My Shawty: An Original Love Story

by Twyla T

  “I’ve been taught to handle my shit by my dad; don’t let the looks fool ya. And what he don’t know won’t hurt him,” Chyna said while sitting back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. How in the hell he gonna play me weak like that? Hell, I have to tell him eventually about my time in Chicago, and why we had to leave in a hurry, Chyna rumbled in her mind.

  “Damn! You serious though? I can’t let you do that, but I got you though. I’ll make sure you straight. I told you, you my shawty,” Babyface told her. He didn’t want Chyna involved in any of his shit and he was still shocked as hell that she even asked. “So, when you gonna dump lame ass?” Babyface asked, quickly changing the subject.

  Chyna ignored him. When the waitress brought the check, she took it from the waitress, and Babyface grabbed it from her. “I got this lil shawty,” he told her. That simple gesture made her smile because she remembered how Pete let her pay for their meal the first time they went out. After their meals were paid for, they got up and left. Chyna and Babyface laughed and talked the whole way out. As soon as they rounded the corner, Chyna saw a man at her car trying to break in. She didn’t yell or run fast; she just sped up her pace, leaving Babyface without saying a word. As soon as she got close to her car, the man saw it was a woman and raised his hand to swing on her, but Chyna grabbed his arm, kicked him in the balls, and twisted him around. She pulled her pistol from her clutch in no time and put it to his head.

  “I’m sorry ma’am! I’m sorry!” the man pleaded over and over again.

  “Get a fucking job before you end up six feet under you asshole,” Chyna spat. Babyface was in awe at how she handled the situation. Before Chyna let the man go, Babyface punched the man in the jaw for good measure. They both stood there and watched him scramble away.

  “Daammmnnnn girl!! I better watch my fucking back with you. Shit!” Babyface remarked with a smirk and appreciation of what he just witnessed with his own eyes.

  “I told you I can handle my own!” Chyna said and popped the locks for them to get in.

  “I damn sholl believe you now!” Babyface said and started thinking her ass probably could be an asset to his team.

  Chapter 9

  The next week, Vice and Babyface were sitting in one of their trap houses in Brown Bottom. In less than two weeks, things were going pretty well for them. The guys they handpicked had proven to be a very valuable asset to them. Taking over the three locations they had so far was easier than they imagined. Only two people fought them and ended up going to meet their maker at the hands of Vinny and Sean. Vice watched both of them fall to their demise by each of the young goons. It was broad daylight when Vinny took one of the cats out on Lynch Street and night had fallen when Sean got the other nigga on Wood Street. Babyface and Vice had no problems taking anyone else out, but they discussed amongst themselves that they would only get their hands dirty when it was absolutely necessary.

  The estimated price per brick of Kush was five thousand per brick and Drank was eight hundred dollars per pint. Skeet fronted his cousins with three bricks of Kush and six pints of Drank to get started. He was amazed when Babyface called him last week, requesting more. This gave each of them a nice little cushion to sit on. Before they even started, Skeet schooled them about saving and not flossing. He warned them that flossing would get them caught in the blink of an eye. He also advised them to stay away from Madison County as much as they could and to never go if they had anything on them because the cops were known to pull black people over for no reason at all.

  Since they did so well the first two weeks in business, Skeet set them up to meet with the delivery guy. Skeet was no longer in the street life, but he had all of the connections and had no problem putting his young cousins on because he knew they were natural born survivors. He knew the ins and outs of everything, but he also had a landscaping business that did extremely well for him. Babyface and Vice sat there sitting there shooting the breeze with each other, when Vice got a text message and started grinning.

  “What the fuck you cheesing so hard for nigga?” Babyface asked. Vice ignored him and gave his phone all of his attention.

  Candy Cane: What’s up playa?

  Vice: Shit! Been waiting to hear from yo sexy ass?

  Candy Cane: Is that right?

  Vice: Hell yeah! What you on?

  Candy Cane: Wanna see what’s up wit you… that’s about it.

