The Sheisty Saga

by T. N. Baker

  Wild grew up on the rough streets of Newark, New Jersey, doing the norm—stealing cars, robbing niggas, and hustling. Even though he was fortunate to make it out of the hood, Epiphany admired the fact that he was still street, unlike some niggas who were quick to switch to that Hollywood shit. He also had other characteristics that she admired, like his confidence, sense of humor, and of course, his big feet and hands (assuming the myth was true).

  Wild was feeling Epiphany’s personality, which she worked to the fullest. He felt comfortable around her. She didn’t appear to be fake, like most of the bitches he came across during his success. Plus, she could relate to his struggles, and to top it off, he found her absolutely gorgeous.

  Sitting in the studio, smoking weed, Wild entertained Epiphany with crazy stories about the music industry. Quite often, he found himself staring at Epiphany. To him, her beauty was such a natural one that it made a nigga weak at the knees.

  Epiphany was having a lot of fun with him, but all this fun was making her horny. She wanted him bad, and felt as though she would die from lack of dick if he didn’t make a move soon.

  She wasn’t used to being around a guy for more than ten minutes that didn’t try to fuck her. Wild was in the entertainment business, so Epiphany had already assumed that he wouldn’t be pressed for pussy, since all types of chicks probably came at him. One thing was certain from his hard-on in the bed last night: he was definitely attracted to her. Still and all, Epiphany wanted to maintain a respectable “Take home to Momma” type of image, so she fell back on initiating sex of any kind.

  Wild sat in his plush leather chair, staring at Epiphany; then out of nowhere, he pulled her closer to him and started to fondle her body as though he had read her mind. Epiphany straddled her legs across his lap and stuck her tongue in his mouth, for their first real kiss.

  Damn, he can kiss, she thought as his tongue motion flowed with hers perfectly.

  Wild started to undress her right there in the studio. He went to unbutton her shirt but noticed some resistance every time he made an attempt to remove it.

  She didn’t want him to go there, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just redirected his focus by getting down on her knees and releasing his manhood.

  Thank God the myth does apply. She opened her mouth and took in as much of his thickness as she possibly could. He was so big that she could only fit half of his dick in her mouth. Just like any pro, Epiphany was up for the challenge. She was determined to taste every inch of him, licking down the sides of his stiffness as he moaned and she lubricated his dick with her saliva, stroking her small hands up and down the base.

  Wild couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted to feel inside her walls. “Ahhh, man, wait! I want some pussy, ’cause I know it’s good.” Lifting himself up just enough to pull a condom from his back pocket, he passed it to her and smiled.

  Epiphany stood up and unfastened her Seven jeans. Stepping out of them, she slowly rolled the magnum down on his horse-sized dick and was ready to ride.

  “Wait. Let me see you play with yourself.” Wild prolonged insertion as his way of teasing her.

  Epiphany smiled. She knew the game and played it well as she leaned back on the mixing board and started to lick on her fingers until they were shiny from her saliva. Then, cocking her legs up, she slid two of her fingers inside of herself and began to move them in and out of her pussy.

  “Ummmmmm,” she moaned as her pussy became drenched with juice. Withdrawing her fingers from inside of her, she inserted them in his mouth. Wild sucked on them like they were Popsicles and then dove in head first between her legs for more.

  “Ooooh, I wanna cum.” Epiphany breathed heavily.

  “Don’t cum yet. I want you to sit on my dick and cum.”

  Without holding back, Epiphany mounted his manhood and slowly stroked him, not quite ready to endure the pain it would’ve cause if she slammed down on it right away. Once her pussy walls adjusted to his fullness, it was on and popping. She worked it, popping her pussy, bouncing up and down on his dick like a wild woman, until they both exploded.

  Chapter 80

  Tucker was having a hard time getting used to being without Keisha, but he knew moving on was the right thing for him to do. Besides, Leanne was a nice girl with a good head on her shoulders, and she somewhat remind him of Keisha.

