Beyonce was playing in the background, drowning my cries out. “Ooh, killing me softly. And I’m still falling. You’re the one I need. I will always be with you-oo. Ooh. You got me all gone. Don’t never let me go. Say it real loud if you fly. If you leave me you outta your mind…”
This nigga was hitting it hard, I guess getting motivation from Beyonce’s up-tempo song. I threw it back, attempting to tame his ass. Still, he remained in that zone, until I was clawing at the sheets, begging for mercy.
“Shut up and take this dick,” he slapped my ass.
I felt a little awkward, feeling my ever growing gut slap against my thighs. The shit was foreign to me, because I’d always had a flat stomach.
“Shiiiit,” he released, as he busted inside of me. “Damn,” he rested his weight on my back.
I breathed heavily, as he lied on my back, still inside of me. I was getting a little cold when he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck. “I love you,” he whispered into my ear. “I aint gonna let shit happen out here to you. No matter what’s going on. I just need you to believe in daddy. Trust me when I say that I got you. No matter what.”
I closed my eyes tightly, wishing that I could believe him.
Chapter 16
Kaydoa
“Here come ya bitch,” Lil Hurt teased.
I glanced up, and noticed Farrah easing out of her mama’s car. We were all posted up at Hurt’s mama’s old house. She didn’t live there anymore, and we’d been trapping there for a few months.
I shook my head, as Farrah approached us. She was still pretty, but it looked like she was trying too hard. She had on a pair of booty shorts, a baby tee, with a pair of Retro Jordan’s.
Lil Hurt chuckled, “Who the fuck is she supposed to be? Fuckin’ Yellow Reign? That hoe is losing it.”
I snickered a bit. It did seem like she was channeling the old Jasmine look. Did she think that was the reason I was with Jas now? I mean, the shit was crazy, and I didn’t know what the hell was going on in her mind.
“Hey,” she smiled, as she stood in front of me.
“What’s up?” I spoke, as I eyed her petite body.
“I was just stopping by to say hi. I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Shit been hectic.”
“That’s why you should call me. I be worried about you out here.”
“Oh yeah?” I licked my lips.
“Yeah,” she sat right next to me. “And I honestly miss you. I mean…not just in the relationship aspect. I miss you as a friend. Sometimes I feel like you hate me or something. After spending all those years together we can’t even be friends?”
I rubbed my hands together, as I marinated on her words. She was right. I’d left her for somebody else. She’d done nothing to me, and there was a time that I really loved her. And sometimes I found myself thinking about her, but I kept my distance because I aint wanna hear her whining about us getting back together. “I can see that,” I admitted.
She smiled brightly, “That’s all I wanted.”
“I hear you.”
Before either of us could utter another word Jasmine’s car pulled into the yard. I really didn’t know what the fuck she was doing there. I had made myself crystal clear. She was done hustling wit us. I told her that we could flip her money for her, but that was it. And until she could understand that she was out of the game she wasn’t welcome to none of the traps.
Slithering out of her new Lexus, she slammed the door. Since the other car had full coverage she was able to get another whip, so she was back in affect. For a second I found myself staring at her. She was standing there with that long dramatic weave that had been done up in huge curls. She rocked some little ass shorts that accentuated her curves with a baby doll top that kind of concealed that lil’ gut she had gotten recently. On her feet were knee high gladiator scandals, displaying her freshly pedicured feet. Her make-up looked like it had been done professionally, like she was going to some damn photo shoot. Her and Farrah just looked worlds apart. I guess Farrah budget didn’t allow her to have the same creative fashion as Jasmine. But I won’t lie…she made daddy proud.
That bowlegged walk had my dick rocking up, as she strutted up to us. “Where did you put that issue?” she questioned, as if Farrah wasn’t sitting there.
I frowned. “What?”
“Where my work at, nigga?” she gritted.
Farrah yawned, as she crossed her legs, showing no signs of leaving.
I shook my head, “What did I tell you?”
“But you aint my daddy,” she fumed.
“I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit you saying,” I let her know, as Farrah began giggling.
Jasmine cut her eyes. “The fuck is funny?”
