“Ryah, don’t start,” my mama’s scary ass warned. As much as me and my sister handled these bitches in the streets you’d think we’d learned it from our mama. Yeah, right. My mama was as scary as they come. Shit, I’d had to fight a few bitches on her behalf, after they wanted to fight her over their young baby daddies. Mama loved picking up deadbeat niggas and letting them stay with us, and drive her car. Their young bitches didn’t like that, and would show up ready to fuck her up.
“Mama, please,” Ryah dismissed her. “I’m just saying, though. Hoes shooting slugs and shit. Put a name on that shit, and watch how real this shit get.”
Farrah’s cousin looked back with a frown.
“Bitch, what the fuck you lookin’ at?!” Ryah snapped.
“I don’t even know you,” the girl said all snooty like, as if she wasn’t a hood bitch herself. She was from up the street on Homestead, and was a bullshit ass hoe. Kaydoa had even told me about how she’d been trying to come on to him. That hoe was lucky that I didn’t whup her ass for that. The bitch was sad, and even though her and Farrah were related and were both light she wasn’t cute at all. That weave she had in her head was nappy as hell, and her clothes came right off Rainbow’s racks. Then her skinny self had more stomach than ass.
“Ryah, let that scary hoe make it,” I smirked, knowing all three of those bitches weren’t talking about doing nothing.
Farrah’s lil’ ugly cousin turned right on around, and Dookey Baby was loudly laughing. “Lil’ mama said she aint trying to get out there like that.” Her shoulders trembled, as she laughed at them.
“Yall really need to quit,” my mama waved her head.
“Black Reign, yo ass aint gon speak?”
I spun around, and my eyes landed on Big Dick Boo. Actually, his name was just Boo, but behind his back I referred to him as that with my friends. Outside of Kaydoa’s ass Boo had one of the biggest dicks I’d ever had. He was our next day neighbor, and for a few years I’d secretly screwed him. He’d been locked up for two years, so I hadn’t seen him in a while. I heard he’d been released, but I hadn’t been in a rush to see him. After all, I had fucked his cousin, Tuka. Shit, neither one of them were my niggas so there were no rules in dippin’.
Boo was a muthafucka. He was a notorious jack boy, and had a quick trigger finger. He didn’t give a fuck about nothing but his dividends. I could still remember that time he’d told me about how he’d robbed his own cousin, Tuka. At the time I barely knew Tuka, so it really didn’t matter to me one way or another. All I knew was that he had the bomb dick, gave me some ends, and was quite handsome. He was on the tall side, chocolate, had thick wavy coal black hair, with thick brows and lashes. Honestly, he reminded me of ole boy who played Wee-Bey on The Wire. He was twenty-four, and a classic fuck up.
“What’s up, boy? I see you back on the scene,” I smiled.
“Hell, yeah,” he made his way over to us. “Damn, can a nigga get a hug? Damn.”
“Shut up,” I giggled, as he pulled me into his embrace.
“Got damn, girl,” he swooned. “That ass is looking good. What the fuck have you been doing?”
I pulled away, “Boy, stop.”
“Kaydoa,” my sister pretended to sneeze.
Farrah snuck a glance in, while she was trying to make her order. Ryah stuck her tongue out, being petty, but I appreciated that at the moment.
“I’m saying, come hang out with me tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
“Umm, hello to you too, Boo,” my mama spoke up. I wasn’t surprised. Boo had mentioned how my mama had tried to throw him the pussy a time or two.
“Oh, what’s up, Red Reign?” he chuckled. Yeah, you read that right. They called my mama Red Reign, and I guess that’s how I ended up with the nick name Black Reign. One of my mama’s boyfriends started calling me that when I was a little girl, and it just stuck.
“I’m good,” she pulled him close, and hugged him. “How about you?”
“I’m straight,” he cheesed, as he focused on me. “Take my number, girl. I need to catch up with you,” he winked.
I cut my eyes at Farrah and her crew, as they left. Then I focused on Boo and examined him from head to toe. Considering the fact that he’d just gotten out, he was looking rather spiffy. Rocking Gucci everything, he was killing it. He was always the type to stunt, even if he had to get it the ski mask way. “Alright, that’s what’s up. Put ya number in here,” I handed him my phone.
