All I Want is that Hood Love

by Mercedes G

  “Yeah, yeah whatever! Call me tomorrow hoe!” She got in her 2014 Nissan Maxima and left. I locked up the house and went and got in bed with JaMel. For the first time in six years, I could tell there was something wrong between us. I just didn’t know what it was.

  Chapter 11

  SHAKIRA

  “Damn nigga, why the fuck you got all of the lights off and shit? And what the fuck you doing here? I told you ass we’re done!” I said to Jay, as I rubbed my hands against the wall trying to find the light switch. He was already irking my damn nerves and I had just got there. Things hadn’t really been the same between me and Jay since he burnt me. You would think this nigga would’ve been sucking up to me and shit. He was still doing the usual; not coming home some nights, and ignoring my calls and shit. Yeah, I know I said I was done, but something kept me holding on. Jay was sitting at the kitchen table with all of the lights off in the house, drinking some Hennessey straight from the bottle. He didn’t even answer my question.

  “What the fuck nigga? You don’t hear me talking to you?” I walked over there to him and got up in his face.

  “Hellooo! I guess I’m talkin to my damn self!” I blurted out. Jay had this look on his face that I had never seen before. I didn’t know what the fuck his problem was, but he needed to get his shit together because I was not in the mood no bullshit tonight.

  “Well fuck y-" he didn’t give me time to finish my sentence. He jumped up from the table and I felt the back of his hand connect to my face. He slapped me so hard I stumbled back and hit the floor.

  “Ahh shit! Jay, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed as I held my jaw. He came and stood over me. His eyes were blood shot red. I could literally see the devil in his pupils. I tried to stand up but he pushed me back down to the floor with so much force, then kicked me in my stomach!

  “Arrrgh!!!!” I screamed as I bent over in pain holding my stomach. “Oh my god!!! Please, stop Jay!!” All I saw was the bottom of his Timberland boots.

  He was stomping me like I was a nigga. He wouldn’t even answer me. He grabbed me by hair and head butted me. I could feel the blood running down the middle of my forehead. This nigga had lost his mind. For what though? If anybody should be getting they ass beat, it should be him. He was the problem in our relationship not me.

  He picked me up off the floor and threw me against the wall with all of his might. My back hit the wall hard so hard that every picture on the wall fell to the floor and shattered. He came over to me, slapping me crazy. I was trying my best to fight him back but I was so feeble and in pain that it wasn’t working. Another five minutes of taking that ass whooping, I could feel my eyes closing. They were swelling up so fast that I could barely see. Jay walked over to the couch in the living room and sat on the couch as if he hadn’t done shit. What the fuck is wrong with this fool?

  “Bitch, you think you slick,” he finally spoke, looking at me with disgust in his eyes.

  “What the fuck are you talking about Jay’Ceon!?” I was crying my eyes out as I held my stomach. It felt like he had broken my rib.

  Jay and I fought all the time. This was by far the worst one of them all. I’m usually the aggressor, but tonight was a different story.

  “This is what the fuck I’m talking about!” He jumped up and grabbed a white piece a paper off the kitchen table. “Read this shit bitch!” He grabbed me by neck and forced me to read the paper.

  As I struggled to read the information on the paper, I had nothing else to say. I couldn’t see that well but I was able to make out what that letter stated. Jay had been to the clinic and found out that he was clear of all diseases. I couldn’t do shit but cry harder. My ass was busted.

  He balled up the letter and threw it at me. He coughed up a large amount of mucus and spit it dead in my face. I was so bruised and broken I couldn’t even retaliate. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door. I felt like shit. I don’t know if I was more hurt about Jay beating the fuck out of me the way he had or the fact that I had been cheating on him.

  CHAPTER 12

  NATAYSIA

  “Damn Tay, you getting big as hell girl! How far along are you now?” Carmen said as soon as I walked into her shop. She was so dramatic. I was pushing four months and you could barely tell.

  “Almost four months.” I sat down in one her client chairs. I was the first one there and I was glad because I was not trying to be up in there all day. Carmen stayed busy. Despite her ghetto ways and her big ass mouth, she was a beast when it came to doing hair. I couldn’t knock her for that.

