A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle (A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma Book 3)

by Natavia

  “Grumpy-ass nigga,” Kyree fussed.

  “Shut up Kyree because we might have to jump this fool,” Shimmy said to her sister. I walked outside to the front porch. Speedy was sitting in his wheelchair watching Keosha’s parents’ house through binoculars

  “Yo, you really need some help, her pussy isn’t even like that,” I said to him.

  “I been feeling her for a minute, you knew that too,” Speedy said.

  “Yo, Speedy, just shut up. That bitch was damn-near raping me when she used to babysit me,” I told him.

  “She can ride better than Shimmy,” Speedy said.

  “How the fuck do you know that?” I asked ready to kick his wheelchair down the steps.

  “I saw y’all in the car one night,” he answered still looking through his binoculars.

  “Her pussy is tighter and it gets wetter, nigga, you just mad because I can still fuck that bitch if I wanted to,” I said to him. Speedy was ignoring me.

  “That’s it, baby, take if off for daddy,” Speedy said looking through Keosha’s parents’ bathroom window. Keosha was naked just getting out of the shower.

  “Nigga, you are sick,” I said to him. I was bored and felt like messing with Speedy. I went into the hall closet to get the stuff we had over from the Fourth of July. I walked to the side of the house lighting the firecrackers as best as I could. I started throwing them on the porch. They sounded like gun shots. “Oh, shit they are shooting!” Speedy hollered out. I was bent over laughing when Speedy’s wheelchair rolled down the steps then through the fence. He was hollering, “My wheels are loose!” as he rolled down the sidewalk. I couldn’t breathe as I laid on the ground laughing. Shimmy and Kyree ran out of the house.

  “They shot my baby,” Shimmy cried running towards me.

  “I’m good, shorty,” I said wiping my eyes.

  “Who was shooting?” Kyree asked.

  “Those were firecrackers,” I laughed.

  “Where is Speedy?” Shimmy asked looking around.

  “He rolled down the street somewhere,” I stated.

  Kyree and Shimmy went back into the house. I sat on the porch catching the breeze. Speedy’s wheelchair was coming up the sidewalk. Speedy had dirt stains on his pants and his shirt was ripped.

  “You was cruising huh, nigga?” I asked him.

  “Fuck you,” he spat. A police cruiser drove up the street. My heart started beating until they stopped at Keosha’s parents’ house. Keosha’s mother came outside to talk to the officer. They started looking at me and Speedy.

  “I hope they came to get you,” Speedy said. Keosha’s mother and the officer walked over to our house. The officer spoke up.

  “Excuse me sir, we got a call that you have been spying on your neighbor’s daughter,” the officer said to Speedy.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” Speedy said.

  “Stop lying, Speedy, you have been watching my house all damn day. My daughter is only fifteen years old and you have been watching her take a shower,” Keosha’s mother Stephanie fussed. Keosha’s sister Moesha walked out of the hous. She definitely grew up because her body was stacked. I thought that was Keosha too who was getting out of the shower. The police officer gave Speedy a warning since they didn’t catch him in act. After they left from in front of our house, Speedy rolled up a blunt for me.

  “What a long-ass day,” I said.

  “Shiddd, who are you telling?” Speedy asked me. After Kyree braided Shimmy’s hair, they walked outside on the porch with us. Speedy was flirting with Kyree and she kept rolling her eyes at him. “Dez, get your damn uncle,” Kyree spat.

  “Handicap niggas be loving Kyree. She went from no hands to no legs,” Shimmy joked.

  “I got a leg right in my pants,” Speedy said grabbing himself. Kyree started gagging.

  “Nigga, stop lying, I saw that lil’ wee wee when you hopped out of the living room the other day. Keosha needs her ass whipped again. You gave her your SSI check, didn’t you?” Shimmy asked Speedy.

  “I ought to knock you upside your head again,” Speedy said to Shimmy.

  “Speedy, go ahead with that bullshit,” I said blowing my smoke into Shimmy’s mouth. Shimmy slipped her tongue into my mouth then started sucking on my lip. “Are you still mad at me?” she asked.

  “Feel this,” I said placing her hand on my dick.

  “Now this is what you call a leg, Speedy,” Shimmy said.

  “Time for me to go. See y’all later,” Kyree said walking towards her car.

  “Call me, shorty,” Speedy yelled to her.

  “I only fuck with niggas that can chase after me!” she hollered back.

  “Fuck you then, your eyes are too close together anyway,” Speedy said to Kyree.

  “We have a few minutes before Rayshawn comes home, let’s be nasty,” Shimmy said pulling me up. Speedy grilled me then we laughed at him.

  Tassana

  It’s officially gone on four months since Osari has been gone. I was finding myself loosening up to Zas. He was still arrogant but it was starting to become tolerable. O.J. was asleep and Zas texted me telling me he wanted to see me. I invited him over for the first time. I was sexually frustrated and a part of me had given up on Osari. I took a shower then oiled my body up. I added shimmers all over my body. I put on my red lace robe that was see-through in the back. I didn’t know what this was going to mean for Zas and I, but I wanted sex. He had been pleasing me with his tongue and now I wanted the real deal.