After locking his number in, he gave me my cell back. “Get at me tonight,” he persisted, before joining his boys, leaving.
Staring down at my phone, I thought about it. Boo always had the bomb dick, and I was very much a single girl. Shit…he was gonna hear from me sooner than he thought.
Kaydoa
For the first time in a long time I was at the crib, just chilling. I’d allowed Farrah to go out with her cousins in my car. It was a Saturday night, and I had a few young niggas at the trap, handling business. Usually, the weekend was my time to unwind, and I’d cap it all off by sliding into Jasmine at the end of the night. She just had to fuck everything up.
The only time my phone rung when it was somebody trying to rescore. No ‘I love you’ texts, no nothing. I was sexually frustrated, and was getting more pissed with every passing second. I fiddled with my phone, before saying fuck it. I called Jasmine. My stomach became a little queasy, as I listened to the line ring. She didn’t answer.
I sat there on the couch for several minutes, feeling like a sucker. I was disappointed in myself for giving in and calling her.
Thirty minutes later, I gave in and called her again. Still, no answer. Then I was pissed. She didn’t know what the fuck I wanted, and she was ignoring my calls. Feeling like she was out of line for not answering, I called again and again. Eventually, her voicemail began picking up. “The fuck?” I mumbled.
I was so heated that I wanted to hit the streets and find her sneaky ass, but my fucking car wasn’t there. Deciding that I wasn’t about to sit around all night waiting on my own shit, I called Farrah.
“Hey, baby,” she quickly picked up the phone.
“Say, bring my car. I got some shit to handle.”
“But you said that we could go to the club,” she pouted.
“Man, look, something came up. Drop them hoes off, and bring yo ass home.” I snapped.
“Okay,” she pouted, before I hung up.
Feeling anxious, I called Jasmine’s cell again. She had really turned her fucking phone off. Needing to take my mind off shit, I increased the volume on my TV, and caught a video. “Lay your head on my pillow.”
I shook my head, as I thought about Jasmine, and that night I’d played that song for her. We had it on repeat, as we made out a little, before she rested her head on my shoulder. Man…fuck her!
I shook my left leg, as I impatiently waited on my car. The video was about to end, so using the DVR box, I re-winded it. I watched the video again and again, while I got lost in my thoughts.
“Are you happy now?” Farrah came busting through the door. “I cut my night short.”
I breathed, “You’ll live.”
She scrounged, as she stood in front of the TV. “What’s up with you? You been listening to this fucking song over and over. And you been looking like you lost ya fuckin’ best friend,” she bitched.
I stood up, “Shit, maybe I did. Gimmie my fuckin’ keys.”
“Here,” she hurled them at me. “Take ya ass on. I already know you going to see that bitch. But you might wanna call first, because her hands might be tied.” She taunted.
“What?” I growled, stepping in her face. “The fuck are you talking about?”
Her lips trembled. “You aint even gonna try and deny it.”
“Deny what?” I frowned.
“You worried about that hoe Black Reign.”
“Shit,” I shrugged. “Aint nobody worried about her more than you.”
“Because every time I look up my man is betray
ing me for her.”
I squinted. “So, why is he still yo man?”
Tears slid down her cheek, but that shit was beginning to have less of a effect on me with each passing day. I left on that note, heading to my car. I was headed to the check some shit. Jasmine had me all the way fucked up.
Black Reign
“Damn, I thought about yo ass all the time,” he breathed in my ear.
“Is that right,” my head fell back, and he barbarically yanked off my clothes. “Shit, nigga.”
“I can’t help it,” he panted, as he stripped me down to nothing. “You so fucking sexy.”
“But Boo…I’ma need you to take ya time.”
“Just chill out,” he urged. “I got you,” he placed soft pecks on my neck. “Lay down,” he pushed me onto the motel’s bed.
