My Baby Is A West Coast King 4

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Was your husband one of them? What’s his name, Maniac?”

  You know his name; everyone does.

  Chuckling awkwardly, I said, “His producer name is Mischief.”

  “Right, right. My apologies. I don’t too much keep up with the urban scene. My head is always in my work.”

  Urban scene? My nigga had done songs for major motion pictures and almost every damn genre of music.

  “Yeah… and to answer your question yes he was one of the people I met as soon as I came out here.”

  “Wow, so you didn’t get a chance to explore all that Los Angeles had to offer before he kind of put that lock on you huh?”

  “I don’t think I understand.”

  I understood exactly what this nigga was trying to say, but I was gonna give him the benefit of the doubt in hopes that he wasn’t… hitting on me.

  “Well, you know, you’re young, not even twenty-five, and you’re married and you have a baby. I mean I just wondered if you had a chance to kind of see what dating was like in Los Angeles instead of being with that one person all of the time.”

  “Well, Evan, I’m sure that men in every state are pretty much the same. I didn’t need to date around Los Angeles, because I knew who I wanted as soon as I met him.”

  Evan gazed into my eyes for a few before saying, “Welp, hey! As long as you know you made the right choice… I just want to commend you on all you’ve been able to achieve personally and professionally. I can’t wait to work with you.” He patted my knee, rubbed it lightly and then stood up.

  “Thanks,” I replied lowly.

  I watched him leave, and then went right back to eating some more of my snacks. By the time my unborn and I were satisfied, the crew was knocking and it was time for me to start getting ready. My awkward encounter with Evan had completely left my mind as I got pampered. I wasn’t sure why they had someone do my nails since this was an athletic attire shoot, but I wasn’t gonna turn it down.

  A little over seven hours later I was finally finished with the whole shoot. Having them take some of the tighter clothes on and off of me made me a little nauseous, but thankfully I didn’t throw up on anyone.

  I ate a light dinner with the crew, took some pictures, and as I was about to leave, a courier came to me with a huge box of roses.

  “You guys have given me too much already,” I smiled at Liza.

  “Oh, those aren’t from us. I don’t think.” She began searching until she found a card. “Oh, they’re from your husband.”

  I quickly took the note from her to read, as I headed towards the elevator so I could go home.

  Good luck sexy, I love you. — Mischief aka Daddy

  I giggled like a little schoolgirl as I rode the elevator down. I swear when he told me years ago that I would appreciate him being sweet because he would only do it rarely, he knew what he was saying. Every single time he gave me roses or gifts, I was surprised, and it always made me smile until my cheeks hurt.

  Mischief may not have been the most romantic, especially with his words, but I appreciated him because when he did get gushy it was real. He wasn’t like Tarik who could talk smoothly all the time and probably be lying. Mischief wasn’t built like that. I guess because he never had to smooth talk the ladies. So whenever he told me he loved me, I knew it was coming from the heart.

  I stepped off the elevator and started towards my car. Unlocking it with the remote, I placed my big round box of roses into the backseat, and inhaled the scent of them before coming back out.

  “Ah!” I jumped, seeing Jude’s ass standing there smiling.

  Squinting his eyes and smiling, he said, “Wow, what a coincidence that we would have business in the same damn building, Miss Loren.”

  “It’s Mrs. Benjamin.”

  Nodding his head, he replied, “Ah yes, you did make that mistake. Honestly, I thought when I got out of jail you’d be some broke down has been, boring every person you ran into with stories about how you used to be on the up and up. But I guess Mischief wasn’t too much of a bad influence huh?”

  “And I thought that you would have been raped so viciously in jail that you’d be dead. But I guess we can’t always get what we want right short stop?”

  He laughed while nodding his head again, and then crossed his arms in front of me. Whomever said short men loved to walk and act tall was telling the truth. Jude was standing before me as if he were six feet seven like Mischief, when really, he was five feet seven.

  “You always had a spicy personality, Mi—Mrs. Benjamin.”