  “What we getting today, boo?” she asked while popping her gum four different ways.

  “I want to try a short bob with the side part; pregnant, the summer, and long ass hair don’t mix,” I honestly told her.

  “Shid, I was wondering how you was making it with them Havana Twist. I caught hell when I was pregnant with Lil’ JoJo,” she added and we laughed.

  “Bitch, guess who got locked up yesterday?” She hit me on my shoulder with the comb.

  “Who?” My nosey ass wanted to know.

  “Dee Dee and Lisa!”

  “What the hell they do? Wait, let me guess…stealing?”

  “Bingo,” Carmen said with a laugh. She continued… “Girl them hoes got caught stealing tights and shit out of Walmart. I told them bitches they was gonna get caught sooner or later! They didn’t wanna listen!” She shook her head.

  Dee Dee and Lisa were sisters. Those bitches were known for stealing anything you wanted. I’m talking from laptops, to flat screens, all the way down to clothes and shoes. I had purchased my brand new 60-inch flat screen from them for $300. You couldn’t beat that. I always thought that if they ever got caught it would be for something major and not no damn leggings!

  “Ni they straight shot out for that! I ain’t about to go to jail for no damn leggings…fuck that!” We laughed as an all too familiar car pulled up in front of Carmen’s shop.

  It was Mega’s chrome Grand Prix. A young dark-skinned girl jumped out of his car and switched her way around to the driver’s side to where Mega was. He handed her what looked like a wad of cash. She laughed and made her way inside of the shop. I know it wasn’t my place, but he had a bitch feeling some type of way about this shit. I couldn’t let my emotions show though. The thing that fucked me up was the fact that she looked as if she was about five-months pregnant. This nigga here! I thought to myself.

  “What’s up ya’ll?” the girl said as she went and sat in one of Carmen’s empty chairs.

  “Heeeey MeMe!! What yo lil’ young ass doing over this way?” Carmen asked while getting me prepared to sit under the dryer.

  “Girl, my baby daddy brought me down here last night. I needed to get away from the Bany for a while,” she said as she grabbed one of the hair magazines off the table and began to look through it. My phone started ringing. It was Mega. I didn’t answer because I didn’t want Carmen’s ass eavesdropping. I would wait until she was finish with my hair. Her nosey ass wouldn’t put two and two together if she heard my conversation with Mega.

  Carmen was finish with my hair in less than an hour. I couldn’t wait to get to my car so I could call Mega back. I wanted to know who the little bitch was that he dropped off.

  “Yeah,” he answered turning his music down in the background so he could hear.

  “Yeah, you called me?” I said with an attitude.

  “My name popped up on the caller ID didn’t it?” he said back with an attitude.

  “Whatever…what’s up?” I said.

  “What’s up with the attitude Mrs. Lady, what I did to you?” he questioned not knowing I wanted to fuck his ass up as if he was my nigga.

  “Who was that chick you dropped off at the salon?” I asked, only for him to start laughing.

  “Mrs. Lady, what you talking about?” he said playfully. He knew he was getting under my skin and it was pissing me the fuck off.

  “You know what…I ain’t got no business questioning yo
u, you ain’t my man,” I said with an attitude.

  “Man shut that shit up and meet me somewhere!” I know damn well he didn’t!

  “Tell yo lil’ girlfriend to meet you!”

  “Girl quit playing! Meet me on Villanova. You know Rock?” he asked.

  “Yeah I know Rock.”

  “That’s my people….come holla at me. You can park yo car behind his house and get in the car with me.” This nigga loved demanding shit.

  “Okay,” I replied and hung up. I knew I was taking mad chances being that motherfuckers in Cuthbert couldn’t hold water, but it was something about Mega that was making those chances worth taking.

  Rock was a D-boy here in Cuthbert. I’m sure he was working for Mega, because the way Mega was living, there was no way he had to get his hands dirty. Rock lived on Villanova in a nice brick house. His house was one of the few houses on this side of town that actually looked decent.

