Shawty Fell in Love with a Hustla

by Lucinda John

  “Dustin are you ok?” Karrueche asked.

  “What happened?” I groaned feeling at the burning sensation in my throat.

  “You were poisoned. I just wanted to make sure you got here safely,” she said and grabbed her bag to get to leave.

  “Karrueche?”

  “Please, Dustin, don’t. When I got to the house, I found you passed out on the floor and I called help for you. You saved my life, so I saved yours in return. Please don’t make it seem like more. I’ve moved on,” she said making another made a run for the door.

  “Karrueche wait,” I called out to her and she turned towards me.

  “Was my car still parked in the driveway?”

  “Yes why?”

  “Look in the trunk. It may have some information that will be valuable to you.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled before she walked out of the room.

  I had a feeling that this wasn’t just food poisoning. Eyanna had to be behind this shit. Closing my eyes, I thanked God for sparing my life. I located the buzzer that was next to the bed and buzzed the nurse.

  “Yes.”

  “I need my release papers,” I said sitting up in the bed.

  I had to make my next move my best move or else I was going to end up next to Karl.

  Chapter 12

  Karrueche

  I knew helping Dustin was going to end with me in a whirlwind of trouble with Geek, but I had to help him. Although he cut me deeply when he left me and started dating my stepsister, he still saved my life and I felt like I owed him that much. When I saw him lying on the floor with a faint pulse, I called 9-1-1 and rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital just to ensure he didn’t die.

  Pulling my car alongside of the neighbor’s house, I rushed to Dustin’s car to retrieve the information that was so urgent for me to see. Opening the car door, I popped the trunk and rummaged through everything until I found the suitcase. I ran to my car, placed it in my trunk, and went inside. I didn’t want to risk going through anything at the house and getting caught so I decided to save it until

  I went to work.

  Since it was getting late, I decided to shower and sleep at home. As much as I wanted to run to Geek’s house, my stepmother was now back from her trip, so I knew my nights of waking up in Geek’s arms were temporarily over. After washing my hair and cleansing my body, I put on a powder blue silk cami with the matching boy shorts. I picked up the phone to call Geek, but and when he didn’t answer, I tossed the phone to the side and laid my head on my airbed.

  The urge to vomit had me jumping out of my sleep and running to the bathroom. With my head buried deep in the toilet, I threw up everything starting with the eggs, grits, and bacon I had for breakfast. Just as soon as I stood up to wash my face, I was greeted with a blow to the face.

  “You stupid bitch… done fucked up and got pregnant,” my stepmom yelled and punched me in the stomach.

  Could I be pregnant? I asked myself trying to recall my last period. Since I slept with Geek a few weeks ago, I didn’t remember purchasing any pads. The reality of me possibly being with child sunk in and I began to fight my stepmom back. If there was a chance I was pregnant, I didn’t want to put my baby in harm’s way. My stepmother was taller than me, so she had an advantage, but that still didn’t stop me from going blow to blow with the bitch. She messed up and tripped on the rug, so I used that as an opportunity to pounce on her ass.

  I straddle her and began laying blows of my own. I was a fool to think Elaine was going to take that. She somehow managed to free her legs and kicked me with so much force she caused me to land in the tub.

  “Oh, so now you’re a WWE wrestler now,” Elaine chuckled and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

  “Fuck you bitch,” I spat as I got up.

  Elaine charged at me causing both of us to fall in the Jacuzzi bathtub. She got on top of me placing her weight on my mid-section and returned the favor by now punching me in the face. She had my arms pinned to my side so I couldn’t wiggle them away to defend myself.

  “I’m going to kill you and that bastard,” she screamed and punched me in the head.

  “That’s enough,” Bo said coming to my rescue again.

  As soon as he lifted her off of me, I dashed to the basement where I quickly gathered all my important things and fled the house. There was no way I was staying there and jeopardizing my baby, if in fact there was one. Driving in circles with nowhere to go, I called Geek back to back and still got no answer. Frustrated, I left him a message and headed to Mr. Michael’s house.

