by Tynessa
Jazz and Biggs conversed on the on the phone until we pulled up to my house. She was trying to talk some sense into him. That nigga was .38 hot with me and ready to get on the first thing smoking to Atlanta and attempt to body me. I wasn’t worried about that though.
“Are you getting out?” I asked Jazz once she hung up with Biggs punk ass. Now was the perfect opportunity to make a move on her. Jazz was beautiful and any nigga would be trying to get with her. I didn’t think she looked better than Teyana, but she was beautiful in her own way.
“No, Biggs already tripping because I gave you a ride home from the jail. Plus I need to get back to the house with Gambino,” she explained.
“I don’t know why. He probably chilling with my fiancée,” I said. That shit had just pissed me off, thinking about them being together. I’d never known Teyana to be a ho. I was always told once you get to know a person, their true colors come out, and they didn’t lie.
“Might be,” she said with a shrug. “He did say he was taking his son out,” she emphasized. His? I clenched my jaws and saw nothing but red. This nigga calling my mothafuckin’ son, his?! See, I tried not to kill Teyana for the sake of our son, but this bitch done went and did the ultimate no-no. This was the second time she done let that faggot ass nigga walk around with my child as if Camari was his. And that and the few words me and Biggs had gave me all the reason to fuck the shit out of Jazz’s pregnant pussy.
“Come on. Just come in for a minute. I’m not going to bite.” I gave her a devilish smile as I ran my hand up her right thigh. Her breathing increased and she let out a moan as I rubbed her warm pussy through the sweat pants she hand on. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought she opened her legs wider, giving me better access.
I saw it like this; if Teyana and Jazz’s nigga could disrespect us and fuck around behind our backs, then we should’ve been able to. It wasn’t like neither one of them were thinking about us. I leaned over and was now kissing on Jazz’s neck. My dick was swollen and I was ready to fuck. I knew this pussy had to be good. Then she was pregnant, too. This shit couldn’t be good as Teyana’s though. Her ass had two crazy mothafuckas trying to kill over that shit—me and Gambino! Jazz only had Biggs and his slow ass didn’t know no better.
“Tyriq, stop!” Jazz yelled as she grabbed my wrist brought me out my thoughts. Fuck she mean, stop?
“What?” I asked, snatching my hand away from hers then continuing my journey.
“Seriously, Tyriq. Stop! I’m not going there with you. You know I’m with Gambino now; not to mention Biggs is the father of my child.”
This little sneaky ass bitch. I knew her and Biggs was fucking around but never in a million and one years I would’ve suspect that. Bitches ain’t shit!
“Fuck both those mothafuckas,” I stated as I tried kissing her but she moved back.
“Okay, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and not tell them. Could you please get out Gambino’s car? I already feel bad for having you in his shit as is.”
Jazz was stupid as fuck, coming to pick me up in the car of this nigga I despised with a fucking passion. I didn’t say shit, I just smiled and opened the passenger door and got out. Picking up a big ass rock nearby, I threw the mothafucka’ against the passenger window and watched the bitch shatter. I then began kicking the door. Once I was satisfied with my damage I walked off with a smile and hoped she let the mothafucka’ know it was me that did the shit.
When I got in the house, I went to the bedroom so I could get some clothes and get in the shower. All I wanted to do was get cleaned up then call this honey I had met on FB a few months back. Her name was Carla and she was from Buffalo NY. I had been talking to her heavy for the last two months so I knew she was probably pissed that she hadn’t heard from me in almost two weeks.
“What the fuck?” I walked in my bedroom and all my clothes were spread around the room with bleach all over them. The fucking room smelled like a cleaning supply room. Teyana’s ass had fucked up ever piece of clothing I had. I went to the closet and the bitch had took all my shoestrings out my sneakers and cut the damn tongues out the shoes. What kind of fuck shit was she on?
I pushed everything to the floor and sat on the bed. I couldn’t believe Teyana had the balls to pull this shit off. I pulled my cell phone out and called Jazz but she didn’t answer the phone. I knew I had pissed her off by fucking up Gambino’s car so I figured she wasn’t going to answer.
