She Got It Bad for A Heartless Gangsta: An AK Christmas

by Shvonne Latrice

  “You’re so adorable,” she cooed to him, making me suck my teeth on the low.

  After we ate, I went up to the bedroom while Genesis went to bathe and put Junior to bed. By the time she returned I already had the lights out, so she went into the bathroom to shower, and then came and lied down next to me.

  She wasn’t even in the bed for two seconds before my hand rubbed up her thigh to tug on her panties.

  “Qamar, I’m exhausted,” she whined lowly as I kissed on her neck and shoulders.

  “The baby ain’t the only one who’s needs you have to tend to,” I whispered, turning her on her back and continuing to pull her panties off.

  She said nothing as I pushed her gown up and off, exposing her sexy body. Twirling my tongue around her nipples, I sucked on them gently, and then made my way up to her mouth. Poking around at her opening, I pushed myself inside, almost nutting on contact.

  “Uhh,” she moaned softly.

  “You love me?” I sucked on her ear and her jaw.

  “Ye—yeah.”

  “You love me as much as you did before the baby?” I quizzed, staring into her eyes intensely as I rocked between her hips. She nodded. “You don’t need school, because we need you. Aight?” She nodded again just before I started to tongue kiss her. “I love you, baby.”

  I knew this holiday would be pleasant for a real one.

  Kattlyn

  The next afternoon…

  I got a call yesterday from Keane’s manager Alda telling me that there was a misunderstanding and that they wanted to have me on the show. I wasn’t sure what happened or why Keane had changed his mind, but I didn’t want to inquire. Announcing my restaurant opening in the spring was much needed, so fuck his reasoning.

  However, because I could tell they were in an apologetic and pleasing mood, I made sure to get some extras out of it. I explained that they’d need to fly my whole family out and it would have to be a turnaround trip. No need to let them know it had to be first class because I only flew first class any way. They agreed of course, so this evening my husband and kids came along with me to Connecticut, and we’d be coming back home tomorrow afternoon since Christmas was around the corner.

  “Damn, they paid for this fucking hotel room too?” MG walked in, holding a sleeping Michaela as Michael surveyed the room as well.

  “Hell yeah, they did. I definitely wasn’t about to pay for it.”

  “Excuse me.” The bellboy smiled as he brought our bags in. MG directed him to place them in the corner, before handing him a tip.

  “I just wonder what made Keane Davis change his mind. They were adamant about not having me on the show.” I laid back on the large bed, as MG placed Michaela on the one on the other side of the room.

  “He changed his mind because he ain’t have no fucking reason to put you off the show. I mean, at least that’s what you told me.” MG leaned back on the dresser, staring me down as if he were trying to read me with his sexy ass.

  I didn’t want to tell MG what Keane had done because I knew he’d be pissed off. Plus, now I had my slot on the show back, so there was really no need to.

  “I honestly think it was jealousy. When I got here everyone was kind of catering to me and he couldn’t take it. He’s used to being the star.” I got up and made my way to MG, tossing my arms around his neck and inhaling his cologne.

  “Well, I guess he humbled himself real fucking quick, huh?” He smirked, scratching his fade as I nodded.

  I pressed my lips against his, before slipping my tongue into his mouth as his hands caressed my body.

  “I think I’m gonna throw up,” Michael interrupted, sitting on the couch and staring at us like we were a pile of steaming shit.

  “I bet if Lily tried to kiss you, you wouldn’t think it was disgusting,” I taunted him as MG laughed.

  “I do not like her!” Michael shouted like he always did when we called him out for liking Lily.

  “Please don’t get my son’s hopes up on Lily.” MG grinned. “She ain’t about to crush my son’s ego.”

  “Boy, be quiet. Lily Montana is gon’ be a bad bitch and if Michael wants any parts, he’s just gon’ have to step his game up. I’ll help with that, baby, because your daddy is gon’ have you out here dating thots who sleep with anything.”

  “Ewww!” Michael frowned. “No thanks!”

  “There are some cute thots out there, Mike.” MG smiled. “Aight, aight!” He chuckled when I hit his stupid ass.