“You,” Farrah snaked her neck, shocking the shit out of me. Usually, she’d tuck her tail in Jasmine’s presence.
Jasmine focused on me, aiming her thumb at Farrah. “The fuck is the duck doing here?”
Lil Hurt chuckled, instigating like a muthafucka.
“Bitch, I got ya duck!” Farrah shot to her feet.
“Girl,” Jasmine sucked her teeth. “Take yo broke ass on somewhere. You out here looking for some attention. Kaydoa aint worried about you. That much is obvious. You can’t even get a little change out of him no more. Got you sitting out here with split ends, and shit. Fuck around and have these fiends using your hair for a Brillo pad for their damn crack pipes.”
Lil’ Hurt howled with laughter, while I tried to hold my laugh in. Jasmine was always coming wit some of the wildest cracks.
“Aint shit funny, Kaydoa,” Jasmine growled, as she stepped between my legs. “I don’t know who the fuck you think I am.” She snaked her neck.
“Tuh,” Farrah grumbled, as she stomped off.
I placed my hand on her waist, “Quit playin’ wit me. What I told you?”
“Bitch!” Farrah screeched, as she snatched Jasmine’s hair from behind. Caught off guard, Jasmine fell to the ground.
Before I even thought about what I was doing, I’d jumped up and decked Farrah, laying her out.
“Damn!” Hurt belted. “She just got knocked the fuck out!”
Jasmine scrambled to her feet, and charged at Farrah. I caught her in mid-swing. Honestly, I felt bad for doing Farrah like that. It was just my reflexes, and I had never used my fist to hit a female before.
“Stop, before you blow up the spot, man,” I whispered in Jasmine’s ear, while Farrah climbed to her feet.
“You hit me for her?!” Farrah’s face turned beet red, as tears streamed down her face.
“Go home, main,” I spoke calmly, while holding Jasmine tightly.
“Let me go, Kaydoa,” Jasmine fumed, as she struggled against me.
“You know I can’t do that,” I spoke into her ear. “Hurt, get her dog,” I told my boy, as Farrah called herself trying to run up on Jasmine.
Without hesitation, Hurt pushed Farrah all the way back to her mama’s car.
“This aint over, bitch!” Jasmine lashed.
“Fuck you, ya bald headed bitch!” Farrah gave her the finger.
“Get in yo car,” Lil Hurt commanded.
Farrah glared at him. “So, I’m the problem? I’m the problem, Hurt? I know you never liked me, but you really trying to push me off like I’m wrong. That bitch is standing over there with my man! My man!” she broke down. “All I ever did was love your boy. And he cheated on me with that…with that trash! And then he puts his hands on me, defending the bitch, but I’m wrong? You niggas aint gonna have no luck!”
“Bitch, keep talkin’. Keep talkin’!” Jasmine warned her, trying to break free from my grasp.
“Farrah, take yo ass on, main!” I barked.
Finally, she dropped down into the car, and pulled off. I released Jasmine.
“What was that bitch doing over here?” her nostrils flared.
“She just stopped by unannounced.”
She pursed her lips. “Yeah
, right.”
“That’s the truth.”
“Whatever,” she waved me off, as stepped onto the porch. “You and that bitch was looking a little too friendly for me.”
“There you go wit that bullshit,” I griped. We went back and forth for a damn hour straight.
I was ready to throw her ass off the porch, when we spotted the laws rounding the corner. “Shit,” she hissed. I aint know why, because her ass was supposed to be clean as a whistle.
I wasn’t sweating them being in the area, until they pulled up to the house. My heart began to pound in my chest.
“Fuck, fuck,” I heard Jasmine mumble, as she fumbled around. I didn’t even look back to see what she was doing, because I aint want nothing to look suspicious in the laws’ eyes.
“Well, well, well,” one of the white officers said, as he eased out of the patrol car. “It seems that we got a call about yall slanging dope over here.”
“What?” I scrounged.
“Where did that come from, officer?” Hurt questioned, sounding guiltier than a muthafucka.
Without permission, the officer stepped onto the porch. “What’s up?” Jasmine asked nervously.
“Black Reign,” his red neck ass smiled. “You still stealing out the stores, girl?”
