by Natavia
“You told that desperate bitch my business? That’s why she looking at me all cockeyed and shit?” I asked Tassana and she jumped. I got off the couch then walked into the kitchen. “Shorty, on the real, I would shoot your ass and not give a fuck about it. The only reason why I tolerate your ugly ass is because you are friends with my baby mama. But what I got going on in my personal life ain’t none of your business. You need to see one too and stop living through Tassana. Now, make that your last time saying some out-of-the-way shit to me,” I said to her. I walked out of the kitchen then out of the house.
I ended up in the hood to meet up with Dez and Lee. They’d been holding everything down for me while I was gone and a nigga’s pockets never missed a beat. Lee and Dez were clowing around laughing at some crack-head twerking in the middle of the street.
“That crack-head got a phat ass,” Dez said.
“She is phat though. She looks good from the back until she turns around,” I said.
“She can suck the hell out of a dick though,” Dez said. Lee and I looked at Dez. “What y’all niggas looking at me like that for? I was only fifteen and she owed me twenty dollars, I wasn’t going to pass that up,” Dez said.
“Yo, your dick is going to fall off,” I said shaking my head.
“What hood nigga you know that never got topped off by a fiend before?” Dez asked us.
“You got a point,” I said.
“I’m glad you are back, nigga, you was getting on my nerves. You called me like five times a day asking about Tassana,” Dez said.
“Your point, nigga?” I asked him. Lee was texting on his phone smirking. “Ivanka stopped tripping on you?” I asked him. I had never seen that nigga smile so hard before.
“Ivanka and I are cool but I fuck with this other little shorty,” Lee stated.
“Seriously?” I asked him.
“Yeah, Ivanka got some issues on the real. I been unhappy with that broad for a long-ass time now. I felt like I had to stick it out with her because she was riding for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love her to death but that spark is gone. I’m a trap nigga and her life and mine don’t mix,” Lee said.
“I thought I was a hoe-ass nigga,” Dez said.
“Ivanka is pregnant with my daughter. I’m going to always love her, but right now I don’t want to be with her. I’ve been sleeping peacefully since she put me out. Matter of fact, I haven’t fucked another broad in months since she dumped me,” Lee said. People think niggas are just dogs but never realize some of our problems come from women too.
“Ivanka is going to kill this nigga.” Dez laughed.
“So, who is the broad you’re seeing now?” I asked Lee then he started smiling.
“You won’t believe it if I tell you,” Lee said.
“Awww, shit. I’m curious now. I hope it’s not my grandmother, nigga, because I would kill your ass for real. I saw how nice you was being to her the other day. My grandmother fifty too so you know she ready for some young meat. Wait a minute. Nigga, you fucking my Nana?” Dez asked Lee, balling up his fists.
“Nigga, as phat as she is I wouldn’t even do that,” Lee said to Dez. Dez tried to charge into Lee but I pushed him back.
“Y’all niggas stay arguing about simple shit.” I laughed.
“Who is it?” Dez asked Lee.
“Shannon,” he said.
“Who the hell is that? I only know one Shannon and that’s gay-ass Shannon that hangs with Shimmy,” I said to Lee. Dez and I looked at Lee and he smirked.
“It’s gay-ass Shannon,” Lee said.
“Y’all niggas are about to send me to an early grave,” I said, rolling up my blunt.
“I knew it was something. Lately Shannon been hanging over Nana’s house with Shimmy because Lee be over there chilling,” Dez said.
“She’s easy to talk to though. She’s calm and not ratchet. I didn’t fuck her yet though, and honestly, that’s not even on my mind with her,” Lee said.
“It’s not on your mind because you know she doesn’t like dick, nigga,” Dez said to Lee.
“How do you want to be buried? You want a suit or just regular clothes? You want me tell the mortician to put your favorite Rolex on you because Ivanka is going to kill you?” I said to Lee then he waved us off.