  After begrudgingly waking Michaela up, we went down to the lobby to have dinner together, and then promptly returned to the room for a goodnight’s sleep. Tomorrow would be a great day, and I couldn’t wait.

  ***

  The next day…

  We’d already had breakfast, and now I was finally done with hair and makeup. I was so afraid that Keane would change his mind again, but I was glad he hadn’t so far. And now, it was much too late… I hope.

  Once I was dressed, I went out to see my husband and kids who were sitting down at one of the tables back here, eating. Just as I made it, Keane was walking up to me. We gave each other an awkward stare for a millisecond or so, and then he turned on his fake smile. It was very clear he didn’t like my ass anymore, so I was wondering why the hell he’d changed his mind. And his assistant Kirsten hadn’t spoken to me once, so it couldn’t have been her idea.

  “Keane, this is my husband, Micah, and these are my children, Michaela, as you know and then, Michael,” I introduced everyone.

  “Nice to meet you all, and nice seeing you again, Michaela.” Keane smiled down at my daughter, but she ignored him as she played in her food.

  “Glad you changed your mind, man.” MG reached out to shake Keane’s hand, and the look he gave made Keane drop his smile for some reason. “My wife deserves to be here.”

  “Ye—yes of course, she does.” Keane turned to me and added, “See you on set in a few.” Then he damn near ran off.

  “He acted like he saw a ghost just now.”

  “I don’t know why. You know I’m a nice ass nigga.” MG smirked as he sat back down, and for some reason, I felt like he had something to do with this. But how? He’d been in L.A. the whole time…

  “Whatever the hell you did, I appreciate it.” I leaned down into his face to kiss his lips lightly since I had on lipstick.

  “Kattlyn, they’re ready for you.” One of the PA’s came over and I nodded.

  “Don’t know what you talking about. But good luck,” MG replied as I rubbed my hand over his fresh fade.

  I went ahead and did my segment, and it was way easier than I thought it would be. Keane was being extremely nice, which also made things a little easier for me since I was announcing something that was a big deal. It seemed to last only a couple of minutes, but I admit I was happy I’d gotten it over with.

  As Keane and I walked off set, he touched my elbow lightly. “Hey, Kattlyn, uh… does your husband kno—”

  “No, and you’d better hope he doesn’t find out.”

  I didn’t know what MG had done, but this nigga Keane was shook, and I liked it.

  Once I changed out of my clothes, we all went straight to the airport since our flight was in just two hours. MG had a meeting later today, but also, we wanted to be back home ASAP as a part of the deal I’d made.

  When we made it home finally, the four of us took a nap since we ate well on the plane, and after about an hour, MG got right up and left.

  An hour or so later…

  I was well rested, so I decided to get the kids in the kitchen with me to make some Christmas cookies. My parents were coming over in a few, and I thought it’d be nice for us to do something family oriented. Times like these, I wished my parents had their green cards because it was so hard convincing them to come out. I tried getting them to do what I’d done so they could stop looking over their shoulders, but they were too paranoid.

  “Hola, mija,” my mother greeted me when I let her into the house, so I gave her a hug.
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  She and my father were living in a condo that I was paying for. I thought of letting them stay here, but I didn’t want to overwhelm my husband. He said he didn’t mind but that was just how he was. I loved that about him, but I wasn’t gonna take advantage.

  “Hola, Papi.” I hugged my father before leading him to the den where Michael was.

  Michael had taken a liking to my father, despite the small language barrier. He was learning more Spanish though, and my dad was getting better with English. Michael, like most Americans, was so confused at first as to why this big Black man spoke only Spanish. In this country, Black Hispanics were for real aliens. I snickered subtly at the thought.

  I led my mother into the kitchen where I had Michaela in her high chair and the stuff I needed to make cookies.

  “Puedes cortar las galletas, Mama (You can cut the cookies, Mama),” I explained to my mother before grabbing Michaela up to take her to the den.

