Ju just stared at her and sat down on the sofa. Lexus made cooing noises like she knew who he was. He broke down and cried like a baby. Maya had never seen a man get that emotional. She couldn't take it, so she left the room. In her bedroom she cried her own tears, knowing that she'd caused so many people pain. She knew it was time she came clean to everybody.
Chapter 11
Carmen watched Diablo from the street as he stepped into his champagne colored Expedition with the iced out twenty fours. The shine of them things made her horny as hell. He'd told her over and over again that Ayanna was his number one. He explained that he loved her and would not leave her under any circumstances. She always had the hope that he'd leave Ayanna for her. She'd fallen in love despite the fact that he let her know from the jump that they were strictly on a "fuck" basis. Carmen knew that she could deep throat a dick like a champ. That didn't take him away from Ayanna. Nothing did. It didn't matter how freaky she got, and it killed her. She was used to getting what she wanted.
The new black Jag that he'd just bought was gone and she figured that Yanna was driving it, since the Mercedes was parked. Carmen put her dark shades on and watched as Ablo left the driveway. She must've really had that nigga gone over her ass, Carmen thought. When he was a few yards ahead Carmen started her white Camry up and followed him. He wouldn't get away with breaking her heart.
* * *
Diablo looked in his rearview mirror and noticed Carmen's car a few feet behind him.
"Crazy bitch," he cursed hitting the brakes at the stop light. She stopped beside him.
"Diablo, you stupid son of a bitch!" She yelled and pressed the gas. "Guess what nigga! I'm pregnant and it's yours!"
Diablo followed her as she pulled up to an apartment complex. A police precinct was only a half block away. She knew what she was doing. He tried to keep his cool.
Carmen got out of the car. Her wide hips swayed as she made her way to his SUV. That was Diablo's weakness, thick thighs and hips. Of course Yanna had both. He unlocked the door and she got in.
"Why you fuckin' wit' me?" He asked giving her a threatening glare.
"I love you Ablo," she grabbed his arm.
He jerked it away. "Fuck you,” he stuck his finger in her face. "You know how bad I want a kid, but I always strapped up wit' your ass. You know how I feel 'bout Yanna. I want kids wit' her, not you, so you playin' yourself!" He said angrily.
Carmen sucked in a defiant breath. "You nutted in me Diablo. I'm four months pregnant by you. I swear it. I'll get a blood test to prove it. Whatever it takes. I want you to be in your child's life. I want to be a family. I hope it's a boy," she said rubbing her stomach.
Diablo's heart softened at the mention of having a baby boy, but his eyes didn't. Yanna was supposed to be the one having his babies, not Carmen. He didn't want to believe her, but what if she really was pregnant by him. She couldn't be though, because he hadn't slipped up with her. He was suddenly confused, but he couldn't fall into Carmen's obvious trap.
"Well if you choose to have it fine. Don't come near me 'till you ready to get the blood test done. I'll take care of it. If it's not mine I hope you come to your senses and leave me the fuck alone. Yanna done whooped your ass one time. Oh, and if you come to your senses and decide to get rid of the lil' bastard I'll take care of that too. It's up to you. Now raise up out of my shit. I'm through talkin' to you," he said calmly.
"So that's it? That's all the fuck you goin' say? You stupid as hell! You don't know what you missin' papi! You punta! You loco son of a bitch!" She screamed and slapped him.
Diablo reacted and grabbed her by the throat with both hands. She gasped as his grip tightened. Her face was as red as a tomato. "You better chill the fuck out bitch. I told you that you was just a piece of ass. I ain't never tell your trick ass I love you. I love Ayanna. She is the only woman I love. I don't give a fuck what you do, I won't leave her. You hear that you sorry hoe bitch," he said finally letting her go.
Carmen went wild then. Her arms and legs were flying from everywhere. "You sorry son of a bitch!" She yelled in tears. "Why can't you love me Ablo! I hate you!" She sobbed throwing licks that stung like hell.
He wanted to beat her ass, but he didn't beat on women and he remembered the police station. It was a set up. Carmen's cousin Buddy was a cop that worked at that exact spot.
Diablo sighed in frustration. Carmen must've known the time he patrolled the area. She lured him there with the pregnancy lie. She prolonged the conversation by provoking him to choke her. After that she tried to make him hit her by attacking him. Eventually Buddy would drive through spotting her car parked illegally in an apartment complex. He would proceed over to Diablo's SUV witnessing his attack on her. He would then be hauled off to jail. Hell no, he thought pushing her against the passenger door. He jumped out of the SUV quickly and opened the door on her side. He pulled her out kicking and screaming.
"Diablo! I'm goin' get somebody to get you and your bitch!" She yelled.
Diablo put her in her car and started the engine. He then closed the door and glared at her.
"Drive away bitch. Leave me and my girl alone or somebody goin' get your triflin' ass." He turned away from her screams and insults, got into his Expedition and drove away. He would go shoot some pool with Ace and Mont for a few hours. A nagging feeling in his gut told him that he'd fucked with the wrong broad this time. He couldn't wait for his girl to return from her ladies night out.