I laid back, and allowed him to run the show. Excitedly, he joined me in bed, and eased himself between my legs. “I been dreaming about this pussy,” he whispered, as he eased his way down. With no hesitation, he attacked my pussy, devouring it all.
“Uh,” I bit my bottom lip.
Going crazy, he rubbed his whole face in it.
“Shit,” I gripped his head. He was doing the damn thing, and then my mind took me back to the last time I was with Kaydoa. The way he touched my body was indescribable. Although, he’d never uttered the words, his touch felt like…love. And that element was missing with me and Boo. He pleasured my body, but my soul felt empty.
Attempting to get back in the mood, I wrapped my legs around his neck. I worked my hips, as he flickered that tongue all over my clit. That worked for a second, until Kaydoa’s face entered my head. I could vividly see him looking at me, only in the way he could.
“Wait,” I tried to pull away from Boo. He picked up the pace, continuing to taste me. “Boo, let me go!” I shouted, as I attempted to pull away.
He kept going, pissing me off.
“My nigga, let me go!” I seethed, as I jerked out of his grasp.
“What the fuck?” he threw his hands up in the air.
“I told you to stop,” I snapped.
“I’m saying, what’s the problem?”
I waved my head, as I eased out of the bed, and began gathering my clothes. “I gotta go.”
“You gotta go?” He frowned, as he stood up.
I nodded, as I stepped into my jeans.
“For what? I mean, is it something I did?”
“No,” I waved my head. “I’m…I’m just going through something right now. Let me…let me go and clear my head.”
“Black Reign, baby girl, talk to me. What’s the problem?”
I exhaled, “It’s too much to talk about. I just gotta go.”
He waved his head, as I grabbed my purse, and dashed out the door. I sprinted to my car, and slid in. I attempted to place my key in the ignition when my hand began to shake. I trembled a bit, before dropping my head onto the steering wheel. It had finally hit me. Me and Kaydoa were done, and I didn’t think it would be this hard for me.
I sat and cried in my car, thinking about a man I couldn’t have. My chest was heaving up and down, as I thought about all the times we’d shared. Thought about how being with him was some of the happiest moments in my life. For a brief moment I thought about just giving in. I hated being without him, and it was too painful. But I couldn’t. I refused to be his or anybody else’s dummy. But I swear the shit was killing me softly.
Being in Kaydoa’s presence daily was a struggle. So many times I thought about just saying fuck it, and tackling his ass down to the floor. Everything in me missed his ass. From the way he walked to the way he said my name. Every time ‘Jasmine’ left his lips, it sounded heaven sent. That nigga had my head gone. Then he had the nerve to be blowing my phone up. I could feel it in my bones. He was trying to confuse me. I had to remain strong. It was all or nothing. Fuck the dumb shit.
Chapter 10
Kaydoa
“Look at that hoe,” Lil Hurt nodded his head in Dookey Baby’s direction. Her lil’ poe ass was in some damn shorts that looked like panties with a damn sports bra. She’d definitely come out of her shell, and was letting her freak flag fly. There was nothing undercover about her no more. She was out in the open with her hoeness.
I chuckled, as I watched her dance. Yeah, she could work that body, but her ass was too damn skinny. She made Farrah look fat, and that was saying a lot. “That bitch on the prowl for her next vic.” I offered.
We were sitting on the portable bleachers at the basketball court in Brewster Park. The huge block party had been going for a just two hours, and the crowd was getting thicker with every passing minute. Everybody had come out, and we was representing. We all rocked green, as planned, and the only person who was missing was Jasmine.
I was waiting to see her ass. She never did answer my calls the night before. I wanted to know where the fuck she was. I had shown up to her mama’s and the trap. She was nowhere to be found. I mean…I aint gon lie. I sat outside of her mama’s apartment all night long, and her ass never did come home. The only reason I left was because my thoughts had begun to take me to some real dark places. I got to thinking about her being with another nigga. And then I imagined her pulling up to her crib with the nigga. And I had my pistol on me too. I had never so much as argued over a bitch, but I swear to God if Jasmine would’ve showed her face with another man, I was gonna merk something. That’s the only reason I burnt off. Was I afraid to catch a body? Hell no, but I would be breaking all kinds of G codes if I murdered a man over pussy. But that’s the level I was on the night before.
