I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Derrick’s number, no answer. I was makin’ my way to the door when I tripped over her clothes. My foot hit somethin’ harder than a dress or a shoe and I bent down and was in complete shock as I picked up a pearl-handled handgun. It was loaded and everything. I stuffed it in my pocket and rushed out into the club.
I saw Derrick before he saw me and noticed the nigga was steady glancin’ at his cell, yet he ain’t answer when I’d just hit his ass. Big Baby was nowhere to be seen so I started to make my way over to Derrick.
I made my way through the maze of bodies. Dancers were tryin’ to make small talk, niggas tryin’ to dap me up. No one was gettin’ outta my way fast enough. I bumped into Annette, declined a drink or whatever the fuck she was tryin’ to offer me, and looked back up to see Derrick approachin’ me.
“Nigga! You ain’t see me hittin’ you? My office. Now!”
I didn’t wait to see if he was followin’ me or not. I marched my ass back to where I’d left ol’ girl. We walked in and I was stupefied; the bitch was gone along with my damn goodie box.
More Than Coincidence
14
No one, and I repeat, not one muthafuckin’ person had seen this chick come or go. I was startin’ to feel like my day was goin’ so good that I’d inadvertently pissed Murphy off and now all his laws were smackin’ me in the face.
Before I left the club to go home, Derrick let me know that he might need to cut out early and that two of the brothas were catchin’ hell on the street. Apparently, there were one or three overdose incidents and all of ’em were loyal customers. In the drug community, a heroin overdose can either work in your favor or it can work against you. Now addicts were either gonna flock to the shit thinkin’ we got the purest product on the market and it’s so potent it’s dangerous. Or, they were gonna be scared we cuttin’ our shit down too much and they’d buy from someone else. I told him we would look into the shit in the mornin’. All I wanted right now was to go home and have Michelle rub a nigga back. I chuckled to myself. On second thought, let’s stick wit’ the temples. My back was in no condition for her to see. I had Derrick drop me off at my car since I was parked damn near half a mile away.
“Yo, nigga,” Derrick called out as I got out the car. “Want me to go check ya back seat for any mighty midget assassin bitches?” He was laughin’ at his own joke and slappin’ his knee.
My life was possibly threatened and this nigga had to be the one with the jokes. I shook my head and frowned, not really feelin’ comedic at the moment. “Nah, my dude, somethin’s up an’ the fact that she got a fuckin’ gun through security should be botherin’ you, too.” I walked over to my car, sneakin’ a glace around me while unlockin’ the driver side door. I was tryin’ to convince myself ol’ girl was just a druggie and I jus’ happened to be a dealer, and that was the only connection—but sometimes the hardest person to convince is ya’self.
* * *
I drove home in silence, not really lookin’ at the road or signs. I was on autopilot. Big Baby called, but I ain’t answer. My phone beeped when he left me a voice mail. I was surprised my shit wasn’t full. I pulled up into my driveway, anxious to see my son, even if he was asleep. Where the fuck was Michelle? For a second I thought I’d pulled up to the wrong damn house. This couldn’t be right. I looked at the clock. It was damn near 3:00 a.m. Where was she and where the hell was my son? I walked through the dark, cold house realizin’ that their ass really wasn’t home. I remembered her callin’ me earlier when I was with Honey, textin’ me ’bout some fuckin’ cereal, and now this? Oh. I stopped in my tracks an’ smirked in the dark. This bitch was playin’ hardball. I guessed eighteen ignored calls drew the line for her. When I’d noticed no one was home I’d instinctively pulled my cell out of my pocket, ready to speed dial Michelle’s number. I sighed into the darkness and turned off my cell, laying it to rest on the kitchen counter. I’d had enough for one night. I was starting to feel worn out. I didn’t even bother undressing or showering; I went into the bedroom and lay across the bed fully clothed.
“Rasheed, get up.” I heard a woman’s voice pullin’ me from a dreamless sleep. I turned from my back onto my side, away from the disturbance.
“Damn, Honey, give daddy like twenty more minutes, okay?” Before the words were completely outta my mouth, realization set in and I remembered where I was. Fuck!
“Nigga, I ain’t ya damn honey. It’s almost noon and you’ve got company.”
