A Pimp In
Pumps
Nika Michelle
Copyright © 2016 by Nika Michelle
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This book is dedicated to all of my loyal and new readers. I hope you enjoy the story.
Prologue
How it all began…
Atlanta, GA 1993
“A, get your sorry, black ass out here right fuckin’ now! I know yo’ cheatin’ ass is in there!” My mother, Jocelyn Sims screamed, pounding on the door of a seedy hotel room.
I sat, watching, strapped in the backseat of the Indigo blue, old model, box Chevy. Avery, also known as A, was my father and it was his car that my mom had been driving. His favorite color was blue, but at the moment none of that really seemed to matter. I was only six years old and I couldn’t understand any of what was going on. Since I could remember, there had always been chaos in my family life, so the scene unfolding in front of me was normal.
When I finally saw my father step outside, I suddenly got excited. My mom often resented the close bond that I had with him. Although I was close to her too, she used me to control him. She knew the level of love that he had for his only daughter/child and she often threatened to take me away from him. That would only tame him for a little while. I was his heart, so he did what he had to do to remain a constant in my life, despite the lifestyle he lived.
“Daddy!” My voice was loud to me, but he couldn’t hear over my mother’s yelling. “Daddy!”
They were still going at it when I got out of the car, closed the door and walked over to them.
“You still fuckin’ that hoe ain’t you!” Talkin’ ‘bout you doin’ what’s best for us! I was yo’ bottom bitch, but since I had Sasha it ain’t been the same. Now it’s all about that bitch Laila. You don’t want me no more. Do you? Havin’ a child damaged me.” My mother’s hands were on her hips as she rolled her neck with an attitude.
“Take my baby girl home now, or I’m gon’ fuck you up! I mean that shit!”
My eyes lingered on the blue alligator skin Stacey Adams that he was known for wearing.
“I thought I told you to stay in the car Sasha. Get back in the car,” mommy snapped.
My pops looked over at me. “Go get in the car sweetie.”
“Daddy…I…”
In the blink of an eye my whole universe shifted.
“He told you he don’t want you, you old loose pussy ass bitch! Y’en makin’ no money for big daddy! I am. Don’t bite the hand that feeds yo’, dry, worn out ass!” A tall, dark skinned, scantily clad chick with light eyes and a long, blonde wig went off when she stepped out of the room.
“Make him money? Been there. Done that. I had his only child! Top that bitch!”
My mother and the woman was all up in each other’s face while my father was walking toward me. My eyes were on him and when he picked me up I heard three loud pops that sounded like fire crackers on the fourth of July. The only difference was the sound ended too fast.
When I looked back my mother was laying on the concrete bleeding from multiple gun-shot wounds. My young mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on, but my father was aware. The rivalry between my mom and his new bottom bitch had been going on for years, but that night it had come to a head.
“Laila, what the fuck?” My pops put me down and headed toward her, forgetting all about me.
“I’m sorry daddy.” She dropped the gun on the dirty concrete and he picked it up.
She was grown, so why did she call him daddy too?
“Do you realize what the fuck you just did?” He jacked her up and then gave her a back hand to the face. “Bitch! You just killed my baby mama!”
He looked over at me. “Get in the car Sasha!”
My father’s booming voice was enough to let me know that he was serious as hell. I got back in the car thinking that my mother and father would just get in with me and we were going to go home. Confused and scared, I watched my father point the gun at her.
Pop! Pop!
The loud woman’s body dropped and I looked away not knowing what to make of everything. My young mind couldn’t fathom the fact that I had just witnessed two murders occur.
When the car’s door opened and he got behind the wheel I had to ask.
“Where’s mommy?”
“She’s gone baby.”
Gone?
What did he mean? She had just driven us to where he was. She was just standing there and then I saw her collapse on the ground after the popping sound. I didn’t get it? Although I knew what a gun was and what it was capable of, my naïve mind didn’t want to face the truth.
“Gone where?” I asked innocently as a dreaded feeling took over me. We had left her back there.
He hit the gas and we were on the interstate before he answered. “Your mommy’s dead baby girl. It’s just me and you now.”
“No, she ain’t. Go back and get mommy!” Then it occurred to me that the other woman had killed her and my heart sank as the butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
The tears started and my father looked over at me. “Stop cryin’ baby girl.”
He didn’t show much emotion, unless he was angry, but he was always affectionate and loving toward me. As he reached over to wipe my tears away I sniffed, trying to get them under control.
“Big girls don’t cry and you’re a big girl right?”
I nodded knowing that regardless of what he said, my mother was never coming back and I was still just a child. In my heart I knew that I had a reason to cry, but I stopped for him. It was because he’d told me to and I was an obedient child. Seeing how he reacted when he lost his temper around me a few times made me respect him. He had never even given me a spanking, but I knew that my father was what some people considered a “bad man.” I also saw what he had done to that woman Laila, so I decided to do as he said.
“Okay good. Now, I’m gonna drop you off at your Aunt Monica’s house because I gotta handle some business. I’m gonna give her some money to go get you a pretty dress and some ice cream. Be a good girl, okay.” He said it as if nothing had even happened.