  I pulled up in Rock’s yard and drove around to the back of the house. Mega and Rock was standing on the back porch with a few other niggas, shooting dice. I wasn’t familiar with none of the other guys besides Mega and Rock. I was not about to get out of this car. I can’t believe Mega would call me over here like this knowing I’m married. JaMel wasn’t a known drug dealer, but niggas knew who he was because of the clubs he owned. Mega walked off the porch and came to the driver’s side. I rolled down my window.

  “Sup sweetheart,” he smiled and stuck his head through the window, trying to plant a kiss on my cheek, but I moved back.

  “Uh uh nigga, go kiss yo little girlfriend! And why the hell you called me over here knowing all these niggas over here? Did you forget I’m married or you just don’t give a fuck?” I was pissed because Mega wasn’t playing fair. He knows my situation. This right here was supposed to be a secret.

  “You really want me to answer that?”

  “Yeah I do!” I folded my arms across my chest and gazed into his eyes.

  “Honestly no, I don’t give a fuck about you being married! However, I know you care so I wouldn’t even do you like that. You already know Rock ain’t gone say shit, that’s fam. Plus he work for me. Them other niggas came down here with me from The Bany. They don’t even know ya hubby, Ma,” he smiled. “So you rolling with a nigga or nah?” He licked his lips and bit down on the bottom one.

  “Move,” I said hitting him with my door as I tried to open it. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car.

  “Yo Taysia, what’s up with ya girl Shakira? Hook a nigga up,” Rock said while shaking the dice and throwing them against the wall.

  “I got you,” I told Rock. I was serious as hell too. I was tired of Jay treating my girl like shit. Rock was in the drug game but he was a good dude. I had never heard anything bad about him. Besides, what more damage could he do that Jay hadn’t already done? I made a mental note to tell Shakira about Rock’s request.

  “Girl, you a mess, you know that?” Mega said as got in his car and closed the door. “How you gone get mad at me about a chick when you married?”

  I swear I ain’t like the way he said that shit. Hell, I didn’t have answer to his question. I was trying to figure out the same shit.

  “I ain’t mad nigga, fuck I look like?” I said. Mad was written all over my face. He was killing his self, laughing. That pissed me off even more.

  “If you say so,” he said as he turned his radio up. August Alsina’s voice sent chill’s through my body as he sang his heart out. That Testimony album goes hard. The tint on Mega’s whip was dark as hell. I was glad too; that way I didn’t have to let the seat back and shit.

  A few moments later we pulled up in front of Carmen’s shop. My heart started racing like hell, because Carmen was the last person I needed to see me in another man’s car.

  “What the hell we doing back here?” Mega ignored me and started blowing the horn.

  “I’M COMING DAMN!!!” The pregnant girl named MeMe that he had dropped off earlier yelled, as she came out of Carmen’s shop and made her way to the car. I know damn well this nigga done lost his fucking mind!

  “Hop in the back MeMe! I got somebody in the front. And what I tell you about all that damn cussing?” he said to her as she was making her way to the front seat. I’m assuming she didn’t know someone was in the front being that the tint was so dark.

  “Nigga I’m grown! And don’t be blowing the horn, rushing me and shit,” she said, as she got in the back seat and playfully hit Mega in the back of his head. She looked at me and then back to Mega.

  “Wait…wasn’t you just in the shop getting your hair done?” She looked confused.

  “Yeah she was Meme, damn! Don’t start asking all those questions,” Mega said as he put the car in reverse.

  “I ain’t nigga. I’m MeMe, Mega’s sister,” she said excitedly.

  “Hey MeMe, I’m NaTaysia but you can call me Tay or Taysia,” I replied. I was too embarrassed to even look at Mega because I know he was laughing at my ass. Here I was ready to knock his ass out about his damn sister.

  It took us about fifteen minutes before we arrived at our destination. Mega and MeMe jumped out of the car with no problem while I stayed inside the car. Mega came to my side of the car and opened my door.

  “What you waiting for, Ma? This my shit too.” He laughed as I got out of the car.

