Giving Him Something He Can Feel

by Damenia Uvonda

  Caine was different from the street niggas I was used to. I needed a gentleman in my life and he was there to fill that void. I was all too familiar with the want-to-be pimps and street gangsters. The ones that didn’t have respect for anybody but themselves. I was sure Caine had done his share of shit, but it was nothing the money couldn’t make up for.

  I called Caine several more times but there was still no answer. He must’ve turned his phone off because after a while it stopped ringing and went straight to voicemail. My mind started thinking a million thoughts per second. I hoped that the next day would bring Caine home where he belonged. I laid across my bed and within minutes, I dozed off.

  The Drama Begins

  Alex

  I hate when you need niggas. They’re never around or better yet never answer the damn phone. “Yo nigga, answer the damn phone.”

  My shit was lumped up from that faggot ass nigga Caine. That nigga wanted to go hard; catch me off guard and shit. Hell, if the nigga knew how long I was getting that pussy from Kandi, he would’ve pulled out the burner. I chuckled to myself. What the fuck was I talking about; I bet that bitch ass nigga didn’t own no heat. Rico finally pick up the fucking phone. Rico was family, my first cousin.

  “Yo, yo, Rico,” I yelled in the phone.

  “Nigga, I just had a situation with shorty’s punk ass husband. I need to get at him quick like, feel me?”

  There was a brief silence then Rico said, “So nigga you mean to tell me, you didn’t handle the situation while you was there?” Rico said that shit like he never got dealt with before. Shit, I saw the time when we were kids, and a little boney ass nigga named Trey straight handled Rico. Had him running home to mama, crying and shit. Niggas used to punk his ass all over the neighborhood. He was in his late twenties still getting his ass whipped. That was until he came back home from prison. Nigga said he was benching no less than three hundred daily, so now the nigga walked around with no T-shirt on, flexing and shit. He was down for whatever and don’t let him feel disrespected. One time at the club in Virginia Beach, we were fucked up out of our minds and the spot was packed with bitches. That slick ass nigga Rico went to holler at a young bird. Well I guess that bitch’s nigga felt disrespected while Rico was hollering at her. He felt bold and stepped to Rico like he was bout it bout it. Rico rocked his ass like Debo did that nigga in “Friday.” Rico took all of the nigga’s cash and jewelry while he was still limp bodied on the ground. Once the nigga came to, he was so embarrassed he shit himself, and then staggered out of the club. We lived it up that night with old dude’s money. We splurged on bottle after bottle of that top shelf shit. When the DJ played Jim Jones’s “We Fly High,” Rico put that nigga’s Rolex on and started waving it in the air. Like he bought the shit. He put on all that nigga’s jewelry while rapping to the song. That’s why I fucked with him.

  “Look cuz, I’m not trying to get into all that right now. I’m just trying to holla at this nigga ASAP. You riding or what nigga?” I already knew Rico was down for whatever so it was no surprise when he said, “You know I’m riding cuzo.”

  “He lumped my shit up and put a pistol to my head. I didn’t even have time to see that nigga because I left my heat in the car.” I had to state my case to that nigga like I was on trial.

  “Yo, you don’t have to do all that A,” Rico said. “I know how you get down. I got you nigga; we can take care of this nigga. Where he be at?”

  Normally I didn’t mind Rico asking questions but that nigga was asking too many I wasn’t trying to answer at that moment. I was trying to talk normal knowing got damn well my jaw was probably broken. Shit I’d give it to Caine. He got my ass good. There were no rules to the price that nigga was going to pay.

  “Look I know where he lives so shit’s about to pop off and soon nigga,” I told Rico. I said it with confidence as if I didn’t just get my ass handed to me.

  “That’s what up, come through and scoop a nigga then cuz. You know I stay ready, these niggas can’t see me in these streets for real.” That nigga was always ready to go to war.

  “Yeah, yeah, nigga I know,” I told him. Rico started laughing because he knew he was getting all fired up and shit.

  “Alright hit me up when you get outside,” he told me.