  He had met her two years ealier, when she came down to North Carolina with her cousin, Josae, one of Mali’s jumpoffs. The two hit it off and maintained a platonic relationship for a while, until one day Leanne invited him over to her house because she needed to talk. When he got there, she tried to seduce him. Tucker found the whole situation flattering, but at that time, his heart belonged to Keisha, which he explained from the beginning. Embarrassed and rejected, Leanne felt it was best if they ended the friendship, and he agreed.

  News of Malikai’s death had brought her back into his life. Everything was falling apart for Tucker. Leanne saw an opportunity and went for it. She became the shoulder he needed to lean on, gave him moral support, and made him a priority in her life.

  Her support kept Tucker sane, and for that he was grateful. So, when she arrived at his front door with her bags, he welcomed her with open arms, although he still felt he needed time to get over Keisha. Leanne moved in and wasted no time “de-Keishanizing” the place, getting rid of everything that had Keisha’s name or face on it. The bedroom was repainted, the bathroom and kitchen redecorated, and every picture of Keisha was boxed up.

  Tucker wasn’t really happy with the sudden changes she made or her taste, but he understood her reasons. She wanted to help him take his mind off the past by all means.

  There was one thing she couldn’t erase: his son. Tucker missed his little man so much, and without him around, every day was very hard for him. His biggest fear was not being able to be a part of his son’s life, and to keep that from happening, Tucker knew he had to make peace with Keisha. Little man’s first birthday was a week away, and Tucker wanted him home for the celebration.

  He picked up the phone and dialed Keisha’s cell phone.

  “Hello.” She answered on the second ring.

  “Hey, Keish, how’s everything?” he asked.

  “How do you think?” she answer snidely.

  “Look, Keish, I ain’t call to fight with you, okay? I just wanted to know how you was doing and when was our son coming home?”

  “I don’t know when I’m bringing my son home. I’m homeless, remember?”

  “Yeah, well, you know his birthday’s next week?”

  “I know. I’m the one that had him.”

  “Keisha, cut out all the sarcasm, a’ight. Are you gonna bring him home or not?”

  “That’s all you care about, huh?”

  “Keisha, he’s my son.”

  “Well, you know what, Tucker? When you gave up on me, you gave up him. So if you’re not calling me to come back home, then he’s not coming home either.”

  “Yo, Keish, what’s wrong with you? It’s been over a month since he’s been gone. He probably don’t even remember us. You think you’re getting back at me with your bullshit, but you’re punishing him too. I never thought you could be such a fucked-up person, Keisha, but I swear to you, if you think you’re gonna use my son against me or even try to keep him from me, I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me?”

  “Is that a threat, Tucker? You’re gonna fucking kill me, huh? Well, come on, muthafucka. Kill me, ’cause you ain’t never gon’ see your son again. We’re a package deal, sweetie, so if I ain’t got you, then you ain’t got a son. You got that? Besides, I heard you got a new girl. Tell her to give you a fucking son and leave mines alone!” Keisha screamed right before she slammed down the phone.

  Tucker was hot with Keisha. He tried calling her back, but she wouldn’t answer her phone. He buried his head in his hands, thinking how Keisha must have really lost her mind if she thought he was gonna go for her bullshit.

  “Baby, are you okay?” ask
ed Leanne after overhearing his conversation with Keisha.

  Tucker let out a hard sigh as he lifted his head. “Nah, she’s trying to keep me from my son now.”

  “What! Baby, you can’t let her do that to you. You’re his father, and you have just as much rights as she does. What you need to do is just go get him,” Leanne suggested.

  “I just don’t know why she had to go and fuck up everything,” said Tucker.

  “Well, baby, everything happens for a reason, and at least you found out her true colors before you two got married. Now, are you gonna sit here and regret what you can’t change, or are we gonna go get your son?” She ran her fingers through Tucker’s hair and secretly hated the fact that he still had feelings for Keisha.

  “What would I do without you?” Tucker stood up and gave her a tight hug. “Come on. Let’s go get my little man.”