* * *
It had been a wild one for me and the girls. Earlier we went to the spa to get massages and shit. We started out with a foot massage. Ms. Princess was sitting there with her robe on with no underwear. The fine ass Italian dude who was massaging her feet noticed that she was bare down there in more ways than one. Yes, cuz made sure that "kitty" was waxed clean. She was fucking with old boy by opening and closing her legs, giving him the view he wanted. He spotted the piercing in her clit and next thing I knew he was leading her to one of the massage rooms in the back. They were back there for almost an hour. Princess said he ate the hell out of her pussy, but she didn't fuck him. Of course our day at the spa was free. He was the owner's son and he loved himself some black women.
It was two forty six when I stumbled in the door. After shopping and getting our hair and nails done we stopped at TGI Friday's and got full and drunk as hell. Like always I was loaded down with bags full of designer shoes and clothes that I would probably never get around to wearing. I threw the bags down on the sofa and kicked off the four inch heeled Manola Blanik pumps that were killing my feet. I tiptoed to the bedroom half expecting Diablo not to be there. He was and it made me smile as I slipped out of my clothes. He stirred in his sleep as I joined him under the warm sheets.
"Mmm, Yanna, baby, where you been?" He asked pulling my body into his. His eyes were still closed.
"How do you know it's Yanna?" I asked changing my voice.
"I know my baby girl. I been holding you for seven years. I know your scent, and how your body's shaped. Don't play me," he said still not opening his eyes.
I kissed his lips and rested my head on his broad, hairless chest."
"Where you been?" He asked again.
"Don't worry boo. I wasn't out paying you back. Me and the girls was just chillin'. We went to the spa, and then we went and got our hair and nails done. After that we went to TGI Friday's to get some food and some drinks. Let me have a life separate from you. You got your thing wit' the boys. You don't tell me everything."
He opened his eyes. "I know you ain't talkin'. You the one who be askin' me a million fuckin' questions when I step in the door."
"That's cause you my baby," I said cuddling up closer to him. I nibbled his ear, which turned him on like a mufucka.
"Don't do that unless you wanna get fucked," he said grabbing my ass.
"I always wanna get fucked by you baby," I whispered as I sucked on his earlobe.
"Damn," he said as he climbed on top of me.
"When I
look at you I wonder why in the hell I do dumb shit," he said.
"Like cheatin'?" I asked caressing his cheek.
"Yeah," he sighed and looked away.
"Look at me," I said sternly.
He turned and his eyes met mine.
"I love you Ablo. I'm trying to trust you again. If that trust comes back with your help of course, we'll set a date to get married. You have to show me that all that cheatin' shit is out of your system. I'm layin' down the law. From now on I'm the one and only woman in your life. The only one Diablo. No bitches on the side. The next time I catch you cheatin' I'm gone and I mean it. Don't come checkin' for me, bay, you goin' be on your own. We goin' be finished. It'll take some time, but I'll get over you. You can't do it to me again Ablo," I warned him and I meant it.
"I won't," he said. "I promise on err' thang I love. I'll never cheat on you again. I love you and I ain't tryin' to lose you." He held me so tight I couldn't breathe.
A few seconds later he let go. I could tell that something else was on his mind.
"What's wrong?" I asked.He kissed my neck leaving the question to float in the air. His warm hands traveled over my body and he sucked lovingly on my breasts. "Damn," he whispered as his pointer and middle finger found my wetness. "You wet already."
"That don't mean you ain't goin' taste it," I whined. He'd spoiled me.
His warm tongue traveled over every inch of my body and back again. When we finally fell asleep I was exhausted. I slept like a baby.
* * *
Diablo had just walked in when he heard a knock at the door. "I didn't see nobody behind me," he said looking at me like I knew who it was.
"Well see who it is," I said.
Damien ran to the door barking loud as always. Ablo looked out of the peephole.
"Shit, whoever it is covering the peephole," he said angrily. Damien started barking even louder, like Ablo's anger had rubbed off on him.
"Who the fuck is it!" Ablo asked.
"Open the damn door man." The voice was muffled.
"Dame, hush!" I yelled.
His jaw snapped shut and he laid down on his dog bed looking defeated.
"Let me know who the fuck you is, or I'm goin' send some heat through the mufuckin' door!" Diablo warned.
The person laughed. "I'm looking for Ablo. Ablo? That you? It sound like you man."
Ablo looked through the peephole again. The voice did sound familiar. "Oh shit! That nigga done got out!" He yelled and opened the door.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"My mufucka," Ablo said pulling the man inside and giving him a gangsta hug.
When the man finally pulled away I recognized him. "Yanna, what's up?" He asked.
"Nuthin', what's goin' on wit' your Tre?" I hadn't seen Tre, also known as Charlie Braswell III in about three years. He'd been locked up in a federal prison all the way in
Nebraska for drug and gun charges. Tre ran wit' the Cues, but never officially joined. He was true to the game and Ablo trusted him. The number one reason he trusted him was because he never gave any of the Cues up to get his time cut. Some of his charges must've ended up getting dropped. Diablo had said something about him hiring another lawyer to get him a new trial. He was initially sentenced to twenty years and it was mandatory.