A white Lexus came through the hood and everyone was looking. People in the hood know when a car isn’t familiar. The car parked in front of Dez’s mother’s building. The driver got out and it was Quron. I was mad at the nigga at first when he pulled a gun out on Tassana, but that nigga was like a brother to me. When I think back on how it played out, I would’ve done the same thing. All Quron wanted was Tasira because she killed his little brother; she deserved everything he did to her.
Quron walked over to us then gave us dap. “You didn’t have to smoke my nigga like that,” Quron said to Dez laughing. Armory was a shady nigga I heard. When Quron was locked up Armory was stealing from him. Quron couldn’t kill him though because him and Armory grew up together, but he wasn’t going to retaliate what Dez did to him.
“That nigga had to go,” Dez said.
Desiree walked up the street switching with her weave blowing. “Dammnnnn, who is that?” Quron asked licking his lips.
“My damn mama, nigga,” Dez said to Quron.
“Your mama? How old is she?” Quron asked him.
“She is thirty-three,” Dez spat.
“She is only a few years older than me,” Quron said. Lee was busy texting Shannon and smiling.
“What are y’all niggas doing chilling on my step? And Lee I know your black ass isn’t going to sit there and not speak,” Desiree said, mushing Lee’s head back.
“Chill out,” Lee said not wanting to be bothered. The way Lee had been acting towards Desiree, you wouldn’t have ever thought they messed around. Lee must have saw Desiree’s true colors because he couldn’t stand her.
“Chill out, Ma,” Dez said to his mother. Desiree looked Quron up and down while he was checking her out. She rolled her eyes at him then he laughed.
Ivanka came through riding with Kyree. “Lee, your baby mama spying on you again,” Dez laughed.
“This is what I’m talking about. Ivanka hasn’t been hanging in the hood until now. She comes through with Kyree while she is five months pregnant. It’s a turn-off for real. Kyree’s ratchet ass done turned my baby mama into a hoodrat,” Lee said making us laugh.
“That’s what happens when niggas cheat,” I said.
Kyree stopped in front of the building and Ivanka got out of the car. “Come here, Lee,” Ivanka spat. Lee hurriedly went over to Ivanka. Desiree sucked her teeth.
“Get your bougie ass away from my building before I press charges on you for stalking. You are not the only one that knows the law, bitch. This is the fifth time this week you’ve been here,” Desiree said to Ivanka.
“This is a public place,” Ivanka said. Ivanka was one of those smart broads. Lee messed up screwing over her because unlike most scorned women, Ivanka could really turn his world inside out if she wanted to. Ivanka is a good girl but she must be getting advice from the wrong people because this was not her. The Ivanka I know is stronger than that and you wouldn’t catch her in a crack-infested neighborhood. Ivanka and Lee were arguing about something before Lee got mad then left.
I called out to Ivanka before she got back into Kyree’s car. Ivanka met me halfway in the street.
“What do you want, Osari?” she asked with an attitude.
“We rocking like that now?” I asked her.
“You know what Lee be doing,” Ivanka said.
“Shorty, I don’t have nothing but love for you, but this is not you. I’ve never seen you act like this and, on the real, I think you are too good for it. I don’t know who you are talking to but you need to stop. You got too much going on for yourself,” I said to her.
“I’m getting so frustrated with him,” Ivanka said to me.
“I know but when a nigga ain’t ready he just ain’t r
eady. You can’t force a nigga to get some act-right. Just do what you been doing and stop discussing your business with broads you don’t know like that,” I said to her.
“You always knew what to say,” Ivanka said to me.
“Yeah, now get your ass out of this hood,” I said.
“I can’t always be reserved, even I get out of character,” Ivanka giggled. She got in the car with Kyree. Kyree looked at me then rolled her eyes. I didn’t say anything to her, I just walked away instead.
When I went back to Desiree’s building, Desiree and Dez were arguing about something like always.
“I just gave you money last week. I don’t live here no more. I don’t even have to do that,” Dez said to his mother. Quron and I started talking.