Michelle didn’t catch it. Whew. For once I was that glad she was in a pissy mood. I sat up and rubbed the sleep outta my eyes. “Who’s here?” There weren’t too many mufuckas who knew where I lived. For someone to show up meant it was serious. Michelle had her back to me, puttin’ away laundry. She was doin’ her damnedest not to answer me. I wanted to ask where the hell she went las’ night, but figured whatever it was that brought someone to my crib was more important.
“My dude, you know I wouldn’t come ova here if it wasn’t important.” Derrick was standin’ in my livin’ room in the same clothes he had on last night, unshaved and lookin’ like he either had one helluva good night, or just a plain ol’ helluva night.
“Me an’ Big Baby been blowin’ you up since las’ night. There’s somethin’ we gotta handle at the club.” I could hear Michelle comin’ toward the front room and decided to carry our convo outside. I was silent while I slid on my shoes and tried to remember where the hell I’d set my phone. It was on the counter where I’d left it, dead since I hadn’t put it on the charger.
Derrick followed me onto the front porch. Damn, it was already hot out.
“All right, nigga, what’s the emergency?” I was prepared for the worst, mentally settin’ myself up to leave town, set up a hit, possibly even do time. When you’re involved in a lot of shit you always gotta be ready for the flies. They always come, and they come at you from all directions.
“Word is they cuttin’ Danita a serious deal if she’ll give you up. She said she won’t talk if you’ll work somethin’ out wit’ her. T, from the precinct, dropped me a line, sayin’ they got a new chief an’ he gunnin’ fa any nigga in there acceptin’ pay fa favors. If a cop so much as piss crooked, this nigga in there cuttin’ throats.”
All fell silent while I processed this new twist of fate. This was unexpected but it wasn’t the worst. I knew I’d think of somethin’.
“All right.” I put my hand on Derrick’s shoulder. “You my boy, you the fuckin’ co-captain of this ship. Ain’t no ship with two of the trillest mufuckas in the world gonna go down ’causa one gotdamn white boy or an outta work ho. This ain’t the Titanic. B, calm the fuck down.” I looked my boy in the eye, the same nigga who ditched high school with me eight years ago ’cause we had the same vision. We were both only sixteen when we started out. Look at us now. I ain’t planned on lettin’ that change for no one.
“Look, let me change up an’ I’ll meet you at the club in like thirty, a’ight?”
I didn’t wait for Derrick to reply, and headed back inside outta that damn heat. A nigga’s balls was startin’a sweat. I could hear the shower runnin’ in the bathroom. I walked into Trey’s room. My li’l man was out cold, takin’ a nap in his “big boy” bed. I smiled and kissed him on the forehead, silently promisin’ him I had our lives under control. As I left and closed the door I could smell nectarine or melon, some kinda sweet-scented fruity shit driftin’ down the hallway. It was time to get to the bottom of Michelle’s disappearin’ act. I opened the bathroom door and enjoyed the warm rush of steam as it hit my face. As much as a nigga hate to be hot I sure as hell enjoy hot showers.
“Who takes a shower at almost one in the afternoon?” I closed the bathroom door and posted up against it, starin’ at Michelle’s frame through the shower glass. No response.
“Funny, you had a mouthful when we had a audience, an’ now you ain’ got shit to say, huh?” I watched while Michelle ignored me and lathered her arms and neck. Shit, I wa
s actually enjoyin’ the show, even though I was still a li’l peeved. Michelle turned her back to rinse and I took off my shoes and undid my pants.
“Nigga, what you doin’?” I slid my body behind Michelle’s and wrapped my arms around her. She tried to slap my hands away.
“Rasheed, this ain’t the time. Get out, I’m not even fuckin’ playin wi’chu right now.”
I tightened my reverse bear hug and rested my chin on her shoulder. She was tensed up, ready to fight, but God she felt good. Out of all the bitches I’d eva fucked wit’, she was one of the few who just felt right. Not only was she thicker than a mufucka, but she was tall. I was excited afta Trey was born when she worked out, toned herself back into shape. She still managed to keep what I liked to call “dem baby titties” and didn’t lose any of her ass. I closed my eyes and exhaled.
“Baby, what are we doin?” I felt her body relax jus’ a li’l as she lowered her head.
“It’s not ‘we’ anymore, Rasheed, there’s you and then there’s me and your son.”
I felt my chest tighten from the pain in her voice.
