All I Want is that Hood Love

by Mercedes G

  “About not wanting to share you no more. I want you and this pussy all for myself,” he said while grabbing a handful of my pussy. It was sitting up fat in these shorts.

  “Mega really? You know I’m married. Besides, I’m pretty sure you ain’t tryna be with me like that.” I turned around to look in his face. He wasn’t smiling. This nigga was for real.

  “Man, since I first saw you at my G-Ma house that day, I have been feeling you. The time we been spending together lately only made shit worse. Let’s not forget that lil’ tight ass pussy you got!” We fell out laughing at that last statement.

  “Nah, for real though. I want you to be mine NaTaysia. Yeah you married, but it’s obvious you ain’t feeling that shit. If you were, you wouldn’t be here with me right now. You said that’s the only nigga you ever been with, right? That’s the fucking problem.

  You only there cause that’s what you used to. That’s all you knew until you met me. You ain’t never been fucked the way that I fucked you last night. I saw that shit all in yo face. Quit fooling yo self.” I knew he was serious because he called my real name. He always called me Mrs. Lady, never my real name.

  Was he right? Was I only in love with my husband because he’s all I’ve ever known? I had been with JaMel since I was eighteen. When I’m with Mega I find myself hardly ever thinking about JaMel unless he calls or text. Mega had me so confused right now and I hated that he had this type of effect on me. Mega had to be crazy. I was not about to lose my husband to someone I had only known for a few months. That wasn’t happening. JaMel had been nothing but a good husband to my ass. Temptation just got the best of me. At times, I honestly didn’t feel bad about the shit I was doing.

  “I hear ya Mega,” I spoke calmly.

  “I know you hear me, but do you understand me?” He lifted my chin up with his hand so that I was looking him straight in his eyes.

  “Yeah, I understand.” This conversation needed to be over with. Mega was giving me mixed feelings and putting all types of thoughts in my head, such as leaving my husband. His touch made my body quiver, and my heart skipped a beat every time he was around. Lord, what have I gotten myself into?

  *****

  We pulled up to a gated community and Mega entered the code into the security system. We drove through as the gates slowly let us in.

  “Who lives out here?” I asked while looking out of my window. I admired the mansions that this neighborhood was filled with. I knew this community had to be occupied with a few doctors, CEO’s and celebrities.

  “We do now,” he smiled as he grabbed my hand and held it in his. This nigga really is crazy, I thought. We pulled up to a mansion that was large enough for four families to live in.

  “What you mean we do?”

  “It’s ours, Ma. Now every time we come to Miami we don’t have to be shacked up in a hotel. Come on let me show you around.” We got out of the car and I watched as Mega pulled the ‘for sale’ sign out of the ground and throw it in the trash can that was sitting on the curb. He really bought this house. I just couldn’t believe it as I observed the house from every angle. This nigga really is a fucking boss.

  He walked up to the huge double doors, pulled out the key to the house, and opened the door. The house was huge but it was completely empty. I was glad of that because this meant that I could put a woman’s touch on it; my damn touch on it. I wanted so badly to tell Mega that he didn’t have to do all of this, but a bitch couldn’t pass up this lifestyle. No matter how bad I wanted to I couldn’t. Not only that but I was really feeling Mega. I heard a horn blowing outside. Not really facing the fact that this nigga just purchased a house for a woman that wasn’t officially his had me thinking that it was the owner coming to kick us out.

  It was Kira and Rock. Her crazy ass was so ready to get out of the car that she almost fell soon as her foot hit the ground. Mega’s phone started ringing and I walked outside to meet Kira and Rock.

  “Oh my God Taysia! The fuck are you doing to this nigga?” Kira approached with her mouth wide open.

  “Wait a minute. Kira, you knew about this?”

  “I did, but I didn’t.” I looked at her because what she just said didn’t make any sense.

  “What Tay? I just found out on our way over here. This right here is the business that Rock and Mega was taking care of early this morning,” she said pointing at the house as we walked back inside.

  Rock was still sitting inside of his car. I could tell he was rolling up one because I saw him through the windshield sprinkling the weed down the cigar.

  “Damn Kira, could you please pick your mouth up off the floor?”

  “Bitch, this right here is some boss nigga shit for real!”

