seated and attempted to console her, placing his hand on her shoulder, but she jumped as soon as she felt his touch.
“Look, baby, I’m not going to hurt you, OK.”
She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. The man she once admired had showed her a side of him she hated. She was fighting with herself because she didn’t know whether to love him or throw something at him. As she stared at him, she thought about all the things he’d bought her, name-brand shoes, bamboo earrings, and two-finger rings. She constantly had money in her pockets, and when he could, he would take her out to dinner and movies. There wasn’t a boy in school who could afford to do that for her. She knew he didn’t love her and that she’d never mean as much to him as his precious Brooklyn, but number two was better than nothing at all. If she didn’t do as he asked, she’d lose it all, and at this point, that wasn’t an option for her.
See, Allison was a beautiful girl, but growing up, she’d never felt like she would ever be noticed. Her father had been absent most of her life, and her front door was revolving with men constantly coming in and out, keeping her mother’s bed warm most evenings. If there was one thing she learned from her mother, it was this—To pay the bills, sometimes you had to lay on your back, spread-eagled.
Allison didn’t have the skills that most girls did at her age,
and she also wasn’t good at dressing herself up to get noticed. It wasn’t until her friend Jane showed her how to style her hair and wear makeup that she caught Sincere’s eye. Now she sat here wondering, was it all worth it?
Just then her mother’s voice played in the back of her mind. “Do what you gotta do to keep money in your pockets.” At that moment she stood up, wiping the tears from her eyes, and kissed him.
He wrapped his arms around her and looked at her for a moment. “That’s my girl,” he whispered before kissing her again.
After dropping Allison off at home and giving her a hundred-dollar bill, Sincere headed over to the bar to check in with his elder brother Sidney, whom he idolized. Born to the same mother but different father, they looked just alike, and Sidney molded Sincere as they grew. You never saw one without the other, and if you fought one, you had to be ready to fight the other as well. The glamorous life was what they always dreamed of, and now they were living it.
Sid and Sin were the top drug duo this side of Philadelphia, and no one had the heart to test them or try to step into their territory. At the young age, Sincere had just as much if not more respect than his twenty-four-year-old brother, which told you that by the time he reached Sid’s age he’d be unstoppable.
Sincere entered The Big Moose smiling and shaking hands with the patrons. He’d give the ladies hugs, smacking a few of them on the ass, and they’d turn and giggle. You wouldn’t know that less than an hour ago he’d almost choked a female to death.
Sidney was sitting at his usual table toward the back with a glass of Southern Comfort in one hand and a Newport cigarette in the other. As he blew out smoke, Sincere sat down in the chair opposite him.
“What’s up, li’l bro? I see you got the new sweats on, looking clean and shit.” Sid laughed as he put his cigarette out in the ashtray.
“Yeah, you know me. Gotta stay fresh for the ladies.”
“You know those ladies are gonna be your downfall.” He continued to laugh.
“What the fuck you mean by that?”
“You always chasing them. You need to focus on this money.”
“That’s where you got me confused. I never chase no females, they chase me.”
“Yeah, all right. Anyway, I need you to get up with me first thing in the morning to make a run, all right.”
“All right.” Sincere glanced over at two men who were looking at him suspiciously. He could tell he was the topic of their discussion. He tried to keep his cool because the owner of the bar was a friend of theirs, but he would tear the place up in a heartbeat if a nigga got out of line. The two men tried not to look obvious once they noticed Sincere was staring back at them.
Sidney noticed the look on Sincere’s face. “What’s wrong with you?”
“These two clowns over there at the bar are talking about me, and I’m about to go find out what the hell the problem is.”
“Come on, Sin. Calm down.” Sidney tried to reason with him. “You can’t go fighting every nigga that looks your way. You gonna get killed.”
“Naw. I just want to go see if I can help them with something, that’s all.” He slid his chair out from the table and began to get up.
“Sin, don’t start no shit. I don’t feel like this tonight.”
Sincere smiled as he stood and walked over to the two men, who were now looking in his direction.
“What’s up, gentlemen? Is there something I can help you with?”
The darker of the two, seated farther from Sincere, said loudly over the music, “What?”
“You were looking in my direction as if you were discussing me. I figured I might as well come over and help you with the correct answers, you know.”
“Actually, it was your girl we were discussing, not you, my man.”
“My girl? And who might that be?” By this time, Sincere had his fist balled at his side.
“The chick, Brooklyn. I was just telling him how she has the sweetest ass this side of North Philly.” The darker one laughed as he tapped his friend on the shoulder.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew that Brooklyn was Sincere’s girl. He often paraded her around like a trophy, just in case anyone had any doubt.
“Oh really?”
