by Lucinda John
“What about me and Elijah? We are your family! How can you just walk away from us like that?” I asked near tears.
“I will always take care of my son. I have an account set up for you where I will pay you the state required child support every month. As far as us being together or even raising Elijah together, it’s not going to happen. I’m sorry.”
“No, Elias don’t do this to me. I need you, I love you.” I sobbed.
I couldn’t allow him to walk away from us. He was the only love I knew, and I wanted to hold on to it. I desperately needed Elias to love me in order for me to survive, and at this point, I would say anything for him to.
“I’m sorry Tiny, it was fun while it lasted but that’s it.” he shrugged. The nonchalantly look he wore sickened me to my stomach. How could someone fill my head up with so much hope but turn and snatch it all away?
“If you leave me I will go to the police!” I yelled.
“I am the police.” he chuckled.
“Try me and you’ll come up missing.” he replied with so much malice in his voice that it scared me.
“Please Tiny just get the fuck out of my truck and use the money that I will send you every month to take care of my baby!” he screamed causing me to jump.
“Fuck you Elias! I pray that all this shit you do come back on your ass ten- fold, pussy ass pig!” I yelled before getting out the car.
To make the process faster, Elias got out of his car and threw my bags in front of the door before peeling off. As I watched the fumes from his mufflers fill the air, my heart began to shatter. The only love I knew just walked out on me, leaving me to raise our son alone. As I stood there with the hope that he would return and tell me that this was all a sick joke, I heard the front door open and close.
My mother’s footsteps started to get closer until I felt her hands reach over me and pick up my baby. Elias must have paid her very well because the attitude she had before was gone, and she was now acting as if she gave a fuck about me. She placed her hand on my shoulder before grabbing the baby’s bag and making her way in the house with him.
I was still having a hard time understanding that this was happening to me, so I pulled out my phone to call Elias. The first couple of times he allowed it to ring, and then he turned his phone off in general. He eventually changed his phone number on me. I wanted to call a cab and pop up to his house, but I had no idea where he lived. I wanted to go to the police station where he worked and cause a scene, but I couldn’t. Not because he threatened me but because I loved him too much to hurt him.
All out of options, I decided to make the walk of shame back into the house. My mother was sitting on the couch with a calm look on her face and a blunt between her lips. I wanted to slip into my room before she could start her I told you so rant but when she called my name out and motioned for me to take a seat next to her; I knew I was about to get an earful. Preparing myself for her loud mouth and insults, I took a seat across from her on the brown sectional that was beautifully decorated with teal, red, and gold throw pillows courtesy of one of her many sponsors.
“I know I said some hurtful shit, but I was only speaking the truth. These niggas out here don’t give a fuck about nobody but their fucking selves. They will fill your head up with all types of bullshit in order to get to what’s between your legs. I know your situation all too well; your father did the same shit to me. The only difference was that your father left me high and dry. I had to pop this pussy to make a way for us. At first I hated it, and then it became something I had to do in order for us to survive. I fucked with all types of married men who lied in my face to their wives about them working late all the while their nose is buried deep in my pussy. I see first- hand how shady these niggas are, and I set out to destroy their pockets. You want to fuck me, you gotta pay a bill, is my motto. Look, Elias done made you fall in love with him, gave you a baby, and broken promises. Use this as a lesson, from now on, you use these niggas before they can use you. Goodnight baby girl.” she handed me the rest of her blunt before making her way to her room.
*****
Three months later…
“Tiny you’re next baby.” Denali said smacking me on the ass.
“How is it looking out there?” I asked rubbing my body down with baby oil.
“Full house baby.” she squealed.
“That’s what the fuck I like to hear!” I smiled making sure my fire engine red twenty- eight piece was laid to perfection.
These past three months was rough on me. I was trying my hardest to bury the pain Elias caused by doing anything that would take my mind off of it. Especially since a few days after our breakup, I found out I was pregnant with our second child. Instead of having it, I allowed my mother to take me to the abortion clinic so I could get rid of it. Taking care of Elijah alone was hard so bringing another baby into this fucked up situation wasn’t an option.
Due to stress, I ended up losing a lot of weight. Luckily for me my bootleg manager, my mom was on top of things. She made sure I waist trained every day and ate my rice and cabbage. As I studied myself in the mirror I fell in love. Standing at 5’0 and one hundred and sixty- five pounds I was stacked. Thanks to waist training nonstop, and hitting sit ups, in my spare time my stomach was flat spreading all my weight down to my wide hips and fat ass. My 42 DD breast stood up to perfection thanks to my wonder bra. I was praying for the day I turned eighteen so that I could get some work done on my breast to make them naturally sit up. My midnight colored skin was flawless, my shortcut fit my round face to perfection, all in all I was a bad bitch one of the baddest that worked in the homemade strip club.
Since I was underage, I couldn’t work in a real strip club so my mother hooked me up with Dewey. Dewey was a property manager that ran a strip house in a few of his apartment complex, he even had one of the apartments decked out as a daycare for mothers like me that had kids. Everything about his operation was illegal, but I didn’t give a fuck. The money was good, and my son was being fed. That was all that mattered.