  “Alright nigga,” I said and I hung up.

  Truth was that nigga Caine caught me with my pants down. The nigga tackled me as I was leaving out. Niggas don’t tackle niggas from the back like that. Only faggot ass niggas that were scared to face me like a G would do some bitch shit like that. As far as the whole pistol and shit went, I couldn’t let the fam know everything. I couldn’t tell him I got lumped up on some punk ass shit, so I extended the truth a little bit. Shit, moral of the story was, I was about to get at that nigga Caine. I was about to make that nigga meet his maker, but first I had to go deal with my crazy ass baby mama.

  Lola

  I left the club hours ago after making some good cash from this wack ass nigga. As soon as I get my daughter out my hair I will be going right back to the club and hit these niggas in their pocket. “Mommy, mommy, mommy.” If that little girl called my name on more time. All she did all damn day was call me for something, and then she never wanted shit.

  “Yes Chyna, what is it?” She was running all through the apartment. Spinning, twirling, and fucking shit up just like any other five year old.

  “Is Daddy coming today to pick me up?” That was the question she always asked, but I was never certain of the answer. Her daddy was and always would be the love of my life. We met at Magic City about six years ago. He came in the club and I had an instant attraction to him. He was smooth and looking fine as shit. You could tell he was mixed with something. The way his waves ran all across his head was the dead giveaway. His clothes were on point and his ice complimented his wrist. I thought he favored Keith Sweat. You could tell that whatever he did he was the boss of it.

  “I guess honey, but you know his sorry ass will probably make an excuse not to show up.” I knew that wasn’t the smartest thing to tell her, but shit it was the truth. I walked over to the window and glanced out. I saw Alex coming up to the door looking like he got his ass whooped.

  “Chyna, Chyna come here baby doll! Your daddy’s here,” I yelled for her to come.

  “Okay Momma… I’m coming, I promise,” she told me.

  I couldn’t help but smile a little because my baby girl was growing up so fast and she was the spitting image of her father. I’m talking carbon copy.

  I opened the door and wasted no time going in on his ass.

  “Bout time your sorry ass got here.” It hurt me to talk to him that way but that nigga bugged out on me whenever he felt like it. Normally Alex always had a slick or threatening come back but not that day. He didn’t say shit back. “Damn. Chyna been waiting all fucking day for you nigga,” I said as I stood there with my hand out. He was aggravated, got pissed off, and said, “Not now bitch. And what the fuck you got your hand out for?” I didn’t hesitate to answer his question. “I’m waiting for you to put some cash in my got damn hand nigga.” He smacked my hand out of his way and walked in the apartment.

  “I have your motherfucking child so either you give me a hundred and fifty dollars in my hand now or you’ve got to give me some dick,” I told him. “Your choice but make it quick.” I started walking towards him and then Chyna ran into the living room to see her daddy. She was all smiles. Alex was too as he held her in his arms.

  “So where are you guys headed today?”

  “The zoo Daddy, the zoo,” Chyna blurted. She got all excited before Alex said anything. She was talking about how she was gonna feed all the monkeys some bananas.

  “Yeah um, look,” he paused. From then I knew it wasn’t going to be good. “See that’s what I came over here to talk to you about.” Oh Lord, here we go again.

  “Chyna go put the rest of your toys away while Mommy talks to Daddy, okay baby doll?”

  “Ok Mommy.” She ran out quick
ly to put her toys away. I turned to Alex and said, “What the fuck you mean nigga you have to talk to me? You know I have to go to the club tonight. The rent is due on the first.” I started going in on him. I couldn’t be late anymore or I was getting kicked out. “Now like I suggested earlier, you can give me some money or you can take your daughter with you.” He just looked at me like I was looney but he remained quiet. “Time’s a ticking nigga because I’m losing out on clients and money as we speak,” I said. He finally spoke,

  “Look Lola, real talk, some shit went down today. I know you don’t want Chyna to be around me looking like this,” he said pointing to his face. He wanted me to feel sorry for him and I was starting to do just that. “I don’t know where the niggas are that ran up on me. If they do it again I’m not going to have my fucking daughter nowhere around.” I couldn’t say I blamed him on that, plus he was looking a little roughed up.

