My Baby Is A West Coast King 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  My Baby Is a West Coast King III

  By

  Shvonne Latrice

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Chapter One: Chaz Benjamin

  After stopping by Kordell’s to get my car, I headed towards the apartment I shared with Jade, which wasn’t too far.

  I admit I was nervous as hell about today because I was unsure of what her reaction would be. Lately, it seemed like she loved me how she used to, and I didn’t want to see her cry over this shit. If I could have made our marriage work I would have, but shit had gone too far to the damn left. No matter what I told myself, I just didn’t feel the same way about Jade. And it wasn’t because of Erynne. I’d felt Jade and I drifting apart way before I met her.

  When I pulled up on the street, I saw Jade’s car was parked outside.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. I didn’t feel like running into her ass.

  She’d tried contacting me since we last talked, but after constantly asking her for space, she finally gave up. This shit would be awkward right now if I went up in there, but I refused to show up at my lawyer’s office in the same shit I wore last night. I’d showered but I still felt dirty.

  I got out of the car, telling myself I would be quick by keeping the conversation to a minimum. Opening the front door to the apartment, I let out a sigh of relief to see she wasn’t in the living room. I rushed to the back, but when I got to my closed bedroom door, I heard Jade moaning. I knew her moans like the back of my fucking hand so it was no denying who it was.

  Was she fucking serious?

  “Ahhh, Adrian, fuck,” Jade whimpered as I listened to my muthafucking headboard hit the wall.

  “Get the fuck up outta my bed!” I roared, bursting off into the room. “You got me fu—”

  A bitch hopped from on top of Jade and out of the bed wearing a strap on, causing me to lose my train of thought. Jade covered her body with the sheet, looking at me like a sad puppy.

  This couldn’t be my damn life.

  “Honey, it’s—”

  “Nah, shut the fuck up,” I hissed to Jade, still staring at this bitch who’d been fucking her.

  “Don’t tell her to shut up,” the nigga-bitch had the nerve to say. I couldn’t really tell if she was the butch type or not, but her soft features and long hair made me believe she was pretty feminine, at least some of the time.

  “I say what the fuck I want to say to my bitch. Get yo’ ass up out of my crib before I fuck you up!”

  “Chaz, she’s a woman, don’t hit her!” Jade cried, as if I couldn’t see that shit myself.

  “Nah, she’s standing in my fucking bedroom with a dick between her legs and ashy ass knees! She looks just like a nigga to me! Now step!” I barked getting into that hoe’s face, pointing towards the front door.

  She quickly snatched her dress, bra, and panties up, before running out like I’d just told her to. I was on her heels, and before she even got past the threshold good, I slammed the got damn door and locked it. When I made it back to the bedroom, Jade was pulling one of her short ass nightgowns over her head.

  “So that’s what the fuck you’re into?”

  “No, Chaz. I was just… it was just fun. I love you, though.”

  Laughing, I massaged between my eyes and shook my head.

  “You love me but you were in here getting fucked, and by a bitch. Wow. How long you been gay, Jade?”

  “I’m not gay!” she hollered, folding her arms across her breasts.

  “You got issues. But it’s cool, I don’t wanna be with yo’ ass anyway. You keep fucking bitches and I’ll keep what I got. Matter fact, I’m about to go meet my lawyer so we can discuss us separating legally and forever.”

  I went to my drawer to pull out a t-shirt, a wife beater, and some jeans.

  “What?” her voice trembled.

  “It’s a wrap. I don’t wanna be with you no more and it’s obvious you don’t wanna be with me. Shit, I don’t have the right parts to keep you satisfied.”

  “Stop saying that! I’m not gay! Adrian was just nice to me, and one thing led to another. Chaz, we can get past this, baby.” She grabbed my wrist to try and pull me closer, but I snatched away.

  Back when I first got with Jade, people used to say that she’d fucked around with bitches, but she told me it was a rumor that started after she kissed this bitch during a game of truth or dare. I had no reason not to believe her ass because when I would be deep in them guts, she’d be cumming like Niagara Falls.

  In addition, I never saw her looking at bitches’ bodies or anything that would allude to the fact that she liked pussy. But in this moment, all I could think about was all them damn times the homies and homegirls would be telling my brothers and me that Jade was a lesbian.

  “So that’s it? We’re not gonna work on our marriage? You’re just gonna go be with that bitch and be done with me?”

  After changing my shirt, I towered over Jade and asked, “Do you honestly want to stay married to me, Jade? Do you want to be with me forever, and only me? That means not running off and getting ya pussy ate because you’re craving a bitch. Can you handle that?”

  “I umm… yeah, baby, I can. I told you I’m not gay. I just needed attention and Adrian was giving it to me. That’s all it was.”

  I chuckled and wiped down my low-cut beard, while staring down into her pretty ass face.

  “You can’t even be honest with me. I would respect yo’ ass more if you came to me on some real shit. I don’t have shit else to say to you. When you can come clean about liking females and aborting my baby, then we can talk. But regardless, I want a divorce. Shit has gone too far and I wanna be with Erynne anyway.”