  Vice: Oh yeah? Well come through in ‘bout an hour. I’m in Brown Bottom. Just call when you get here.

  Candy Cane: Alright babe. See you soon. (Kissy face emoji)

  Vice: Bet

  “Nigga, I done asked you three times what the fuck you smiling so hard for,” Babyface chuckled.

  “Little Miss Candy Cane gon’ come through in a few. I hope the delivery dude come on before she get here. I can tell she likes to be fucked rough and I’ma beat that pussy up for her,” Vice contently said.

  “Yeah, she do look like a lil undercover freak hoe,” Babyface chided.

  “Hell yeah… and yo girl Ki just don’t give a fuck. She just like Sasha. I guess that’s yo type,” Vice said while laughing.

  “She ain’t my girl nigga. She know the deal. Chyna my boo,” Babyface said smiling.

  “This nigga done fell in love and ain’t even got the pussy yet. They say it’s a first time for everything though,” Vice said while doubling over in laughter.

  “I ain’t in no muthafuckin love nigga… it might be strong like or some shit, but it ain’t no love,” Babyface replied.

  “Yo ass don’t know what the fuck love is, so how you know?” Vice shockingly asked.

  Someone knocked on the door and interrupted their conversation. Both Babyface and Vice pulled their pistols from their pockets and stood up. “Code!” Babyface said when he got close to the door. The knock pattern to let them know it was business was displayed and Babyface cracked the door with his gun still in his hand.

  “Yeah, it’s me, Corey. Big homie told me that you two would be extra cautious, which is a good thing, especially around here,” Corey said. Babyface closed the door, removed the chain, then opened it and let Corey in. He was a light skinned guy and Babyface and Vice both could see the heart he possessed, even though he appeared to be a regular nine to five type of guy to the average eye.

  “Come on in man,” Babyface said.

  Corey walked in with his clipboard in his hand and spoke to both of them. He looked both of them in the eye, making sure he saw no doubt, and they couldn’t do anything but show him respect because they were doing the exact same thing. “We gon stare each other down all day or we gon handle this muthafuckin business?” Corey finally said.

  Babyface and Vice both laughed and said, “We gon handle this muthafuckin business!” in unison. Corey nodded his approval, dapped both of them up, gave brotherly hugs, and got down to business.

  After fifteen minutes had passed, Corey was done schooling them on what he needed them to know about his operation, so he got up and went back to his truck to retrieve the packages. Their shipment was for four bricks and eight pints. They exchanged phone numbers to cut out the middle man, and Corey told them the next time it wouldn’t take so long and he expected them to always be available and ready when they requested a shipment. They told him that he wouldn’t have to worry about that because they meant business and they knew time was of the essence with everything.

  Vice’s cellphone rang five or six minutes after Corey left and it was Candy, letting him know that she was near. He told her where to park and advised her that he would be right down. He helped Babyface finish storing their product expeditiously and told him that Candy was outside. “Don’t let that bitch in this room back here,” Babyface instructed.

  “Now nigga, you know I know that,” Vice told his cousin.

  “I know man… but I’m just saying, be sure you watch her ass. She look like she can be sneaky as fuck,” Babyface said.

  “You right cuz! I’m on it!” Vice said.

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nbsp; “Well, I’m bout to dip out and let you handle ya business. Hit me up when the coast is clear,” Babyface said and left.

  Vice used the bathroom, then he went downstairs to meet Candy. He dialed her cellphone when he reached the bottom step and told her to get out of the car. Vice looked to his left and saw her getting out of a silver Nissan Maxima with some blue jean booty shorts, a yellow crop top, and some yellow wedges. Her hair was in a messy bun and she had on some big hoop earrings. He picked up on the fact that she loved big earrings.

  “Come here girl. Don’t be tryna act all shy and shit,” Vice told her when he got close and pulled her in for a hug. Candy giggled and fell into his embrace.

  “Let’s go inside before niggas start shooting and shit around here,” Candy hurriedly said.

