Blu’s broken now. I'm the reason why shit work right when Lorenzo outta town. After he almost took over The H, he left. Guess he still couldn't fuck over Rockwell...
And now Lorenzo choosing Rockwell over me. I almost had him when he moved to Chicago. I know it was to be closer to that bitch while she was in college. But this nigga was barely on the rise, still taking pointers from Santi. Man, Lorenzo was almost mine. I can feel that as I clean off the counters and put food away.
“Aye Trini, thought you left,” Lorenzo says, stepping into the kitchen. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck.
“Nope. Papi, them hoes was actin’ a fool tonight huh?” I put the dishrag down and grind up against him. No matter how much of a pussy nigga he is over Rockwell, Lorenzo is the strongest nigga I know. “Almost done cleaning up, want me to wait for you in bed?”
“Not tonight.”
He knows I’m heated, but dude just smacks my ass. So, I play my role and joke. “Aye, nigga. No touching if you ain’t fucking.”
“I’m heading up to bed, Trini. Make sure e’erbody step the fuck out before you lock up and leave.”
As he walks away, I’m stunned. We ain't exclusive. I know Lorenzo got other chicks in different area codes. I he in The H, but I ain't around, okay cool. What the fuck am I a ghost today? Now I feel like nothing.
Chapter 14
LORENZO
Soon as I make it to my room, Rockwell is coming out of the bathroom with a towel around her shapely body and her long hair-dripping wet.
“Hey,” she says softly, eyes red.
“Why you cryin’?” Shit, I already know. But after what Octavia told Chuey, I wanna know if Rockwell still trusts me like she did before.
“Nothing.”
Soon as she tries to downplay the bullshit, I step up to her hard, and say, “Nah, a nigga ain’t stupid. This my place, you know I got ears. Why you letting the lame put hands on you?”
This shit got me ready to go find Raphael myself. I remember when we were kids, a nigga look at her funny, disrespect by tryna holler at her sadity ass I was on it. Lil’ mama couldn’t even walk through the projects without me making sure she was straight all because she was my queen.
“You don’t even understand… That was a long time ago, Lorenzo.” She sits on the edge of my bed and starts brushing her hair, as if we’re done talking.
The fuck? Rocky has been raised to not take no shit from any nigga, not even from me. So her saying ‘it was a long time ago’ don’t mean shit. But now I’m thinking, this ain’t my ace. I don’t’ even need to give a fuck about her.
“Aye,” I shout, Rockwell’s shoulders flex. “Has your bitch ever hit Junior?”
Rockwell glares at me. “You think I’d let somebody hurt… my son?”
“Would say nah, but yo’ ass brand new.”
She drops the brush, and comes to me. Her tiny hands grab my face before I can step back. “Lorenzo, you know me. You always have. You know when you can come get this, and you know when and just how to push my buttons. You know I’d never let nobody hurt my child as sure as you know just how much I care for you.”
I remove her hands from my face. But Rocky puts her arms around me, and her head to my chest. “Lorenzo I love you. What if shit woulda been different? I figured out why you were mad at me. Bae, my mom fucked up Thanksgiving when we were barely 20, remember? Then my mom invited me out to dinner to apologize. Since she didn’t invite you, I was going to go and let her ass now exactly how much I love you, Lorenzo. But my sneaky ass mom had some boy from church met me at the restaurant instead of coming herself. I sat down with the guy for a few minutes and we had a laugh about how fucking crazy my mom is,” Rocky explains, holding me tightly. “Renz, I know your ass got ears and eyes all over Illi. Shit, you probably heard I went on a date with some lame, right? Then typical Lorenzo, you showed your ass. When I came by to tell you that I was pr… that I was still in love with your evil ass that morning, I seen Shamika in your bed. You was too damn hard to say something. I knew I should have still fought for you. Bae, all I cared about, ever would care about is always you!”
“Aye, shut the fuck up with that shit.” I push her away. All Rocky tryna do is blame her moms for wanting to get her an educated ass lame. Shit, I know Lashawn only give a fuck about one thing. Money. So, she tricked Rockwell into going out on a dinner date with the richest, irrelevant that she could find. Now, Rockwell thinks she has it all with that muthafucka she married. I make more than her dude makes in a year probably in five minutes. Rockwell shoulda played her cards right from jump. I’m on the come up and I had loved this bitch.