I decided to call my shorty Carla and see what she been up to. Hell, it was worth a shot to see if I could get her to come visit for a minute. I went to my Facebook messages to get her number out and when I got to her page, I got the shock o my life. She had posted a picture of her and her cousin and his little family that was visiting. I was looking at a picture of Teyana, Carla and Gambino holding my son Camari.
Jazz
I sat in Tyriq’s driveway as I watched his crazy ass stroll in the house with a damn smile plastered on his face as if he was proud of the shit he’d just done. Stupid bastard. How the fuck was I going to tell Gambino this nigga was the one that did the shit? Ugh. I swear, if I had my gun on me I would’ve blown his fucking brains out.
I backed out the driveway and headed home. Shit, there was nothing else for me to do, but go on home and face Gambino. I was in some deep ass shit. The nigga already half talked to my ass and was looking for a reason to kill me and I’d just given him one. I had to think of a lie before I made it home.
When I got home I didn’t see Gambino’s Range, so I figured he hadn’t made it home yet and then I could blame it on some kids out there acting a fool and damaging cars in the neighborhood. When I got in the house it was pitch black. I went up to the room and his clothes were all over the place and there was luggage out. It looked as though he had packed some things up in a hurry. I pulled out my cell and ignored the call from Tyriq and called Gambino.
“Hello,” Gambino said like shit was gravy. Fuck was wrong with this nigga?
“Hey, baby, why is your clothes all over the bedroom, are we going somewhere? Should I be packing?”
“Naw, you ain’t going nowhere. I came back to town to see my mother off before her wedding. I will call you when I’m headed back.” With that, he hung up on me.
I called Biggs to see if he could give me any information.
“What up, Jazz?” he said with a slight attitude.
“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Jazz. What’s up?” I didn’t know what the hell was up his ass but I didn’t have time for it.
“Listen, Gambino apparently came back to town sometime today. I didn’t know he was coming or else I would have warned you.”
“I knew he was coming last week.” What the fuck? How the fuck did he know that Gambino would be there on a visit and didn’t have the decency to let me know?
“Wait….what? You knew he was coming and didn’t call and give me the heads up? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Jazz, I don’t know who the fuck you think I am but you better watch ya’ fucking mouth. Obviously you ain’t doing ya’ fucking job with the man because not only did he leave yo’ ass sitting there looking dumb, he brought Teyana and her fucking seed with him. If you would just get the information we need to eliminate this nigga, we can be done with this shit before my seed is born.”
I couldn’t believe that Biggs was acting like a dickhead. It was as if he couldn’t remember that if it hadn’t been for him being greedy then I wouldn’t even be in love with another man. Here I was in Atlanta alone while Gambino had Teyana back home with his mother and Biggs was being a asshole too. I fell in love with a man trying to help the man I love. I was due any day now and I was alone. What had my life come to?
Chapter 9
Carla
I couldn’t stand this bitch Teyana. When Gambino brought her home a few months ago something about her was rubbing me wrong but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It just seemed like the bitch thought she was the shi
t.
I had met this guy named Tyriq on Facebook around the time I first met Teyana. He was cool and we were talking heavy then all of a sudden the messages became few and in between if any at all. I decided to go through his pictures one day and saw the picture of him and Teyana and it made me hate her even more. Not only did the bitch have my cousin cheating on his girlfriend but she had a nigga of her own that I wanted.
I mean, I considered myself a bad bitch. I was 5’5” and weighed one hundred and forty pounds. I had naturally curly hair and hazel eyes, but my 38DDs and nice-sized ass are what stood out the most. Shit, I considered myself the baddest bitch that turned heads on a daily basis.
Gambino was my cousin on my father’s side. Our fathers were brothers. We were close at one point but when Zywon came into the picture and they started making money together, he forgot about me. Zywon, being from his mother’s side of the family, did get to see him more. Once his father passed away his mother pretty much kept him away. I missed my cousin but I thought that as we got older then we would at least have half the relationship we had before but I guess I was wrong.