  Chapter 81

  Epiphany woke up and instantly went into a funk after overhearing Wild booking a flight for L.A. leaving that night. Her little vacation with him was over before she was ready for it to be. She wondered if he would ever call her again and hoped that her time spent with him wasn’t a complete waste, because yes, she had a great time, but she wasn’t doing it for nothing. Epiphany wanted to be rescued from the hood by a wealthy knight in platinum armor and live glamorously and happily ever after. That was the ghetto fairytale she was hoping for.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Wild said as he plopped down next to her on the bed. Right off the bat, he sensed a bit of attitude by the way she twisted up her lips and cut her eyes at him. “What up? You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m okay,” she lied.

  “You don’t seem okay, so tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing. I just overheard you making travel plans, and I guess I wasn’t ready for it to be over with us,” Epiphany said.

  “Oh, so it’s over between us?” Wild questioned.

  “I don’t know. You tell me,” she answered.

  “Nah, as long as you don’t want it to be over, it ain’t.”

  “And what do you want?” Epiphany asked.

  “Well, first I wanna know why you won’t let me kiss on your tits.”

  “Wild, come on. Be serious!”

  “I am serious. I wanna know why every time we had sex, you did everything to deter me from seeing them.” He thought that maybe she had gotten a bad boob job or something of that nature.

  Epiphany’s eyes started to tear up. He was right. She did stop him from removing her shirt every time they had sex, but it wasn’t because of her tits. It was because of the ugly scar she was hiding. She really didn’t know how she was gonna to explain it. Slowly removing her shirt, she thought of an explanation.

  “What happened to you?” he questioned in shock.

  Epiphany revealed the ugly scar from not only the bullet, but the lung surgery after the shooting.

  “I was in an abusive relationship, and when I tried to leave him, he tried to kill me,” Epiphany said.

  “Damn, ma, I’m sorry to hear that. Where’s his punk ass at now?”

  “I don’t know,” Epiphany answered.

  “What you mean, you don’t know? Come on. For some sucker shit like that, he should be under the fucking jail.”

  “I know, but it didn’t turn out that way. Believe me, I wish it did, because maybe then the nightmares would stop and I wouldn’t have to worry about him coming back for me one day. But you know, with you I feel safe, I haven’t even thought about it.” Her tears continued to fall.

  Epiphany had over-dramatized her story to gain his sympathy, and it worked. Wild had seen a lot of crazy shit go down in his hood when it came to a man and his girl, so Epiphany’s story wasn’t far fetched. He could understand a nigga not wanting to let her go, because she was absolutely gorgeous, but what she did for him was more mental than physical. He’d fucked plenty of pretty girls with good pussy, but with Epiphany, he felt a connection that was real, and that made him want to hold on to her.

  “Listen, Epiphany, I’m feeling you like crazy, and if you feel like I feel and it ain’t about the money, then maybe something serious could pop off. I’ll be in L.A. for a couple of weeks, but when I get back, I’m trying to see what’s good, a’ight?” He leaned down and kissed her ugly scar.

  Epiphany didn’t say a word. She just looked in his eyes and hoped her tearful emotions would say it all. In her mind, she was screaming, I got his ass! All she could think about was a life filled with the finer things, like shopping sprees, VIP status, trips around the world, and maybe even a career in acting.

  Chapter 82

  C-God lost himself completely as his addiction started to control his mind, body, and soul. His body started to take on the form of a true fiend, as well as his habits. His money was spent, his jewelry sold, and the only other thing he possessed that held any value, his Cadillac Escalade, was dogged out by the local street corner dealers, who he let drive it more than him in exchange for crack.

  Marisa lost her kids to the system due to her neglect, and she started selling pussy to any nigga that would provide her and C with their next hit. C-God started asking Reggie to wire him money on the regular, until Reggie just started ignoring his calls.

