Shooting Blindly in the Dark

by Nicole Jackson

  “Aye, break this shit up!” a bouncer yelled, as he pulled three bitches off me.

  I climbed to my feet, and watched blood leak from my mouth. My body had been worked over, and I was ready to kill a bitch. Monay’s hair was all over the ground, while her mouth and nose bled. I was heated, as I realized how many people had jumped into the fight. The security was struggling to hold back at least ten broads.

  “Come on, let’s go,” I spat, as I pulled Monay towards the exit.

  “You hoes better watch yall fucking backs!” Roneisha screamed, as her people dragged her in the opposite direction.

  “Wait, wait!” Monay tried to stop me, but I never let her hand go, as we stepped out of the club.

  “Bitch, let’s go the car,” I seethed. Kaydoa had recently bought me a .38 and I was considering busting them bitches with some hot led.

  “Wait, bitch, damn!” she snapped. “I’m not about just hop in the car, and leave! Lil’ Hurt don’t even know where I’m at.”

  I bucked my eyes, “Is you serious? Seems like you’d be saying fuck Hurt! We just got our asses beat! And you still worried about that nigga?!”

  “What the fuck you trying to say?” she threw her hands on her hips.

  “Why the hell are you running behind that nigga, Monay? He’s cheating on you, and we just got jumped by his other bitch.”

  She tooted her lips, as she nodded. “We speaking truths tonight? Well, in that case, at least I was getting out there for my man. You and Farrah exchange little slugs, and you the side bitch. It’s your fucking birthday, mind you. Yet that nigga aint even here. Yeah, try to doll that shit up, but the fact still remains that Farrah is somewhere smiling, while you was just in the club cuddling ya muthafuckin’ self. Kaydoa aint and never will be yo man.” She snarled. “Now, let me go get my man. You do what you wanna do.” She limped back into the club.

  “And fuck you too!” I shouted at her back. I stomped to my car, pissed. My damn body was aching, and those bitches had snatched out a few of my tracks. I just wanted to go home, and forget the night ever happened.

  As I was pulling out of the lot my cell rang, “What?” I answered.

  “Who was you fighting in the club?” he cut straight to the chase.

  I sucked my teeth. “It really don’t matter.”

  “Man,” Kaydoa stressed. “Now aint the time to play with me, Jasmine. Where the fuck you at?!”

  “I’m getting on the freeway,” I lied, as I strained to listen. I could hear loud talking in the background like he was at the club. “Why, where you at?”

  Kaydoa didn’t reply, because he was too busy talking in the background. “Where them hoes at?!” he shouted to somebody.

  “My nigga, calm down,” some dude pleaded with him.

  “Naw, fuck that!” he raged. “You hoes wanna jump?! Huh, Roneisha? You might as well call ya brothers cause yall bitches gon see me. You put ya fucking hands on my gal?!”

  My heart skipped a beat. Kaydoa was at the club, and shit was about to get real. I did a U-turn in the middle of the street, and headed back to club Carrington’s. I had to stop him. The laws were deep outside of the club, and I didn’t want him taking a trip to jail.

  By the time I was re-entering the lot, I could clearly hear Kaydoa and Lil’ Hurt’s voice through the phone. My eyes swept over the lot, and I spotted people gathering at the back of the lot, away from the police.

  Being that there was so much traffic there I knew that it would take forever to reach them. Therefore, I parked my car, and sprung out. Speed walking, I made my way over to the thick crowd. I pushed through, and found Kaydoa kicking dents in Roneisha’s car, while she stood there, looking stupid.

  “Boy, stop!” I shouted.

  Whipping his head around, his eyes landed on me. “Jas, come here,” he waved me over. I stepped up to him. He examined my face, and his scowl depended. “Slap that bitch,” he gritted, before he glared at Roneisha. “And, bitch, I dare you to hit her back.”

  I glanced around, and noticed that all Roneisha peoples were standing with her, but them bitches’ lips were sealed. Ready to release some steam, I didn’t hesitate in attacking the hoe. The crowd stood around, while I beat the brakes off her. She tried to fight back, but she had nothing for me. And just when I was getting tired, Monay jumped in, taking that light work off my hands.