  “Karrueche, baby are you ok?” Mr. Michael’s wife asked as she answered the door.

  “I got in a fight with my stepmom,” I cried.

  “Oh, baby come here,” she shrieked as she pulled me into a warm embrace.

  “What’s going on here,” Mr. Michael asked.

  “She got in a fight with Elaine,” his wife replied.

  “That bitch,” Mr. Michael yelled while examining my face. “You’re staying here tonight. I wish that bitch would lay hands on you in front of me,” he vented.

  “I have something,” I softly replied.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “A suitcase that Dustin stole from my father’s office. He said there is some important information that I should take a look at. The suitcase is in my trunk,” I replied.

  “Where are your keys?” Mr. Michael asked while slipping his feet in a pair of house shoes.

  I handed him my keys and Mrs. Michael led me upstairs to the guest bathroom. She pulled out the first aid kit and silently began to help me clean off my face. She was sweetly humming “Late in the Midnight Hour” as she gently handled my face. When she finished, another urge to throw up hit me so I ran over to the toilet.

  “Karrueche, are you pregnant?” she asked gently stroking my hair.

  “I don’t know,” I cried.

  “Shhhh, it’s going to be ok,” she said cradling me as if I was a baby.

  I instantly melted in her arms, wondering if this was the feeling a child received from its mother.

  “What are you going to do if you are?” she asked rubbing my tears with her thumbs.

  “I’m going to keep it,” I replied.

  I was a strong believer in pro-life, therefore an abortion was out of the question. I just prayed Geek felt the same way.

  “You need to go to the hospital.”

  “Hospital for what?” Mr. Michael interjected walking in the room holding the now opened suitcase.

  “Nothing, I’m fine,” I said pleading Mrs. Michael with my eyes to keep her mouth shut. “Did you find anything?” I asked referring to the paperwork in his hand.

  “I found out a lot of shit,” he huffed while biting his bottom lip. “That bitch is grimy.”

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “I don’t know how you are going to take this, but Elaine went behind your father’s back and changed his will. Here is the original will,” he said handing me a paper.

  In that will my father left me everything. He left Eyanna with a college fund of thirty-thousand dollars and Elaine with a fifty-thousand dollar check. My breath got caught in my throat as I began to read over everything; the house, cars, rental properties, all belonged to me.

  “Now this is the forged will leaving everything to her. A will that was approved by his lawyer a week before his died,” Mr. Michael said handing me another sheet of paper.

  I read through it and my eyes began to fill with tears. Although she did a great job at forging his signature, I could tell it wasn’t his. My father would loop his K’s two full times with a dot. The forged signature was missing that faint dot.

  “Here is where it gets interesting,” he said scratching his head. “I also find found a floor plan of your house with circles around you and your father’s rooms. What stood out the most was a notation right here that read, ‘make sure Karrueche and her father are both dead’.”

  “Wait… wh…
what are you saying?” I asked trembling.

  “Your stepmother had something to do with the death of your father.”

  “Oh, my God!” I cried feeling my body become weak.

  “Karrueche, are you ok?” I could hear Mrs. Michaels faintly ask.

  “Call an ambulance!” was the last thing I heard before darkness took a hold of me.

  *******

  I woke up with strong arms wrapped around me. There was were a few cords around my belly and a faint thumping sound that echoed throughout the room.

  “What happened?” I turned and asked Geek, who was watching a game of college football.

  “Hey baby you’re up,” he smiled. “You passed out, but thank God you and the baby are ok.”

  “So there is a baby?” I asked placing my hand on my belly.

  “Yes a six week old baby.”

  “Are you ok with me keeping the baby?” I asked, thinking back to the first time we made love.

  “What type of question is that? There is no way I’m allowing you to get rid of my son.”

  “Son? How are you so sure it’s a boy?”