Once I was satisfied with my look in my metallic gray three sizes too small boy shorts that my cornbread fed ass ate up and the matching bra that had the nipples portion cut out, I strutted my stuff in my clear stripper pumps feeling my ass jiggle with each step I took. I was servicing apartment 3C, which was like a VIP apartment. Only the niggas with bread was able to enter that place which is why I loved when Dewey had me in there all night.
A thick cloud of smoke filled the air as I walked through the apartment, bouncing my ass to TK and Cash, “Three Times in a Row”. I made my way on stage and gave the DJ a head nod promoting him to spin the song I requested for the night. When Pretty Ricky, “Puddles” started to play I grabbed a hold of the pole and gyrated my body to the sexy voice of Pleasure P. When the song went off, all eyes were on my naked body as my pussy got wet to the sight of all the money that flooded the floor. I danced to three more songs, gathered my money, and took a quick hoe bath to freshen up.
I walked through the apartment high off a handlebar booty butt naked in a pair of pumps looking for a nigga worth popping my pussy to. Thanks to my mother, and my new choice of drug; I didn’t have a care in the world. It was fuck niggas, and get this money by any means. The only lil nigga that held my heart was Elijah. Everything I did was to make sure he stayed laced in nothing but the finest. He never went hungry, his closet stayed up- to- date, and our bills were paid.
At sixteen I had my own place in one of Dewey’s apartment complex, and I was doing well for myself. Every emotion I had for men was turned off. It was all about the money for me, and there wasn’t a limit to what I would do to get this money. Thanks to my mama and Elias, I was now a money hungry hoe out for all the coins I could get.
“You are looking like you down to make some money.” A fine muscular light skinned brother said causing me to spin around fast.
Money was the magic word to get this pussy popping. It didn’t matter if you were ugly, with a small dick,
and married; if you had enough money and condoms, you were eligible.
“How much are you talking?” I asked
“It depends on how good that pussy is.” he smirked.
He was dressed down in Versace, dipped in nothing but ice and gold. His dreads were neatly twisted in a ponytail, and when he smiled oh lord I could have sworn money bags appeared in my eyes. His gold teeth were so blinding and sexy at the same time. Taking in his scent he smelt how he looked, like money. The fact that he looked good and had bread has my pussy purring to be released and dropped on him.
“This pussy is one of a kind.” I shot back at him, grabbing at my cat for emphasis.
“Is that so?” he asked with a raised brow.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” I winked, sexily walking towards the master bedroom. The room used to service guest. I was really big on hygiene so I always kept me a set of blankets that I would use to put on the bed. I was not hip to fucking after some of these dirty bitches that worked here.
When the bed was nice and made, I laid back on it and spread my legs wide open so he could get a clean view of Ms. Kitty who was fat, shaved, and dripping in anticipation. I watched him lick his lips, remove a Magnum from his pocket and come out of the black and gold Versace joggers he was rocking. As soon as he slipped the condom on, he buried his nine- inch thick dick deep in my pussy, no foreplay. I didn’t mind because that only meant I could go suck a dick for a few more Benjamins. Today was the twenty- ninth of the month, it was close to the first so this money had to be made.
“Ahhhhh!” I moaned as he found my G-spot and started pounding at it like a woodpecker. I was used to faking when the sex was bad in order to get the paper, but the times that the sex was good was a bonus to me.
“Fuck this pussy dripping ma.” he groaned pushing my legs further back.
“Damn daddy, fuck this pussy.” I cried out, throwing my pussy on his dick. I wasn’t sure how his stamina was, but I was focused on catching my nut before he came.
“Oh daddy right there!” I purred grabbing a handful of his dreads. “FUCK, DON’T STOP!!” I called out filling the intensity of my nut build up. I was at my peak, and a few more deep strokes would send my pussy in pure bliss.
“POLICE, GET ON THE GROUND!” A bunch of cops filled the room and was now holding guns in our faces.
A police officer grabbed the nigga right out of my pussy and slapped cuffs on his wrist. I watched his face widen in fear as his once hard dick went limp. Peering through the door I could see chaos. Police were bursting in every door and slapping cuffs on everyone.
“Where is my fucking son?” I heard a voice say causing me to snap out of the trance I was in.
Three months later and he looked the same. The feelings that I tried to bury arose as I looked into the man who stole and broke my heart. By then he waved his partners off, telling them that I was the niece of his wife, and that he needed a word with me.
“Why the fuck do you care?” I asked sucking my teeth.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Elias asked grabbing a sheet off the bed and throwing it at me.
“I’m taking care of me and my son!” I yelled back at him.
“Lower your fucking voice.”
“An apartment filled with kids is here, I’m calling CPS now.” I heard an officer say through the radio that was clipped on Elias’s hipped.
“Oh my God!” I shrieked.
“What?”
“Elijah is in that house.” I cried.