  “You ain’t got no worries when you wit me, girl, but we can go on in,” Vice told her while fucking her with his eyes.

  Candy blushed and followed his lead. I know this nigga got some boomass dick. I can tell by the way he walk, Candy thought to herself as she followed behind Vice, staring at him in his white tee and grey sweat pants walking sexy as fuck. She made up her mind right then and there that she was about to fuck him, telling herself there was no use in wasting time, just in case he wasn’t worth it.

  “So, what you been on ma?” Vice asked after they walked inside and he locked the door. They got their little spot a couple weeks back. There was a living room, kitchen, a small dining area, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. They never planned to live there, but they wanted it set up for times such as the one that was happening at the moment, so they equipped it with a sectional in the living room, a small dining table with four chairs, and a bed in one of the rooms. The other room was where they kept their product, along with a safe and other shit they needed. Babyface and Vice were both smart enough to know that they couldn’t keep their product in the same spot at all times but, for the time being, their current location would have to do because they didn’t want to spend too much money at one time.

  “I just been chillin. Been wanting to hit you up and finally got the nerve to do so today,” Candy said.

  “I’m glad you finally cut the bullshit and hit me up,” Vice said as he sat down beside her on the couch.

  “Me too,” Candy said and playfully hit Vice on the leg and tried to discreetly feel his print, when she pulled her hand back up.

  “You ain’t slick!” Vice said and fell out laughing.

  “Well, since you busted me, ain’t no need in playing games,” Candy said as she got up and sat on Vice’s lap.

  Vice started laughing and she silenced him when she leaned down and kissed him. She felt his dick getting hard through his sweats and started smiling because she knew she made the right choice by finally hitting him up. Candy moved her kisses down to his earlobe, then neck. She pulled his white tee over his head for him and admired his six pack and chiseled chest, before devouring it with her mouth. Traveling further south, she finally reached his thick, long piece of manhood and pulled it from his sweats.

  Candy gave Vice a hand job and he moaned, as if she was sucking his dick. She didn’t think his moans could get any louder, until she replaced her hands with her mouth. “Damn girl!” Vice said barely above a whisper. Candy loved the feeling of satisfaction she was gaining from making him squirm. She sucked him like a lollipop until he stopped her.

  “Shit… you gon make me cum and I’on wanna do that yet,” Vice said as he pulled his wallet out, grabbing a condom. Candy admired his pretty chocolate dick as he rolled the rubber down on it. “Hop on this dick girl,” he instructed her and she eagerly obliged.

  “Mmmm… damn!” Candy said as she rode his dick like a wild woman, while squeezing her pelvic muscles tight.

  “Get it ma… gon and get you one,” Vice told her when he saw her making that familiar facial expression, letting him know she was about to cum. His words were all she needed to hear. He allowed her to come down from her orgasm, then he flipped her over without removing himself from her, pushed her legs above her head, and fucked her hard and deep. She screamed out in pleasure and pain, scratched his back, and begged him not to stop all at the same time. He fucked her good and hard for the next fifteen minutes, making her cum two more times.

  When he knew he fucked her good enough to have her at his beck and call, he finally released his nut and went and washed himself off. When he came back out of the bathroom, Candy was still lying in the same spot on the couch, about to fall asleep. “You better hop up ma; I gotta bounce in a few,” Vice told her. She moved slowly and asked where the bathroom was and he pointed down the hall. He didn’t want to be harsh, but he also didn’t want her to think it was anything except a good fuck. When she came back out, he did offer her a drink and she took it. They talked for a few minutes and he sent Babyface a text, letting him know that he was ready. Not wanting to be a complete asshole, Vice walked Candy down to her car and smacked her on the ass before she got inside, making her blush.

  “Don’t take forever hitting me up again or I’ma fuck you worse,” Vice said and walked off. Candy smiled and watched him walk away, before cranking up and pulling off.