Now, I was waiting to see her ass. We needed to talk, and I wasn’t taking no for a answer. I didn’t give a fuck who was around. Jasmine had to see me.
“Baby, scoot over,” Farrah whined, wanting to sit next to me.
“Here, main,” I breathed, as I moved over. She’d been working my got damn nerves. Really, I wanted her ass to stay at the crib, but she wasn’t having it. She was looking nice, though, in her little green dress. It was form fitting, showing off her little curves. I will admit that she looked good by a nigga’s side, but something just didn’t feel right about us no more.
I glanced around checking out all the women in the vicinity. I swear I loved my hood, but some of the broads around the way just didn’t care how they left their houses. It was a whole lot of nappy weaves, and cheap clothes wearing hoes walking around. Still, there were dimes in attendance as well.
As I took a sip from my Styrofoam cup filled with codeine, I noticed somebody in my peripheral view. Turning my head to face her, I watched her strut onto the court. Wearing a little short green overall, it hugged her ass, and sat right under her ass cheeks. Underneath the overalls she wore a short ass yellow shirt…no better yet that shit had to be a sports bra, along with yellow and green Jordans. Those thick ass thighs were all out, but were dent free. I can’t front…she was a stallion, and had one of the sickest bodies around. Her weave was curly and hung down to her ass, as usual.
She didn’t make it very far, before niggas from outside the hood was trying to holler at her. Smartly, she shot them down, and made her way over to her sister, and her friends. I sat and watched them laugh, until my cousin approached her. I knew that she and Monay hadn’t been kicking it lately, so I didn’t know what they were talking about.
“The fuck you looking at?” Farrah snapped.
“What?” I scrounged.
“I said, what the fuck are you looking at?”
“Whatever the fuck I want to,” I stood up. “Ion know who the fuck you think you talking to. But you better check that shit,” I growled. She got on my fucking nerves. Needing to distance myself from her, I stepped off the bleachers, and headed to a crowd of my homies.
“Kaydoa, what it do, my nigga?” Jay Rock greeted me.
“What’s up, big homie?” I smiled, as we clasped hands for a shake.
“Checking out the scene. You know how it is,” he stated coolly. “But I see yo
u shining, boy. Yall niggas been doing the damn thang around here.”
Sucking his teeth, hating ass Tuka drew attention to himself.
“That issue I gave them started it all off,” Tuka spoke out of term.
“What?” I squinted. “The fuck is you talking about? I’m a man, nigga. And aint nah nigga walking around here can say he did shit for me. So, miss me. Keep you and ya weak ass hustle over there, on the other side of the tracks. Cause the last time I checked, you been getting that re-up over this way.”
“What nigga,” he snarled. “You trying to play me, my nigga?”
“Fuck nigga, you played ya self, coming at me wit this bullshit. I’ll lay ya bitch ass out right in this park.”
Jay Rock waved his head. “I’m confused. Where this beef shit come from? We all from the same hood. That shit is for these outside niggas.”
Tino grinned. “That’s that Black Reign effect. Yall niggas aint playing over her lil’ wild ass, I see.”
I waved my boy off, “Man, you tripping.”
“Fuck I’ma beef over a bitch I done already had?” Tuka fumed.
“Tuka, my nigga, they said you was tricking for the pussy,” Tino instigated. Everybody broke out into laughter. The crowd turned lighthearted after that crack, but I was still mugging that bitch ass nigga Tuka. He was a hater and the shit was written all over his face.
Black Reign
“So, you really been avoiding my calls?”
I rolled my eyes at Monay’s ass. Yeah, I’d been plexed up, and wouldn’t answer her calls. I was pissed at her for a few things, but it was time to get the shit off my chest.
I glanced back at my sister. She was all in our mouths, so I decided to move around. “Come on, let’s talk over here,” we stepped to the side. “Now, what was you saying?”
She sucked her teeth. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls?”
“Because, man, you pissed me off with that shit you said outside the club that night.” I confessed.
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