Can't Leave It Alone
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Desmond frowned, “You following me?”
She appeared appalled, “Now, why would I do that?” she stepped into his personal space. His boys didn’t back up one bit, meaning they had a little audience.
“Then what you doing around here?” Desmond cut straight to the chase, not in the mood for her games.
She quickly glanced at all the prying eyes on her. “You don’t think we needed to talk?”
He waved his head. “I’ve said all that I gotta say. What…you trying to go to the lab?”
She rolled her eyes, “Nigga, don’t act like I wasn’t ya bitch, no. Now you don’t know me like that and my child aint yours? I mean, what have I done for you to doubt me?”
“Baby girl,” he gripped the bridge of his nose. “Yo past aint exactly squeaky clean. Shit, act like Flip, Dino, and my nigga Bryan didn’t get a turn.”
Jada’s face turned beet red, as he put all her business out there. “You muthafucka!” she spewed, taking a swing.
Desmond was completely caught off guard, as her hand slammed across his face. “Bitch,” he seethed, as he yoked her up. With fury, he slung her around like a ragdoll, before Jahrein intervened.
“Nigga, let her make it. Them laws is hot out here.” Jahrein whispered in an irate Desmond’s ear.
Jada’s two cousins Cheeki and Daleesa hopped out of the whip. “De-De, you got my cousin fucked up! You heard me!” Daleesa shouted.
Everyone was so caught up in the ruckus that they didn’t notice Raven’s black on black Bentley pull up. The first thing she noticed was Jada bouncing all over the place, screaming at the top of her lungs.
“I aint pregnant no mo, and you got me wrong! It can go down! Shit, I got people, and they ready for whatever.” She swung her hands back and forth, indicating that she was ready for another round with Desmond.
Jaylen stood back, enjoying the scene. But the entire situation felt like dejavu for Jahrein. He’d been there before with his baby mama, Tyra, and the shit was nerve wrecking. “Say, lil’ mama, you need to move around wit all that.”
Jada snarled, “I don’t need to do a muthafuckin’ thang! Who the fuck you supposed to be?”
“Bitch, I’m the nigga that don’t give a fuck about you,” Jahrein furrowed his brows, as he spoke calmly. “Either you can leave on ya own or you can be removed. The choice is yours.”
“And I aint fucking you!” Jada lashed. “You talk to ya bitch like that. You don’t fucking know me! Bullshit ass nigga!”
“And I don’t wanna know you,” Jahrein waved his head. “Ya whack ass coming over here, running a nigga down. Step ya game up. Looking like you snatched that shit out the dirty clothes, and came straight over. Maybe if you got them yellow ass teeth cleaned you might get one of my lil’ niggas to snatch ya ugly ass up as a side hoe.”
Feeling beyond embarrassed, she hocked up and spat on Jahrein.
“Bitch, you don’t know me!” Raven belted, as she seemingly came out of nowhere, and attacked Jada in five inch Ferragamo stilettos. Jada never saw her coming, and was on her back in the blink of an eye.
Her cousins attempted to approach Raven, but were immediately shoved back by several men working in the shop. Jada was on her own, and was getting stomped.
Desmond stood back with a smirk. There wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his heart. The more Jada showed her ass, the less he cared for her. There wasn’t anything left in limbo. He didn’t want her, anymore, and deeply desired for her to fall off the face of the earth.
Raven relented once she grew tired. “This hoe is done,” she breathed, as she patted her hair, making sure that it was still intact. “You dead on these streets. You better take ya bitch ass back to Louisiana.” She chided, as she observed Jada crawl to her feet. “Or you gonna fight every time I see you. But it won’t be me no more. I don’t scrap with hoodrats on a regular. But I got some young bitches that love to get out there.”
Knowing that she was in Raven’s backyard, Jada nodded. “You got that.” She limped back to her car, admitting defeat.
“Fuck all you hoe ass niggas!” Cheeki blurted, as they scurried back to the Beamer.
“Bitch, shut ya dusty ass up!” Jaylen lashed. “And get the fuck off my property.”
Reluctantly, they all dropped down into the car, and skirted out of the lot.