  Chapter 10

  A week later in class, Babyface could barely keep his eyes opened. Chyna continuously nudged him because the professor kept looking his way. He was giving details on an important assignment they had coming up and requested that everyone pay close attention because, in the past, people would always come running to him, crying because they did the assignment incorrect by not paying attention to the details. “Wake up big head,” Chyna whispered to him.

  “I’m tired as fuck,” he mumbled to her. The teacher glanced in their direction again, so Chyna pulled her phone out and started texting.

  Chyna: Wake up sleepy head. Why you so tired? All your hoes been keeping you up late?

  Babyface: Been making this money. Here you go talkin bout some hoes. If you would act right I wouldn’t need none.

  Chyna: Yeah yeah yeah… if you would put me on the team you wouldn’t be so tired.

  Babyface: I gotta do a full body exam before I can give you the green light.

  Chyna: Okay. You can do it after classes are over today.

  Babyface dropped his phone in his lap and looked at Chyna and she winked. They had gotten extremely close since school started. If they weren’t together, they were talking or texting, but Babyface was sick of lame ass Pete and couldn’t understand why Chyna wouldn’t just dump him. He heard her reasoning, but it still didn’t make much sense to him. The other night when they met up at The Green Room, which was a local pool hall, and they had the best time ever. They talked, laughed, shot pool, ate hot wings and fries, had a couple of drinks courtesy of a bartender that Chyna knew, and just had a great time.

  Babyface listened intently to the reasoning why Chyna wanted to be down with him and how he could benefit from it. She let him know that she had money in her accounts and access to money, but she wanted to make her own money, on her own schedule, while still going to school. She had been looking at apartments, in hopes of gaining her own independency. Babyface thought about how she told him that her boyfriend wanted her to move in with him, but she refused and only stayed over from time to time. What really peaked his interest was her plan to be on the team and how she would be the perfect camouflage. “How many women actually get caught while being in the game? I would never be a suspect. My record is clean; I’ve never even gotten a speeding ticket. I mean, I have, but my dad has friends who always gets them thrown out. Remember how you said you got pulled over just because you fit the description of a robbery? What if you had anything on you then? Even a gun. Your ass would be in jail right now. I can make deliveries or anything you need. Don’t worry about anyone trying to take advantage of me or rob me. I know shit happens, but I’ve taken self-defense classes since I was ten and I started shooting at the gun range at twelve. I’m fully capable. My dad made it his business to make sure I could defend myself in any situation.
I’m telling you, I’m who you need,”

  “Class is over Jaleel. Come on,” Chyna said, breaking Babyface from his reverie.

  “What I tell you ‘bout that Jaleel shit?” he asked her.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Harris, may I speak with you for a moment?” the professor said. Chyna had to grab Babyface by the arm and stop him because he was unaware that the professor was calling him.

  “The professor is calling you,” Chyna nudged him and said.

  “What’s up doc?” Babyface said when he walked back to the teacher.

  “I just wanted to give you a reminder that it’s very important to stay alert in class. I would hate for you to miss important details. As I stated on the first day of class, we don’t have a ton of assignments in here, but the ones we do have are extremely important,” the professor iterated.

  “I understand… thank you,” Babyface said and turned around and walked out of the classroom to find Chyna standing there, waiting on him.

  “I might have to rethink this school shit. We barely a month in and shit is already getting stressful. Fuck,” Babyface said as they walked off.

  “It’s too early to be talking about quitting. You haven’t even put in any effort. Chill out,” Chyna said while rolling her eyes. Babyface was about to reply to her, but she cut him off… “Remember, you doing this for Big Mama,” she said sarcastically and winked. He laughed at her wittiness. “Let’s go print this stuff off for the assignment before we leave campus,” Chyna said.

  “Ugghhh, this bullshit… what about the full body exam?” he asked, then licked his lips.

  “Oh, we gonna get to that,” Chyna said seductively. “Work first, play later,” she said and pulled him towards the library. Babyface tried to protest more because his dick was hard as fuck, looking at her ass in the pink strapless sundress she had on. He had envisioned her body more than a million times and couldn’t wait to see if all of his thoughts and visions were accurate.