“Chelle, you know what I gotta do to keep us betta than comfortable. To make it so Trey don’t have to do what his daddy do when he grow up.” Michelle’s hair was pinned up, exposing all of her neck. I took my chin off her shoulder and placed my lips at the back of her neck, pullin’ her body closer into mine. I waited for an objection, a “but,” or a “why?” Instead, she stood there and silently cried.
“Baby, one day I’ma turn the club an’ erethang ova to D. I’ma retire an’ we gonna get old an’ sit on the porch . . .”
Michelle finished the last part with me. “An’ rock in our rockin’ chairs gettin’ blitzed offa boxed wine.”
We both giggled. The first time we got into that argument that ere nigga who don’t wanna get married gotta have, those were my exact words to let her know I wasn’t goin’ anywhere.
“Rasheed, I only see you a few times a week—I miss you. Last night, you ignored every call and I felt like I ain’t mean shit to you, like I ain’t got nothin’ on whoeva you’re with, or whateva you’re doing. I packed up Trey an’ . . .”
I didn’t need to hear any more. I knew I was wrong and, in the process of me bein’ a selfish mufucka, I’d made my angel suffer—again. I didn’t even care to know where she went or who she stayed with. I just wanted to make it right.
The bathroom was steamed up, lookin’ like the inside of a cloud. I could feel the roundness of Michelle’s ass pressin’ into me, and the heat from the water was relaxin’ to us both. I rubbed my lips across the back of her neck.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” That was her spot. I felt every ounce of resistance leave her body as I continued to alternate runnin’ my lips across the back of her neck and goin’ back the same way my lips had come wit’ my tongue.
Michelle lowered her head, turnin’ her neck wit’ my mouth. She let out a sigh and slid her hand behind her in between our bodies to grab my dick. I was already rock solid. She stroked upward, applyin’ jus’ the right amount of squeeze while rotatin’ her hand and then goin’ back down. I dragged my lips from the back of her neck and sucked on her earlobe while my hands went to cup her full, heavy breasts, slidin’ her hard nipples between my fingers. I laughed to myself. She betta be thankful I’m such a ambidextrous mufucka. I released one of her nipples and ran my hand downward, lettin’ my nails lightly graze her smooth, flat stomach ’til I reached my destination and parted her lips. My baby was ready. I let my finger glide across her clit and eased one inside. Chelle sucked in a sharp breath as her pussy adjusted and moistened aroun’ my finger. Damn, even with the hot water all over us she still felt hotter. I brought my finger up to her mouth, provokin’ her to taste herself. She didn’t skip a beat and even swirled her tongue ’round it inside her mouth, lickin’ it dry. I grabbed her chin, turned her head toward me, and teased her at first by nibblin’ her bottom lip before finally kissin’ her and lettin’ myself enjoy how good her tongue tasted wit’ her on it. Michelle was strokin’ me somewhere I wasn’t ready to be yet. I reached down and moved her hand, makin’ her beg.
“Baby, please?”
That was all a nigga needed to hear. Usually when bitches wanted it like this, I’d have to bend my knees or squat to get it jus’ right, but not wit’ Chelle, we always jus’ fit. I could feel my pulse throbbin’ in my dick as I leaned her forward slightly and slowly guided my way into her heat. Once I was completely inside I stopped. Frustrated, Michelle sucked her teeth on the verge of a complaint.
“Unh unh, woman, don’t even start. Lean back a li’l.” As soon as her back was pressed flat against my chest an’ the back of her head was restin’ on my shoulder, I braced myself against the shower wall, covered her mouth wit’ my hand, and drove myself upward, diggin’ even deeper into her heat. I’d wrapped my arm ’round her waist to support her weight ’cause, jus’ as I’d expected, her knees buckled and she let out a cry that was muffled by my hand.
The club was gonna have to wait. Everything was gonna have to hold off a li’l longer ’til I was done makin’ Michelle forget how much she was hurtin’. I reached ’round her and turned off the water.
“Go lay on the bed, on your stomach.” She didn’t say a word and climbed out the shower. A nigga was ’bout to put in some work. I glanced at the clock on the dresser to see how far off schedule I was. We had plenty of time. I waited for Michelle to lie out completely and then I covered her wet body with mine. She tried to get up on her knees first before trying to roll over and face me, but I stopped her by bearin’ my weight down and pressin’ my chest into her shoulder blades. I wanted complete control. I traced the shape of her ear with my tongue, and let her feel my dick regainin’ its stiffness pressed up against the small of her back.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” I wanted her to say som’n dirty, ask me to do somethin’ different. She turned toward me and looked me in the eye.