  We made our way inside of a nice luxurious home. It was outside of the city limits, located in the country part of Cuthbert. The nearest neighbor had to be at least two miles down the road. Since Mega and MeMe were getting comfortable around the house, I figured I should make myself comfortable as well. The house consisted of five bedrooms with three and a half baths. The kitchen was spacious and the size of a master bedroom, if not bigger. There was a huge walk-in closet in each bedroom. Every bathroom was blessed with his and her sections. The decorative ceiling was astonishing and there were crystal chandeliers dangling in every room.

  “So how far along are you?” MeMe came up behind me and startled me, as I stood at the door of the master bedroom admiring the beauty. Mega had good taste to be a man.

  “Huh?” I asked her forgetting that I was carrying a load just like her. She pointed to my stomach and laughed.

  “Oh…girl!” I laughed. “I’m going on four months, and you?”

  “I’m pushing for five. So is my brother your baby’s daddy? I just asked because he has never brought a female to his house before.” MeMe brushed past me and got comfortable on Mega’s California King Bed.

  “No he’s not. I was already pregnant when he and I met.”

  “Oh damn. He must really like you then,” we laughed.

  “What ya’ll in here talking about?” Mega came in with a bottle of Cîroc in one hand and a glass filled with ice in the other. He walked over to chair in the corner of the room that was shaped like a throne, and sat down.

  “None of yo damn business,” MeMe said as she got off the bed.

  “Where you bout ta go MeMe?” he asked her. I had been around them less than an hour and I could tell that Mega was overprotective of his baby sister.

  “To my room Mega, dang!” She was aggravated with Mega and I could tell. She wobbled her way down the hall. MeMe was walking down the hall like she was nine months pregnant, holding her back and all. I laughed because young girls killed me when they were pregnant. They made sure they did everything to be recognized.

  “Come here Mrs. Lady.” He gestured for me to come sit in his lap and I obliged. I watched him fill his glass up with Cîroc.

  “You want some…oh my bad I forgot you can’t drink!” Mega was being funny. Before my pregnancy that’s all I did was drink. I never got pissy drunk though. As a lady, I knew my limit.

  “Oh, you being funny!” I playfully mushed his head.

  “You know I’m just playing bae…” He puckered up his lips as if he wanted a kiss. What I thought was about to be a peck turned into something totally different. Mega grabbed the back of my head and parted my lips with his t
ongue. The way his tongue fucked my mouth made me wonder how his sex game was. I laughed with our mouths glued together as I felt the bulge in his jeans.

  “Oh that’s funny?” he asked, and we both laughed. We tongue wrestled for a few more minutes until his phone interrupted us. Damn! Who fucking up my shit? I thought to myself.

  “What up?” he answered. I was still sitting on his lap and he was palming my ass.

  “Aight cool, I’m on my way.” He disconnected the call and laid the phone down on the lamp table as if he had never received the call. He picked me up and turned me so that I was straddling his lap. He sucked on my neck as he palmed my ass with both hands. He kissed between my breast and it felt so damn good. He had turned on the faucet between my legs.

  “Damn yo ass juicy as fuck!” he said and planted kisses all on my neck and chest. He pulled up my dress and slipped one of his hands between my legs. His arms were so large and long that he was able to rub up and down my slit from the back. I let out a loud moan.

  “Ahhh shit Mega,” I moaned as his fingers tickled my pearl. He removed his hands and slapped me on my ass.

  “Get up, Ma. I gotta run somewhere real quick.”

  “Are you serious? Why the fuck you stop?” I hated to sound desperate but that shit was feeling too good. I was too mad. He was about to take me there. The way that my pussy was feeling I was about to let him.

  “I was tryna see how wet that pussy could get for a nigga. You got a muthafuckin river down there Mrs. Lady.” I was embarrassed.

  “Whatever,” I smacked my teeth at Mega and stood up. I can’t believe what he just did. I wasn’t even supposed to let him go that far, but I did and he gotta stop? Where they do that at?

  “You gone stay here til I come back? I gotta go handle some business real quick,” he asked. I hope this nigga don’t think I was about to stay at his house while he was gone. Hell, he was on my time. I’m the one that’s married, not him. Speaking of being married, JaMel hasn’t called me all damn day. What the fuck is his problem? I know he was tired but he wasn’t that damn tired.