“When does your shop open up?” I asked Quron.
“Next week, my nigga. I’m straight legit now and it feels good,” he said.
“Yeah, I feel you. I’m thinking about chilling myself in a few years. I’m not old like you, I still like the thrill of it,” I replied. Quron and I walked off leaving Dez to argue with his mother. Quron looked back.
“What’s up with your lil’ cousin’s mother though?” Quron asked in his deep New York accent.
“Nigga, you don’t want that,” I said.
“I wouldn’t mind fucking her though. She can run game on these lil’ niggas but she can’t fool me. I would have that broad acting like Mrs. Obama,” Quron joked.
“I appreciate you putting me on to Laura though, she helped me a lot. I still be ready to flip but I can somewhat control it better. But my shorty’s home girl came over to the crib this morning. I almost peeled that bitch wig back,” I told Quron.
“The flat-ass thirsty broad?” Quron asked me.
“Yeah, you know her?” I asked him.
“I ran into her at the club and shorty was all up in a nigga’s face. I don’t fuck with thirsty broads,” Quron said.
My father’s mother called me letting me know that my mother was worried about me. When I left Annapolis, I took her with me. I told her I was going to check up on something and haven’t been back since. I was going to go back to get her once I got everything straight. After I spoke with my mother I hung up the phone then headed back to Tassana’s house.
When I walked through the door, Tassana was sitting on the couch watching TV.
“We need to talk,” she said to me. I sat down next to her putting her feet into my lap to rub them.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“What are we doing?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“What are we doing as far as us? You have been gone for four months. You come back and we still haven’t talked about where things are going from here? Are you just visiting or what?” Tassana asked me.
“I’m back for good. I only left because I wasn’t ready to face what I did to you. That shit fucked my head up, if only you knew. I should’ve told you who that Laura broad was instead of having you believe that I was messing around,” I said.
“I should’ve asked you instead of assuming. I shouldn’t have been messing with Zas,” she said.
“Tell me what you want, shorty,” I said, rubbing up her leg.
“A family under the same roof,” Tassana replied.
“I can give you that,” I said leaning towards her, kissing her lips. She reached for my belt, undoing it. “Damn, girl, slow down. My dick ain’t going anywhere,” I said. Tassana stood up pulling down her sweat pants and her thong.
“I’ve been going through withdrawals,” she said climbing on top of me. She reached inside of my boxer-briefs pulling my dick out. She lifted herself up sliding down onto me.
“OOOOOOHHHHH SHIIITTTTTTT,” I said when her walls gripped me. I lifted her shirt up then pulled her breasts out of her bra. I licked her breasts making her moan. She sped up riding me harder. “Slow your ass down,” I said gripping her hips as she bucked back and forth on me. Tassana was ready to make us slide off the couch with how hard she was throwing the pussy on me.
“Damn itm Osari. It’s sooo fucking big!” she screamed going harder. I gripped her hips then sucked on her neck, slamming her up and down my dick. She licked my lips then sucked on my bottom lip. Her hands went under my shirt so she could feel on my chest. Tassana was too wet, I felt like I was ready to bust. I had sex with a few broads back home and got mad because they didn’t have freak ways like Tassana. Tassana had that nasty sex that made a nigga feel like he was fucking a bad-ass porn star. She didn’t have any limits in the bedroom, she didn’t bitch or complain. She took the dick any way you gave it to her. She gripped the back of the couch to keep her balance, planted her feet down onto the couch frog-hopping on my dick. I squeezed her breasts and bit my bottom lip to keep from busting. She reached behind herself massaging my testicles like stress balls. I tensed up because it was feeling too good and my dick stiffened up.
“I’m about to bust,” I said, thrusting further up into her. Her moans got louder, her nipples hard like pebbles. I massaged her clit as she orgasmed. I was right behind her letting my load off. Tassana fell onto my chest. “I needed that one,” she said.