“Yes sir,” I mumbled knowing that I really just wanted to cry again.
There was complete silence as I stared out of the window in a daze. I didn’t want ice cream, or a pretty dress. I wanted my mommy. That day my innocence died with her.
Chapter 1
2004
“Chin up shawty,” Kamal attempted to manipulate me into having a good time as he flashed his signature cocky smile. It was the night of our senior prom, but my father was sitting in jail facing a federal indictment for human trafficking, pimping and pandering. “He would want you to enjoy yourself.”
My mind was on the possibility of losing my pops after spending my most formative years without my mother. The way I lost her had traumatized me for years, but I was finally dealing with it better. Of course my father had been under suspicion for her and Laila’s murders, but the cops had to leave him alone eventually due to lack of evidence. The front desk clerk told them that she hadn’t seen him at the crime scene, which worked in his favor. The thing was, she really hadn’t. Laila had been the one to pay for the room and there were no witnesses willing to account for seeing, or hearing anything other than the sound of the gun shots. That was probably due to my father
’s reputation in the streets. He even had a fake ass alibi lined up and of course I didn’t say a word about what had happened.
Staring into Kamal’s cognac colored eyes, I let out a sigh. “Okay.” He was the only other person who knew the truth. I hadn’t even told my best friend Jordan.
Honestly, I was ready to leave, which was messed up being that I had been looking forward to my senior prom for years. I didn’t get to go to prom my junior year because I had been suspended for fighting. You could kind of say that I was one of those chicks who went from zero to a hundred real quick. My temper was just like my father’s and due to that reason, I had been in plenty of fights in and out of school. It was my way of letting out my pent up anger and frustration. I was also very popular and despite the fact that I got in trouble often, my grades were good enough for me to graduate on time.
I’d been with Kamal for a little over a year. He had moved to Decatur from Baltimore, Maryland two years ago and when I first laid eyes on him I had to have him. His chocolate hued skin was smooth and he kept his thick, wavy, shoulder length hair in cornrows. At 5’11, 175 toned, athletic pounds, he ended up becoming our high school’s star point guard. My pops actually liked him, because he felt he wasn’t anything like him. Although I was in a relationship with the school’s star basketball player, I was far from the cheerleader type. I was the head dancer in the marching band though, but that was about as far as I went when it came to school involvement.
“Slow Motion,” by Juvenile blasted from the speakers. I loved me some Juvie, but I just wasn’t feeling it.
“Girl, yo’ song’s on. Why ain’t you dancin’?” My best friend Jordan asked as she approached me from behind.
She was about 5’5 and curvaceous with beautiful, mocha toned skin, long lashes and a cute short, Halle Berry style haircut.
Her boyfriend Travis was on her heels, clutching something silver in his hand. He was dark skinned with an athletic build. At 6’0, he played the position of shooting guard on the basketball team.
“Trav,” Kamal said as he pounded him up. “What’s up Jordan.”
“Sup Kamal.”
“Ain’t shit.”
Travis leaned in and revealed the small flask that he was holding. “You want some Henney my nigga?”
Kamal glanced at me and I rolled my eyes at him. He didn’t need to be getting drunk because I damn sure didn’t feel like driving.
“A’ight man. Let’s go to the restroom and shit,” Kamal agreed. “I’ll be back bae.”
I shook my head and grabbed Jordan’s hand. “Let’s go the restroom. We need to talk.”
“Okay, but I ain’t tryna spend my whole prom night in the restroom,” she complained.
“I got a blunt in my purse,” I whispered in her ear.
That made her nod in approval. Honestly, I wasn’t worried about us getting caught smoking. The chaperones weren’t going to come in the restroom looking for us. Most of the chicks at the school were afraid of me anyway, so I wasn’t concerned about them telling. We would just puff that shit a couple times and then I’d put it out. The thing was, I needed something to take the edge off. What was going on with my pops had my head fucked up.
When we got inside of the restroom another chick we were cool with, who we called Bells, was standing in front of the mirror putting on some lip gloss.
“Bells, what’s good boo?” I asked playfully.
“Hey Sasha. Hey Jordan.” She didn’t bother to look back, but looked at us in the mirror instead.
“Sup Bells,” Jordan said as she walked over to open one of the windows.
“What ya’ll ‘bout to do?” Bells finally turned around.
She was a red bone with thick lips, slanted light brown eyes and long, naturally curly hair. We called her Bells because her real name was Isabelle. Her mother was white and her black father was nowhere to be found.
“Smoke this blunt,” I filled her in as I held it up.
It looked like me and Jordan weren’t going to be able to have that conversation. Bells was alright with me, but I didn’t want her all up in my business. I knew that everybody was talking about what was going on with my dad, but nobody said anything to my face. They knew that I’d knock their damn teeth down their throats.
“Hell yeah. Let me hit it,” Bells smiled.
I looked at her like she was crazy. “You ain’t ‘bout to hit my spliff with all that shit on your lips.”
Jordan laughed as I lit the L and took a deep pull. Bells rolled her eyes and used a paper towel to blot some of the shininess from her lips. I passed the blunt to Jordan next.
