by Lucinda John
“Mr. Steal Ya Girl, nigga.” I boasted.
“I believe your ass, too.”
“Make sure you line up my beard right.” I demanded.
“Bruh, I gotchu.” He replied, putting his clippers to work.
When I was done getting fresh, I headed to Aventura Mall to grab a few ‘I’m sorry’ gifts. I copped a few Spider-Man action figures and shit for my mini-me, because I knew how much that lil’ nigga went crazy over that character. Once I had everything I needed, I pulled out the credit card that I duplicated from this rich, white nigga name Simon and prepared to swipe it.
“You look so beautiful.” I flirted with the lady that was ringing my items up.
Nothing about this girl screamed beautiful. In fact, she looked like she could have been that gorilla Hambre’s daughter. Looking passed that, I turned on my charm to finesse her. I needed to be able to purchase my items and get cash back from the credit card without getting asked for ID.
“Awww, thank you.” She blushed, displaying a nice set of teeth, the only attractive thing that was on her body.
“Do you have a man?” I asked.
“No, I’ve been single for the last three years now.” She replied.
“Get the fuck outta here! How could someone so beautiful be so single.” I acted.
“I guess not every man can handle a real woman like me.” She said, almost causing me to laugh in her face.
“That’s the problem; you were fucking with lames.” I put the game on her.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes really. If you give you my number, I can show you how a real nigga treats a woman.” I said, as I swiped the card and pressed the cash back option entering the max amount I could get.
“Ok.” She blushed, pulling out a paper and pen to give me her number instead of asking me for my I.D. like she was supposed to.
“I’ll call you tonight, baby. Make sure to answer.” I lied.
“Here’s your cash back, and I’ll be waiting on your call.” She smiled.
“Later, beautiful.”
“Bye.” She giggled like a school girl.
Once I reached the parking lot, I placed the items I purchased in my trunk and grabbed my portable shredder. Taking out the card I just used, I shredded and disposed of the contents. Unlike one of those rookie check boys, I knew my shit. I wasn’t using credit cards from old white ladies; I was duplicating shit from folks so rich that they had too much money to even realize the damage I had done. I never used a card more than two times, because I was a firm believer that the third time was a charm.
Instead of heading home, I decided to slide by my ma dukes crib. Even though she was the lady that brought me into this world, we couldn’t get along for shit. My mother was so possessive and crazy that she ran my father into the arms of another woman. She had serious bipolar issues and refused to get help. I suppose we were two of a kind, because the same way she was crazy and abusive towards my father is the same way I was towards Tyreema. She would often tell me that I was going to run Ty off just like she did my father, and I was nothing but a male version of her, which was why I decided to feed her with a long, wooden spoon majority of the time.
“Hey, Ma!” I yelled through the house, as I used my keys to let myself in.
“Where mama at big head?” I asked my seventeen-year-old sister, Lia.
“She out by the pool smoking a cigarette.” Lia replied.
“That crazy girl been by here again.” She said, as she snaked her neck from side to side.
“What crazy girl?” I asked looking at her sideways.
“Your baby mama.”
“Which one?” I asked, with a beating heart. Besides me and Jordynn, my mother and my sister were the only ones who knew about Jerry. I brought them one time to visit him when he was born, and since then, Lia and Jordynn had developed this friendship.
“The baby mama I don’t like.” She said, referring to Tyreema.
“What’s your beef with her?” I asked her.
“Ms. Pocahontas thinks she’s all that and shit just because these niggas be round’ here talking about her and shit. Then the bitch had the nerves coming here on her Sasha Fierce shit rocking the blunt bob and whatnot. I still can’t believe she cut her hair.” Lia rambled on.
“What niggas be round; here talking about here?” I asked, dismissing everything else she said.
“Calm down, puppy. From my understanding, she don’t be giving them play. She thinks she too good for everybody.” She rolled her eyes.