“Shorty, get up real quick. A nigga just fucked around and caught a Charlie horse,” I said pushing her off me.
“Damn it, Osari,” she said getting off the floor.
“My bad but you wasn’t moving fast enough. I keep telling you to slow down when you are on top.” I laughed. A little while later Tassana and I were in the shower going for round two while she sucked on my neck.
“I want you and Kanae to get along since we are going to be living together. Kanae is going to be coming over and I don’t want any shit,” Tassana said pulling the covers back on the bed.
“Kanae is cool with me if she don’t say shit to me. I’m glad you got a friend like her, but certain shit we go through isn’t her business,” I said to Tassana. Tassana’s phone went off. “Don’t tell me it’s that fuck-nigga again. I wish I would’ve just killed him but I didn’t want that noise to scare O.J,” I vented.
“She had the baby,” Tassana said, jumping up. She shoved her phone in my face.
“Who’s baby is that?” I asked her.
“Tokyo and Kauzie’s. She looks just like Tokyo. Awww, look at her. She is so chubby,” Tassana said excitedly. I was glad her and her sister were cordial although they still were somewhat distant.
A few days later…
Kanae watched O.J. while Tassana and I went out to a comedy show. It wasn’t really my type of fun but Tassana wanted to go. I wasn’t into comedy. Some guy stood up on stage cracking corny jokes and Tassana was falling out laughing.
“Yo, that shit was corny.” I laughed.
“Oh, shut up, Osari,” she said, sipping on her wine.
“Excuse me, miss, but this bottle was sent over to you and the person wanted me to tell you that you look stunning,” the waiter said placing a bottle of Dom Perignon on the table.
“You don’t see her sitting here with her nigga?” I asked the waiter.
“Sir, I’m just doing my job,” the waiter said walking away. When I looked to the corner of the room, Zas held his glass up to me. He had a few niggas with him and I’m sure they were all strapped. I smirked at him then nodded my head. I was never a punk-nigga. I pulled Tassana’s chair closer to mine then wrapped my arm behind it.
“Please don’t do anything stupid. He is only trying to make you act a fool in front of all these people,” she said.
“I’m not trippin’, shorty, enjoy the show like you been doing,” I said to her. Tassana continued to laugh throughout the night but my mind was someplace else.
After the show was over we headed outside towards my car. “Leaving so soon?” a voice called out to me. Tassana pulled me.
“It’s four of them and only two of us,” she said nervously.
“I’m cool,” I said to her unlocking the car door. I made sure she got inside of the car first.
Whe
n I turned around Zas and his niggas were grilling me. “I wish y’all fuck-niggas would,” I stated.
“Do you know how much pull I got?” Zas asked me. I chuckled.
“Nigga, only pull your big ass have is pulled-pork,” I spat. Zas bit his bottom lip.
“You are real lucky, boy,” Zas said walking away with his boys.
“Ay, yo!” I called out to him. He turned around.
“I will get up wit’ you lata,” I said to him smirking. Zas used his size to intimidate niggas but he wasn’t nothing but a bitch. On our way home Tassana was quiet. “What’s up with you?” I asked her.
“I feel like this is all of my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with him,” she said.
“I’m not going to discuss that shit right now. When I caught him in the crib with you half-naked it made my blood boil,” I said to her.
The next day…
I was sitting on the corner at the strip club Tassana used to strip at. It was a plus-size strip club. A thick woman came on the stage then dropped down into a split. Zas was throwing money uncontrollably, almost drooling over the woman. Some man touched on the woman’s ass and Zas got mad. I sat and watched Zas telling the man that the woman on the stage belonged to him. This nigga had an obsession with the women at the club. The stripper got off the stage then pulled Zas back into the room. I had my fitted pulled down low over my eyes because they stood out the most on me. I crept through the crowd following them down a hallway in the back of the club. They walked through a thick red-velvet curtain. The club didn’t even have metal detectors nor did they pat you down. I had gotten lucky.