Don't Come Looking for Love 2: Kenjay's Takeover

by Natavia

  “Y’all niggas got some shit with y’all!” O’Shea said laughing.

  “So, where the fuck can I find Javier? He got his crazy-ass mama thinking something happened to him!” I told O’Shea. He slid me a camping ground map.

  “He’s hiding out in a trailer in the woods around a camping site! I followed him after he met up with Lenny the other day!” he said.

  “You are a slick nigga!” I told him, giving him dap.

  I walked through the woods, following the trail O’Shea had circled on the map. I came across an old fashioned, long trailer with the lights on. The woods were very quiet. I could slightly hear his Spanish music playing. “Dumb-ass nigga!” I said loudly.

  “Hell yeah, he’s a dumb nigga!” a voice said.

  I pulled out my gun. “Who’s there?” I asked then they chuckled. The figure jumped down from a small tree and it was the nigga, Corey.

  “Fuck are you hiding up in trees for?” I asked him.

  “I’m hunting, nigga! What your pretty-boy ass doing in the woods? You’re not camping with the girl scouts, are you?” he asked with his diamond grill glistening in the dark.

  “Real funny, nigga! This has nothing to do with you, so take your ass home! It’s past your curfew!” I told him. This nigga looked young!

  “Nigga, shut the hell up! You are lucky that you are my step-brother! I was paid to take this nigga out, so that’s what I’m going to do!” he said.

  “How did you find Javier?” I asked Corey.

  “I have my ways!” he answered.

  The door to the trailer opened, so I ducked down, cocking my gun. “Nigga, these woods are by a camping ground! If you use a gun, motherfuckers will hear you!” he told me.

  “I got a silencer!” I replied. He pulled out a machete type of knife with ridges going down the blade.

  “Nothing hurts more than this!” he said smirking.

  “You are a crazy motherfucker!” I laughed.

  Javier came out of the trailer with a bucket. He pulled his pants down then sat on the bucket.

  Corey laughed. “We are about to have some fun!” he said standing up. I pulled out my long combat knife. “Chinese motherfuckers like knives!” he said chuckling.

  “Well, look at what we have here! What’s up, pops?” I asked as he took a shit in the bucket.

  “Whattttttt are you doing here?” he stuttered.

  “I’ve come to collect!” I said.

  “Collect what?” he asked.

  “Your life! You know you fucked up, right? You shot at me while I was at my mama’s house! That car looks real familiar!” I said, looking at the white Corolla parked next to the trailer.

  “I can explain!” he said.

  “Fuck all of that! Nigga, what the fuck did you eat? I knew y’all foreign motherfuckers ate people! You smell like a dead person! I know your asshole burns! I’m about to be sick!” Corey said, holding his stomach then he threw up.

  “Nigga, seriously?” I asked him.

  “My wife is pregnant and a nigga stomach be weak! Yo, this nigga smells foul! No wonder he out here shitting in a bucket! I’m definitely cutting his head off for this one!” Corey said.

  “Get your ass up!” I told him. Javier hurriedly stood up. Corey threw up again.

  “This nigga has light green shit running down his leg! Why the fuck didn’t you let him finish, so he can wipe his ass?” Corey asked.

  “Nigga, would you chill out!” I said laughing when I didn’t want to.

  “This shit isn’t funny! We need to hurry up and kill the nigga, so I can go! Chinese people are used to smelling foul shit! Y’all eat cats and dogs! I knew that chicken at your restaurant didn’t look like chicken! Be honest, y’all be frying rats, don’t y’all?” Corey asked me.

  “Nigga, I don’t have Chinese in me! It’s Vietnamese! Get that shit right because you just insulted me! Do that shit again and watch what happens!” I told him. He laughed, waving me off.

  “Pull your pants up, nigga!” Corey told Javier. He pulled his pants up as I dragged him into the trailer.

  “Have a seat!” I told Javier, pushing him into the chair. I caught a whiff. “Nigga, you do smell foul!” I said to him.

  “Put both of your hands on the table, so I can make sure you don’t try no funny shit!” I told him then he did it.

  “It was Lenny! I had nothing to do with this, I swear!” he cried.

  Corey brought his machete down, chopping Javier’s left hand clean off. He yelled out then I punched him in the throat as hard as I could to silence him.

  Corey grabbed his other hand then held it down on the table. He hacked it off like he was butchering meat. He put both hands in a zip-lock bag.

  “You got to be a looney motherfucker to do some shit like that!” I told him.