Desmond shook his head, “That bitch always gotta learn the hard way.”
Chapter 20
“Thinking of you brings tears to my eyes. Seems yesterday, we were planning our lives. I'm so confused, wonderin' why. How could you leave without sayin' goodbye?” Ryan sang Tracy Spencer’s “Still in My Heart”. “Picture your smile inside of my head. Still smell your cologne all over my bed. Miss you so much, I pray every night that the angels are watching and treating you right…”
Desmond stood in the doorway of their kitchen, studying her. She appeared oblivious to his presence, as she sung while washing the dishes. After longing for her through the years, he never took days like this for granted. Everything was peaceful in their home, and nothing else mattered.
“De-De,” she sang, acknowledging his presence. “Memories keep holding me down. There’s just no fun when you’re not around.” She glanced over her shoulder, and gave a smile. “You’re still in my heart…”
He chuckled, “You play too much.”
“I know,” she laughed.
With slickness, he eased his way over to her, and wrapped his arms around her. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear.
She bubbled over with joy. “I know.”
He squeezed tightly. She relaxed in his embrace, and exhaled. “Daddy, I swear I want this forever.”
He nodded, without uttering a word.
“And I’ve been thinking. I’m so ready to completely put the past behind us. All of it. So, I’ma need you to really put in an effort in getting a DNA test from Jada. I don’t want her to be an issue for a second longer than she has to be.”
Again he nodded. “Okay. But let me ask you this…”
“What’s up?”
“What if the baby’s mines?”
She sighed, “Then we’ll take care of him. The whole not knowing is what I have a problem with. We can’t let this bitch play games with us.”
“You aint never lied.” He waved his head. “But yeah, I’ma hit her ass up. At this point I’m willing to do whatever to get her ass out of my life.”
******
Pulling up to his old neighborhood, Jacob had a nostalgia feeling. Everything was the exact same as he remembered it, and he was embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t been there in years. The lines between his crime life and lawyer’s life had become obscured.
Hopping out of his Ferrari, all eyes were on him. He’d dressed down this day, opting to wear True Religion burgundy distressed jeans and a beige True t-shirt. His thousand dollar high-top trimmed with gold mirror Giuseppe sneakers brought the urban look together, yet screamed paid!
“Uh oh. Say it aint so,” Smoke jawed, as he eyed his flashy cousin. “That nigga done came to the hood to see ya boy.”
Jacob grinned, “You funny, man.”
“But that’s real talk,” Smoke chuckled as he and Jacob embraced in a hug. “You shinning, though. I see ya.” He acknowledged.
Jacob licked his lips, as he stepped onto his aunt’s porch. “Aye, I can’t complain.”
“For sho’.” Smoke agreed.
“What’s up?” Jacob spoke to all the knuckle heads lingering around. He hadn’t been in the mix, and all those faces were unfamiliar to him.
“’Sup?” everybody mumbled, reluctantly speaking.
“So, how does it feel to be free, man?” Jacob inquired, as he studied his cousin. Smoke was once a pretty dude with soft curly hair, and hazel grey eyes. Now his exterior had hardened. His skin was riddled with tattoos, and he actually had several in his face. There was a long scar extended from his temple to the bottom of his jaw, indicating that someone had sliced his face open.
Jacob cut his eyes, “Nigga, you just did more than eight years. I thought that would be the last thing on your mind.”
Smoke rubbed his abs, “Yeah, but I gotta eat. Aint nobody trying to hire a man with seven felonies and three of them are violent offenses. I mean, you of all people should know how that is.”
“Indeed I do. But jumping back headfirst aint a good look. Now, if getting paper is your concern…I can help you with that. All that other shit, we’ll play by ear.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” they slapped hands. “Family looking out for family.” Smoke tugged at his sagging jeans. “But it’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.” He gestured his head, indicating that he wanted them to step out of earshot.
“What’s up?” Jacob quizzed, as soon as they were away from prying ears.
“Man…” Smoke hesitated. “Have you heard anything about the niggas that did Kemo?”
