Fifteen – Lexus
I had just pulled up to the house from leaving my doctor’s appointment. I was already four months along and my no good ass child’s father wasn’t there but when I get home, all of his boys trucks and cars are parked in the front of my house. I was pissed off to say the least. I didn’t give a damn if Sire didn’t want this baby, I was too far along now to get an abortion and it would be here in five months. The best thing for him to do would be to get fucking excited because we were going to be parents.
I walked into the house on full attitude mode. When I reached the sitting room, I was about to immediately go off until I realized everyone was looking like someone had died.
“Where the fuck you been?” Sire spat and before I could answer, he continued. “Climbing off of Anton’s dick, huh?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, my eyes flew over to the corner of the room where Antoine was sitting looking like a mad dog.
“Nah bitch, look at me!” Sire’s voice roared.
“Baby, can we talk about this later?” I asked nervously.
“Fuck that, you wasn’t ashamed when you was bouncing on that nigga’s dick so don’t be fucking ashamed now, hoe!”
He got up and walked towards me and my first instinct was to run. Anyone who knew Sire knew that his ass turned into a completely different person whenever he was pissed off, and I refused to on the receiving end of his anger. He could come find and talk to me when he was cool and calm.
Before I could even get far, I was being pulled back by my hair. This nigga had a grip so tight I thought he was about to pull one of my tracks out. I just knew he was about to fuck me up so I said the one thing that I knew would save my ass.
“Kasire stop! I’m pregnant! The baby!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
“Fuck you and that baby, it probably ain’t mine anyway!”
“Damn dog, you ain’t say she was pregnant,” Toine said as he finally walked over and stepped in. “Chill out, let me holla at her real quick.”
“Toine…” Sire said full of frustration.
“I know man, just let me talk to her real quick and then you can do whatever the fuck you want with her,” Toine told him.
Sire let out a low growl before finally releasing the death grip he had on my hair. I sighed in relief but it was short lived when Toine got in my face looking like he had nothing to lose. I realized I was in a room full of crazy niggas, with Toine and Sire being the ring leaders. Ryan’s stupid ass was actually sitting there with a bowl of popcorn and his feet up like he was enjoying watching me be humiliated.
“Where the fuck is he? Before you lie, just know this nigga damn near took something very important from me and she’s barely holding on. The fact that he’s my brother and we share the same blood don’t mean shit to me, and it won’t mean shit when I catch up to him and dismember his ass either. So what do you think I’ll do to a bitch that never mattered to me that could possibly be carrying his offspring?” Toine asked menacingly.
“Did this bitch just piss on herself? Hell nah, get the fuck out of here! Sire, you mean to tell me you been fucking a grown ass pee pee girl?” Ryan laughed.
I hadn’t even noticed I peed on myself until I felt it running down my leg. Toine had successfully scared the piss out of me. I felt a harsh shove in my back and I had to keep myself from falling on my face as Toine moved out of the way.
“Get your pissy ass off my white rug,” Sire fussed.
“Where the fuck is he!” Toine’s voice boomed throughout the house.
“I…I don’t know. I really don’t know, I haven’t seen him since the time you saw us together and I haven’t talked to him in about three days because he was talking crazy,” I answered honestly.
“Crazy like how?” Sire questioned.
“Crazy like everyone that did him wrong was going to pay and he had a few tricks up his sleeve.”
Before I knew it, my head was being snatched back by my hair.
“Be careful Si, you don’t wanna get none of that piss on you,” Ryan laughed, and I wanted to slap his ass.
“See, my thing is, why do that nigga feel as though he can share all this shit with you? What, you working with his ass or something? Let me know what’s up.”
“What!” I screeched. “No Sire, I am not working with him. What would I gain by working with him? Ain’t shit he can do for me!” I yelled.
“But help you bust a nut, huh?” Sire laughed even though I knew he didn’t find this funny one bit.
“Call him,” Toine said as he picked my phone up off the floor. “Act normal as fuck and see if you can get him to tell you where he’s at,” he instructed.
I was down to do whatever to keep me alive because my life mattered to me way more than his ever could. Taking the phone, I called him up and put it on speaker phone. Instead of the phone ringing, we were greeted by a message.
“The number you called is no longer in service. Please hang up and try again.”
“FUUUCK!” Toine yelled as he walked out of the room.
I had to admit, that damn Anton was slick as hell. Slicker than Sire and his brother would ever give him credit for. Sire snatched my bag from off the ground and emptied it out. I watched as the sonogram fell on the rug and he didn’t even bother to pick it up or look at it. Instead, he went straight for my credit cards, my keys and the rolls of money I had in there. He stuffed all of it in his of pocket before turning to me.
“Get the fuck out and don’t ever find your way back unless you want to be a cold case. The only time you are ever allowed to try to get in contact with me again is when you have your child so I can get it tested. Even then, you call my mama, don’t call me. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
I looked down at the piss stain in front of my jeans and knew he had to be kidding. I knew he was at least going to let me take a shower and change my clothes.
“What about—”
“Don’t nothing in this bitch belong to you! Everything in here was bought with my hard earned money. Get the fuck out or get thrown out, which one you want?” he asked.