“Um, is there a problem?” Teyana asked, bringing me out of my train of thoughts. I really couldn’t stand this bitch! I swear, my cousin knew how to pick his hos. Then Auntie Tamika could just eat her shit. She loved Teyana’s ass so much and I really couldn’t understand for the life of me why. I would rather deal with Jazz’s stuck up ass than this bitch.
“Girl, ain’t nobody thinking about you!” I said with a roll of my eyes. Somebody better get this little girl because I wasn’t the one.
“I’m just saying, you sitting over there staring at me with a mug, like there’s something you want to get off your chest.”
“Look, honey, please don’t start with me today. I ain’t up for this shit. I came over here to chill with my cousin; not to sit in your damn face all day.” Once again, I rolled my eyes and mumbled, “I don’t even know why Gambino brought you here, anyways.”
I didn’t think I spoke loud enough for her to hear me, but she did.
“I don’t even know why you’re worried about why he brought me!” the bitch said sarcastically. My patience was really running thin with this ho.
“Because he’s my cousin and I want the best for him, and the best for him isn’t with you. Don’t you have a crazy ass fiancé somewhere or something?!” It was more of me telling her than asking. I bet her dumb ass was wondering how I knew about Tyriq being crazy. I mean, it was no secret that she had a man, but no one was supposed to know the nigga was crazy.
“That’s something you shouldn’t be worried about,” was all she said.
“My cousin better not get hurt behind your bullshit! To be honest, I think he would’ve been better off staying with Jazz. Then you’re claiming to be pregnant by him; for all we know, that could be Tyriq’s baby.” Shit! I didn’t mean for his name to slip out. Gambino had never spoke about Tyriq—well not to me—so there was no way I should’ve known his name. Fuck!
I tried to avoid eye contact with Teyana, but I couldn’t help but notice the confused expression on her face. I knew she was wondering how I knew her fiancé’s name. I was pretty sure was wanted to question me about that, but she didn’t.
“I’m so sick of mothafuckas worried about who’s the father of my child. The one person that should be worried about it is the one that’s not. Whatever hate you have for me, keep it between me and don’t put my kids in the mix.” I knew I had hit a nerve about bringing up who might be the father of her baby, because she was no longer wearing that cocky ass smile she was a few minutes ago. I didn’t say anything as I watched her stand to her feet.
“I know you would rather Gambino be with Jazz, but I can assure you that that’s not going to happen. You might as well suck that shit up, because it’s not going to happen.” She turned to walk away but suddenly stopped. “And don’t think I wasn’t aware of how comfortably Tyriq’s name rolled off your tongue. I’m not going to even ask how you know him because that’s between y’all. I’m going to just say this; I hope you wasn’t involved in the shooting with your cousins and him kidnapping my son. I’d hate to kill you myself, but I will!” With that the bitch walked off.
I was pissed. See, with me, I wouldn’t go after my cousins or her son. I would go after that bitch though. If she wasn’t pregnant I would be beating the dog shit out of her right now. I made a mental note to call up Jazz. I didn’t like her ass either but right now, we both had one thing in common; our hatred for Teyana.
Gambino
I had to make a quick run but when I got back to my mom’s house Teyana was unusually quiet. My mom said she heard her and Carla’s ass having a few words but she didn’t know what it was about; she caught end of the conversation. I asked Teyana, but she kept saying it was nothing and that she was okay. Carla’s ol’ funky ass wasn’t there, but best believe I called her. She claimed she didn’t say shit to Teyana and I was tripping. I swear, that girl was going to make me lay hands on her if she didn’t stay out my damn business.
When me, Teyana and Camari got to the hotel, she bathed him and put him in the bed before taking her a long bath. I wanted to join her but I figured I would just let her have her moment. When she got out she didn’t say one word to me as she slipped on her nightie and got in bed. I just shook my head before hopping in the shower myself. I had a lot on my mind. I couldn’t put my finger on it but something was up with that nigga Biggs when I saw him earlier. The nigga was throwing hella shade towards me and worrying a little too much about my relationship with Jazz, hell with Teyana too. I had to remind myself that he was my homeboy and that was the only reason I didn’t punch his fuck ass in that mouth he was running so fucking much.
