by Natavia
Geraldine came storming into the living room with a bonnet on.
“What the hell is all of this noise for?” Geraldine asked.
“He killed my damn bird!” Britain screamed. Geraldine fell on the floor. I wasn’t in the mood for this shit! I just wanted to have my drink in peace.
“YESSSSSSSSS, LAWDDDDDDDDDDD, THANK YOU! I knew that prayer dance last night at bible study was going to work!” Geraldine said, doing some type of dance. Her bonnet flew off then her body shook as she kicked her legs up. She waved her hands then started stomping her feet. I couldn’t help but laugh. I laughed so hard I stopped breathing.
“I stopped smoking crack! I been clean for nine years now! Tookie is dead! Lenny is locked up and is facing one hundred years! Yes, lawd, Jesus is on the way! Thank you, Jesus! I pray that you fix Bruce Jenner’s breasts, lawd! One is bigger than the other, lawd! Thank you Lord for blessing me!” she said then started singing.
“Free our sins then heal us, lawd!” she sang, swaying side to side.
“Crack-baby!” Tookie squawked.
“OH HELL NAWL!” Geraldine screamed. No wonder Shia wasn’t crying. She knew Tookie wasn’t dead.
“O’Shea, I thought you killed her?” Geraldine asked me.
“I kicked her!” I said, downing my drink. She looked at my feet then smacked me on the back of the head.
“Nigga, do you not know Thug 101? Lil’ grown nigga! When you kick something you wear Timbs! You have on socks, O’Shea! You didn’t kick her hard enough! You got me out here doing my spiritual dance for no reason! Nigga, give me that damn glass!” She snatched it from my hand.
“Britain, you need to get rid of that damn bird! She needs to go! I don’t want to hear nothing else about it!” I said, finally putting my foot down. She looked at Shia and Shia shrugged her shoulders.
“I know someone who might take her but I’m not giving her away to just anybody,” Britain said, walking out of the room.
“If you have someone that might take Tookie they must be the damn devil. They need prayer and some damn holy water!” Geraldine fussed, walking out of the living room.
“Sorry, Shia, but Tookie has to go!” I said to her. She put Tookie back on her perch then sat down next to me.
“It’s okay, daddy. I will still be able to see her. I already know who she is giving her to,” she said. She turned on the TV then started watching cartoons. I sat back and kicked it with my daughter on the couch. Britain and I thought it would be a great idea to have Shia talk to a therapist. I didn’t want what Domo did to taint her even though she said she wasn’t touched. We even took her to get examined and everything came back fine.
Britain and Geraldine cooked breakfast. I heard Kensi cooing from his rocker in the kitchen. The intercom buzzed. Britain hit the button, letting them in through the gate.
It must be one of her friends, I thought to. The door opened and I heard Corey’s voice. He walked into the living room.
“Hey, baby girl,” he said to Shia. She gave him a dap hug. Corey had my daughter doing that boyish shit.
“What I tell you about that? I can’t wait till your son gets here!” I said. He chuckled. Britain came into the living room with some papers that she handed to Corey.
“Corey is going to take Tookie.” Britain smiled. I didn’t think there was anything to smile about. Coren mouth’s was ratchet for her age and Tookie repeated everything. Geraldine brought out a paper and pen.
“What is that for?” Corey asked, as she handed it to him.
“An agreement. You can’t bring her back,” Geraldine spat.
“I’m not signing nothing! My word is always been bond,” he said, caressing her hand, smiling.
“Don’t you do that, boy!” Geraldine said to Corey. Shia walked out of the living room to get Tookie’s cage.
“Boyyyyyy, I would rape your young sexy, chocolate ass! OOOWWEEEE, Geraldine have a soft spot for a little young thug!” she said.
“I’m grown, woman!” Corey smirked. Britain walked out the room saying she didn’t want any parts of that.
“I’m thirty-two! I’m old enough to hit that spot! I might teach you some tricks! Knock the cobwebs off that box!” he said, showing his diamond grill.
“You ain’t thirty-two! Stop lying to Miss Geraldine!” she said, playing with his dreads.
“I’m twenty-two plus ten inches! That gives me thirty-two, right? A nigga grown over here. What I lack in age I make up for some place else,” he said, joking with her.
“Tee-Tee is going to fuck you up!” I said to Corey, shaking my head.
“Tee-Tee isn’t going to know!” he said, smiling.
“Let me get out of here before I hop on this sexy motherfucker’s face!” Geraldine said, leaving the living room.
“All you have to do is get her hot and bothered and she will disappear faster than a crack-head needing a hit!” he said, laughing. If only he knew!
“But on some real shit, if I wasn’t married I would fuck her old ass. That woman talks too much shit. She need her a young trill nigga to give her some act-right type of pipe!” Corey said.
“Have you smashed an older woman before?” I asked him.
“Did I? Hell yeah! You remember my mother’s friend Laura, right? She was at the cookout. She had the phat ass and big titties?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I remember her.” I chuckled.