“Lia, stop hating on Ty, man. You too pretty for all that. You over here letting Jordynn fill your head up, turning you against Tyreema before getting to really know her.”
“Jerecho, I’ve been knowing this chick for seven years now, and I still don’t like her.” My sister replied.
“Lies, man. You used to fuck with her heavy back then.”
“That was then, and this is now.” Lia sassed.
“Man, go on somewhere before I jack your ass up, and put on some damn clothes. ‘Round here looking like a fucking slut.” I snapped.
“Shut up; I’m in the house, and don’t nobody be here but me and mama.” She yelled, before making her way upstairs to her room.
“Ma, your favorite son is here!” I yelled, making my way to the pool area.
“My only hard-headed ass son is here.” She replied, taking a pull of her Newport and a swig of her beer.
“Why you out here looking all crazy and shit with your hair all over your head?” I asked.
“I was waiting on you to come cut it off for me.” She laughed. Why you do that girl like that?”
“Tyreema told you I cut her hair?” I asked, biting the inside of my jaw. I was a firm believer of whatever happened behind my closed doors stayed behind my closed doors.
“Nah, she ain’t tell me, but I wasn’t buying that bullshit ass lie she fed us either. I’m your mother, boy. My blood runs through your body, and don’t you forget that. I know you better than you think you know yourself. I know of your angry ways and bipolar issues, because I’m the same way baby.” She smiled, as she finished off her cigarette.
“That’s why I hate coming around here. You always be talking crazy. You need to go see a doctor about getting some meds.” I waved her off.
“I’ll go when you go.” She countered. “That girl gon’ leave you for another man like your daddy did me. Mark my words. We sick boy; ain’t no cure for us.” She chuckled.
“I came to drop some shit off for you and Lia, then I’mma be out.”
“First step of recovery is admitting you have a problem.” She chuckled.
“Bye, Mama.”
“Next time you go lay up in some pussy, don’t have that girl looking for you over here. I be’done had a moment and spilled your sweet tea.” She joked.
“I love you, too, Mama.” I shook my head, as I made my way back into the house.
“Lia, come get this stuff!” I called out for her.
“Why you screaming, Jerecho? I’m right here.” She said, with her phone glued to her face.
“Who you on the phone with?” I asked.
“Boy, I’m grown.” She tried to walk past me.
“You just turned seventeen two months ago, bring your ass back over here.” I said, pulling her to me by her arm.
When I saw Jordynn’s name on her screen, I hung up the phone and threw it on the couch.
“Why you did that for?”
“Why the fuck you talking to this bitch for?” I asked.
“Because she’s my friend.” She answered, matter of fact.
“That conniving bitch don’t have friends; she just using you because you’re my sister.” I said, trying to put her up on game.
“Boy, don’t nobody want you like that.” She huffed.
“Ok, don’t say I ain’t tell you so.” I replied, popping my trunk. “Get all those bags on this side.
“O
hhh, thank you, big bro. You got some money I can hold? I’m trying to get my hair done.
“How much you need?” I asked, digging in my back pocket.
“Three hundred dollars.”
“Man, you women is expensive.” I sighed, as I handed her three blue faces.
“That’s why you need to drop one of them, preferably Tyreema.”
“Stay out of my business, Lia.” I warned.
“Whatever Jerecho. Kiss my nephew for me. I’m mad that evil bitch ain’t leave him with me like I asked.”
“Lia, I’m about to go before you make me stick my foot in your ass for disrespecting my girl.”
She looked like she wanted to say something slick, but the challenging look I was giving her caused her to turn on her heels and dash towards the front door. Looking at Lia was like looking in the mirror. She had the same skin tone, green eyes, and sandy brown hair that I did. Since my father was a white man with strong genes, we inherited most of everything from him. The more I looked at Lia, the more guns I decided to add to my collection. By the age of fifteen, she had curves, and now at seventeen, she was looking like she could pass for twenty-one.