  “The way I been breaking that pussy in, man that’s my lil solider in there,” he laughed.

  Reality of my stepmother taking my father away from me sunk in causing tears to slide from the corners of my eyes.

  “Mr. Michael already told me everything. I’m going to handle that,” he said as he kissed away my tears.

  “I want to kill her myself,” I whispered.

  “No that’s not a good idea, plus you’re pregnant,” he sighed.

  “I don’t care. I want to take her life away like she did my father. End of discussion.”

  “Man this is tough ma.”

  “I have to be there,” I pleaded. “Please baby.”

  “Ok, but you move when I say so.”

  “Got it.”

  “After we handle that shit, you’re quitting your job and moving in with me.”

  “I can’t leave Mr. Michael hanging like that. He needs the help,” I argued.

  “I already spoke to him and found him a replacement so you’re good,” he said kissing me on the forehead.

  Chapter 13

  Geek

  I was sitting at one of my traps, blowing Kush and getting my dick sucked. I was in much need to relieve some stress and I didn’t want to bother Karrueche. When Mr. Michael told me about the fucked up shit her stepmother been doing, I flipped the fuck out. At first I was mad at Karrueche because she never told me what was really going on. I was under the impression that she had a strict stepmother, but I had no idea the bitch had her sleeping in the basement on a fucking air mattress.

  Now that Karrueche was living with me, I made a vow to always be there for her and my baby. Her suffering days were now over. I made a promise to myself to treat Karrueche like the true queen she was.

  “Aye bruh, why you always over here and you the big boss.” Marco, one of my lieutenants asked.

  “I don’t know I just like the vibe of the trap house,” I shrugged.

  The trap house for me was a great place to clear my head. I could smoke one, get my dick sucked and fuck these niggas up in a game of Madden all at the same time. Growing up, I never really wanted to deal with drugs, so I was new to the game. Now that the money was coming in by the boatload, I was thinking about cutting ties with my distributor and becoming the big boss. Hell it was my handmade product that was being sold anyways. So why not? Plus with another baby coming into the picture, I was going to need all my pesos.

  “A nigga like you should be behind a desk checking your numbers and shit.” Marco laughed. “Leave all this trapping to the real niggas.”

  Busting my nut all over the lil freak’s face, I put my dick in my pants and reached for the blunt.

  “Hell nah nigga you just touched your dick,” Marco spat.

  “Roll one for me,” I said and threw the chick a sack of weed and a pack of cigarillos.

  “When you done come suck my dick,” Marco snickered.

  After smoking a few blunts, I collected my money and left. Karrueche was blowing me up to get her some KFC, so I had to go handle home. I called up Tommy to meet me at the KFC to collect the money so that I could go straight home instead of driving to the safe house.

  “What’s good bro?” Tommy asked pulling up next to my car.

  “Shit. Just getting the wife something to eat.”

  “I hear you. You know you baby mom’s getting the kids on Friday?” he asked.

  “I know,” I shrugged.

  “How is that going to work with Karrueche laying around? Did you tell her?”

  “Ma meeting her, and there ain’t shit to tell her.”

  “Bruh,” Tommy replied rubbing his facial hair.

  “I got it.” I waved him off.

  I took the spare tire that was filled with money out of my trunk and placed it in his.

  “I’m out bruh. Make sure to drive around the block a few times before going to the safe house and lock up,” I instructed Tommy and got in my car.

  “I got it.”

  “Iight be easy,” I replied pulling out of the parking lot.

  When I made it home, Karrueche was laying on the couch watching the cooking channel. She was always on there looking for new recipes. Karrueche did the damn thing in the kitchen, so I was pushing her to go to culinary school.

  “Hey baby,” she smiled reaching for her bag of food.

  “Damn no hug or kiss.”

  “I’m so hungry,” she whined.

  “We went grocery shopping last night. You bought four hundred dollars’ worth of food. What you mean you hungry?”