“Yoooo, before I was fucking with Tee-Tee I was smashing her ass! That bitch was going crazy over my young ass! I put a gun to her head because she wouldn’t leave me alone! She was popping up at my school and all of that. My mama would’ve whipped my ass if she knew I was fucking one of her friends,” he said.
“What happened when you put a gun to her head?” I asked him.
“Her pussy got wetter! I knew right then that bitch was crazy,” I said.
“How did you stop fucking with her?”
“You noticed how her pinky on the right hand is missing the tip?” he asked me.
“I never paid attention!” I said.
“That bitch was threatening to tell my mama I was fucking her, so I cut the tip of her finger off. I told that crazy bitch if she ever tell me that shit again I was going to turn into Edward Scissorhands and chop her ass up. She been scared ever since. When she comes around she stay far away from me! She told my mother she was chopping onions and cut her finger,” he said. That nigga just didn’t give a fuck!
“How old were you?” I asked him.
“Seventeen. I was a wild nigga back then,” he said. I shook my head.
“Bitch ni—”
“Shut that shit up, Tookie!” Corey said, cutting her off and shutting her up.
“See, Tookie even knows not to fuck with a real nigga!” he said, laughing. I didn’t find that shit funny.
“It’s the tone. Animals can pick up on your tone. They know when you don’t like them. That’s why she’s only nice to Britain and Shia. That’s not a dumb bird,” he said.
“Yo, you just weird.” I said, falling out laughing. Corey stayed for a little while then took Tookie to home. She called me a bitch-nigga on her way out of the door though.
I sat in the attorney’s office with Britain. Lenny’s bitch ass decided to file charges against me. I was served this morning. I knew that shit was coming.
“Mr. Keningston the most you would have to do is a year,” Attorney Michael Beasly told me. I shook my head but it could’ve been worse. I already knew I was going to end up getting in trouble for that shit. I had to figure out what to do with Domo and Latisa before they could rat us out. Latisa was awake from the coma but she wasn’t coherent. Then, we still had the witnesses that were in the fight helping Domo. There was too much shit going on. I didn’t want to expose Domo for blackmailing me because all that would’ve done was make me look guilty. I also didn’t want Britain to go down with me. I would’ve just took all the charges.
After we discussed a few things, we left. Britain looked at me with sad eyes.
“Come on, shorty, don’t do that. I did this for us, remember that,” I said.
“Let’s go away and get married,” she said.
“Seriously?” I asked.
“Yes. We can take the kids with us. People do it all of the time. That way our wedding won’t be all over the damn place. You know how your life is. I want a quiet wedding with just our little family,” she said, kissing my lips.
“Anything you want,” I said.
“I love you, Shea baby!” she said, pinching my cheek. I pulled her into me then tongued her down outside of the attorney’s office.
“We need to hurry up and get home. You got my dick about to bust out of my pants and up your skirt,” I said.
“Let’s go get a room. Shia and Kensi are okay with my mama for a few more hours,” she said.
Thirty minutes later we were unlocking our hotel room door. As soon as the door closed, we were snatching each other’s clothes off. I didn’t waste any time slamming my dick into Britain. She clawed at my back as I opened her legs wider. I slid in and out of her as she called my name.
“Damn it! Babbbyyyyy, please go faster,” she said, pulling me deeper into her by grabbing my ass. I smacked her hands away because I didn’t like that shit.
She bit her bottom lip as I groped her breasts. I leaned down, taking one of them in my mouth. She moaned louder as I dug deep into her walls. Her muscles squeezed my dick and a loud moan slipped from my mouth. She sucked my neck and I pulled her head back by her hair, kissing her deeply.
I rolled over, holding onto her. She ended up on top of me. She rubbed her hands down my chest then dug her nails into it as she rode me slowly. I grabbed her breasts then bit my bottom lip. She started grinding harder. I gripped her hips to control her movements. I didn’t want to bust too early.
“Slow down, Britain! Shit! Fuck!” I groaned as she bounced on my dick. Her ass slammed down on me and I could feel her wetness pouring down onto my legs. She rotated her hips round and round then bounced up and down repeating it again. I held her hips, thrusting more of my length into her. She screamed as I thrust into her faster, lifting myself off the bed. She could no longer ride me. All she could do was hold on as I shoved my dick into her, stretching her open. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, nipples getting harder and swollen, waiting to be sucked. I sat up taking one in my mouth, gently biting on it. Britain’s cum was running down my nuts.
I rolled back over, landing on top of her. I pinned her legs up and then had her screaming. Her knees were by her ears as I was slamming my dick inside her. She rubbed her clit and I smacked her hand away.
“Don’t make me jealous, shorty. Move them damn fingers!” I said, poking her spot until warm liquid gushed out of her. Her legs shook, walls sucking me in like a sinkhole. I knew it was over for me. My dick filled her up with my seeds. I pulled out and Britain’s swollen pussy throbbed as my nut ran down her ass crack. She stuck her fingers in then tasted it. That was the nastiest shit I had seen but I loved it! She sucked both of our fluids off her finger as she looked at me with love-filled eyes.
“I’m marrying you tonight. Let’s go home, get the kids and be on our way. If we take a private jet we’ll get there faster,” I said.