Sidney could see Sincere’s anger from across the room. He gulped the last bit of his drink before standing to walk over, but just as he stood up, Sincere hit one of the guys, knocking him off the bar stool, and followed up by stomping him as he tried to get up from the floor. The friend, who was attempting to hit Sincere from behind, didn’t notice Sidney coming and was hit across the back of the head with a bottle, which instantly knocked him out cold.
As patrons of the bar scattered, knocking drinks and tables over, Sincere and Sidney stomped on the two men until they were no longer moving and left them bloody and unconscious in a fetal position on the concrete floor.
Sidney tossed two hundred dollars on the bar to cover the damage as the owner cursed them both. Once he and Sincere made it outside, they jumped into Sincere’s car and drove off. Sincere began laughing hysterically, while Sidney sat furious in the passenger seat. He hated attention. No matter how much he tried to talk sense into him, it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
Sincere straightened out when he noticed his brother wasn’t participating in the laughter.
Sidney turned to look at him, almost ready to hit him. He was tired of getting into street brawls for no reason. “Man, what the fuck is your problem?”
“Man, that nigga straight up disrespected me, talking ’bout my girl and shit. I’m not going to have that, Sid. You seen how he was looking at me. I go over, and he saying how she’s a sweet piece of ass.”
“So all of that over a bitch, Sin? Come on now. Use your fucking head. How you know that nigga wasn’t lying? And even if he was, she’s the person you need to be mad at, not that nigga. I don’t get you, man. You’re gonna fuck around and get hurt one of these days, man. I love you, but I’m not always gonna be there to save your ass.” Sidney turned to look out of the window. He was hoping that Sincere was really listening to what he was saying.
“First off, Brooklyn isn’t like these other bitches. I mean, she’s the one I’d marry, man. That shit hurt, man. How would you feel if a nigga said that they fucked your wife?” He waited for a response, but Sidney didn’t answer or even turn to face him. “I mean, I get it. I’m damn sure gonna say something to her, to make sure she ain’t lying to me. She told me she was a virgin and shit, so if I find out that’s not the truth, she will look like the rest of these tramps to me. But until then she means so much more, Sid.”
“I get that you care about the shorty, but you can’t go fighting every nigga that says he tapped that. I’m your big brother, and I love you, so I don’t want nothing to happen to you. We’re doing too good for this shit to fall apart, especially over some female.”
“All right, Sid. I’ll get it together.” Sincere knew full well, if put in the same situation, he’d react the same exact way. He hated his brother to be angry with him, though; he was all that he had, so for now, he’d say whatever he had to for him to drop it.
“All right, cool. Run me home. I’ll get Jax to drive me back to my ride later.”
The remainder of the ride was silent, both of their minds in different directions. Sincere planned to stop by Brooklyn’s that evening and get to the bottom of the situation that weighed so heavily on him at that moment. What bothered him the most was that he had been such a gentleman and respected her wishes to wait for sex, not attempting even once. He’d been showering her with expensive gifts and keeping her pockets filled with cash, not expecting anything in return. But, as a man, you can only be denied sex for so long, and to hear that she’d possibly given it to someone else, all the while lying, saying she was a virgin, infuriated him to a breaking point. There was no way he could go one more day and not address it.
After he dropped Sidney off, he drove straight to Brooklyn’s house. Confident that her mot
her wouldn’t be home, he knocked on the door. He knew she’d be surprised to see him.
After a few knocks, Brooklyn came to the door, calling out from behind the rugged wooden frame. “Who is it?”
“It’s Sin, Brooklyn,” he replied in his smooth tone. “Open the door.”
Opening the door, she smiled, tugging at her pink bathrobe to make sure no part of her body was sticking out. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you, that’s all. Can I come in?”
“Sure, come on.” She looked up and down the block to make sure no one saw him enter. She was in no mood to fight with her mother about having him in the house when she wasn’t home. For sure she’d be called every slut in the book if caught.
Sincere walked up behind her as she walked toward the steps and hugged her from behind. He was trying to make her feel comfortable enough to get up to her bedroom.
She let out a girlish giggle and pushed his hands away as he tried to move them under her robe. “What are you doing?” She laughed.
“Just trying to see what you have on, that’s all,” he lied.
They entered her bedroom, which had teddy bears lined up on a shelf on her wall. Pink sheets and posters of random celebrities lined her walls. By the looks of the room one would think a much younger girl slept there, all of which should have been clues of her honesty.
As she sat down on the edge of the bed, Sincere sat down next to her and began to stare at her so deep, it made her uncomfortable. Blushing, she turned away, hoping to break his stare.
“Look at me,” he said, reaching in his pocket for some candy.
“No, I can’t, because you’re staring at me.”
He laughed. “I won’t stare at you. I just want to give you something I brought you.”
“What is it?” She turned immediately.
“It’s just some candy. I know it’s your favorite.”
She burst into laughter as she grabbed the chocolate candy from his hand. She opened up a few pieces and ate them, unaware they were laced with “special k,” a street drug.
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