"Nothin, glad to be to the crib man," he grinned.
Tre was sexy as hell. He stood about 6'4, well built like a pro basketball player, with smooth dark skin. He had a keen nose, thick sexy lips, long lashes, and almond shaped bedroom eyes like Omar Epps. He had wavy, coal black hair that he used to wear in cornrows. Now he was sporting a close cut with a sharp ass shape up. He was a woman's dream and that woman was Princess.
Tre had met Princess when she was twelve. He was sixteen. A year later he took her virginity, and she was in love.
By the time I was out of juvie he'd dropped Princess and that's when she started her fucking spree. A few years later, when Princess was about seventeen Tre realized that he wanted her to be his main girl. Believe it or not, but Princess actually became a committed woman. She loved Tre and was faithful to him. He was a big drug dealer, and he did other illegal things to make money. He was often a hot head, with a bad temper and stayed getting into fights. He bought a lot of attention to himself, and that was why he'd gotten arrested back then.
Tre was the only man who'd gotten into Princess’s heart. No other man could. She visited him and remained his woman the first year or so. She'd become accustomed to a certain lifestyle and she had to maintain her status. It didn't really matter how she felt about Tre, she still did what she had to do to get paid. This is what made her so hard when it came to matters of the heart. She just didn't allow emotions to cloud her vision. She was on a mission to make that money. Tre had betrayed her by leaving her to fend for herself. Well, that's how she felt about it. She never forgave him, but the love she felt for him had remained the same.
"When you get out man?" Ablo asked.
"Day before yesterday. I need to get on man," he said cutting to the chase in a hurry.
"Straight to the point ain't you man? Lay low for a while. Don't get back on yet," Diablo said. He was worried that the feds would be watching Tre.
"How am I s'posed to eat man?" Tre asked. "You got what mufuckas want. I heard about your product way in Nebraska. Niggas know that Ablo Perez running the south wit' that good shit. You know I can hustle nigga. Shit, Princess spent all my damn money man. She ain't leave me shit," he said shaking his head.
"I gotcha man. Just don't fuck up right now. Keep your hands clean. You know they still got they eye on you waitin' for you to fuck up. Just lay low and then I'll put you on. I know how you work. You make money, but you gotta sharpen your skills. The game change every day man."
"Tre, you a'ight?" I asked.
"Hell yeah. I'm straight. Just wish you cousin didn't do a nigga so dirty."
Just then there was a loud knock at the door. "Open the fuckin' door!" Princess yelled.
Diablo opened the door and Princess walked, or should I say, strolled in. She walked like a sexy feline, all seductive and slow, with her nose in the air, and her ass swinging. She was dressed to kill and her hair was freshly braided in small box braids with beige beads. When she saw Tre her glossy lips froze before she could speak. Her jaw literally dropped to the floor.
"Tre… baby," she gasped and walked toward him with her arms stretched out for a hug.
He pushed her away.
"Get the fuck away from me," he said.
"What you expect me to do Tre? You promised to take care of me and you couldn't do it from a fuckin' cell!" She yelled defending herself.
Diablo looked at me. "Well, we goin' go in the back and let ya'll talk. Holla at me Tre. Don't get too loud though, cause Dame goes the hell off sometime." Diablo grabbed my hand. We left the room and Damien followed.
"You one trifling ass ho from what I hear. I did keep in touch wit' some of my niggas. You done fucked niggas I used to kick it wit'. I wanted to bust out that mufucka and come whoop your ass. You was my girl when I went in that mufucka and I expected it to be that way when I got the fuck out! You played me!" He stared at her with disgust in his eyes.
"I didn't play you! I loved you Tre, but I couldn't wait for you to get out. I had to do what I had to do to survive. On top of that you know I love to fuck. We was fuckin' like rabbits. You know I still had my needs Tre, even if you was gone. Just like you always told me to excuse your cheating. That shit right there make me not even want to tell you about the money I put aside for you," she said calmly.
"What? What money. That shit's gone," he said.
"Before you got locked up you transferred your accounts to protect your money right?"
"Yeah."
"You gave me access to those accounts, and I found out that the Feds was planning to freeze your accounts and confiscate the money. The bank was on to it all the time. Good thing my girl Tina was fuckin’ wit’ a FED. She got the info out of him. I couldn't tell yo
u that I had your funds transferred to a couple foreign banks. I took all of your jewelry and put it in a safe. I never touched any of it. I never spent a dime of your money. I loved you too much to do that 'cause I hoped that you'd get out one day. Instead I used my love for sex to take care of myself. I know that hurts you more than the thought of me spending your money, but you'll get over that. I'll give you access to the accounts and the key to the safe. I'm only grimy to niggas I screw for money. I always made love to you. I had real feelings for you. Before you got locked up you treated me like shit. You cheated on me and you had the nerve to start putting your hands on me. You broke your promise to love me and take care of me. After all that I still couldn't betray you. I'd never use you." She had tears in her eyes.
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