Jacob was briefly caught off guard by the question. His little cousin Kemo had been murdered a couple of months after Smoke was shipped to the penitentiary. At the time, Jacob was so deep in the streets, traveling from state to state that he didn’t know what the hell was going on with his family back in Houston. One day he just received a call from his aunt, telling him that Kemo had been murdered. The thing was, young Kemo was so wild that the list of suspects were countless. He was always in the center of some form of beef. From the niggas from other blocks to a few hating friends he kept around him, there were simply too many to sort out. In fact, the nigga who claimed to be the last man to see Kemo alive was one of the grimiest people around, so his word wasn’t shit.
“Nah, man.” Jacob shook his head. “Everybody on the team got their ears to the streets. Even Jacobi haven’t heard a thing.”
“Well, some niggas in the pen claim that it was over this little bitch he was dealing with. Her anty used to live up the street from here. I can’t remember her name, but I know her face. It was said that her nigga killed Kem. They probably set him up.”
“So, do you know where this chick is?”
Smoke scrounged, “Come on, man. I just got out, and them people moved away right after I got locked up. A lot of niggas hadn’t even met her, because she wasn’t from around here. As soon as she came around Kemo was the first nigga on her. So nah, I aint seen the bitch. But I was hoping that you knew something.”
“Smoke, if I had an inkling on who killed your little brother I’d be all over it. I mean, that’s fam. We just really didn’t know who to come at. You know how Kemo was. Shit, I had to save him from a few associates after he’d robbed them.”
Smoke nodded in understanding, “I hear ya, my nigga. But I’ma keep my little brother’s memory alive, and I’ma murder whoever took his fucking life.”
Jacob bobbed his head. “And I’ma have your back one hundred percent.”
******
“Ryan, you seen my belt?”
“Yeah, it’s in the closet,” she puffed on the blunt they’d been passing back and forth.
Desmond nodded, as she handed him the weed. “Why you aint getting ready?”
She squinted, “For what?”
“You coming with me to the testing lab, right?”
She dragged her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t think you’d want me to come. You know how I can get whenever I see that girl.”
He sucked his teeth, “On some real shit…fuck her.”
A cryptic smile invaded Ryan’s pretty face. “Is that right?”
“Hell yeah,” he yawned, as he slapped her thigh. “So, throw on some clothes. Kim is already here to keep the kids.” He informed her, referring to the on call nanny they now had.
“Okay,” she took a stretch in all her naked glory. They’d just gone a few rounds and were both still in their birthday suits. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She hopped up, and got into a boxing stance. “I’ll punch that pasty ass hoe in her throat.”
He chuckled, obviously high. “She might drop your ass.”
She scrounged. “My nigga, never that. The fuck I look like?”
“It’s cool,” he shrugged. “I’d jump in if I had to.”
“Oh yeah?” she sniggled, as she pushed him back and straddled him. With ease, she slid onto his hard on, before galloping up and down on his length.
“Shit,” he gritted, as he roughly gripped her ass cheeks. Ryan rode him wildly, rotating her hips, and squeezing her muscles around him. He pumped into her, intensifying both of their sensations.
In recent times, so many walls and barriers had been broken down. They’d both hadn’t felt this level of freedom since they were teens. Yes, there’d always be a sore spot, because Bryan wasn’t there with them, but they’d come to terms with it all. They were no longer slaves to their past. Their souls had been awakened and they were truly alive again. And they lived and breathed one another.
“Awww,” she gasped, as he bit her bottom lip. Although, she was on top, he was fucking the shit out of her. As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, he bucked wildly. He was going insane in the pussy.
“Oh God!” she screamed.
“Shhh,” he attempted to hush her.
“Ummm,” she tucked in her lips in efforts to quiet down.
“You like that?” he breathed.
She smiled, as began to have an orgasm. “Fuck like. I love this dick.”
He gave her a satisfied grin. “I know.”
******
“Bruh, tell me what the fuck is this?”
Jada sighed, as BG held her phone in front of her. “That’s Dashon’s daddy.”
“Dashon’s daddy?” he repeated in disgust. “You been fucking with De-De’s hoe ass?”
She rolled her eyes, “Yea, BG, but that’s old.”
