by Natavia
Moments later, I grabbed my box cutter then started cutting my leg. I carved Shine’s name into my inner thigh as blood flowed onto the sheets. I was numb to the pain.
“He doesn’t love you! Look at how you act! You are a murderer!” Janae said to me.
“Shut the hell up! I told you the same shit about Kenjay! He didn’t like your simple ass and only used you!” I told her.
“He might have used me but you are the one he set up for killing Rattle and Tory!” she snapped at me, taking me by surprise. Janae never got feisty.
“Shut the hell up!” I screamed jabbing myself in the leg with the razor then she screamed out.
“I run this shit, bitch! I made all of this happen!” I said. My grandmother sat next to me, the one I pushed down the steps when I was eight.
“You reap what you sow! Everything that you do comes back to you!” she said to me. I covered my ears then closed my eyes to make her disappear.
Kenjay
I went to my mother’s house. She left it to me in her will but I didn’t know what to do with it. I damn sure didn’t want anybody living in it. I went upstairs to her bedroom and it still smelled like her.
I picked up one of her pictures. She was sitting on a picnic table at a cookout with her arm wrapped around my shoulder. I was about ten years old. The image of the side of her face blown off haunts me every time I close my eyes.
My phone rang and it was Sameer. He told me to come and get him because Lo-Lo flattened his tires. These motherfuckers pissed me off. Yesterday, Latavia came home looking like she’d been fucking and now my crazy cousin been in Annapolis almost every day when he lives in D.C.
I locked up then headed to Lo-Lo’s neighborhood to get Sameer.
As soon as I pulled up to Lo-Lo’s complex I heard screaming and yelling. I got out to see what was going on and Lo-Lo had Sameer in a headlock.
“What the fuck are y’all doing? Lo-Lo you can’t Sumo wrestle out in the street like this! What the fuck are you trying to do? Get locked up?” I asked pulling her off of him. Sameer tried catching his breath.
“Fuck are you trying to kill my lil’ cousin for?” I asked her wanting to murk her simple ass.
“This nigga didn’t bring me my fucking KFC like he said he would! Then when I got home from work, this nigga was on my couch talking to some bitch with his hands in his fucking pants! I don’t even know how the nigga got into my damn apartment! He keeps trying me, Kenjay, and I’m not for that shit today!” she said popping her gum. “Nigga, I broke a nail fucking with your dumb ass! Give me my fucking money!” she said to Sameer. Sameer went into his pocket, slapping a couple of one hundred dollar bills in her palm.
“Nigga, she said her nails! Not a fucking bag! You still owe me for that pool game that I won!” I said to him.
“Shut up, nigga!” he said to me. Then I pushed him. “Nigga, I came all the way over here to get you and you are giving your money to her like she didn’t just flatten your tires?” I asked him.
Lo-Lo pushed me into the car. “Motherfucker, don’t put your hands on him!” she said and Sameer smirked. I didn’t know what this lil’ nigga be doing to these broads but they stay fighting him and everyone else over him.
“OH HELL NAWL! Lo-Lo you push me like that again and I will call some poachers from Africa to come over here and hunt your elephant-sized ass! Bitch, do I look like this dumb nigga to you?” I asked her.
“Yo, my nigga, don’t call her that!” Sameer said to me.
“Fuck this shit! I’m out! Nigga, don’t call me anymore!” I said walking off. I got into my car then sped off.
I stopped at one of my small restaurants. When my mother was alive she was doing that for me. I didn’t even want to be bothered with the shit. I only bought them to get Latavia off of my back.
I ran into Geraldine. This was one fucked up day for me!
“Hey, Mrs. Geraldine!” I said to her.
“Don’t try to sweet talk me out of my panties with your yellow fine ass!” she said smiling at me. She came a long way from the crackhead she used to be.
“You and that mouth, woman!” I said laughing then she rolled her eyes.
“Your customer service here sucks! When your mama was alive, she had this place, and the other one downtown, running! I don’t know what the fuck is going on!” she said shaking her head.
“Look, at this shit! My damn catfish is meowing!” she said and I chuckled.
“How about you run it then! I will pay you whatever you want! You can run both of them. I will even pay you for gas, but you better not be stealing money out of the drawers!” I said to her. Britain’s mama was cool but she was a thief back in the day. I know she clean but I had to let her know.
She gasped with her hand over her chest. “You sexy Chinese-looking motherfucker! I’m a woman of God! I do not steal! But I will steal you away from that crazy-ass woman you got!” she said then I shook my head. Geraldine was something else.
“Just making sure!” I told her.
“Come by tomorrow and we can go over some stuff,” I told her.
“You want me to wear my see-through?” she asked then I smirked.
“If I didn’t have a shorty, I might sample that old ass!” I said to her. She grilled me.