  “So that means I’ll be coming to live with you and your new girlfriend, right?” I could see the curiosity building in his eyes. He stepped closer to me and said, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Yeah don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’ve been seeing some girl named Kandi from the high-class part of town. But I tell you what, that shit stops today. How the fuck do you expect to work our shit out when you fucking with her?” He looked at me once again like I was deranged and said, “Bitch I don’t have time for this shit. I just came to tell you I can’t take Chyna. I’ve got some shit to handle and I don’t need her around for it, period.”

  “That’s just like you to come here and tell your daughter that you can’t take her with you. You got her all excited.”

  “Yo, watch your mouth girl. If I’m sorry then it’s because I had a seed by a sorry ass excuse of a woman!” He went on, “Let’s not forget that I’m the reason why you have somewhere to live. I put you in this apartment and paid all the bills because of my daughter. But now that I pay you child support I’m not giving your trifling ass shit.”

  Before I could squeeze a word in he said, “In case your stinking ass forgot, let me explain our history to you. We fucked a couple times. For the record, I don’t remember busting in you, but you got pregnant. We did a DNA test and I take care of my seed, end of story. So Lola, there is no us.”

  I couldn’t believe he would deny us ever having a relationship. I knew more secrets about that guy than anybody did and he wanted to try and front on me. Getting all up in his face, I told him, “What-the-fuck-ever Alex. If that’s how you feel then at least I’m a single woman, while you up there on the Westside fucking a married one.” He pushed me back because I was so close to his face I was damn near spitting on him. “And since I feel a little hostility in that voice of yours, you tell Chyna why she can’t stay with Daddy tonight.”

  Next thing I knew, Alex took Chyna outside to talk. Minutes later, my baby came back in the house with tears in her eyes. Damn I hated the way that nigga treated my baby and all because he wanted to go fuck that prissy ass bitch Kandi. I’d had just about enough so I had to think of a way to get rid of that bitch and redeem what was mine.

  Alex

  After leaving my baby mama’s crib, I went to scoop Rico. That nigga was dressed in all black with his Glock in his hand. He had a brave heart but the nigga was dumber than a box of rocks. Who the fuck comes out with their heat all out in the open and shit.

  “Put that shit up motherfucker,” I told him.

  “Why do you have your gun all out in the open? I’m not trying to go to jail before I have a chance to get at that nigga Caine.”

  “Shit my bad cuzo, my bad, my bad…” Rico chanted.

  “If you would’ve handled your business then I wouldn’t have to be doing this shit here. Instead, you let that weak ass nigga lump your shit up. And may I add he did a good fucking job,” Rico said with a smirk.

  “Oh you got jokes nigga?” I asked with a straight face. I couldn’t think of shit to comeback with because in all reality he wasn’t lying. “Just fucking with you cuz, let’s ride out and go see this nigga.” I put that bitch in drive and we rode out to pay Caine a visit.

  We arrived at Kandi’s house and I wasted no time going straight up to the door to ring the bell. Rico was hiding on the side of the door, like he was a special agent or a sidekick, ready for action.

  “Nigga we ain’t Batman and Robin. Get your ass away from the side of the door,” I told him.

  “Fuck that shit nigga. I’m standing here in case the nigga open the door blasting. You did say he had a pistol to your head right?”

  As soon as I started to answer his question, the door opened.

  Kandi

  I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing.

  Yes! Caine was back.

  I was smiling ear to ear like the Grinch. I started checking my body out in the mirror. I knew that nigga would come to his senses. I mean what nigga in their right mind would leave all of this behind? I may have cheated on Caine but I was a bad bitch. Five feet six inches, 130 pounds, wavy black hair, mocha colored skin, and a body that would put Beyoncé to shame. I turned left, right, and then backwards to check out my nice round ass. So yeah, I knew that nigga would come around.