“Daddy, all I ever wanted was you.”
For a minute I ain’t know how the fuck to respond. It always fucked with me when Chelle called me “baby” or “daddy.” A nigga done fucked up so much that she always seem guarded, like showin’ me affection or sayin’ somethin’ nice would eventually come back and bite her in the ass.
“Baby, you got me. Stop worryin’ so much.” My niggas, this is what I like to call variety. I got one bitch gettin’ me off when she say my name, and anotha gettin’ me off when she don’t. I held Michelle’s gaze and, for a second, it felt like I could fix us. I could be faithful, treat her right. My voice caught in my throat.
“Damn. I’m so sorry, baby,” and I really meant it. I kissed her shoulder, neck, forehead, and decided she was ready for this dick-down.
“Spread ya ass fa daddy.” Chelle knew exactly what I meant. She reached back with a hand on the side of each cheek and parted all that ass outta my way. I supported my weight with one hand and guided my dick with the other. She started squirmin’ her ass toward me, tryin’a force me inside, so I gave her what she wanted. I couldn’t believe how long it’d been. I ain’t remember her bein’ this fuckin’ tight or gotdamn hot. My breath hissed out between my teeth. Chelle put her face in the pillow and was tellin’ me she loved me in between callin’ Jesus. Pro’ly said she loved Jesus too. Ere time a nigga went deep she’d let go of that ass and I’d grab her hands and put ’em back, demandin’ she “hold it fa me.” The sun was comin’ through the curtains of our bedroom window and I let myself enjoy the faces she was makin’. Our sheets were some deep purple-colored shit she picked out and her caramel skin looked fuckin’ flawless up against ’em. Most women don’t realize one important thing ’bout niggas: we visual as hell! Why the fuck you think porn stores, Web sites, hell even strip clubs make so much money? ’Cause niggas like to see! Chelle loves it wit’ the lights off, so seein’ her like this wit’ her hair all lose, tanglin’ roun’ her face and neck, was bringin’ out my inner porn star. I just prayed we ain’t wake up Trey.
I got into a serious rhythm and gave up on her holdin’ her ass, ’cause she wasn’t holdin’ nothin’ but the sheets between her teeth. She was gettin’ close. Her pussy was grippin’ the hell outta me and with each thrust my balls were startin’ to get that tight, full feelin’. I lay down flat against her back and circled my arm under her, grabbin’ her throat. She might not have liked bitin’, but she sure as hell ain’t mind chokin’.
There’s somethin’ ’bout that shit, maybe it’s the control or the fear of death if a nigga squeeze too tight, I’m not sure. But that was it, I felt her body tense beneath me and her muscles tightened hard aroun’ my dick as she screamed words I couldn’t make out into the pillows and started to shake. I gave one last thrust, fightin’ hard against her grip that had me caught up like a hot velvet sleeve. I pulled out. The heat from my hand shielded me from the sudden temperature change as I closed my eyes and stroked myself, sendin’ a full, hot flood of whiteout ’cross her ass and lower back—Michelle, unlike Honey, didn’t like a nigga to cum inside her. She barely tolerated it when I came anywhere on her body. I had to hop up and grab a washcloth or towel and clean it off ASAP or she’d catch an attitude. You would think that after years of bein’ together she’d try to get over that shit.
In the time it took me to grab a washcloth, Chelle was out cold. Yep, I thought, feelin’ smug, that’s what that monsta dick do to ’em. We used up all the hot water, so ironically I took a quick cold shower and threw on some clothes. I peeked in on Trey, who was surprisingly still asleep, grabbed a sandwich and my phone, and headed to the club.
Daddy Daycare
15
I’d been on the road for ’bout twenty minutes before my phone was charged enough to turn on. I was calculatin’ in my head how much money I’d pro’ly missed by not bein’ available. When I could finally get into my inbox there were three 911 texts from Big Baby, one from Derrick askin’ if I was at the crib yet or with Honey, and one from Honey that read, ok well gudnite. Guess she finally figured out I wasn’t comin’ back. I pulled up to the club and saw D’s obvious-ass Mello Yello mobile but no one else. I suddenly remembered Danita’s deal and wondered what the hell she wanted in return for her silence, and what made her think I would compromise when it would pro’ly be cheaper to jus’ have her taken out.
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