Smoking a blunt filled with Girl Scout Kush, I popped a Xanax to get my mind right. I needed to be floating to deal with Tyreema’s ass, and I knew if she said the wrong thing, I wouldn’t hesitate to pop her ass in the mouth. Therefore, I needed the drugs to calm my nerves.
Getting out of the car, I grabbed all the gifts and made my way to our apartment. When I opened the door, the smell of fried chicken invaded my nostrils causing my stomach to growl. Making my way towards the kitchen, I leaned my body against the wall as I watched Tyreema and Tyreek have dinner together.
As they both ate from their plates, they made small conversation giggling with one another. The sight before me was beautiful, yet it pained my heart at the same time. I didn’t want this to be my reality. I didn’t want to end up losing Tyreema for good and have her being a family without me. I sometimes feared losing her so badly that I would use putting her down in hopes that she would feel insecure enough to stay with me. I knew in the long run I wanted to inveyually get things right with Ty, but for now, I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.
“DADDY!!” Tyreek yelled, causing Ty to look up at me.
When our eyes met, she rolled her eyes and got up from the table. Tyreek got out of his chair and ran towards me knocking a few bags out of my hand. I looked in my little man’s face, and my heart swelled up with love. The same love I had for Tyreek was the same love I had for Jerry, and when the time presented itself, I would love for the both of them to finally meet.
“Daddy, I’ve been missing you so much. Mommy said you were at work. Why do you work so much, Daddy?” He asked, never meeting a beat.
Tyreema was doing a great job raising my son. He was healthy, clean, and very smart for his age. When we decided to put him in preschool, she spent days shoppin’ around for different schools reading their reviews and studying their curriculum. When it came to my son, he came first, and I admired her for that.
“Look what I got you.” I said, pulling out the action figures.
“Spider-Man!” He exclaimed, with a huge smile on his face.
“Daddy got you, right?”
“Yes!”
“What do you say, Tyreek?” Tyreema spoke up.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Big Man. Take that up to your room and play.”
“K.” He replied, before running towards his room.
I looked over at Tyreema and couldn’t help but admire how beautiful her haircut made her. She was now more attractive, on a grown woman classy level, making me regret that I cut her hair. She was dressed in a strapless dress that stopped mid-thigh. Her juicy thick legs were on full display causing my mouth to water.
“Come here, baby.” I said, holding my arms out to her.
“I’m not in the mood, Jerecho.”
“You not in the mood for your man?” I asked, giving her the puppy dog eyes.
Every woman, Tyreema included, fell in love with my eyes. My bright green eyes had the ability to get me out of a lot of trouble. I was even able to bang a few girls just because they loved the way my eyes looked.
“My man ain’t been here for three days! We’ve been calling you, dammit! Was picking up the phone that damn hard!?” She yelled, causing me to walk towards her.
“Stop raising your voice at me.” I said, cornering her with my arms and the island.
“Why do you always do this?” She asked.
“Do what?” I quizzed.
“You get mad at me, put your hands on me, then just vanish. “
“You of all people should have known that I barely keep my phone on me. My phone was in the car; I was so wrapped up in business, you know how that go.”
“Mmm, I guess.” She shrugged.
“Listen, baby; I got you some gifts.” I beamed.
“What did you do?” She asked.
“What do you mean what did I do?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Every time you fuck up, I get gifts.” She replied, causing me to clench my jaw.
“I just wanted to apologize for my behavior the other day. This time away from you was also something I needed to calm down. Now that, I reflect on every time I was wrong, and baby I’m sorry.” I said, with pleading eyes, hoping she would forgive me. A nigga was hungry as fuck, and all I wanted to do is eat, then lay-up with my family.
“This bag is nice.” She said, holding up the YSL black quilted chain bag.
“Open it.” I urged her.
“What is this for?” She asked, pulling out the thick wad of money.
“That’s for you to go out with Naira and have some good, clean fun. NO CLUBS!” I said, making myself clear.