“What?” she frowned.
“You heard me,” he gritted.
“Why are you over here harassing people?” she sassed.
“Did you search them?” the other officer questioned, as he got out of the car.
“Search us for what?” Jasmine snapped.
“Because we received a call, claiming that this house is being used to sell and distribute narcotics.”
“Well, where your search warrant at?” I seethed.
Ignoring me, the officer kept his eyes trained on Jasmine. Just looking at her, it looked like she was hiding something, as beads of sweat began to trickle down her face. “Stand up for me,” he commanded.
“For what?”
“Hey, just do as he says,” the other white punk ass officer interjected.
Jasmine slowly stood, and the officer kicked the chair she was sitting on back. There on the ground was a bag of coke. Just from eyeballing it, it had to be a few ounces.
“Fuck,” I gritted. I had told her ass time and time again to leave this shit alone.
“Well, lookey here,” the officer bent down and picked up the dope. “Who does this belong to?”
My heart raced, as I spoke up, “Its mines.”
“No, its mines,” Jasmine waved her head.
The officer looked back and forth between us two. “Which one is it? Because someone is definitely going down to the Harris County jail.”
“It’s mines, main,” I reiterated.
“No,” Jasmine shook her head. “He’s lying. As you can see it was under my seat. That’s my charge.”
“Okay,” the officer nodded. “Bob, come and cuff her.”
“Come on, main. I said it was mine,” I opened my arms, getting frustrated. How often did niggas confess to crimes, and the laws ignored him?
“Kaydoa!” Jasmine blurted. “Just let it go! It’s my fuckin’ shit! Stop lying!”
I knew that she was trying to play it cool, but I could see the fear in her eyes. This wasn’t a little bit of dope. She wasn’t going to do a little time in the county, and then come home. This shit was big, and deep down she knew it, as tears slid down her cheeks.
“Okay, come on.” The officer placed her in handcuffs. “You have the right to remain silent…”
I stood wit my hands on top of my head, thinking ‘what a fuckin’ day’.
Black Reign
“Bitch, and I started to put them shoes back,” a high yellow girl said to her friend. “I knew that man was watching us. Something told me not to take them damn shoes. We had already won at three other stores.”
I was sitting back listening to all these random bitches cackle in the holding tank in jail. I didn’t know how long I’d been locked up, because there were no clocks in jail. I was hungry, and had a banging headache.
I had already seen a pre-trial judge, and my bond was set at forty thousand dollars, which meant that I had to pay four grand to get out through a bondsman. A few bitches heard how high my bond was, and was whispering how that shit was too much for them. I was surrounded by petty thieves, and crack heads. I heard a few bitches bragging about their lives in the free world, and just looking at them hoes, I knew they were lying. Those chicks was sitting there with cheap lace front wigs, claiming to have this kind of car, and live that kind of lifestyle.
I was sitting there in my Chanel gladiator scandals that ran me a cool two grand, listening to bitches trade stories about shoplifting at Rainbow. Until right then I never realized how drastically different my life had become, yet I was sitting right there with those broke bitches. And the case I was facing could mean doing years in the pen, while they were probably gonna get a few months of county time. I was wishing like hell that we could trade shoes, because I would gladly walk in those $9.99 scandals, if it meant that I was going home, back to my everyday life.
“Hey, where you got them shoes from? I saw them same shoes in Forever 21,” the loud mouth yellow girl blabbed.
I scrounged, “Nah, you couldn’t have seen these there.”
“And why is that?” she rolled her neck.
“Cause Forever 21 don’t sell Chanel, sweetie.”
“Chanel?” the girl pursed her lips. “Yeah right,” she mumbled.
Right then, a local crack head, and hood legend was placed in the tank. “What’s up, Alex?” I spoke.
“Hey, Black Reign!” Alex exclaimed, as she ran over and placed me in a bear hug. “This my bitch right here.” I checked her out. She was wearing a crooked wig, and had on leggings, and a shirt with no bra. Titties was just flopping everywhere.
I giggled a little, as she collapsed down next to me.
“Alex, where you been hiding?” I asked.