  CHAPTER 23

  NATAYSIA

  LATER THAT NIGHT….

  Saturday nights in Miami was crazy. We pulled up to the King of Diamonds strip club in a white Hummer stretched limo. Mega was taking us out to an all-white party. The line to get in King of Diamonds was long as hell. I wasn’t used to waiting in lines. Shit, my husband owned two clubs. To my surprise, we bypassed everybody in line and went straight to door with Mega and Rock taking the lead. Bitches were slick mad and saying shit up under their breath. These hoes better stay in their lane. I wish a bitch would jump stupid!

  “If it ain’t De’Carlos Muthafuckin Banks and Rahsheen Miller!!!” The huge bouncer that was ate the door called Mega and Rock by their real names as we approached the door.

  “What’s good D-Bo?” Mega replied as the bouncer let a few people through the door. He dapped up Mega and Rock.

  “How ya’ll ladies doing tonight?” he asked while licking his lips.

  “We doing fine,” I said.

  “Aight D-Bo! Lick them lips like that again and them bitches gon come up missing,” Mega said and we all laughed.

  “Nah boss man, it ain’t like that! You know I’m just playing around,” he explained. “Come on in!” He unhooked the robe that was blocking the doorway and let us in. Soon as we walked in it was like the entire club stopped and were focusing on us.

  “Aight ladies, The King of Miami just stepped in the building!!! That nigga Mega!!! What up boy?” The deejay yelled over the mic and through the speakers. The King of Miami? Mega was a whole lot more than I thought he was. All the strippers that were in the back came rushing out to be seen. I couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

  A guy dressed in a black Armani suit came walking towards us with a huge wine glass in his hand. He had one of the strippers on his arm. I figured she was his girl the way they were acting with each other on the way over.

  “Megaaaa!!! What’s good partna?” They slapped hands and hugged. “What up Rock?” He and Rock did the same.

  “Shit, I can’t call it. We just came to show my girl Taysia and her friend Shakira a good time. Taysia, this is Dave, the owner.” We spoke to each other and Shakira and I dismissed ourselves to the dance floor to let Mega and Rock chop it up with Dave. It had been a minute since I stepped foot in the club so I was ready to have a good time.

  King of Diamonds was the shit. There was nothing but bad bitches in here. There was ass and titties everywhere. I had never been to a strip club before. It was exciting watching all of the women shake their asses for a buck. Shit, you gotta do what you gotta do.

  Shakira and I were dancing our asses off on the dance floor. It was so many bitches in the club. Many of them just came to watch the strippers like the niggas. I must admit Miami had some top notch bitches, but there was nothing like a Georgia Peach. I was wearing a little tight ass white dress that stopped way above my knees and right up under my ass. If I bent over just a little bit, you would be able to see everything that Debra gave me.

  The middle section of my dress was open, exposing my princess cut diamond belly ring. My titties were sitting up just right. Shakira was wearing some white leggings with a white bra top that was embedded with a few gold spikes. Her white Christian Louboutin Heels had a few gold spikes o
n them on them also. She was standing up like a stallion.

  I looked up towards the VIP section and there was Mega eyeing me down. That nigga was watching me like a Hawk. I played right into it. I turned around so he could get a good look of this ass and I started making it clap. I knew that would get his undivided attention, because Mega was an ass man. He loved to hold and squeeze my ass when were we together. We were having a ball. I felt my phone vibrate and it was a text from Mega.

  Mega: DON’T GET FUCKED UP!!

  Me: You must feel some type of way? lol

  Mega: PLAY WIT IT!

  Me: Whatever nigga! Bye!

  CHAPTER 24

  MEGA

  The King of Diamonds was stupid packed. Everybody from every county was in the building showing me love and it wasn’t even my party. That was nothing new. I was the Boss in Miami. I had niggas working for me in damn near every city. The thing I respected about these Miami niggas was the fact that they stuck together. Niggas in Albany were like crabs in a barrel. Trigga, Mike, and a few of my other workers from Albany had come down to help me make sure business was running straight down here. Trigga and Mike came just in case we had a few death certificates that needed to be signed.

  We were popping big boy bottles in VIP. The strippers were all over a nigga. They knew where the money was. This badass stripper named Xotic was laid back on one of the chairs busting that pussy wide open. She had a pretty little pink pussy and her hair was neatly shaved in a diamond shape form. I laughed when I saw my lil nigga Donte slip a finger or two inside of her.