“So, ya’ll heard ‘bout Tianna?” Bells had a sly grin on her face as she lowered her voice.
Nobody else was in there, so I didn’t understand why.
“What about her?” I asked wanting her to get to the point.
Some juicy tea about somebody else would get my mind off my own issues.
Jordan passed her the blunt. “I heard she’s pregnant by Tevin.”
“Tevin Jeffries?” I asked stunned. “Ain’t he with that stuck up bitch Shanice? I can’t stand her goody two shoe ass.”
Bells hit the blunt a couple more times and passed it back to me. “Yup and Shanice said she’s gonna whoop her ass tonight. By the way, I love ya’ll dresses. Ya’ll servin’.”
I admired her long, red mermaid dress. The rhinestone embezzlement was subtle and added a nice sparkle to it.
“You too,” I returned the compliment and Jordan agreed.
My dress was short of course, being that I was a shorty at 5’3. It was a soft, pale blue with a low cut corset top and flared out like a tutu. Jordan was rocking a tight, white dress that was cut to show a slight glimpse of her belly button and lower back. Looking at my reflection, my dark brown, almond shaped eyes stared back at me. I loved the glow of my coffee brown skin and the deep dimple in my left cheek. My cheekbones were high like my mother’s and my lips were full like my father’s. My slightly too wide nose was the only feature on my face that I didn’t really like, but I adored the cute little mole over my lip. My course shoulder length hair was braided all up and I was rocking a long, flowing black sew in. The makeup that I’d had done at the MAC counter was flawless, but behind all of that, I was all in my feelings. Instead of letting anybody see me sweat, I put on a face like nothing was bothering me.
“I don’t really think old girl gon’ do nothing though. She’d be crazy to fight at the prom over some nigga. It’s too close to graduation,” Jordan said just as I put the weed out.
“Hmm, I ain’t gonna lie. If it was Kamal I’d beat that bitch’s face in with my stiletto heel.”
Bells laughed. “We already know how you are girl. Ain’t nobody tryna mess with Kamal.”
“Better not.”
Jordan spoke up. “I love Travis and I’ll beat a bitch’s ass too, but I wouldn’t do it here tonight. I’d have to get that bitch later. I’m graduatin’ in May.”
“When you pissed off it don’t work like that. I don’t care where I’m at. When I’m mad all I see is red.” I wrapped the rest of the blunt up with a paper towel and put it back in my small, Coach wristlet.
“I’m high as hell,” Bells stated with a yawn.
“My eyes are red as hell.” I grabbed the Visine and squeezed a couple drops in each eye.
“Gimme some of that.” Jordan put her hand out.
“What’s goin’ on wit’ your dad?” Bells decided to ask.
Jordan had that “uhh ohh” look on her face.
Instead of being a bitch I pretended like I was as cool as a cucumber. “My pops is good. Just know that.”
She nodded, but didn’t press the issue.
“Let’s go,” I initiated our exit. “I wanna see if the rest of the crew is here.”
We filed out of the restroom and headed back to the gymnasium. When we bent the corner it was pandemonium. That bitch Shanice had been true to her word. She wasn’t even dressed for prom, but had on regular clot
hes instead. Tianna was being tossed back and forth, causing her short, hot pink dress to fly up, revealing her thong underwear. The whole crowd of students were surrounding them as we tried to get a closer look.
“Move, move out of the way now!” I heard a male voice yell behind us.
Two of the school’s security guards made their way through and attempted to break up the fight. Shanice and Tianna were going head to head, but their boo Tevin was nowhere to be seen. As a matter of fact, Tianna was actually there with another dude who didn’t go to our school. I wondered if he was her boo and if so he was about to find out about her cheating on him. If she was really pregnant it was a chance that her baby could belong to either of them.
“Dang, ya’ll see that?” My girl Cherie asked with an amused smirk on her face. She had a deep bronze complexion, and big pretty brown eyes. She always kept some braids in her hair. I bet she made the Africans rich as hell wherever she went to get her hair done at.
“Hell yeah,” I said letting my eyes scan her black, silk Japanese print dress. “You look cute as hell.”
She beamed as if we didn’t know that prom was about to be a bust.
That’s when we heard the principal’s voice over the loud speaker.
“Quiet! I want you all to be quiet and listen!”
Suddenly a calm came over the crowd because Mr. Hux didn’t play any games. My eyes followed security as they literally drug Shanice and Tianna away kicking and screaming. Tevin wasn’t around, but Tianna’s date followed them looking all oblivious to what was going on.
“The prom has been cancelled due to what just transpired and the fact that we have reason to believe that there is marijuana and alcohol on campus. You have made a travesty of your prom and you will all be searched on your way out.”
A chorus of ahhhhhhhs filled the room as everyone received the disappointing news.
“We didn’t even get to take pictures,” I complained with a pout. “Damn.”
Kamal pulled me close to him and lovingly kissed my cheek. “It’s okay baby girl. The party ain’t over. We got a suite at the Courtyard Marriot downtown, plenty of dranks and weed for you to smoke.”
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