The foul thing about it? Soon as one of my peoples showed me a few texted photos messages of Rocky laughing, and chopping it up with that non-factor I realized that lacing lil’ mama down was a scrap. We had different ideas. She wanted to be a fashion designer, that’s a different fucking world than I needed to be in. No matter how long and hard I tried to fit in. And a nigga was getting ready to propose. Rocky let that ship sail.
Rockwell keeps trying to plead with me, her hazel eyes all wet with tears. As she tries to hug me, I grab her shoulders and look down at her. Speaking loud and clear, I say, “If you ain’t giving up the pussy tonight, take your little short ass to sleep.”
After that one night Rockwell, been keeping them legs shut the fuck down. It ain’t gon’ be no talking with me tonight. Just fucking.
“Renz, I love you,” she pouts.
“You want to hear a nigga say I love you? Shit, you the first and last that I ever said that too.” I start for the door. Trinidad probably is still cleaning the kitchen.
“Don’t leave,” she calls. “Please.”
“Ain’t finna say I love you, Rockwell,” I shrug. “Never will. You missed that train letting your mom hook you up with … what was it some medical student and tryna get me bodied.”
“But I told you soon as I got to the restaurant, I was respectful and just left.” She wipes the tears away. “Okay, don’t say you love me then. You never said it before anyway. Least be a fuckin’ man. Put it down.” The towel drops from her body. Instantly I’m on pause while looking at lil’ mama’s sexy ass body. Round hips, thick thighs, and I glimpse that fat ass even from the front. As if she’s hard, Rocky says, “Right now I need you, Lorenzo. I need you to be a man, and–”
“The fuck? Be a man?” I drop to my knees and shove her legs over my shoulders. “Girl, you ain’t finna have me say I love you. Never that.”
“I will, Renz!” She is so muthafuckin' beautiful tryna buck up on me.
My tongue goes to her clit, causing her thighs to shake. Taking a deep breath of the pussy I ask, “You wanna hear the words?”
“Yes!”
I dip inside the pussy and then back out, toying with her. All games. She wanted it. So be it. “This is as much as you gon’ get from me.”
“Say you love me, Lorenzo… Renz, you still love me…” She murmurs, massaging my head as I feast off the honey from between her thighs. Damn this pussy always tasted like heaven.
I’m slurping up her first orgasm, then telling her ass, “Nah, I don’t love you.”
“Ye…yes you do…” She can’t barely breath, as I finger bang her asshole and dig out her pussy with my tongue. “Lorenzo, pah…pahleeezzz say you love me.”
She spasms as I ignore her. I come up for air and wipe my lips. “You want affection or you want the dick?”
“Affection.”
“Wrong answer.” I get up, the pipe straining against my jeans. Trinidad ass better still be here. Before my hand can turn the knob, Rockwell switches up.
Rocky huffs, her cute face set in that usual spoiled ass frown as she snaps, “Just gimme the dick, Lorenzo.”
I hop back on the bed and beat the breaks off it.
“Got-damn! Lorenzo!” She scratches up my back, biting my neck. I tear up the pussy so long her voice gets raw, and she can barely scream out my name. Her legs shake, I put the
m up together over one shoulder. Mind you I’m pissed the fuck off. “This dick better than ya husband’s?”
“You know it!”
“Whose pussy is it?” I shout, as lil’ mama scratches my back like a tigress.
“Lorenzo’s!!!!”
“I own you,” I look her straight in the eye, and fight that pussy. Slamming my dick into her guts. Rocky gives her best fuck face. She taking everything I’m dishing. Then she gets on top, and rides it reverse cowgirl style.
I grip those hips, she looks back at her ass and tells me whose it belong to. Don’t believe her but right now I can’t speak as that good good gooeyness drenches around my dick. Finally, we nut together, she lowers down on top of me and kisses my lips. “You ain’t gotta say it, Lorenzo. Words don’t mean shit. You always showed it, even when we was young’ns. Bae, you love me.”
Whateva, I’ll let her fall asleep to that thought.