  “I didn’t feel like eating anything but KFC chicken tenders and honey,” She replied as she rummaged through the bag. “Wait where is the honey?”

  “It’s not in the bag?” I asked.

  “Didn’t you see me look through it,” she snapped.

  “Chill ma, there’s some honey in the cabinet.”

  “I don’t want that honey,” she pouted.

  “What’s the difference? Honey is honey,” I replied now feeling aggravated.

  “Forget it,” she said and tossed the bag on the counter and stormed out of the room.

  The way her ass jiggled in her panties with each step she took had me ready to bend her little ass over. Grabbing my car keys, I made that drive to KFC. I figured her tenders were now cold, so I ordered her some more and made sure the honey was in the bag.

  “Here baby,” I said giving her the food.

  “Thank you bae,” she smiled while spreading out the tenders and drizzling honey over them.

  I grabbed the first bag of tenders I bought her and began eating those.

  “When are we going to handle that situation?” she said sucking the honey out of the packet.

  “What situation?” I asked playing dumb.

  I really wanted to handle this shit on my own without putting her in harm’s way.

  “With my stepmom.”

  “Oh that, I’m working on it.”

  “What is there to work on? Let’s go.”

  “Go where?”

  “Let’s go kill the bitch!”

  “You think it’s that easy?” I asked.

  “I don’t care. I want her dead tonight. Either we’re going to do it together or I’m doing it alone! She does not deserve to breathe any longer!”

  “Damn man ok let me go make a few calls,” I said and headed to the back room.

  “Everything good.” Tommy answered the phone.

  “Good looking out bruh. I’mma need you and the fellas to slide up on me in about two hours.”

  “Where at?” he asked.

  “At the McDonald’s on 153rd.”

  “Bet,” he replied before hanging up the phone.

  Karrueche was hard headed as fuck, so if I didn’t go with her to handle the situation by the end of the night, I knew she would go do it herself. I didn’t want to risk her hurting herself or m
y baby so my hands were tied.

  “Take a nap. We roll out in two hours,” I said removing my clothes and climbing in bed.

  “Thank you baby,” she beamed as she snuggled up to me.

  With Karrueche lying on my chest with her back facing me, I started seriously think about things. In about seven months, we were going to bring home a baby and I still had some unfinished business with my kids’ mom. I wanted to tell Karrueche what was going on between us, but I didn’t want to scare her off. I decided to just hold everything in and just pray that nothing caught up with me. Hearing Karrueche’s soft snores caused me to doze off in a slumber of my own.

  When I woke up, Karrueche was still sleeping and it was time for me to meet up with the fellas. She was sleeping so peacefully that I decided to slowly slip out of bed and hurry out of the house. I already had the paperwork from the suitcase so I really didn’t need her. I tip toed to the bathroom, took a leak, and washed my hands. I was about to walk out of the room, until I bumped into Karrueche getting dressed.

  “I hope you ain’t think you was leaving without me,” she said slipping a pair of sneakers on her feet.

  “I was just about to wake you up,” I lied.

  “Umhmm. Well, I’m ready,” she replied twisting her hair into a bun.

  “Why the hell you looking like Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider?” I asked looking her over in her combat gear.

  “I have to dress the part.” She shrugged her shoulders.

  Shaking my head, I walked out of the room with her following closely behind me. We got in the car and headed to the meet up spot. I could tell Karrueche was nervous by the way her palm was sweating in my hand.

  “You know you don’t have to do this,” I said.

  “I have to, she had my father murdered,” she replied with tears in her eyes.

  Nodding my head, I made two lefts then turned into the McDonald’s parking lot.

  “Go order something to eat,” I said to Karrueche handing her my card that I offered to her.

  I went over to my brother, who was sitting in the back of the restaurant chopping it up with the boys.

  “What’s good, Geek?” Marco greeted noticing me first.

  “What’s good,” I replied greeting the table.