  “Get that bitch, baby!” Lil’ Hurt coached from the sidelines, as I let Monay handle Roneisha by herself.

  I shook my head, as someone announced, “Say, break that shit up. Here come the laws!”

  That was all we needed to hear. Everybody bolted for their cars. I was halfway to my whip, when I heard, “Jasmine!” I continued to run, as I glanced behind me. Kaydoa was jogging in my direction.

  I didn’t stop, until I was at my Fusion. I could hear his heavy footsteps approaching me, as I unlocked my door. “Damn, you aint hear me calling you?” he huffed.

  “Nope,” I popped my lips.

  “The fuck is yo problem?” he got in my face. His swagger was on one thousand with his white on white Prada unit, accompanied with white and gold Giuseppe’s.

  “Move,” I pouted, feeling emotional as fuck. Ignoring me, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

  As if on cue, a car strolled past, bumping Melanie Fiona. “I gotta be out my mind, to think it’s gonna work this time. A part of me wants to leave. But the other side still believes. That it kills me. To know how much I really love you…”

  Brushing my hair out of my face, he gently kissed my lips. “Wait on me. I’m finna go get my car, and I want you to follow me.”

  “Tuh,” I huffed.

  Grabbing both sides of my head, he tongued me down in the middle of the lot. For a second I lost all train of thought. “Seriously,” he whispered. “Follow, daddy.”

  Everything in me wanted to cuss his ass out…but I couldn’t bring myself to utter a word. I simply nodded, giving him exactly what he wanted.

  ******

  “Umm,” I moaned, as his dick slid in and out of me.

  “Damn, you feel so good,” Kaydoa breathed into my ear.

  “Ugh!” my back arched, as he took his time, giving me every inch of the dick.

  It was a little past five in the morning, as we were holed up in the Hyatt Regency going in. Kaydoa always had great sex, but it was something different about that night. He was taking his time with me, handling me like a delicate flower. He placed the most tender kisses on me, driving me delirious.

  I loved the feeling of him deep inside of me, but I can’t front. I was trying desperately to block out the voices. I kept hearing Monay, “Kaydoa aint and never will be yo man.”

  “Oh God,” I blurted, as he hit my spot.

  “Gimmie kiss,” He commanded, as he attempted to place his lips on mine. I turned my head, wanting to hold back.

  “Oh it’s like that?” he furrowed his brows, as he sucked on my neck. Soon, I was pulling away from that.

  He sucked his teeth, before trailing kisses down my body. Slowly he licked my breasts. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to react to him. With determination, he ventured lower. He’d often tease me with kisses between my thighs, but that was about it. So, I was shocked when he pushed my legs apart, and gripped my thighs.

  I glanced down, and watched him lean his head in, coming face to face with my pussy. I nearly died when I felt his tongue connect with my clit. My back involuntarily arched, as I gripped the sheets. Surprisingly, he knew exactly what to do. Flicking his tongue, he stroked my clit.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as I gripped my own tits. For a moment I was lost in his touch, until that damn song entered my mind. “I gotta be out my mind. To think it’s gonna work this time…”

  Kaydoa worked his tongue, as I swayed my hips. I continued to grip the sheets, as I thought about how much I loved him. And it hurt to know that when everything was over he was still going home to her.

  He picked up the pace, causing my body to tremble. “Um
m,” I bit my bottom lip, as I squeezed my eyes shut. He was taking me up to heaven and back again. Still, I couldn’t ignore this profound despair I felt in my heart. It hurt so badly. “Uhhh,” I released, as I began to cum. He licked even faster, as my knees buckled, and my eyes watered.

  After causing me to jerk around like a fish, he finally pulled away from me. His mouth was slick with my juices. Seeming oblivious to it, he grabbed my legs, and drug me to the edge of the bed. Once again he pushed my legs apart, and slid that thick girth inside of me. Together we moved in sync, as he lowered his head, easing his tongue into my mouth.

  His dick had never felt better, as I found myself hopping up and down, although he was on top. He moaned against my mouth, as Monay’s voice entered my head again. “Kaydoa aint and never will be yo man.”

  I waved my head, before losing my composure. With his tongue down my throat I began to weep. This had to stop.