“Shit, I been out there on the south side at my niece house,” Alex spoke loudly. “Yeah, she live by these raggedy hoes.” She pointed at the yellow girl, and her little crew.
“Alex, you crazy,” the yellow bitch laughed, but we all knew Alex was serious when she said what she said. But those bitches weren’t crazy. Alex was fuckin’ crazy, and smoker or not, I wouldn’t fight her psychotic ass.
Focusing on me, Alex smiled. “Black Reign. Big Money. What the fuck is you doing in here?”
I shrugged. “Got caught up.”
“Yeah? Well, I know that nigga of yours gon come get ya,” she glanced at those hoes that were all in her mouth. “This bitch fuckin’ wit the big nigga back in the hood. They getting that money, baby,” she boasted. She looked at me. “Wit his big dick ass.”
My eyes bucked, “Alex, how the fuck you know what my man packing?”
She howled with laughter, “Cause, Black Reign. Look,” she stood up. “One day the nigga was pissing on the side of the trap house. I was like ‘Kaydoa!’ and that nigga jumped, and spun around.” She demonstrated, twirling around. “That nigga dick was this big.” She spread her hands damn near a foot apart. “And it was fat like a fucking air freshener can.” She grabbed her pussy. “Bitch, I was like Lawd what is that young nigga doing wit all that dick?! If he wasn’t ya nigga, I would’ve sucked that big muthafucka. But I just let his ass serve me my medicine, and I went in there and got high with his uncle.” She revealed, not giving a damn. Alex had absolutely no filter. “Then I fucked unc. Shit, Ben was beating this pussy up!” she humped the air. “And I was ooh, nephew, unc got a big one, but it aint big like yours!”
I fell out laughing, knowing that her ass was dead serious. Only her crazy ass had the power to make me cry tears of joy while in a fucked up situation.
Time ticked by, and Alex had the whole tank rolling. She had stories for days, and she was so over the top, and animated with it.
I was in there laughing hard, when the guard stepped into t
he tank. “Okay, I need Jasmine King to step forth.”
I stood up. “What’s up?”
“Follow me,” she gestured with her head. “Your bond has been posted. I need you to sign this paperwork.”
I nodded, just glad that I was going home. But it was bitter sweet, because I knew that the situation was far from over.
******
It had been two days since I’d caught my case, and I was stressing. Kaydoa wasn’t making the shit no better. He’d been ignoring me since he’d bonded me out. I mean, I knew that he was probably a little disappointed, but damn.
When it was time to meet up with my lawyer I didn’t bother saying shit to him. I just got myself together, and headed downtown. To my surprise, when I arrived at the lawyer’s office Kaydoa was already there.
“I aint expect to see you here,” I eyed him, as he stood up.
He scrounged. “Why not?”
I shrugged. “You aint said two words to me since I’ve been home.”
He grabbed the bridge of his nose. “Look, man, Ion wanna talk about that shit right now.”
I sighed.
He eyed my cautiously. “Why your face look all swole and shit?”
My eyes fell down to the floor. “Probably from crying.”
“Crying?” he furrowed his brows. “But that wouldn’t have been the issue if you’d listened, right?”
I huffed, “Kaydoa…”
“Ms. King, step into my office,” my lawyer Mr. Schultz said, interrupting me. He was a Jewish attorney that had beat several cases for a few people back in the Ward.
Kaydoa shrugged me off as he stepped into the office right along with me.
“Have a seat,” Schultz offered. “Okay, let’s get down to it.”
“Okay,” I sighed, as Kaydoa sat down right next to me.
“Well, I reviewed your case, and I spoke with the DA. They’re talking ten years,” he revealed, causing my heart to plummet down to my toes.
“Ten years?” I gasped.
I glanced at Kaydoa, and he was shaking his head. “The fuck did you think they was gonna come at you wit?”
“Well,” Schultz adjusted his tie. “We’re still negotiating, but I’m going to be honest with you, Ms. King. More than likely you will do some time. Probation would be nice, but with the amount of drugs you had, accompanied with your priors that doesn’t seem likely. So, I am aiming to get you six years or less. With a six year sentence you could do anywhere from one to three years of that, and then be released on parole.”
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