  My doorbell rang and I headed to answer it. When I opened up the door his mouth dropped. He eyed my thick, brown legs then licked his lips. When he stepped into my house, he took me into his arms, kissing my lips. He hemmed me up against the wall, opened up my robe. Zas hungrily took my breasts into his mouth, sucking on them with so much pressure I moaned, wanting him to put his fingers into my sex. I wanted him to be aggressive and passionate like Osari. I wanted Zas to make commands telling me how I should please him.

  “Take me to the bedroom,” he said. He followed me up the stairs feeling on my bottom. As soon as my back hit the bed, Zas was smothering me. He hurriedly unbuckled his pants, releasing himself. He put the condom on and a few moments later he was breathing my name. Zas was pumping into me like a jack rabbit, his heavy body sweating on top of me. I couldn’t even feel him inside of me and I wanted it to be over.

  I pushed him off of me. “Nigga, what the fuck were you doing?” I asked him. I looked at his short stubby dick and wanted to puke. The pictures he was sending had to have been fake because his small penis looked nothing like it did in the pictures. I should’ve known Zas had a problem, he had a lot going on and was still single.

  “What happened?” he asked jerking himself off as he eyed my breasts and wet pussy lips. I was beyond grossed out and this was sickening.

  “No foreplay?” I asked him.

  “I been wanting you for a long time now. The first time I saw you was when you were stripping. You gave me those private lap dances in the dark in that back room. Since the first time I tasted you I became addicted to you. Then when you came into my club I couldn’t let you out of my sight again,” he said.

  “You’ve known me this whole time and didn’t say anything? You know how crazy that is?” I asked, closing my robe. I did remember letting a stranger eat me out with the lights dimmed. I remember the body structure but I really didn’t see his face and the stranger never talked. I was paid two thousand dollars every time he ate me out and he became a regular. When Osari found out I was stripping I stopped. Zas was one of my regular customers and I never knew. He didn’t want me to see his face.

  “Get your crazy ass out of my house,” I said to him.

  “I’m in love with you,” he said.

  “Do you want me to call the police on your big ass?” I asked him.

  “I love you,” he kept saying. I grabbed my phone then he pulled me back, slamming me against the wall.

  “I don’t give a fuck if you beat my
ass. You are not changing my mind even if you take it,” I said to him. O.J. started crying and I tried to go to his room but I was yanked back.

  “I will not hurt you, just talk to me,” Zas said.

  “Just let me get to my son,” I said.

  “I will get him. I think it’s time for me to meet him anyway,” Zas said walking towards O.J’s room. I followed Zas trying to pull him away from my son’s room. Suddenly O.J. stopped crying. Zas burst in the door and my heart skipped a beat. Osari was holding O.J. wearing all black.

  “What’s up, baby mama?” Osari asked. He kissed O.J’s forehead with his hand behind his back. He was strapped. Osari laid O.J. in his crib. “Did I interrupt something?” Osari asked Zas.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Zas asked Osari, balling up his fist.

  Osari looked at Zas then pointed a gun at him. “Step out into the hallway, I’m not trying to get any blood in my son’s room,” Osari said to Zas. Zas backed up into the hallway. I was shaking like a plucked chicken. How did Osari get in without us knowing and how long has he been here? I thought to myself.

  “Walk your big ass down the stairs. You are real fucking lucky I didn’t see you fuck my bitch,” Osari said to Zas.

  “Nigga, fuck you,” Zas said to Osari. Osari struck Zas in his face with his gun. Zas fell down the steps. Osari looked at me and all I could think about was my and Zas’s bodies being dumped somewhere. Osari had that look in his eyes, the look he had when I first met him.

  “Go and wash that nigga off of you and change the sheets,” he said to me. I hurriedly went into my room and shut the door with tears falling from my eyes. I felt humiliated.

  Osari

  I couldn’t stay away any longer, I had been gone long enough. When I came into the house my son was crying and that nigga Zas and Tassana was fussing. I went to see about my son first because if that nigga had touched my son there would’ve been a homicide. I walked down the stairs and passed the nigga as he laid out on the floor cold. I went into the kitchen to get some water to throw on his bitch ass. When I threw the cold water on him, he woke up grabbing his head. I kicked him in the mouth twice. I wanted to take that nigga’s teeth out. “What’s good, nigga? Sit up and talk to me. I want to know your intentions with my woman?” I said to him.

  Zas slowly got up with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. “Crazy-ass nigga,” Zas said to me.

  “What do you want with my woman?” I asked him.

  “She is my woman,” he said standing up.

  “Would you die for her?” I asked.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Would you die for her? If I killed your ass, would she have been worth it?” I asked. Fear settled in his eyes. I cocked my gun. “What were you doing coming to my son’s room?” I asked.

  “Come on, man, just let me leave,” he said backing up into the wall.

  “We’re having man-to-man talk, right? All a nigga wants to know is why was you coming into his room? Niggas get merked for way less shit than that,” I said to him. Tassana came downstairs with fear in her eyes. “Did this nigga make you come?” I asked her. Tassana shook her head no. I laughed.