  By the time he fell back, and his dick slithered out of me I was a blubbering fool. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

  I waved my head. “Kaydoa,” I sobbed. “I can’t do this no more.”

  “What?” he looked at me confused.

  “I can’t,” I sniffled, as my chest heaved up and down.

  “So, what you saying, Jasmine?” he frowned.

  My head fell back, as I squeezed my eyes shut. Tears trickled down my face. “I love you…and that’s why I can’t do this no more. It’s over.”

  Chapter 9

  Kaydoa

  “That’s ten racks right there.”

  I glanced at her, as me, her, and Lil’ Hurt sat around a table at unc’s, counting our money.

  “Damn, you counting this money fast,” Hurt acknowledged.

  “Yeah,” she sighed, as her eyes stayed trained on the cash. “I got something to do. Yall niggas need to keep up.”

  Hurt slightly elbowed me, as he asked her, “What the hell you gotta do?”

  She pursed her lips. “That’s none of your business.”

  I waved my head, as I double counted the money I held in my hands. I wasn’t about to say shit. If she wanted to play these lil’ games like she wasn’t fuckin’ wit a nigga no more, then I was gonna let her have that.

  It had been two weeks since we’d last fucked, and she’d cried, claiming that she was done with me. I tried my best to ease her mind, and stayed with her all night, just holding her. But I guess that wasn’t enough, because the next day she woke up on the same bullshit. She drove off wit a attitude. Then the days that followed she really didn’t have much to say to me if it wasn’t about business. Me…I was waiting patiently for her ass to crack, but she had me fucked up if she thought for a second that I was gonna allow her to do anything disrespectful in my presence. That’s when shit was gonna get real.

  “Say, Black Reign, you wearing green tomorrow, right?” Lil’ Hurt questioned.

  “Duh, nigga,” she rolled her eyes.

  Once again I waved my head. She’d been real bitchy, snapping at everybody. My nigga just wanted to know if her ignorant ass was falling in line with the team. We’d all decided to wear green to the block party in Brewster Park the next day.

  “That’s all ya ugly ass had to say,” Hurt grumbled.

  “Fuck you,” she stood up. “Wit ya seedy head ass. I counted out forty thousand. I tripled counted it, and now I’m about to go.”

  “Cool,” Hurt nodded, as I found myself staring at her round ass.

  She had the nerve to be ignoring me, while she stood there wearing the Armani jeans I bought her. As usual, she had on a little ass shirt that barely covered her titties. That long weave was done up all fancy and shit wit flip curls, framing her completely made up face. That damn eye shadow and eye lashes made those tights seem more exotic than they already were. And she was smelling good as shit wit some kind of sweet smelling perfume…sweet just like that pussy. I tried to shake off those thoughts, but damn was it hard. I had never gone that long without fucking her, and I believe that I was having withdrawals.

  “Alright, I’m gone,” she announced, as she snatched up her little Celine bag I’d copped from a local booster. The fuck she was ignoring a nigga, and I had clothed her from head to toe? As much as Farrah begged, I always ended up buying Jasmine more than her. The way that ass was set up…everything looked good on it, and I enjoyed seeing her in some fly shit.

  Me and Hurt watched her switch out of the house. I gave him a look, and he went to the door and watched her pull off. “Nigga,” he smiled, as he headed back to the table. “I aint gon lie to you, Black Reign been looking good as fuck. I mean, that ass is so fat that I could barely focus on anything else, but she a pretty chick. Especially, since she done became a little…softer.”

  I twirled the toothpick that rested in my mouth around a bit, “I’m saying, you…you trying to fuck somethin’?” I touched my nose.

  His grin widened, “Say, my nigga, you crazy than a muthafucka. Aint nobody said shit about trying to fuck her. Shit, I know what it is. And I aint about to touch her,” he threw his hands up in surrender. “I understand that’s you, my nigga.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I grumbled.

  “But I’m sayin’,” he licked his lips. “The reason I’m saying anything is because Ion wanna see you sleepin’ on the job.”

  “Sleepin’?”

  “Yeah, nigga,” he nodded. “She looking mighty hot, and we both know she’s no lame. Now, Farrah…you can tell her whatever. Her dumb ass aint going nowhere, but I can’t honestly say that about Black Reign. I mean, what if she really moves on, and you gotta sit back and watch her do her?”