It was in that moment I snapped.
“Fuck you, Sire! You not about to have me out here like I’m some bum bitch! Nigga, do you know who the fuck I am? It was all fun and games when you cheated on me but now that you got a taste of your own medicine, you don’t like the shit? Nigga, fuck you!” I yelled.
My little rant didn’t mean shit because this nigga picked me up like I was rag doll, carried me to the door, and literally threw me out on my ass. He pulled his gun out and that’s when I came back to my senses.
“Keep thinking this shit is a game if you want to Lexus, a nigga like me really don’t give a fuck and will sleep peacefully every night. Keep fucking with me.”
I tucked my tail between my legs, got up and walked off. I wasn’t about to tangle with his crazy ass today. I just couldn’t believe this is what shit had boiled down to. All this over what? A few minutes of pleasure because my nigga wasn’t showing me no attention. Well, fuck both of them. Fuck Anton. Fuck Sire. I’m about to boss up on both of they asses.
Sixteen – Omar
I was scrolling through ole girl’s page with a big ass smile on my face. I was feeling like I had just hit the fucking lottery with the shit that I had found out. Baby girl don’t even know it but she really came through for my ass on the information tip, and it was just what I needed. Apparently, Lady had taken her dumb ass down to Virginia, Richmond to be exact, and thought nobody would ever catch up to her ass, but I know everything happens for a reason.
Looking at the pictures of her and her friend, I had to admit she was looking good as fuck though. She had put on a little weight since the last time I saw her but it was definitely in all the right places. It seems as if she had even found herself a new nigga and his ass didn’t look like house pockets was hurting either. Typical Lady, I thought.
If it was one thing her ass knew how to do it would definitely be pick a balling ass nigga
as her victim. Too bad these niggas didn’t know Lady like I knew her. Everything she knew about playing these niggas it was because I had taught her. I don’t even know what made Lady think she could ever get rid of me or get away from me for too long. Every time she tried, she ended up bringing her ass right on back home to daddy where she belonged.
This time though, she really fucked up and I wasn’t going to be here with welcoming arms. Lady had done the ultimate disrespect, so therefore she had to pay.
“So now that you know where she’s at, what happens now?” Kaylie asked.
My poor sister didn’t even know that she had put Lady’s life in danger. Kaylie always loved Lady for some reason; like, she really adored her ass. Crazy thing is though, she didn’t know that Lady was really a grimy ass bitch that I never should’ve brought around her.
“Now, I go get her and bring her home,” I told her even though she didn’t know what that really meant.
“When are you leaving? Can I go?”
“Nah little one, stay yo’ ass here. You got school and shit, I don’t need Ma snapping my head off because I’m making her daughter miss too many days. I’mma be down there for a while.”
“I guess,” she shrugged.
Giving her, her phone back, I pulled out my phone to make a phone call. I wasn’t the only one who was on Lady’s head. When she left, she put a couple of people in a fucked up situation and she had to answer to us all.
“What up nigga?” my homebody Shooter answered the phone.
My nigga was a shoot first, ask questions never type of nigga, hence the name.
“Shit, just trying to see if you want to take a trip to Virginia. We might be down there for a while,” I told him.
The line was quiet for a second before he responded. “Get the fuck outta here nigga! You found her? How?” Shooter laughed.
“Don’t worry about all that nigga, I just wanna know if you taking this trip with me or not. I have no problems going by myself, but I just thought I would ask you since you know the circumstances.”
“Fuck yea I’m going, nigga. I gotta round up a few of the goonies first because ain’t no way in hell I’m going down there naked. Where about in Virginia we going?” he questioned.
“Richmond,” I told him.
“Hell yea, that’s right up my alley too. I got some people down there that can get us whatever we need.”
Hearing that was like music to my ears. I really didn’t want to go down there blindly and not knowing nobody, but I would’ve if I had to. This was basically a by any means necessary type of situation, so whatever I was going to have to do to get her ass, I was going to do it.
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Two days later, Shooter and I, along with three of his goons were in Richmond. I was feeling all out of place because this wasn’t shit like Detroit, and there’s really no place like home. I wonder what the fuck made Lady run her ass all the way here anyway.
“We about to go meet up with my boy now,” Shooter let me know.
We all got in a black Yukon that Shooter had waiting for us at the airport, and we were on our way. I didn’t know how this nigga knew Richmond so well let how much business he did down here and that wasn’t my business. The only thing I was concerned with was getting what the fuck I came down here for.
While Shooter navigated the car, I sat in the passenger seat lost in my thoughts. I couldn’t believe that this is what the fuck everything has come down to. I remembered when there was a point in time I had Lady bending over backwards for my ass and doing whatever I told her to, now she was pulling disappearing acts on a nigga and shit.
“Aye, we here,” Shooter announced.
Everyone got out of the truck as we walked up to this barn looking building. I cut my eyes at Shooter, wondering what the fuck he had my ass walking into. He led the way as a big King Kong looking nigga opened the doors for us.
“What up Sarg?” Shooter spoke as he walked past.