Chapter 15
TRINDAD
“Snitchin’ ain’t a good look,” I tell Octavia as she sits in her barber chair, in the kitchen. Her hands are tied behind her back, and ankles tied to the base with duct tape. She’s still in those jean shorts I couldn’t stop looking at when at the party. And an ugly flowing blouse.
Soon as Chuey dropped her ass off, I was already posted across the street, sitting on my Harley smoking a blunt. She was tipsy ass fuck and let me in easy. Now I think she’s fully sober. If being drenched in gasoline didn’t do the trick, her eyes widened each time I light a match.
“Sorry, Octavia, Chuey ain’t gon’ get to enjoy the honeypot. See what happens when you fuck with me? Only right that I fuck you back, huh?” I light another match, watch the beautiful blues, and oranges of the fire. I let the match fall to floor. The flame is doused out as it descends and Octavia takes another breath. This bitch only breaths every few minutes after I drop another match that doesn’t stay lit.
When my dude was in the hospital fighting for his life, after Rockwell got Marcel and them to jump him, who was by his side? Day and night, I was there for him. Even when his momma hated on me and tried to get me put out. That’s when I listened to his messages. Man, it took me so long to figure out his fucking iPhone passcode. Rockwell’s lying ass had called a few days before to tell him that she was five months pregnant. Why outta the damn blue she wanna call this nigga? Nah, she wanted him to know why his ass got jumped. So I deleted that. I helped him make this empire. And I've been waiting for us to take the North side of Hoover. Me and my dude. The Italian’s territory… I can see that shit now.
I take a puff then let the blunt fall to the floor. A frenzy of flames is sparked. For a moment, I’m good, standing at the door and watching this snitch ass bitch wriggle around in pain. Wish I didn’t duct tape her lips. I love to hear the screams, but this is a nosey ass apartment building. So I’m mesmerized by the beautiful colors. Blue. Orange, yellow. The rainbow starts to climb up her feet, those thick brown thighs, and then she’s a burst of gorgeous colors.
Fire. I take a deep breath of the smell of burning skin. Damn, mmmm. Then I step out.
Chapter 16
ROCKWELL
The next morning, I just lay in my nigga’s arms for a minute as he sleeps. It’s like we were 16 and 17 again, I was still a virgin. He’d sleep over and at first I’d be at fear of my daddy coming into my room even though it was locked. Lorenzo is just so peaceful in his sleep that I forget even now that my nigga has stacked bodies.
I want to wake him up with some morning love, to show my thanks for how he good Lorenzo made me feel last night. But I sigh deeply and unwrap those ropy strong arms from my tiny frame. Me and Elisha had been real disrespectful to his crib, I need to go clean the darn kitchen.
When I got downstairs, the kitchen counters gleamed and everything was put away. So I did the next best thing and grabbed two dozen eggs out the fridge, some chorizo and other ingredients that Momma Rita taught me and got to work since a few of Lorenzo’s homies are scattered all around the house.
After a while some of the guys got up. Chuey sat at the table eating the food faster than I could make it. Now I see why he’s called ‘Chuey’. Dude is nice and buff, but he can pack the food away. Nelly turnt up the speakers and here came my Junior rubbing his eyes. We were almost done eating by the time Lorenzo came down. Dude stepped in the kitchen looking fine as fuck in a fitted hat, new jeans, and a tee. But to top that his little cousin Sean was confessing love to me at that exact moment.
“Me amore...” Sean was saying like a Colombiano needing a green card. He hurried up and stepped away from me when Lorenzo gave him that look. I wasn’t tripping, Sean has too many baby mamas, and doesn’t look a day over 20.
“Look at this Cinderelito,” Chuey chimed in, eyeing Lorenzo. “You was up there sleeping off some good puss–coochie.”
“Boy, put the money in the jar,” I smack his arm as everybody laughs since we started a swear jar.
He looks at Junior then says, “Man, that ain’t even a cuss word.”
“Coochie is a bad word to a little kid dude,” his brother Sean says smacking the back of his head.
~~~
On Wednesday I asked Lorenzo to take me to my shop and he flat out refused.
“Boy how I look sitting under you every day. So you kidnapped me, but I've worked too damn hard for my store for it to go to shit. Take me now!” I stand at the doorway.