Kenjay
I sat in the backseat of Corey’s Navigator. Royal sat in the front. I didn’t know what these weird-ass niggas were up to. They hit me up telling me they were going to some club. I was thinking I was ready to chill in VIP somewhere instead of in the backseat of Corey’s whip.
“What the fuck is y’all niggas doing? I’ve been sitting here for an hour. Y’all need to give me a heads-up or something,” I said. Royal laughed, smoking his blunt. That nigga must be high.
“Would you chill out, nigga?” Corey asked. Latavia texted, asking where I was. I sent her a text back telling her I was hanging out with my niggas. She sent the peace sign emoji.
Corey pulled off following behind a party bus. After thirty minutes the bus stopped. The driver got off then nodded his head at Corey. A few minutes later the bus went up in flames.
“BOOM! BOOM!”
“That’s what I’m talking about! What y’all nigga’s know about that? Y’all been sleeping on a nigga!” Corey boasted.
“Yo, what the fuck just happened?” I asked Corey.
“Those niggas that was in the fight, you know, Domo’s peoples? Well, all of those niggas was on that party bus! Now, we can celebrate our freedom!” he said, giving Royal dap.
“We need to pick Killa up from the airport,” Royal said.
“Is Jamie with him?” Corey asked Royal, pulling off smoothly like there wasn’t a big-ass bus in flames a few feet away from us.
“Naw, she still tripping on him,” Royal said. Corey drove down an alley, and the nigga that was driving the bus got into the truck.
“Man, get me out of here. I’m getting locked up for this shit,” the stranger said, yelling and sweating.
“Nigga, I wish you would stop yelling in my fucking ear.” Royal turned around, grilling him.
“I’m going to jail for this shit, man. All of those people are dead,” the stranger said. If that nigga didn’t shut the fuck up I was going to knock him out. He was sweating and it was starting to smell up the truck.
“Turk, shut the fuck up before I kill your ass, nigga! We had an agreement, unless you don’t want the money? Now, nigga, if you have a problem with that, let me know now,” Corey said.
“Naw, I’m good. Just give me the money, so I can be on my way,” Turk said. I peeped Royal screwing the silencer onto his gun. This nigga was about to get murked and didn’t even know it. It was a sad part of the game but that’s just how it was. A smart nigga was not going to let you live if you witnessed something that could get them jammed up. Turk should’ve known Corey wasn’t going to trust him. Turk was just easy to use, and now he was no longer needed. The rule was, no witnesses.
I passed him my blunt. “Hit this, nigga, and calm your nerves,” I said to him. He snatched the blunt from me. I just smirked it off because this bitch-made nigga was about be history.
“Your money is in that car right there. Here’s the keys,” Corey said, handing him the keys with gloves on. Turk was a dumb-ass nigga. Corey was wearing leather gloves though it was ninety degrees outside. Money would cloud an average nigga’s mind.
Turk got out of the truck and walked to the car. Royal got out a few seconds later. Corey smoked his blunt, bopping his head to O’Shea’s lyrics to his song “Gunplay”. It was the hottest song out.
“Niggas trying to try me/ I run up in that nigga mama’s house with the shottie/ Three slugs to his dome, I just fucked around and caught a body…” I bopped my head to the lyrics.
“There ain’t no money in here! Y’all niggas set me up!” I heard Turk say to Royal. Royal shot him in the head twice then shot him in the head again. His blood splattered inside the car and on the windshield.
Royal dropped his gun down the drain. He got inside the truck with his gloves on then took them off before he leaned the seat back, picking up his blunt.
“Are you good back there, Kenjay?” Royal asked, as Corey backed out of the alley.
“Yeah, I’m good. I’m happy that sweaty motherfucker isn’t in here anymore. That nigga had it smelling like Pizza Boli’s back here,” I said.
We swung by the airport to pick up Killa. He flew into town a few times out of the month.
“Look at this big motherfucker! What you been eating, nigga? I know it isn’t Jamie’s food!” Corey said.
“I been working out, nigga!” he said. I gave him dap then he smirked. “What’s good, china man?” he asked.
“Alright, nigga, with your fake Game-looking ass!” I said to Killa. He laughed.
“You do look like Game though,” Corey told him.
“This crazy-ass nigga is always saying something.” Killa laughed. Minutes later we pulled up to the club then got out.
“Cam is going to fuck you up, nigga! It
’s past your curfew, isn’t it?” Killa asked Royal.
“Get out of here with that bullshit! I am going home at a respectable time though!” he said.
Killa’s phone rang and he answered it.
“What the fuck do you want, Jamie? Naw, I’m with your brothers and Kenjay. Do you want to talk to them? Damn, you getting on my nerves! Use this time to spend it with our daughters! Stop calling me up every five fucking minutes! I’m about to turn my phone off!” Killa spat into the phone.
“She will be out here tomorrow, I bet! Something is wrong with her dumb ass!” Corey said.
“Watch your mouth, nigga,” Royal said, getting angry.
“Nigga, do you not know I can say what I want? Jamie is a dumb-ass broad! Sister or not, Killa has my permission to choke her dumb ass!” Corey said.