“Really? Thank you, baby.” She replied, jumping up and down.
I realized that I can stop her from doing a lot of things, but keeping her from Naria would be like suicide. Tyreema and Naria were so entwined that I often wondered if they were fraternal twins. I knew these last three days she was hanging out with Naria even though she didn’t have my permission to leave the house. There was no separating the two, and once I realized that, I stopped trying.
“You forgive me?”
“No. You cut my hair. Then, you spent three whole days away from home without calling anyone!”
“Ty, chill out. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters.
“Why do you keep doing me like this Jerecho? What do I ever do to deserve this treatment from you?” She asked, with her voice cracking.
I couldn’t answer her question, because I didn’t know the answer myself. Tyreema had the qualities that a man would want in a wife, and I was still fucking up every chance I got. I wanted so badly to tell her that it wasn’t her, but that it was me. I wanted to explain my lust for different women and my possessive ways, but now wasn’t the time.
Pulling Ty to the floor, I rose her dress over her ass and licked the base of her kitty. Her pussy was always neatly shaved making it easy for my tongue to glide across it. Spreading her pussy lips, I dipped my tongue deeply into her, causing her to gasp.
“Don’t hold the moans in, Ma. Let daddy know he doing you good.” I coached, as I sucked on her clit.
“Ohhhh, Daddy!!!” She moaned.
“Damn, you taste so good.” I cooed, savoring her sweet juices.”
“Ohhhhhhhh! Mercy!!!” She cried out, as I licked the folds of her pussy.
“Ain’t no mercy, bihh. You finna take all this tongue.” I growled, burying my head deep between her legs.
I sucked, slurped, and licked until she climaxed for the third time. I tried to tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue, but she was so sensitive to the point that she was running away. Gripping her by the waist, I looked into her eyes and felt like shit. I could see all the love she had for me, but I could see the fear. I never wanted Ty
reema to be afraid of me; I just couldn’t fathom the thought of her leaving me for somebody else.
“I’m sorry, baby.” I said, kissing her on this lips. “I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?” I asked, looking down at her with so much sadness in my eyes.
“You gotta keep your hands to yourself, Jerecho. I can’t keep being your punching bag.” She softly replied, choked up by her tears.
“I promise I will keep my hands to myself.” I assured her.
“Ok.”
“Can I get a quickie?” I asked, pulling my dick out.
“No, Tyreek is in the other room.” She fussed.
“He’s occupied with them toys; he ain’t worried about us.” I waved her off, sliding my dick deep in her.
The moment my dick made contact with her warm, dripping pussy, it was as if I entered the gates of heaven. Although Tyreema was shy in bed, she had some of the best pussy had I ever laid in. Her pussy was what made me cuff her ass seven years ago, and her pussy had the ability to have me commit murder over it.
“Oh, Daddy…. deeper.” She begged, as I slide in and out of her.
Pushing her legs as far back as they would go, I pulled all the way out and shoved my dick deep into her. I continued to do this until my dick started to swell up in anticipation of its relief. Tyreema’s wetness splashed all over me staining my lower abs, as I fucked her to the sounds of her moans.
“Oh, dadddddddy I’m cummmmmmmming!!!”
“Ahh, shit, girl. I’m cumming, too!” I growled.
“Mmmm, pull out. I forgot to take my pill this morning.” She said, causing me to smile.
I hated that she was on them shits anyways and was always looking for the opportunity to get her pregnant. I figured the more kids she had for me, the more she’d be stuck with my ass. At this point, I was determined to do anything to make sure she didn’t leave me for the next nigga like ma dukes was always hollering about.
A few strokes later, I was letting my seeds go all in her. I knew she was looking at me crazy; that’s why I kept my head buried in the crook of her neck. I could feel her moving underneath me trying to get up, but I held her ass in place.
“Move, Jerecho, so I can go use the bathroom.”