  “Bye, Jude.”

  “Wait.” He grabbed my arm, and when I snatched it he laughed and threw his hands up in mock surrender. “I have a proposition for you.”

  “I don’t care to hear—”

  “You tell me who snitched on me, and I will send a deal your way that will be ten times better than what you have with Adidas.”

  “Ha! Nigga, please! I don’t know what the fuck you think this is but I wouldn’t tell you shit, even if I knew! And I doubt you still have any connections, jail bird.”

  “Well that’s just unfortunate. Jail doesn’t get people like me down, hence why I’m out free, two years before I’m supposed to be.”

  “Like I said, Jude, I don’t know who snitched on you, but it obviously needed to happen. What you were doing was wrong.”

  “I made a lot of women money, and got them to places they probably would have never reached, so I wouldn’t say everything I did was bad.”

  “Fuck you.” I yanked open my car door and got in. When I was about to close it, he gripped it.

  “I know it was Cassie, so either you have her admit it to me and I can figure out some way for her to pay me back, or I can go after her myself and it won’t be pretty.”

  “Cassie, like me, doesn’t give a fuck about you enough to tell.”

  “Think on it.” He tapped the roof of my car and then backed away.

  “No, you think about who had the most to gain from ending your hoe ring.” When I said that I could tell something registered.

  Quickly pulling out, I sped off and almost hit him, but he jumped out of the way. I wanted to blow him off, but Jude wasn’t really the type to play with. I just hoped that whoever did snitch on him came to the light pretty soon, because if he fucked with Cassie, he would have to answer to me, and even worse, Kordell.

  I checked the clock in my car as I sped out onto the road, because I had to be some damn where. It seemed like people always wanted to try me while I was pregnant. But little did they know, it was nothing for me to drag a hoe in any condition.

  Ever since Mischief liked a picture of that bitch, Gabrielle Mari, she’d been all on social media running her mouth about how she had my nigga in her DM’s and all that. It was definitely a lie because unbeknownst to Mischief, I had his password and I checked that shit every morning, noon, and night. There wasn’t a DM in sight coming from his end, but she was sure was being thirsty on hers. She even went as far as to post the notification of him liking the picture with her thirsty ass.

  So, since she wanted to be on Instagram acting extra like my nigga was really feeling her, I was gonna pull up on her and see what was good.

  Pulling up to the big white warehouse like venue, I parked my car and then slid out. Tying my hair up, I made my way to the entrance where there were a bunch of niggas in expensive hood fits, and hoes dressed in next to nothing. This was a video shoot for this rapper named Parliament, and I knew Miss Gabrielle Mari would be in it.

  See, she was one of them hoes that wanted to be official like me, but took the dumb route by shaking her ass in videos and posting hoe shots on social media. Instagram would forever be her modeling agency, trust!

  “Laine, baby, what are you doing here?” Parliament smiled, showing his golds and licking his light pink lips. He looked Hispanic as hell but he swore he was black so people rolled with it.

  “I’m looking for one of your video hoes.” I half smiled and dropped it. Wasn�
��t in the mood to be all nice; I wanted to get at this bitch.

  “Who?” his friend inquired.

  “Gabrielle Mari.”

  Before I could get it out good, all of them started hooting and hollering; I guess because they knew what was up. It’d been an ongoing thing on Instagram with her claiming my nigga and making shit up, so it was no surprise that everyone knew why I was here. It’d been a few weeks coming.

  “She’s in the back, baby; but, Laine, you’re too pretty for this shit. Come get at a real one—”

  “Nigga, bye.” I put my hand up and slipped past Parliament in search of the lunch area.

  I spotted a group of girls in thongs and bras, and when I approached them about Gabrielle, they were all too happy to point me in her direction. I found her sitting outside with another bitch, and they were eating some kind of pasta salad and laughing.

  “Excuse you!” Gabrielle barked at me when I tossed her food onto the floor.

  “Bitch, you think this is a game?” I frowned, eyebrow raised.