  “Did you want to come?” I asked her.

  “Please, just let him leave then we can talk about this,” she said to me.

  “Answer the fucking question. Did you want the nigga to make you come?” I asked her.

  “I wished he was you,” she said sadly. I smirked then looked at Zas.

  “Even when I’m absent, I can still get her there,” I said to him. Zas looked at Tassana liked he wanted to hurt her. “You can leave, nigga. You are lucky my son is upstairs or else you wouldn’t be breathing,” I said to him. Zas ran out of the house and moments later I heard his tires were screeching. Tassana backed into the wall; she was scared of me. When I reached out towards her she jumped. I caressed her face. “You want another man, shorty?” I asked her.

  “I need you,” she said with her head down.

  “Look up at me,” I said to her. She looked into my eyes with tears falling down her face.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. I was surprised myself because as mad I was about her and Zas I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want Tassana to fear me more than what she already did. She was shaking badly and the slightest movement scared her. I pulled her into me, squeezing her tightly. I held onto her.

  “I fucked up, shorty,” I said as that night played over in my head again. I stayed away so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I wanted the images to go away. I had slapped her a few times in the past because she stole from me, but the way I beat her the last time was wrong. I’m going to be honest, I wanted to slap the hell out of Tassana for even having the nigga in her crib. I knew if I had though, it would’ve turned out badly. I was trying to control my temper because seeing her with that nigga made my blood boil. The reason she was even messing with him was my fault, but I wasn’t going to let it ride that easily.

  “I missed you so much,” she sobbed into my chest. “Osari.” She pulled away from me.

  “What’s up?” I asked her.

  “Was you fucking bitches in Virginia?” she asked. I laughed.

  “Yeah, I smashed a few bitches here and there. Shit, you was doing your thing too,” I said to her. I went back to O.J’s room, took him out of his crib. I sat down with him on the floor. “Come on, lil’ man, I heard you was crawling. Show daddy what you been up to,” I said to him. O.J. crawled towards me and I smirked. “Pretty soon he is going to be fucking hood bitches and knocking them up,” I said. Tassana slapped me upside my head.

  “Shut up.” She laughed.

  “So, you like big black sweaty niggas, huh?” I asked.

  “I thought he was nice,” she said.

  “All gorillas are nice when they want a banana,” I said. “Shorty, I’m working on my temper, but I’m hurt you had that nigga around my son. I don’t give a fuck about what we go through, you are not supposed to have niggas around my son. I’m serious when I say that and I take that shit to heart. You almost made me have another episode,” I told her. She backed away from me.

  I chilled at Tassana’s house for a week straight, it felt good to be home. Tassana was cooking in the kitchen, O.J. was playing on the floor with his toys. The doorbell rang. I went to open it and it was Kanae.

  “Look who came back home,” Kanae said walking into the house.

  “You are just mad because your ass didn’t come back home yet,” I said talking about her flat ass.

  “OSARI!” Tassana called out to me.

  “Tell her to shut the hell up then!” I shouted back.

  “I’m not going to ruin my day dealing with you,” Kanae said walking towards the kitchen. I chilled on the couch watching TV while Kanae and Tassana ran their mouths. Tassana’s phone rang on the coffee table. I answered it because I wanted to know what other lame-ass niggas she been fucking with. I answered it without saying anything.

  “Tassana, baby, please just talk to me. I need you and I missed you. That little nigga can’t do nothing for you,” the caller cried into the phone. I heard stories of women being obsessed but this nigga was really showing his pussy. I didn’t say anything, I just listened to him cry into the phone. “I’m going to kill myself. I can’t live without you,” he said.

  I laughed. “Nigga, I wish you would hurry up and pull the trigger. Ay, Tassana. This big, ugly nigga talking about he is ready to check out, shorty,” I called out to her.

  “You cannot have her!” Zas yelled on the other end of the phone.

  “Nigga, where are your balls at? You are too big to be this sensitive,” I said flicking through the channels. He started threatening me. “You threatening me now, nigga?” I asked him chuckling.

  “Fuck you, nigga. That’s my woman and I’m about to have your son calling me daddy, nigga,” he said talking shit.

  “I will holla at you,” I said to him, hanging up. I called Tassana out into the living room. She nervously walked into the room. “What
the fuck are you scared for? Wipe that shit off your face. Where that bitch-ass nigga live at?” I asked her. Kanae walked out into the living room grabbing O.J. like I was about to whip Tassana’s ass or something.

  “Bitch, put my son down. What the hell are you coming in here for anyway? I’m not going to touch her, I’m asking her a question,” I said to Kanae. Kanae put O.J. back down so he could continue to play with his blocks.

  “You didn’t have to call her a bitch,” Tassana said to me.

  “I don’t like her. She knew what she was doing when she tried to hook you up with that nigga,” I said. Kanae rolled her eyes at me then went back into the kitchen.

  “You need to respect my friend, Osari.” Tassana said.

  “Fuck all of that. Where that nigga live and how many people live in his house?” I asked her. Tassana gave me his address and she told me he lived alone.

  “That nigga needs to see his psychiatrist!” Kanae yelled from the kitchen.