When we walked in, it was like niggas had enough artillery in this bitch for World War three, four, five, so forth, and so on. I’m talking all types of guns from baby nines to AR 15s aligned the walls of this bitch.
“Look at this nigga, muthafuckin’ Shooter!” a nigga with a MAC 10 in his hands said with a smile on his face.
“My nigga Benny, what the fuck is up!” Shooter spoke as they gave each other a male hug.
“Nigga, you tell me. You said you was coming and to have something ready for you so what’s up? Who you gotta handle?”
“Nah, it ain’t me. It’s my homeboy over here, Omar. He got a little situation on his hands so he needs something to get him right while he down here,” Shooter explained. “Go ‘head O, tell the man what you need. Like I told you, Benny gon’ get you right.”
Like a kid in the candy store, I excitedly picked out everything I wanted. I didn’t know what type of nigga Lady was fucking with down here, so I knew I had to stay prepared at all times.
“Y’all niggas seem like y’all gearing up for a war. Who y’all going against?” Benny asked as he bagged up our shit.
Going in my pocket, I pulled out my phone and brought up my text messages where I had Kaylie send me a screenshot of the pictures from ole girl’s page. I showed Benny and he let out a whistle while shaking his head
“I hope like hell that’s not who you plan on going to war with,” he said.
“My beef ain’t with them, my problem is with the bitch with the black dress,” I described Lady.
“I can tell you now, if she’s hanging with or is associated with them, you’re going to have a hard time getting to her. Them niggas right there in that picture are fucking untouchable,” Benny said.
“So you know them?” Shooter asked.
“Know of them, never met them personally. You gotta be living under a rock if you’re from Richmond or surrounding areas, hell, the DMV and don’t know Sire and his crew.”
“Sire?” I questioned.
“That’s the one with the beard, Richmond’s finest,” Benny let us know.
I just smirked because Lady had really struck gold with this but little did she know, we both were about to reap the benefits of this come up. I guess the shit I taught her didn’t go to waste. She was clearly up to her same old tricks she was on when she back home in Detroit. Ain’t shit changed but the city for her ass. Only difference is, she didn’t have me there coaching her on; now I was here to remind her of how we used to do.
Seventeen – Sire
It was late at night and I couldn’t sleep for shit. I thought that since I got rid of Lexus’ no good ass, I would be able to sleep better, but I hadn’t been able to get a wink of sleep yet. I keep having this nagging feeling in the back of my head and the more I ignored it, the louder it got. For some reason, my mind kept telling me I needed to go get Lady, but I honestly didn’t know what the fuck for. After the last bitch, I said I was done for a while. Tossing in the bed for like the millionth time in five minutes, I snatched the pillow off my head.
“Fuck it,” I said out loud as I got out of the bed.
I went to my dresser and pulled the drawers open, snatching out a wife beater along with some basketball shorts and Nike socks. I put on my Nike slides and had to laugh because this was the official ‘I’m going to get some pussy’ outfit even though that wasn’t my intentions. I was just going to show up and whatever happens just happens.
“Or should I wear my Gucci ones?” I asked myself. “Okay, okay, let me stop playing and get out of here.”
Snatching my keys off the nightstand, I was ready to go. I walked to the garage and decided to drive the Range tonight. When I got in, I put on some music to match my mood. My slow jams came on and it was crazy how that old school Marvin Gaye came right on through. It was like his ass knew what was about to go down.
I pulled out of the garage and turned the music up as I vibed to it.
And baby, I can’t hold it much longer
It’s getting stronger and stronger
&nbs
p; And when I get that feeling
I want a sexual healing
This was the type of shit I could rock with. I didn’t want to hear shit about killing niggas, having cars, and fucking different hoes all the damn time. I be wondering what happened to the music that made you want to be in love, songs about making love to the one you love and shit like that. Nowadays, niggas make music to impress other niggas, fuck that shit. This was the type of music I grew up on anyways. My mama stayed playing some Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Aretha Franklin, and The Temptations; that good shit.
When I pulled up to the house, it was a little after two in the morning. I figured Lady was sleep by now but I didn’t care. I would just ease in the bed next to her ass and knock out right along with her. Letting myself in, I silenced the alarm before it could go off.
“Oh my gosh! You scared the shit out of me,” Lady said as she held her chest.
The lights in the house downstairs were off but I could still see her in the moonlight from the window. She had nothing on but her bra and panties and her hair was pinned to the top of her head. It was taking her a minute to catch her breath as I walked up on her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she stroked my beard.
“Why you not sleep?” I asked.
“I don’t really sleep at night,” she shrugged.
“You still fucked up from that little situation?” I questioned referring to them niggas running up in her shit and roughing her up a little.
She shook her head as she continued to play with my beard. “Something that happened way before that,” she said softly. “But what’s wrong, Sire? You came over late for a reason.”
“I got something that will put us both to sleep,” I told her as I took her hand from my beard and placed it on my dick, that she hadn’t even realized she had made hard.
Lady let out a gap and tensed up as she diverted her eyes away from me. There go that nervous and shy shit again, I thought to myself. I walked up on her and stared down at her.
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