  I sucked my teeth, as I gathered all the money. “Picture that shit.”

  “Oh,” he furrowed his brows. “You don’t think it can happen?”

  “What I’m saying is that I aint about to keep arguing wit her. She can be on her lil’ trip shit, but if I catch her wit another nigga I’ma break her fucking neck. On my mama.”

  He fell out, laughing hysterically. “And you serious. That’s the crazy part,” he continued to chuckle. “Say, I might not know it all,” he got serious. “But I understand where you coming from. You know a nigga was out here doing him, but I love the shit out of your cousin. I know that she’s wit me right or wrong. Rags or riches. And after all that drama at the club it put a lot of shit in perspective for me. These hoes aint worth losing what I got. And right now I feel like you got two broads that love ya ass, but don’t play for so long that you can’t rely on neither one them loyalty. Yall shit is getting too deep, and I feel like you need to make a choice. And it aint for me to say who to choose, because only you know how you feel. But you need to shit or get off the pot, before you lose out, my nigga.”

  I wanted to tell that nigga that he didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, but what he said had me thinking. I rubbed my chin, as I thought about never fucking Jasmine again. Nah…it wasn’t going down like that. I aint give a fuck about what she thought she was doing, but her ass wasn’t going no damn where. Straight up.

  Black Reign

  “Tell me something good. Oh, baby, baby, baby, yeah….Hoes nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop. Getting all shot over a nigga I done popped. You need to check your man about what he did in the past. Cause if you know like I know you’d drop him real fast…” I rapped my version of UGK’s song. Yep, I was being messy.

  My mama, my sister Ryah, and Dookey Baby were all riding with me. Being that I was the only one with a car, I often played taxi with muthafuckas who were all up my ass since I now had something to offer. My mama’s last boyfriend had wrecked her car, so she was assed out too. They claimed that they were hungry, so we’d made a trip to McDonald’s. I had my UGK CD on and I was blasting the hell out of my music, when I noticed Kaydoa’s Cadillac whip into the lot. Behind the wheel was none other than Farrah, and riding with her were her two ugly ass cousins. I couldn’t believe his dumb ass had let them loose in his car, but it was all good, because h
e wasn’t my concern, anymore.

  I was gonna let them lame bitches make it, until I felt like they were trying to stunt, jamming that old ass Mokinstef song, “He’s Mine”. “He’s mine. You might have had him once, but I got him all the time,” the bitch sang loudly.

  We were all parked in the lot about to get out the car, and go into the lobby of Mickey D’s. So, I turned up my custom installed system to the max, and made sure that bitch heard me. I even shook my ass a little for her. She aint wanna see me. And when she and her scary ass crew kept walking into the burger joint, I killed my ignition and did the same.

  “Daughter, you buying mama’s food?” my begging ass mama asked me as we stood in line.

  I rolled my eyes, “I guess. And before yall get to asking, yeah I got every bodies’ food.”

  “That’s what’s up, Black Reign,” Dookey Baby nodded. “And hey to you too, Farrah.”

  I cut my eyes at her. Dookey Baby was always going around speaking to everybody, even if she didn’t like ‘em. That was her thing. She’d sit right with a bitch she hated, and talk to them. The whole time she’d give them this sneaky grin, and get real sarcastic with them, but it often flew over their heads. The only reason I knew was because I’d witnessed it time after time.

  “Hey, D. Baby,” Farrah smiled, as she glanced back.

  Ryah rolled her eyes. “Bitch,” she mumbled, as she folded her arms. Her ass was a real shit starter, and that’s why I didn’t run with her very often. Kicking it with her, you was gonna have a fight everywhere you go. There was countless of videos of her and her friends on YouTube, fighting. Her high yellow ass lived for drama. I mean, she was a cute girl with a mediocre body. She wasn’t built like our mama, but she didn’t have a huge ass or big breasts, either. She just had a little something, but it worked for her. But that damn lace front wig she had on was tired as hell. Her BD had been doing bad in the streets, and she was wearing that shit. But I must admit that I’d learned my sparring skills from her ass. She didn’t mind coming to my defense or just dry taking over my beefs, even if me and her didn’t often see eye to eye.