  “You don’t love her, Chaz! She’s just got your attention now because I was slacking. She’s something to do for you, just like Adrian was something to do for me.”

  “You keep telling yaself that. I’ll hit you to discuss moving forward with the divorce.” I turned to leave after putting on some jeans and slipping into my Nikes.

  “I won’t agree to it. I made a vow before God and I won’t get a divorce!”

  “Then we’ll be married and I’ll be treating another bitch like my wife. Holding up the divorce ain’t gon’ do shit for you, baby. Take this way out before shit gets ugly because I promise you don’t want to be on my bad side any more than you already are.”

  After saying my piece, I dipped out and headed to see my lawyer in Downtown Long Beach. He wasn’t too upscale because a nigga wasn’t balling yet, but he was pretty good according to the reviews I’d read online.

  I’d done a lot of research because I wanted this shit to be handled properly. I needed to be free from this union with Jade, and I wanted to feel good while I was with Erynne. I didn’t want this to be some long drawn out shit that would have me getting gray hairs and arguing with Jade and Erynne from sun up to sundown. So if Jade planned to give me hell over this divorce, I was gon’ fuck her life up and that was on everything I fucking loved.

  “Mr. Benjamin, have a seat.” The lawyer Murray Johansson shook my hand and gestured towards the chair in his office.

  He was an old ass white man
who looked like he chain-smoked and enjoyed too many damn malt beverages. But shit, maybe that was the method to his madness. I didn’t give a fuck if the nigga hit lines every night before bed; if he could get me out of this marriage smoothly, I was rocking with him.

  “Thanks. As I explained to you through email and the phone conversations, I need this divorce to be on some quick shit. I got a girl already and she ain’t too happy that I’m married still.” I got straight to the point. I didn’t want to be offered any beverages or asked how my day was going; I came to do and talk business, nothing else. And I damn sure didn’t care about what the fuck his ass was going through, so that was a conversation he could save for his other clients.

  “Yes, I have the emails printed here.” He shoved his semi long hair back. “Now you did mention your girlfriend to me over the phone, Mr. Benjamin, and I have to say that, that may be a problem.”

  “How so?”

  “I uh, well, umm, it may appear that you have been unfaithful to your wife and that—”

  “I just caught that bitch in the bed getting fucked by another bitch. I wish the fuck she would try to come at me about mine,” I hissed as if he’d known about the incident earlier. I could literally feel how twisted the fuck up my face was. Staring at him, I knew he was scared as fuck of me and about to shit his pants. On the outside looking in, I appeared to be some thug ass nigga, but I liked to think I was pretty chill.

  “Wow, okay.” He wrote something down. “When did this happen?”

  “Today! This fucking morning!”

  He nodded while writing. “Even though you caught your wife in a compromising position, to my understanding, she hasn’t been open in public with this relationship like you have with yours. Am I right?”

  “So what are you saying?” I turned my lip up, irritated that he was beating around the damn bush. Not to mention, I was hot as a muthafucka at the fact that Jade was getting fucked in our bed that I paid for.

  “I’m saying to keep your relationship with your girlfriend under the radar until the separation is in place. It’d be even better though if you could keep it on the low as you people say, until the divorce is done.”

  “You people?”

  “I uh, yeah. I mean you younger kids. My daughter is always saying it.” He cleared his throat and I just nodded, leaning my back up against the chair I was sitting in.

  I knew what he was telling me to do would piss Erynne off, but shit, if she wanted me all to herself, and if I wanted to keep from giving Jade half my shit, Erynne was gonna have to suck that shit up and just take this dick on the low low.

  Shai “Mischief” Benjamin

  That night…

  “Nah, but I got enough women problems. You know Brooke? That little ghetto light-skinned bitch that Kordell used to fuck with?”

  “The one with the loud ass mouth that have you wanting to knock the dog shit out of her?” The homie Nate raised his brow.

  I laughed while nodding my head.

  “Yeah, her. That bitch told my brother I got her pregnant. But that ain’t the worst part; my damn father is helping her lie about the shit, claiming he caught us in my old bedroom.” I sat back and shook my head, trying to think of why Brooke was saying this bullshit.

  My dad I understood because he hated me; always had. He didn’t like the fact that his wife was attracted to me. Instead of realizing that shit wasn’t my fault and that she was sick in the head, he acted as if I was some other nigga on the street trying to take her. Then to add insult to injury, I wouldn’t work with him within his drug empire.

  So like I said, his motives were clear and concise, but Brooke, that bitch knew I never fucked her. And she loved Kordell like a fat bitch loved cake, so I wasn’t understanding why she’d want to make him think the child wasn’t his and was mine. All I knew was that if she came at me again with the shit, I was murking her. She’d be going into labor any day now, and I’d be swabbing that baby if I had to, to prove me right to my brother, not to myself…

  “Yo’ dad always been on some fuck shit, no disrespect,” Nate said, looking down at his phone screen. “Aye, nigga, yo’ girl got a sex tape?”