“Bitch!” he spewed, as he reached back and slapped her. “And you never bothered to mention that? He’s the fucking enemy!”
“That was your beef!” she shouted, as her face turned crimson red. “It was never mines. Never!” she cried.
“Oh it wasn’t, huh?” he tilted his head. “So, you’s a innocent bystander in all this shit, right?”
“I played my part, but, no, I never wanted it to go that far. No!”
“Ooh okay,” he nodded. “So, you wasn’t happy about what happened to your girl?”
Tears clouded her vision. “Don’t do that,” she waved her head. “Don’t put that on me…I never said to do anything to herrrr!”
“Bitch,” he gripped her throat. “Don’t play this role. Those tears don’t move me. You a snake in my fucking eyes. And you better do something to redeem your fucking self.”
“But BG…”
“Shut up!” he cut her off, as he tightened his grip.
“From here on out, I’ma call the fucking shots. And you’ll do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
She sniffled a bit.
“Do you hear me?!” he belted, causing her to fearfully flinch.
“Ye…yea.”
“Good. Now, go get dressed, and meet up with that hoe ass nigga.”
******
“Excuse me,” Jada mumbled.
Ryan didn’t utter a word, nor move an inch.
Jada attempted to squeeze past Ryan and another chick in the lobby of the DNA testing lab.
“Bitch, you better watch your step.” Ryan snarled, as Jada placed Dashon’s carrier on the floor with him tucked inside.
Jada couldn’t believe that Ryan was there, and still on the bullshit. At the very least, she thought that Desmond would have put his foot down for the occasion. After all, his possible child was there.
“De-De, you really brought her here with this drama? I mean, you see that I have Dashon.” She attempted to appeal to his common sense.
With a shrug he nixed her off, “And his mama brings the drama wherever she goes. S
o, I bet he used to it by now.”
She waved her head, frustrated. “Where’s the respect for your son?”
“Well, knowing that you’d be here, I left my sons at the crib.”
“Okay,” she slid her tongue across her teeth. “He’s not yours.” She nodded. “We’ll see about that. I can’t wait to see the look on your face after the results come back.”
Ryan openly stared at baby Dashon. She wanted to keep an open mind and heart, but the child looked nothing like any of her children. She just didn’t see it.
Standing back on one leg, she placed a hand on her hip. “Shit, I can’t wait to see the look on your face.”
Jada rolled her eyes, forgetting that BG had roughed her up. The black ring around her eye spoke volumes.
“Looks like you been getting on everybody bad side. How’s your eye?” Ryan giggled.
“Fuck you,” Jada gritted.
Just thirty minutes later, all parties’ mouths had been swabbed and they were all headed back to their vehicles.
“Boy, boy boy,” Ryan animatedly swung her hair side to side. “Just three days away from the truth. Then the ducks will be clucking in another direction.”
Jada struggled with Dashon, as Desmond walked along with his messy bitch. “De-De, you could’ve helped us to the car. Don’t forget about your family over here.”
Ryan stopped and spun around. “His what?”
“You heard me,” Jada snaked her neck. “I wanna hear all that mouth, when he’s over at my spot visiting his son. I bet shit won’t be so funny then.”
Ryan smiled, surprising Jada. She was certain that her last statement would get a rise out of her.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Oh, I know.” Ryan nodded.
“Nah, lil’ mama that nigga will be right at the spot. And there aint shit you can do about it. You just better clench them sheets a little tighter, cause you might got that head, but that dick got a mind of its own. It’s sure to roam.”
Desmond scrounged. “Jada, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know how you are,” she pointed a finger.
He agitatedly rubbed the side of his face. “Man…you really need to get some help. I don’t know how many ways I gotta tell you that I aint fucking wit you. Whatever we had is over. Whatever we did have was nothing. I mean, nothing. I don’t know why we even going through the motions. That’s a cute lil’ dude you got there. And I wish yall the best, but he aint got some magical power to make me want you. Regardless, of the results I’ma still see you the same way. A fucking headache. So, we just really trying to see if this headache is short term or will we have it for eighteen years. Either way it’s some shit that I really don’t want.”