  After placing my baby down by her toys so that she’d stop fussing, I offered my father and son a drink. I saw MG’s laptop was open, sitting on the couch, so I grabbed it up to get it out of the way. When I did so, it lit up, showing his email account, which was open.

  As I made my way to the kitchen while lurking, I spotted a few emails from that bitch Daisy. Placing my left forearm under the computer to balance it, I moved my fingers across the mouse and clicked on the email. Was I surprised to see this hoe had sent photos of herself, busting it open? Of course not. But, I was about to surprise her ass since she was meeting with MG at the moment.

  Walking into the kitchen, I closed the laptop and removed my apron before saying, “Ya vuelvo, Mama. (I’ll be right back, Mama).”

  “A dónde vais? (Where are you going?)” she quizzed.

  “Hmm, voy a hacer un viaje rápido. (I’m going on a quick trip).”

  My mother nodded as I grabbed my keys from the key holder and rushed out, snatching my jacket from the coat closet near the door.

  I wasn’t even in my car good before I was flooring it out of the large driveway of my home, headed straight to the Bankroll Records building. It took me less than twenty minutes to make it, and I parked right outside on the street, before hopping out and rushing inside.

  “Good evening, Mrs. Gaines.” Security smiled before starting to type on the computer.

  “Evening, and do not let them know I am here. Thank you.” I kept it pushing to the elevators, and hopped my ass right on. “That dirty bitch,” I mumbled to myself, adjusting my grip on my Givenchy bag.

  The elevator doors opened, and I stepped off, storming across the hallway and into the suite I was looking for. I completely ignored the receptionist, and made my way back to the room MG usually worked with artists in.

  “Baby?” MG frowned upon seeing me when I burst in.

  “Oh hi, Kattlyn—”

  WHAM!

  I decked that hoe right in the mouth before she could even let out her fake salutation.

  “Kattlyn!” MG roared, hopping up and coming over to restrain me since I was pounding that hoe’s face in.

  “You thought I was joking, bitch! I told you he was married!” I yelled as she tried to windmill me, but it didn’t work out well for her.

  “Kattlyn, stop!” MG growled.

  Finally, MG was able to separate us, and I snapped on his ass too.

  “You wasn’t gon’ tell me this hoe sent you pussy shots!”

  “Nah, because I knew you’d come up here and do this shit!” MG hollered as Daisy cried. She grabbed her shit and rushed out, leaving just me and him in the room. “So what if she sent me that shit, ain’t like I’m gon’ fuck her!”

  “I don’t care! You are a married man and she needs to know that!”

  “She does! That’s what these hoes do, Kattlyn! They don’t give a fuck if you’re in the same room as me, if they wanna fuck with me, they’ll do it! It’s up to me to turn that shit down and I do! Every fucking time! You shouldn’t even be fazed by her ass! You honestly think I’m gon’ fuck with her when I’m married to you?” His brows dipped. I hated when he became disappointed in me.

  “No.” I pouted.

  He exhaled heavily, tossing his head back and then bringing it back up. He then moved closer to me and pulled me into his chest.

  “I get why you came up here and worked her ass over, but I want you to know you can’t be fighting every female that throws herself at me. You got a lot of great shit going for you, baby, and if you out here squabbling with every girl who tries me, you ain’t gon’ have time to do yo’ own shit.”

  “I know, I just didn’t like her.”

  “I know.” He laughed, as I leaned my head back for a kiss. “I just need you to chill, especially for the Christmas season.”

  “I will.” I half smiled, and he returned the gesture before our lips met.

  I guess for Christmas, I could chill out, but I’d still be watching these hoes closely.

  Chapter Five: Ricky AK

  I was picking Lily up from her ballet class and shit, since Draylah had some shit to do. I ain’t mind, and plus, I liked to keep an eye on my baby girl to make sure these little crusty ass niggas weren’t on her. Shit, I was a little ass boy once and even then, I was thinking about pussy and shit. I’ll be damned if one of these snot nosed muthafuckas pushed up on my baby.

  I spotted Lily coming out, so I hopped out of my whip and rounded the front of the car. When I stepped up onto the sidewalk, I saw some little ashy muthafucka trying to converse with Lily, following her in a sense.