“Don’t play with me, boy! This old ass can still get down on it!” she told me laughing.
“I’m happy to see you holding up. Tammy was a good woman!” she said patting my shoulder then walked out.
After I fired a few of the cooks, I closed the restaurant up for the day. I hoped Geraldine could run both places, because if not, I was going to shut them down.
When I got home, the smell of fried chicken hit me. I was surprised Latavia was home early. She was with her clients majority of the day. Sometimes, she even flew out for a few days. Some shit was going on with her and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
“So, are you going to tell me what nigga tried feeling on you and shit?” I asked, sitting down at the kitchen island.
“Seriously? We starting this shit? I told you client information is confidential. He’s a football player and I didn’t want this shit to get out! I’m friends with his wife and I know you!” she said to me then I smirked.
“Okay, cool!” I said getting up.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” she called out.
“I don’t want that shit! I already ate out!” I said to her. She turned the stove down then put her hands on her hips. She grilled me with her nose turned up like always.
“Where did you eat at?” she asked me.
“That’s confidential!” I told her.
“Nigga, don’t fucking play with me! Sit your ass down and eat this food! I cut my schedule short today to come home and feed you. I wanted to spend some time with you. I have some movies we can watch and your Henny is chilled by the fireplace in some ice! You may not be in the mood, but you better get your cracker ass in the mood!” she said fussing and slamming pots. Did she just call me a cracker?
“Shorty, don’t call me that!” I said then she smiled. “Have a seat, Kenjay! I’m making fried chicken, collard greens, and baked macaroni and cheese. I also made you a homemade sweet potato pie with pecans in it!” she said smiling at me.
“Damn! Why you doing this shit to me?” I asked smiling, sitting down at the table.
“Can a woman show her man she appreciates him?” she asked.
“I hope I’m the only nigga you appreciating! I swear on my mama, I almost killed you yesterday!” I told her.
“You would really fucking kill me?” she asked me.
“Fucking right! Then be at your funeral shedding tears and lip syncing to the gospel music they would sing for you like I never did the shit!” I told her.
“Why are you and all of your cousins jackasses? Your whole damn family is like that! Sameer takes the cake! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with y’all!” she fussed.
“At least they are all doing something! Your family don’t d
o shit but eat and beg!” I said.
“KENJAY!” she said.
“What? Where is my plate? I’m hungry!” I told her as my stomach growled.
“You said you ate!” she replied.
“I can’t get full off of pussy!” I joked then she walked towards me.
“Latavia, you better sit your ass down somewhere! Don’t be running up on me like that!” I smirked then she laughed. She sat on my lap, facing me.
“Did you take your pills today?” I asked her.
“Yes, I did!” she says. The doorbell rang. I got up to get it. I opened it up and it was my nigga, Shaw. I usually don’t invite people to my crib but he was proving himself to me. He was running shit better than any other nigga on my team.
I gave him dap. “Let’s go to the basement and discuss a few things,” I told him as he walked in.
“Damn, this crib is nice! I smell sweet potato pie with pecans in it! My shorty used to make that shit for me!” he said.
“You need to get her ass back, then! I never used to eat country cooking until I hooked up with my girl! A nigga done gained twenty pounds since I been dealing with her!” I told him.
“I’m trying to get her back! She’s fucking with a lame-ass nigga right now!” he said then I shook my head.
“Kill his ass, then!” I told him then he laughed.
“Trust me! That nigga is going to have a closed casket!” he said.
“Grab a plate then before we start talking!” I said walking towards the kitchen as he followed behind me.
“Five more minutes!” Latavia said with her back turned. When she turns around, she had a surprised look on her face.
“This my nigga, Shaw. Can you fix him a plate, too?” I smirked.
“Fuck no! Who do I look like? This is our time!” she snapped rudely.
“Money comes first! And we have all damn night! This shit is important!” I told her.
“You are absolutely right! Shaw, you have a seat okay!” she said.
We walked into the dining room and sat down. “She feisty just like my shorty was! But, when I gave her the dick, she piped down! She was a freak type of bitch, and when we used to fuck, she used to say the nastiest shit!” he said.
“Your shorty and mines must be related!” I said then we laughed.
Latavia
I fixed their plates. “Lord forgive me for what I’m about to do but that’s Satan sitting at my dinner table!” I said to myself.
I coughed up thick mucus then spit it right into Shaw’s greens. I smiled to myself as I took him his plate. I sat the plate down in front of him. I then gave Kenjay his plate then kissed his lips. Kenjay tapped me on my ass. I looked at Shaw, giving him the finger behind Kenjay’s back. This crazy-ass nigga was in my house!
I called Lo-Lo. She answered on the second ring and I could hear Sameer in the background.
“What do you want, Latavia? I’m out at the bar with Sameer!” she said.