  Laughing, she glanced her friend’s way. Her friend looked like she wanted no parts of what I was ready to serve to Gabrielle.

  “Look Laine, your man wanted—”

  WHAM!

  I punched Gabrielle and her head popped back, before she hopped up from the table and started coming towards me. She reached for my bun, so I grabbed a handful of her fucking hair as well since it was gon’ be that type of party, and started beating her face in like I was tenderizing a fucking steak. All I knew was we were spinning in circles, and she had a good grip on my hair as I fucked her face up. I was getting nauseous so if I threw up on her ass that was her fault.

  “Ahhhh! Oh my gosh! Call somebody!” I heard who I think was her friend screaming as other girls gasped and commented. I didn’t know, I was too focused on bashing her head in.

  “Laine, Laine, baby, you gon’ kill her!” I heard Parliament as he tried to pull me away. “Gabby, let her hair go before she kills yo’ ass!” he roared angrily as I punched her relentlessly.

  Gabrielle finally let my hair go, realizing Parliament’s words were true.

  WHAM!

  I gave her one more to the eye just before Parliament yanked me backwards.

  Laughing and grinning widely, I yelled, “Make another post about my nigga, bitch, and I’m gon’ do worse than that! You thirsty thot!”

  Gabrielle just stood there with blood coming from everywhere on the lower part of her face, and her eyes were bruising. She was screaming some shit like she was just so damn mad, while crying and punching her hand.

  “I’m gon’ kill her!” Gabrielle growled, but I knew it was just to save face. She didn’t want this again and I bet she’d never speak on Mischief ever.

  As Parliament carried me back through the warehouse to leave, we passed more hoes so I hollered, “Any of you hoes come at my nigga I’m gon’ give y’all that same work!”

  None of them responded, they just watched me like I was crazy as Parliament and his homies laughed unwillingly.

  I knew this would be on the blogs later, and I prayed all these other bitches watched and fucking learned.

  Chaz

  I lathered up and began to scrub down my body in the shower with my mind on a whole bunch of shit. Ever since Erynne acted like she ain’t have no damn sense at Chanel’s house, her mama Louise wasn’t trying to fuck with me like that. She’d let me talk to Chanel on the phone, but coming over wasn’t an option. However, today, since Chanel was feeling a little bit worse, her mother agreed to let me come by and see her which I was thankful for.

  I low-key wanted to break my attachment to this girl, but it was hard as hell. Knowing that she had to go through this shit at such a young age, constantly fucked with my head. I know it’s fucked up to say, but a part of me wishes that I hadn’t ever met her ass, because I knew once she passed I would be fucked up.

  As I was about to rinse the soap off, Erynne got into the shower with me so I turned my back. I hadn’t talked to her since it happened and that was a couple days ago. I hated to ignore my wife, but I couldn’t get over the fact that she acted like a fucking fool in front of them people.

  “Don’t touch me,” I stated calmly when I felt her small hand press against my back.

  She immediately removed her hand, and when I turned to face her, she’d started washing her sexy body. It took everything in me not to fuck the shit out of her since I’d been missing out, but because I loved her, I refused to just use her for my needs at the moment.

  The shower was pretty big, so I was able to slip past her and open the shower door to grab my towel. I closed the glass door behind me, and as I wrapped the towel around my waist I saw her staring at me from within the shower like a sad ass puppy. That shit wasn’t gon’ work though.

  I brushed, flossed, and rinsed my mouth, and by that time, she was out the shower and doing the same thing. When I left the bathroom, I could hear her rustling to hurry up and follow me out. When she yelped from running into something, I chuckled lowly to myself as I slipped some boxers on.

  “Oww,” she whined, trying to get my attention.

  I ignored her, attempting to hold in my laughter as I pulled a wife beater down over my head. I could feel her glaring at the side of my face, before she started towards me and grabbed my arm with her little ass hand.

  “You want a divorce?”