  Tanya had no idea that he was cracked out, so she would send him a couple of dollars whenever she could, until she started to suspect something was up. It got to the point where he would call at all times of the day, wanting her to go to a MoneyGram. He’d make up all kinds of excuses for why he couldn’t see her. Eventually she washed her hands of him.

  C-God was smoked out, and all he had was his memories of when he was getting paper. He would tell his story to any young hustler in VA who was willing to listen to him talk about what he used to have, how one of his own betrayed him, shaming him and his family’s name.

  Niggas didn’t believe or respect him at first. They would clown him and his stories.

  “Ahh, go ’head with that shit, nigga. You ain’t nothing but a crackhead,” they would say. It wasn’t until he started to drop some valuable knowledge, rules to the game that could be beneficial to one’s progression, that they really paid attention and respected the shit he was saying.

  One particular nigga named Alpo, a lightweight in the game, had enough hunger to be a heavyweight and took a liking to C-God. He could tell C knew exactly what he was talking about concerning this drug shit. Even though he was a fallen soldier, Alpo still admired the position he once held. During a two-year bid in prison, he became real familiar with the reputation of the infamous Hinderson brothers from some stories cats told. C-God also took a liking to Alpo because he reminded him of himself eight years ago at the ripe age of twenty-two. He saw a similar hunger in him and felt, given the right type of guidance, Alpo would not only be official, but he could be what C-God tried to be—unstoppable.

  Chapter 83

  On the way home, Shana rehearsed her “I’m leaving you” speech over and over again. It was gonna be hard to face K.C. without trying to claw his fucking eyes out, but at this point, it was whatever, she thought.

  Her cell phone started ringing, but no number registered on the screen. She debated for a moment on whether she should answer it.

  “Hello?” she finally answered.

  “Yo, Cream, they got me locked up,” said Raina.

  “What?” Shana had been caught off guard.

  “Yo, it’s me, Raina. They raided Honey’s last night. I had your shit on me and got locked the fuck up. I’m at the Queens House, so ante up and get me out of here. My bail is five thousand.”

  “A’ight, I got you,” Shana said nonchalantly.

  Damn, what next?

  “I hope so, because if you have me in here too long, I’ma start talking.” Raina hung up before Shana could respond.

  When Shana walked in the apartment, K.C. was on the phone, but her anger toward him was now diverted toward getting that bitch Raina out of jail. She cut her eyes at him as hard as she could to let him k
now they had beef, while passing him to get to the bedroom.

  “Yo, Smitty, my chick stay mad at me, dawg,” K.C. said, noticing her attitude.

  Shana slammed the bedroom door. She despised Smitty’s ass too. Plopping down on the foot of the bed, she tossed her car keys to the side and just sat for a moment, thinking about Raina’s threat to snitch her out. The more she contemplated, the more she realized that Raina ain’t have nothing on her but her stage name. She didn’t know her real name, and if she did, she didn’t know her full name, or where she lived, or anything about her connect. She was no longer worried.

  If I was a complete bitch, I’d let her ass hang, Shana thought, getting up and walking over to the closet for her stash. She could still hear K.C. on the phone with Smitty, but she didn’t pay their conversation any mind, until she heard Epiphany’s name being mentioned. Pressing her ear up against the door, she eavesdropped on what K.C. was saying.

  “Who, Epiphany? Nah, I don’t think she got it back. If so, don’t you think she would’ve had the police all over Ness’s ass for that shit? What? I think so. Come on, man, the nigga tried to kill her. Yo, that’s your boy. Nah, I can’t even fuck with him like that no more. Yeah, he be bugging the fuck out, and I know that nigga is responsible for what happened to Righteous and his girl. Yo, you still asking about that bitch? Yo, man, let it go. Nah, Shana ain’t gon’ hook that shit up. She can’t stand ya ass. Besides, Shana don’t even fuck with her like that no more, and what’s up with you and my sister? Yeah, you right. Trina is a crazy bitch. But yo, what’s up with that money? Nah, I got mine ready, nigga. I’m waiting on yours.”