“To your fashion store?” He asks, looking at me like I'm stupid. “What happened to traveling the world and becoming a famous fashion designer?”
“What happened to ya hood mansion? Now I know you’re a Chevy dude, but at least rock one import to show you got it like that. Ooops you don’t!” I go in on him. This is the first time he's taken interest in me without wanting to smash. But this nigga is tryna be an asshole. And that shit hit home. Thinking about how I left for Italy to do big things. Two can play this game, but Lorenzo doesn't play it. He just says that I'm staying till we get the DNA papers back.
For the first time, I’m wondering how I’m going to react when Lorenzo reads those papers. Should I fake stupid like a Jerry Springer chick or try to call the lab and pay for some type of forgery? No matter how dumb I can be for Lorenzo, I know his ass is up to some shady shit so he doesn’t need to know about Junior being his child. I smack my lips and then ask about my cell phone again. “Nigga, so you don’t trust me?”
“Still don't trust ya husband, Rocky.”
“Can I at least call my employees?”
When he hands over his phone I roll my neck. “Nigga, I don't know these people numbers by heart.” After I take a seat on the patio, he disappears into the house. For the first time in days I see my phone. After speaking with Paula, who says the days have been slow, I sneak and try to call Raphael, but Lorenzo snatches my phone.
“Can a sistah play candy crush?”
“You can play with this lollipop,” this nigga gives that typical response when we were teens and I was a virgin.
“Cute,” I smirk, “Well, in the game lollipop gets SMACKED. Would you like that?”
The iPhone in my pocket rings and seeing Rita's number I answer
“Come and get Blu! Do you know how many times I've called?”
“Blu’s home!” I'm elated.
Rita sounds shocked. “Rockwell?”
“Uh, yes,” I look at the phone, trying to figure how she still sounds confused. Finally, realizing I still had Lorenzo’s iPhone. Before I can explain why I have it, I stop and wonder why she's so angry, but really want to just see my girl.
“Momma Rita, we’ll be there in a minute.”
~~~
I'm out the car before Lorenzo and Junior. The door is open and Blu sits on the patio with a plastic bag, and she's gripping it like that's her life
“Mi amor!” I go to her and hug her. My heart is breaking that she's so thin. This was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Dark caramel just like Lorenzo. The thickest, curliest black hair and lashes. I picture u
s all in the projects, Rita cooking. Lorenzo rolling a blunt while watching Blu teach me how to dance cumbia style. But I stop the tears from coming in my eyes so I don’t embarrass her.
I'm introducing my son when Rita comes out. Junior hasn’t seen Blu since he was a toddler. His preppy ass looks a little weary of the skin and bones before us or he's wondering why I'm crying and smiling at Blu too.
Then I go and hug Rita. “Mama Rita we've prayed so long for this.”
“Yes,” is all she says. I want to mention how many times and how long we rolled through the hood for Blu, just to get a reaction from Rita, but maybe she’s still in shock. Shit, I am too, just so happy.
Chapter 17
BLU
Fuck that bitch. Rocky reminds me of Stacy Dash from Clueless. Dumb as fuck. I let Rockwell hug me and then I don’t even say a word to her. Thought Elisha was mad at her after Tee Tee funeral, well I’ma just give her grimy ass the cold shoulder. How she look the first time coming around The H and it’s with another man not her damn husband? Always had loved Lorenzo more than me.
“Blu, we’ve been looking for you for so long,” Rockwell goes next to my moms. They’re both fake as they wanna be.
I rub the scars on my arms and roll my eyes away from their plastic attitudes. I look at my brah. Tempted to ask him to give me a bar of cocaine so I can get in my little corner and OD on that shit, but Raphael Junior is standing next to his momma looking all kindsa scared of me. Haven’t seen him since he was two, and I don’t think he remembers me either. “Lorenzo, is you taking me with you or nah?”
“Nah. You are Moms problem, unless you wanna find that bitch ass Henry?” He mentions our deadbeat black daddy.
I shake my head.
“Renz!” Rockwell pops him in the shoulder, but he just glares at her.
“It’s a’ight, brah.” Now I’m glaring at Lorenzo. If this was a showdown, we’d all be dead. “Find our daddy, bet that nigga won’t take care of me.”
“Let's go inside,” Rita says.
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