  I looked down on the dance floor and saw Taysia and Shakira out there getting it in. A few niggas was watching and I didn’t like that shit. I came here to have a good time but I didn’t mind turning this muthafucka out if need be. Taysia’s body was something serious. She was ten times badder than PinkyXXX the porn star. It was something about this chick that just made me want to leave the game alone and say fuck it all.

  I didn’t give a fuck about her being married. That shit was going to come to an end. I know she was feeling me. The way that her pussy felt gave me evidence that she wasn’t being fucked right. I was showing her a whole new life, something her husband wasn’t capable of giving her. She looked up towards VIP and spotted me staring her down. I gave her that, “Don’t get fucked up” look. She smiled and turned around so I could see what she was working with. My dick instantly got hard. No female in the club was fucking with her, including the strippers.

  My homie Zero from Miami was throwing his cousin Kane an all-white ‘Welcome Home’ party. Kane used to be the man in these Miami streets before he caught a bid back in ‘04. I had never personally met him, but everybody knew who he was and what he was about from what I was told. I was just hoping he understood that these streets were mine now. He could tag along if he wanted to, but the only nigga that was wearing the crown around this muthafucka is me. I was the HNIC (Head Nigga in Charge). Zero and Donte were in charge of Miami while I wasn’t there. They had been working for me for about ten years and so far everything has been Gucci.

  Zero’s girlfriend Jada, was out on the dance floor, dancing her ass off to Nicki Minaj’s “Anaconda” song. She looked just like Nicki Minaj out there on the dance floor. Donte’s baby mama Nikki got behind Jada and started smacking her ass. I prayed Donte knew Nikki was here because I really didn’t want anybody fucking up my night. Those two were the modern day Ike and Tina. I had just sent Taysia a text message when Zero approached me from behind.

  “Yo Mega, I want you to meet somebody. This right here is my cuz Kane… Kane, this my nigga Mega,” Zero yelled over the music, as I turned around to greet the man of the hour. Zero was fucked up off that Henny.

  “Welcome home!” I said as Kane and I dapped up each other.

  “Preciate that my nigga. So I hear you the big man around here now!” Kane got straight to the point. He was trying to throw a nigga shade. I wasn’t catching it though.

  “Yeah, that would be me,” I responded. My cockiness was a motherfucker, especially since I was now running the city that used to belong to him. I could tell he still had money left over from the way he was dressed. More than likely he had money saved up. That’s what any drug dealer with sense would do.

  “When can we talk business?” Kane was ready. I didn’t mind adding him to my roster as long as he wasn’t on any bullshit.

  “Get with Zero and we’ll set something up. Tonight is yours my nigga, so enjoy yourself.” We shook hands and parted ways.

  I looked back down on the dance floor for Taysia and she had disappeared. I went to go find her so I could check her motherfucking ass. She was out there doing too much.

  CHAPTER 25

  NATAYSIA

  After a few more songs, we decided to go sit at the bar and drink some more. I couldn’t walk through the crowd without niggas trying to stop me or get my attention. Shakira and I had met two cool ass chicks from Miami while we were out on the dance floor, named Jada and Nikki. Nikki was fucked all the way up. She and Shakira could’ve gone for sisters because they acted just alike.

  We was at the bar taking shots to the head when some lame ass nigga came up behind me like he was right.

  “Sup lil’ mama! Let a nigga buy you a drink or sum.”

  “Nah nigga, let me buy you a drank.” I gestured for the bartender to come over. This nigga got me fucked up! I don’t roll like that. I never let a nigga buy me drinks in the club. A nigga buy you a drink then he think you owe him something.

  “Pour this nigga a cup,” I demanded the bartender.

  “Damn lil’ mama, it’s like that?”

  “Yeah it’s like that and my name ain’t lil’ mama!” I was getting aggravated.

  “You can keep the attitude. A nigga was just tryna show you some love that’s all!” He pulled my arm and I snatched it back. Before I could say anything Mega was up in that nigga face like he was Floyd Mayweather and the other nigga was the opponent.

  “My nigga do we gotta problem?” Mega looked like he was ready for war. I didn’t know if he was madder at the nigga or me.