  I just cleared my throat and sat down on the edge of the bed to put my socks on. She stood there in front of me, wrapped in her towel with her hair tied up in one of them balls. She looked good, especially them deep chocolate thighs that were begging for me to get in between them. I licked my lips at the sight of them, and then glanced up to her face to see she was frowning.

  “Chaz!”

  “What! Damn! I don’t wanna talk to yo’ ass.”

  “Why!”

  “Because you acted a fucking monkey at them people’s house like you ain’t got no fucking sense, Erynne! I don’t give a fuck what you thought was happening, you should have handled yo’self better! I didn’t marry no fucking hood rat!” I shot up off the bed and barked down into her face, prompting tears to spill down her cheeks.

  “She was bleeding, Chaz! She said she still had a period which is impossible when you have ovarian cancer that far along!”

  “Oh, okay,” I chuckled. “And umm, where the fuck is yo’ medical degree?”

  “I don’t have one but—”

  “Exactly, so shut the fuck up.”

  “You shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me to shut the fuck up, nigga! I’ll whoop yo’ ass!” She stared up in my face and I just picked her up and moved her to the side so I could get to my closet. She continued to go in like a little ass Chihuahua, but I paid her no mind. “She is not sick with cancer, Chaz!”

  “Look at the girl! Did you see her or are you blind to that too?”

  “Yes, she is sick, I can see that, but it’s not what they’re saying it is! She shouldn’t have a period! I know because my dad’s cousin had it and she didn’t have a menstrual when she was looking like Chanel!”

  “Oh, and every single cancer patient is the same, right?”

  She was pissing me the fuck off. Just because a family member had the shit, she felt like she knew every damn thing in the world about ovarian cancer. Well clearly, she ain’t know shit because the girl looked damn near dead to me and everybody else with working eyes.

  “No, they’re not all the same.” Erynne came behind me and hugged me tightly, lying her head on my back. “I’m sorry. I guess I was just trying to make sure they weren’t playing you. I don’t wanna be like this, Chaz. We’re supposed to be different. This marriage is supposed to be different.”

  I inhaled sharply, and then peeled her arms from my torso before turning to her. Cupping her face in my hands, I leaned her head back and kissed her a couple times before looking down into her eyes for a moment.

  “We are different. But next time you think some shit ain’t right or is goin
g wrong, you need to chill and just talk to me when we get alone. You’re better than how you acted. That’s what I love about yo’ ass. You ain’t always acting like some skeezer with a loud ass mouth.”

  “I’m sorry.” She pouted, making me grin and chuckle.

  “I love you. And thank you for trying to take up for me, baby, but I don’t need that shit aight? I got it, and I got you.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “And I’m not asking you to not speak up. I just want you to be chill with it a little more, aight?”

  She nodded just before I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hands rubbed up and down my forearms as my hands stayed planted on the sides of her face.

  When we pulled away, she asked, “Are you still leaving?”

  “Yeah, I’m going to visit Chanel. Her mama said shit ain’t looking good again and since I ain’t been over there in a couple days, I want to see her.”

  “I hope she lasts a little longer.”

  “Shit, me too. This shit got me sick already so I can only imagine how I’m gon’ feel when she actually goes over.”

  “Yeah.” Erynne rubbed my back. “Want me to come along?”

  “Nah, I think you’ve done enough and Louise probably wouldn’t even open the damn door if yo’ ass was standing next to me.” She flashed her pretty smile just as I bit my lip while gripping her ass. “Be here when I get back in a couple hours. Don’t have on no panties. I wanna walk straight up and eat some pussy. I’ll text you when I’m close.”

  “Okay.” She nibbled on her lip like she was ready right now.

  I left my crib and headed towards Chanel’s spot. I’d already gotten her some flowers yesterday when I knew I was coming, and I hoped the shit didn’t bother her. It was hard as hell buying gifts for someone who was sick because you just never fucking knew.

  I parked on the street once I made it there, and then jogged up the incline like always. After knocking, I waited a few moments and got nothing. Just as I was about to knock again, I heard someone unlocking the door, and then Louise appeared.