“Call me when you leave, it’s important!” I said hanging up. I didn’t want Sameer to be all up in our conversation. I was going to ask him what the hell he was doing with my cousin. Sameer was supposed to be with one of his baby mama’s.
I hadn’t told Britain about Dayquan yet. I’m going to because this was getting out of hand and I needed some good advice. I should just tell Kenjay and get it over with, but I can just imagine how he would react. Kenjay’s phone rang then he excused himself.
I peeked around the corner then walked into the dining room.
“How are those greens?” I asked him.
“I don’t know! I’m not eating shit that you spit in!” he said laughing.
“Why are you in my damn house? What the hell are you up to? I don’t want you!” I whispered.
He chuckled. “Shorty, all of this shit isn’t about you! It’s business, and just like good performance on a job, you ain’t shit to me but a bonus! So, go take your dumb ass back in the kitchen and treat your guest with some respect!” he said. Kenjay walked back into the dining room.
“Just making sure that everything is okay!” I said, but he eyed me suspiciously. I went into the kitchen and he followed me.
“Give me like ten minutes then I’m all yours!” he said kissing my lips then walked back out of the kitchen. Kenjay was up to something! I didn’t know what it was but he would never invite someone to our house that he hadn’t known long.
After they finished talking, Shaw left. Kenjay came back into the kitchen as I cleaned up. He grabbed me around the waist from behind then kissed the back of my neck. He caressed my ass then squeezed my breast.
“I need some pussy!” he said in my ear, kissing it. I dropped the pan then turned around.
He grabbed me by the ass then picked me up, setting me down on the counter top.
He slid my leggings down then ripped my thong off. I took his shirt off, feeling on his solid chest then pulled him to me. He pulls my sweatshirt over my head then took my bra off. I was fully naked.
I unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his pants and they dropped around his ankles. He stepped out of them then pulled his boxer briefs down. Now, we were both naked. He hungrily took my nipple into his mouth then sucked on it with so much pressure, it looked like my titty had gotten smaller.
I wrapped my legs around his waist then he cupped me under my ass.
“Shit, Kenjay!” I moaned as he gently caressed my other breast. My pussy throbbed then small goosebumps covered my body. My breathing sped up and I could no longer take the teasing.
“Grab my dick!” he said, standing up straight with his long pole sticking out with a slight curve. I grabbed him then slowly jerked him off.
I looked down at his thick dick in my hand with the bulging thick veins and my heart beat faster.
“What do you want to do with it? You want me to slide slowly into you or ram that shit in you?” he asked as he slid a finger inside of me. His middle finger swirled around in my love canal as his thumb flickered across my clit in a fast motion.
“I’m about to cum! Ohhhh, shit. Please, ram it in! Make it hurt, daddy!” My lips shivered as he popped my nipple back into his mouth, French kissing it.
“KENJAY!” I screamed, grabbing his forearm. He smacked my hand away. He pulled my ass to the edge of the counter, so I was hanging off. He lubricated himself with my thick nectar then he pushed through my entrance. Once his thick head was in, he thrust it so far into me. Before I could scream, he shoved his tongue down my throat.
He gripped my waist tighter as he pounded into me so powerfully that my head was banging into the cabinets behind me.
“Yes, nigga! Fuck this nasty pussy! Fill that shit up with your thick cum! Fuck me just like that! SHIIITTTTTTTT!” I moaned. He bit his bottom lip and the muscles in his chest started flexing. The veins in his strong forearm started protruding as he fucked me with so much force that I started crying. Tears ran down my face because it hurt like hell but he was hitting my spot.
“What are you crying for? You like this shit rough, don’t you?” he asked pulling out of me then slamming back into me.
He grabbed me around the neck as he pushed further inside, swiping everything off of the counter. He choked me where it was hard for me to breathe, but the combination made my body go slightly limp with pleasure.
He let me go then pulled me down off the counter. I stood up on wobbly legs then he turned me around.
“Arch that fucking back! Yeah, just like that! I want to see the pink inside of that pussy from the back!” he said. I leaned forward, arching my back but I must not have been arching high enough because he pressed my lower back down further with the palm of his hand.
He spread my ass cheeks apart then stuck his finger inside of it. Moments later, he entered another one. He took his other hand then played inside of my pussy so good that I was rotating my hips as if I was riding him.
“Throw that big ass back!” he said smacking my ass. He smacked it again then I jumped.
He enter
ed me again then let out a loud grunt as my walls gripped him so tight, I started cumming then my legs started shaking. He wasn’t even moving inside of me.
He placed both hands on the countertop to keep his balance as he shoved his big dick inside of me. The sounds of my ass slamming against his lower stomach echoed throughout the entire kitchen.
“Talk nasty to me, Kenjay!” I moaned.
“You nasty gutta bitch! Make that pussy leak on this dick!” he said to me.