  “Nah we good! I was just tryna be nice to the bitch!” Before I knew it Mega punched him dead in his nose. Ole boy fell straight to the floor holding his bleeding nose. I knew it was broke because I heard it when it cracked. Mega started stomping him out as he lay on the floor helpless. Everybody in the club just stood there and watched. Nobody was valiant enough to even pull Mega off the nigga. The strippers had stopped dancing and all.

  “MEGA STOP!!! THAT’S ENOUGH!! STOP!!! MEGA YOU GONNA KILL HIM!!! STOP! It ain’t that serious!” I screamed trying to pull Mega off him. We were the center of attention. The guy looked as if he was about to lose consciousness. I was scared as hell for Mega because this was not the place or the time to be catching a fucking murder charge. There were too many witnesses around.

  “GET THE FUCK BACK TAYSIA!” Mega demanded. The guy staggered as he got up off the floor and ran through the crowd. Mega was furious. I didn’t even do shit. It was not that damn serious that he had to fuck ole boy up like that. “TAKE YO ASS TO THE CAR!” he yelled at me. To the car? Did he not forget that we rode in a big ass limo, and who the fuck was he talking to like that? These other niggas may have been intimidated by him, but not me.

  “I ain’t going no muthafuckin where. You ought to be a damn shamed of yourself! I came here to have a good time and you tryna fuck it up! I ain’t your fucking child! And I ain’t yo fucking woman! The fuck is wrong with you?” I was pissed. I mean, I appreciated Mega for coming to the rescue and all, but damn all that extra shit was uncalled for. All of his homies that we had met earlier came rushing over to see what the fuck was going on.

  “Nikki, what the fuck is you doing here? And where the fuck my son at??” Donte blurted out, forgetting about the incident that had just taken place.

  Before she could respond, he interrupted her. “Bitch I know damn well you ain’t leave my son so you can come to the fuckin club? You done
lost yo fuckin mind!” We all turned our attention to Nikki and Donte. It was about to go down…again. We had just met these people and all of us were standing around together looking like a family.

  “Bitch? Who the fuck you calling a bitch, nigga? I got yo bitch!!” Nikki coughed up some spit and it went flying, hitting Donte dead in the face. Lawd, what did she do that for? That nigga had a reflex so quick. He slapped the shit out of Nikki and she fell to the floor.

  “OH HELL NAH MUTHAFUCKA!” Her friend Jada took off on his ass. She swung and caught him with a right. Shakira and I followed right behind Jada with blows. I couldn’t stand for a man to put his hands on a woman. I still hated Jay to this day for fucking up Kira the way he had done. There was no way in hell she and I were just going to sit there watch this man put his hands on this girl. We had only known them for like an hour and we were defending her like we had known her a lifetime.

  “You a bitch ass nigga for that!” I charged at Donte, but Mega had snatched my lil’ short ass up! Rock grabbed Donte and was trying to block him from us. Jada was still throwing blows left and right. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening right now. My first time coming out in I don’t know how long and some shit was already popping off. Not only that, but I was out here in Miami being ratchet and I had a fucking husband at home. Fuck my life!

  “Ya’ll acting ratchet as hell tonight! Taysia, that ain’t got shit to do with you. You ain’t got no business being in other folk’s shit, especially when she gonna be right back with the nigga tonight. You need to be worried about the shit we got going on. Let me handle Donte. Now take yo ass to the limo!” Mega was all in my face. That motherfucker was pissed off. I couldn’t help but notice how good he was looking. That thug shit is what I loved about his ass. I needed somebody that could tame me. He was just the right person to do it. He was wearing an all-white blazer with a white V-neck under it, and a pair of white Levi jeans.

  “I don’t give a fuck, Mega; he had no business putting his hands on her like that. And yo homeboy a pussy!” I said as Donte and I made eye contact. He knew not to say shit to me. Mega would have his ass knocked off in heartbeat, and I would make sure of that, homie or not. I was pissed and ready to get back to Georgia ASAP. I didn’t come all the way down here for this shit. I remember Kira telling me she heard that Mega was a crazy muthafucka. I was more than convinced after tonight. I turned around and grabbed Kira, pulling her outside of the club. She and I walked right past the limo that we arrived in.