  Turning to face him, she said, “Do you have a 401k?”

  I smiled widely as fuck, happy she was saying the shit I’d told her to say. She needed to be asking that shit all the way into adulthood because if a nigga didn’t have his shit together, he wasn’t gon’ be in the presence of my little girl. She wasn’t dating until thirty-eight, but still, even then I was gon’ be checking them niggas.

  “No, what the hell is that?” the boy snapped back. I could tell he was one of them badass little kids.

  “Exactly. Good day.” Lily turned around to continue walking.

  “Fuck you then!” the little ashy bitch shouted, and that was all I needed.

  “Get in the car, Lily.” I hit my key fob so she could have access, and then started towards the boy and his little friends.

  “Ricky AK,” I heard a few of them whisper.

  “Fuck you just say to my daughter, little nigga,” I hissed. “You lucky you ain’t grown or I’d knock ya fucking head off.”

  “My father will beat you up!” he hollered back up at me, making me laugh maniacally. “Oh!” he yelped when I yanked his ass up by his drunk ass collar.

  “Ya father can eat a dick, little nigga. You know who the fuck you popping off to?” I gritted in his face, and I could feel the fear radiating off of his misbehaving ass. His eyes were so wide that I was waiting for one of his eyeballs to roll out.

  “No! I mean yes!” his voice trembled. “I’m sorry!”

  “That’s what the fuck I thought.” I dropped him. “Go apologize to my daughter right now.” I gripped the back of his neck and escorted his ass to my whip, then had Lily roll down the window.

  “Sorry, Lily,” he said, before blowing out hot air.

  “Aight, now take yo’ ass on. If I hear you talking shit again, I’m gon’ have ya mama gargling my balls and giving me permission to drink ya juice boxes and beat ya ass.”

  The little boy darted off, damn near falling because he was in such a fucking hurry.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” Lily giggled when I got into the car.

  “No need to thank me, baby. I would never let nobody talk to you like that.” I peered into my rearview because I saw that the little boy was running to some nigga who looked just as corny as his ass. He must have been his pops, so I waited a little bit just in case that nigga wanted some action. But, he just walked his ass to the car with his son in tow.

  “I love you, Daddy,” Lily added.


  “I love you more.”

  After I took Lily home, we chilled and shit until Draylah came home, after picking up the twins from my grandma.

  “Look at yo’ fine ass,” I said when she came into the den. Like always, a grin covered her pretty ass face as she started taking Frederick and Camellia’s jackets off.

  “Why are you always flirting with me?” Draylah chuckled, hanging the jackets in the closet as I stood up.

  “I’m gon’ always flirt with you,” I spoke lowly, pressing my dick against her ass and slipping my hand down into the front of her tights as she faced the inside of the closet.

  “I missed you today,” she whispered as I kissed on her neck.

  “Let me break you down right quick.”

  “Ricky, no, you didn’t even say you missed me back.”

  “You know I fucking missed you, that’s why I’m trying to fuck.”

  Draylah turned to look up at me and smiled widely for a little bit, making me do the same.

  “Shut up, Ricky.” She laughed.

  I leaned down to kiss her lips while groping her ass, and when it got too heavy, she nudged me back some. She was lucky I had somewhere to be, or I’d be bending her ass over the staircase, murdering that cat.

  I went to chop it up with my twins for a little bit since they usually always had some funny ass shit to say, and then I headed out to Zebra to do my bi-weekly check up on that bitch.

  As usual, I pulled around back, but instead of entering the club through the regular back entrance, I went straight up the outside steps to get to my office. I wasn’t in there for ten minutes working, before I heard a knock on my door.

  “Come in,” I yelled out, tapping my waist like usual. It was a habit to double check that my gun was locked in my waist whenever someone was coming into my office.

  “Hey.” Mahogany slipped in and closed the door behind herself. I hadn’t seen or talked to the bitch since I knocked her potbelly ass boyfriend upside his head.

  “What you need?” I looked her way, wondering why the fuck she was creeping up into my office.