  Snatching my eyes from my old home, I looked over at this nigga with bucked eyes. He reached his phone out to me, and I looked down at the screen to see one of them gossip blogs had posted the shit to Instagram. My blood began to boil as I watched the little ass clip, seeing they’d tagged Laine and me, even though the person in the video with her obviously wasn’t my ass. It was definitely Laine though because I knew her body and her moans very well. The blog was just trying to make sure I saw the shit.

  “I can’t believe—”

  “Oh shit!” Nate hollered.

  “Aye, Mr. Producer!”

  POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

  I slid down out of the chair, feeling a burning sensation all in my torso and my calf, as bullets continued to fly. My vision became blurry as I watched the 1978 Chrysler New Yorker speed off down the street and hook a right on Oleander Avenue.

  I blinked slowly, knowing I was gonna die, so I just fell back as some woman from across the street screamed at the top of her lungs, holding a crying toddler. I remembered my heart beating damn near out of my chest before everything went black.

  I called this shit. I knew it was my time coming soon.

  ***

  Some hours later…

  I opened my eyes confused as fuck, and feeling like I couldn’t move at all. My head was pounding and I didn’t really know where the hell I was. It was dark as fuck in the room I was in, with a door in the corner that was cracked. I could see that whatever was behind the door was lit up, so it gave the room I was in some illumination.

  Slowly turning my head, I looked to see my baby girl laid out in a long chair with my hoodie on. It came to her knees and it appeared that she didn’t have any pants on, which immediately pissed me off.

  “Shai?” Laine quizzed after I groaned, before she got up and came closer. “Baby, you’re awake?” She hugged my neck and I whimpered lowly in pain.

  Backing off quickly, she rushed to cut on a bright ass light, before leaving the room. It seemed like only a millisecond passed before she came back with about one hundred muthafuckas who started fussing over me, removing shit from my mouth and trying to ask me shit.

  “Mr. Benjamin, if you understand what I’m saying to you, please lift your hand!” one of the ugliest bitches I’d ever seen questioned me for the hundredth time.

  I lifted my hand, and she smiled before nodding to her colleague. Another nurse entered with some water, and then the doctor came in as well. After they fucked with me some more, they finally left Laine and me alone. It was silent as I gulped down the water, lubricating my throat so that I’d be able to talk to her.

  “Baby, I’m so happy you woke up.”

  “Am I really alive?”

  Chuckling, showing me that sexy ass smile of hers, she nodded as she pushed a chair closer to the bed.

  “Yes, you’re alive. They shot you nine times but you made it, baby. I’m so happy too.”

  “Nate, where is Nate?”

  Her smile faded slightly, but it was still there.

  “The bullet went through his eye, Shai. He was dead when the ambulance arrived.”

  For a moment I just looked at her, not believing the shit that was coming out of her mouth. Nate was like my brother, and the thought of me never seeing the homie again almost brought a real nigga to tears.

  “I’m gon’ kill them niggas,” I stated calmly, letting my head fall back against the pillow. That shit made my fucking stomach hurt. Not Nate, man. Fuck!

  “No, Shai, you don’t need to be—”

  “This isn’t a discussion between us two, Laine. Them niggas killed the homie, so I’m gonna kill their asses. That’s how this shit works. You don’t roll up on me and shoot at me and think shit is gonna be gravy. And you should know better.”

  “I just don’t want you being in some war, Shai. Especially
not while we’re having a ba—”

  “And what the fuck is this sex tape you got, huh?” I barked, my memory coming back as I sipped my water and stared at her open and close her mouth. “You were giving my shit up behind my back?”

  “What? No, Shai.”

  In the tape, the person had their head between Laine’s legs, eating her pussy. The angle they recorded from was the side, so all you could see were her thighs and her stomach, which had that belly ring with my initial hanging from it. The bitch eating her pussy had some long ass black hair, and was going to town like she hadn’t had a meal in days. Female or male, I didn’t want anybody near my shit, so I was still hot. I was a very territorial muthafucka, especially when it came to Laine.

  “Then how yo’ damn pussy get in her mouth?”

  “I was drunk and I don’t know, it just happened.”

  “Like with me and that bitch back at the club?”

  “Okay, but the difference is that you were in a relationship when that happened and I wasn’t. I could have had sex with anybody I wanted!”

  “Nah, you couldn’t have. And you didn’t because you knew you couldn’t. That’s why it’s a bitch’s head between your legs and not another nigga’s.”

  Glaring at me she said, “I almost fucked another guy.”

  I looked into her eyes for a minute, and then just turned away to lie back so I wouldn’t hop out this bed and choke her ass. Closing my eyes, I winced in pain and tried to hopefully go back to sleep, but her statement had a nigga’s blood boiling. My mind raced nonstop with visions of her in another nigga’s bed, about to let him feel what I’d claimed and had on lock since I got up in it.

  “Did you hear me?” she questioned. I gave no response, facing the opposite way of her with my eyes closed, trying to calm myself down by breathing. I would never put my hands on her because I loved her too much and I wasn’t too fond of putting my hands on women period. But if a bitch or hoe came at me foul, I couldn’t say what I would do. “Shai!”

  “I need you to get the fuck out and go home. Call that nigga you were about to fuck. Help him get some, because as soon as I find out who he is, it’s a wrap.”