“Come here, ma.” I eased in bed, pulling my Tee baby into my arms. Her back was to my front and I ran my hand over her swollen belly. I smiled when my little princess started kicking. Having a baby with Teyana; I couldn’t ask for anything more. I loved this damn girl so much it was ridiculous. “Do you love me, Tee Baby?”
“You know I love you, Terrean,” she said in a hushed tone.
“Well why won’t you talk to me? Communication is the key! If you don’t communicate with me then how am I going to know what’s bothering you? You walking around her with an attitude, but claiming that you’re fine when I know that’s a lie. If it’s something I did, I need to know so I can make it better. Hell, if someone else been fucking with you then you definitely need to tell me.”
She turned to face me and began to speak.
“It’s just, I hate that mothafuckas think that I’m trying to trap you. Like I’m only claiming to be pregnant by you to hold on to you. That’s not what I’m trying to do, Terrean; and I don’t want you to think that. I know who my baby daddy is and believe me, if it was Tyriq, then I wouldn’t be here with you. Okay, I get that I stepped out on him to cheat with you—I get that! It might’ve been a ho move, but I’m far from that. I’ve never stepped out on Tyriq before until I met you. It was just something about you that I couldn’t resist,” she said all in one breath. I was confused because I didn’t know where all of this was coming from. I knew my mama wouldn’t talk bad about her so that left only one other person; Carla’s lying ass.
“Where all this coming from, ma?”
“First Jazz, then Carla was saying something about it being Tyriq’s baby when I was at your mom’s house. This is not Tyriq’s daughter, Gambino. She’s yours! I know when my baby was conceived. Hell, I know what day it was too,” Teyana assured me. I laughed as I kissed the tip of her nose.
“Tee Baby, you know I ain’t worried about what the next mothafucka’ say. As long as me and you know that this is my daughter then we’re good. You shouldn’t let what they say get to you either. Have I ever questioned you about me being father?” She shook her head no. “Aight then. Don’t let that shit get to you, ma. And even if it was that pussy ass nigga’s, I wouldn’t give a fuck. I would still be with you and raise it as mines,
just like I’m going to do my little man, Camari.” That caused my baby to smile. She kissed my lips and slipped me the tongue.
Teyana eased on top of me and my hands went straight to her wide hips. Pulling up the hem of her gown, I removed it. I pulled her down and began teasing her swollen nipples. They were sitting up full and nicely.
“That feels so good, baby,” Teyana moaned right before covering her lips with mines, kissing me deeply. She then continued her kisses as they trailed down my body before she swallowed my dick whole. Instantly, my toes begin to curl and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I saw why Tyriq’s ass was ready to kill over her.
“Ssshit, ma!” I moaned as I grabbed the back of her head, pushing my dick in further. When I couldn’t take anymore of her bomb ass head, I pulled her body up and she straddled my dick. Teyana begin riding my shit as if she had something to prove, which she didn’t. My ass wasn’t going nowhere. She was stuck with me for life and I meant that shit.
Jazz had been calling me back to back since me and Teyana first got started with our love making. I knew her ass didn’t want anything and that’s why I wasn’t answering the phone, but she wouldn’t stop blowing my shit up. I didn’t even have to look at the caller ID because the ringtone that was playing told it all.
“Just answer the phone for her ass. You see she’s not going to stop calling,” Teyana said as she slowed her pace and was now kissing on my neck. I sighed and snatched the phone off the nightstand.
“Yeah?” I answered, irritated. Teyana didn’t stop her slow grind on my dick nor did I try to stop her.
“Gambino!” Jazz screamed while panting. I knew something was wrong and as bad as I might’ve hated her I was still concerned. I think more of concerned about the unborn child she was carrying. Just as I was about to asked what was wrong, she hit me with the news that caused my dick to go limp inside of Teyana. “I’m in labor!” she screamed right before the line went dead.