“Fuck!” Elias yelled, punching a hole in the wall before walking off.
Five years later…
Mayhem
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” One of the guards said as he led me out for my release.
“Nah good looking out, that was only me showing my appreciation.” I replied anticipating walking through those gates and into the arms of my freedom.
Five long years, I sat behind these damn bars dreaming of the day I would be set free. Like promised, my brothers were able to hire me a lawyer to have more of my time reduced, but with me getting in a few altercations, I ended up serving my full time. The good thing that came out of losing five years of my life was perfecting The Godfrey Brothers, our empire.
While in jail, I was able to get the link up with this big time Columbian connect Pedro. With the help of the warden and a few guards that were on my payroll, I was even able to set up shop in the prison that held me captive. I was making money both behind bars and out in the streets, legally and illegally. When my drug business started making enough money to cause another federal investigation, I started opening a few legal businesses to clean up money. I put my all into the three night clubs, restaurants, barbershop, and recording studio we owned. My brothers and I were also looking into opening a moving and trucking company which was currently in the works.
I was taking in everything my father told me when it came to building and expanding our brand. He would always educate me on investing my money in as much legal business ventures as I could. He would stress how a man in the game should always have something to fall back on when he no longer wanted to deal drugs. Drug money was good, but the money was too fast, dangerous, and risky.
“I need you to stay in charge of the men I have in here working for me. As long as you stay good to me, I will always be good to you.” I said to Spookie, the main guard, which I used to run things for me in my absence.
The money being made in jail was so good that I would be a fool to shut down the shop I had in there. Since I had majority of the authorities on my watch, I knew my business would run smoothly in my absence. All I wanted on the first of the month was my hefty cut then everyone could eat in peace. They knew not to fuck with me. In the last five years, I had no problems showing a few niggas why the fuck my legal name was Mayhem.
After dapping Spookie up, I made my way out of the stale smelling prison and hungrily sucked in a huge breath of fresh air. In my time of being locked down I’ve been outside, but this time was different; I had no intentions on going back. This time I was walking back into the game a smarter man. I had more connections and more power to avoid shit like this from happening. Most importantly, I had the blood of TK. He was now rotting in hell, and it felt too damn good. All it took was some money, and the same officers that had him in protective custody were the same officers that delivered him to my brothers.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGGA!” Ramsey said popping a bottle of champagne and pouring it all over my head. “Welcome home my dude, a nigga was sick of posting free my brother on Facebook.” he said causing us to laugh.
“Shut your silly ass up.” I replied dapping him up.
“What’s good baby?” I pulled in Maleek for a hug.
Maleek earned the name, Maleek Tyrell Godfrey Jr. he looked as if my father spat him out. All of us looked like our father, but Maleek was his twin; if my father was alive still they probably could have passed for brothers.
“Nothing just glad to have you back home you done got swollen on a nigga and shit.” he joked pushing at my arms.
Jail did me good, not only was a nigga eating good and getting big I had a personal trainer locked up with me who I paid to work me out. In no time, that nigga had me looking like I digested steroids. My chest was buffed, arms big, and my chest was ripped and well defined showing off every cut of my eight pack. My behind the bars tattoo artist hooked me up with two arm sleeves, and a collage of tattoos that covered my whole back and chest. I went in looking like a young nigga and came out real big and healthy.
“Is this you?” I asked Ramsey as I studied an all-black 2016 Range Rover sitting on black rims. Maleek wasn’t really into trucks like me and Ramsey was so I ruled him out on owning this black beauty.
“Nah kid, this all you big bruh.” he said tossing me the keys. “Happy birthday nigga.”
“Damn like that. Shit y’all making a nigga feel really good right now.” I smiled inspecting my new clean ride, making notes of a fe
w things I wanted to change.
“Yeah bro we just wanted to show you our appreciation for holding us down. We hooked your two- story garage up back at the crib. You could have easily said fuck us and let us go down for the charges, but you handled business like a boss. We respect you for that shit.” Ramsey replied.
“It’s all love. I’d do that shit again if I have to, but this time I’m moving a lot smarter so we don’t run into shit like this anymore.” I replied jumping in the driver side of my new ride.
“Bet. Now, that we’re older now and well-groomed shit’s about to be lit for us.” Ramsey exclaimed before I pulled off.
Once I dropped everyone off, I headed home to get ready for the dinner ma dukes was having for me in honor of my release day and birthday. The minute I twisted the locks on the doors open, the sounds of a little girl screaming caught my attention. Eight months after my incarceration Macy gave birth to my twin daughters, Maliah and Mariah. For two years, Macy held me down faithfully bringing my daughters to visit, fucking me properly, writing, and sending me pictures. She even made it her business to allow me to FaceTime the girls and read them bedtime stories every night. When she got pregnant with my son, Mace shit changed. She claimed she couldn’t go through this pregnancy alone like she did with the twins due to some complications. Instead of staying home and allowing my mother and brothers to look after her, she decided to move back to New York with her mom and sisters.