  As I walked downstairs, I was questioning, “Why didn’t he just use his house key? He damn sure used them motherfuckers to catch my ass. If he would’ve rang the doorbell then I wouldn’t be in this predicament. And if I wasn’t in this predicament then this doorbell would be Alex with my morning sex.”

  Looking out the peephole, I realized it was Alex. FUCK! Was that nigga bold or what? “What the hell should I do? Come on bitch think,” I was telling myself, as I paced back and forth, nervous as a bitch. The doorbell rang again and that time it was complimented with a knock. Fuck it, I had to answer the door. “What could it hurt now? I already been caught so maybe he left something in here and came back to get it.” And as quick as I said that, I had a light bulb moment. “I got it,” I thought to myself.

  I answered the door crying. “Alex what do you want?” I asked softly while sobbing and wiping my eyes. Hell I figured if I was going to pull that act off, at least let me win an Oscar for it.

  “Cut that shit out Ma, I know you better than you think Kandi,” Alex said bucking on me. I guess he was still mad that he got his shit lumped. “So where that nigga Caine at?”

  “I don’t know where he is Alex,” I answered while still wiping my fake tears. “I thought you were him at the door just now.”

  “Now I get it, that’s why your ass crying, or at least pretending to be. You thought I was that soft ass nigga.”

  “Look, that’s my damn husband okay. And last I remember that soft ass nigga whooped your ass.” I was speaking nothing but the truth and I had to get my point across one way or another. All of a sudden, that’s when I saw another nigga appear from the side of my door. “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Rico, my cousin,” Alex said. He was looking at me strangely because I never flipped out on him like that before. I think he felt disrespected. If looks could kill, I would be ten toes up at that point, but he never said a word.

  “Rico?” I asked.

  “Yeah that’s my name little mama.”

  Looking at Alex I slowly began to tell him, “Okayyyy, sooooo, you brought him here with you, whyyyy?”

  “We just came here to talk to Caine. You know, handle some business with him,” Alex said in a tone I had never heard before. I was not stupid, so I knew that shit meant business.

  “So you’re Kandi huh,” Rico said looking like a steroid taking dirty version of Juvenile.

  “Yeah I’m Kandi.” Disgust was written all over my face. There it was 90 degrees outside and that nigga had on all that black, including his lips.

  “Hell yeah,” Rico said as he was rubbing his hands together. “I might have to put a couple niggas in the ground over you too. GOT DAMN! She is fine,” Rico continued. He was rubbing his hands together for so long I thought he was trying to start a fire
with those bitches.

  “Yeah, yeah I know but we ain’t here for all that shit,” Alex reminded him. “We’re here to take care of business nigga, remember that!”

  “Okay nigga damn,” Rico said pulling a blunt from behind his ear.

  I loved to get my smoke on but the way his lips looked, I wouldn’t dare hit that. “I’m getting ready to hit this blunt cuzo, since the nigga ain’t here and shit,” Rico said and walked off. I couldn’t wait for his ugly ass to disappear, that way I could talk to Alex more thoroughly. As soon as that nigga got ghost, my mouth started rambling.

  “So are you planning on hurting Caine? When you were the one in his house? He had every right to fuck you up, you were in his shit!” I didn’t give him time to respond to anything. I kept on fussing. “If the tables were turned and I walked in on my husband fucking around, I would’ve put a bullet in his head and the bitch’s. So I’d say you got off quite lucky dude. “As I continued to rant on and on about Caine, Alex was slowly approaching me with a sexy look in his eye. He was not paying attention to what I was saying because he was too busy untying my cashmere robe. Of course, a sexy bitch like me was naked underneath. He kissed my neck and rubbed both my breasts. He began to pleasure me down south, but nowhere compared to his normal routine. I noticed he was not opening his mouth as wide as usual. After a few minutes of him trying to eat my blackberry pie, I pushed his head away. “Alex what are you doing?” I began to put my robe back on and tied it a little bit tighter.