  He lit up a blunt. “You know how many niggas stomach turned after hearing the bone crush as I chopped through it? Not once did you flinch! Something tells me you enjoyed it! ” he said. I shook my head.

  I tied Javier around the chair with the rope Corey gave me. Javier was in and out of consciousness.

  I went into his pocket to grab his cellphone. I put his phone into my pocket.

  “Help me, Kenjay!” Javier whispered.

  “Nigga, you were trying to kill me! I’m not your son but I’m still your nephew! Family means a lot, but when you go against the grain, you got to take that dirt nap, ya feel me? I thought you was that nigga but you ain’t shit but another nigga’s puppet!” I told him.

  “Money talks!” he said nodding off. I punched him in the nose and you could hear the bone crush. Tears welled up in his eyes.

  “Ay, ask your uncle if he wants to hit this,” Corey said, holding the blunt out.

  “Ay, Javier, you want to hit this?” I asked him, holding up the blunt. He started crying like a little bitch.

  “Y’all are crazy! I’m sitting here bleeding to death! My hands are gone!” he said getting mad, thrashing around in his chair making it fall over.

  “What’s Lenny’s next move?” I asked him.

  “I’m not telling you! Kill me already!” he said. I kicked him in the head.

  “What the fuck is it?” I asked him then he started laughing.

  Corey stood up then pressed his Tim down on Javier’s head.

  He grabbed his machete off of the table then chopped threw his neck, severing his head from his body. Blood squirted everywhere and my heart beat sped up. I started sweating then I got light-headed. Now, this shit just made my stomach turn.

  “Nigga, you all right?” he asked with the blunt hanging out of his mouth. He put Javier’s head in his backpack.

  “You need to know your tradition! When a Cuban wants a nigga dead, they want you to bring their enemy’s head to them!” he said to me. I had seen videos of people getting their heads chopped off on the internet. I knew it happened in those foreign countries, but this shit right here almost made me pass out! This lil’ nigga had serious mental issues!

  “I don’t want shit to do with that! I’m my own nigga!” I told him.

  “It doesn’t matter if you want it or not! Once Leodonis makes you in charge, there isn’t shit you can do! You got Cuban blood in you, nigga! It’s in your genes!” he said.

  “What are you going to with his hands?” I asked him.

  “Send them to his mama!” he said, walking out of the trailer. I followed him out.

  “Family dinner is next Sunday! Be there! It would mean a lot to Leodonis! I don’t fuck with people like that, especially a nigga that is fucking my mama but he’s a good dude! You need to know about your blood ties!” he said then disappeared back into the woods. I needed a drink and some Xanax. What I just witnessed was enough to have me fucked up for a few days. But that little crazy nigga was going to have to tell me where he got that machete from.

  I pulled up in the parking lot and I noticed that Shine and Siah were sitting outside of the building in their cars. I waved them off so they could leave. I put my
key in the door and Latavia was on the couch watching TV.

  “What happened to you leaving me?” she asked, smiling.

  “Shorty, you know I can’t stay away too long! A nigga would lose weight, and besides, pregnant pussy is the best! Now, get up and show your nigga some love!” I said with my arms out. She walked to me in her booty shorts and tank top. Her thick caramel legs had a shine to it. She smelled like cocoa butter oil.

  She reached up, standing on her tippy toes hugging me then she kissed my lips. I squeezed her ass then licked her lips. She swatted me away.

  “You are not getting none of this! I need to start doing what Britain be doing to O’Shea when he gets on her nerves. She be holding out on him!” she said.

  “Oh, hell nawl! You are not giving me blue balls! Did Jameer touch on you?” I asked her.

  “No! What the hell is your problem?” she asked me, turning around with her shorts going up in her big round ass.

  I walked behind her then pulled her shorts to the side, slipping my finger into her slit. She gasped smacking my hands away then I smirked at her.

  “Stop it, Kenjay! Why are you so damn nasty?” she asked me.

  “Because that’s my pussy and I can do that!” I smirked.

  “What’s going on? I need to know because you like keeping secrets!” she said.

  “My uncle is dead and there is one more that needs to be taken out!” I told her, going into the fridge.

  She gasped. “Did you kill him?” she asked.

  “Nope, someone else beat me to it! But you’re fine, so don’t start worrying me about this shit! I’m going to make myself clear again. In two years, I will stop hustling! I’m not forcing you to stay. You have a choice of riding with me or leaving me. I will keep my other life away from you and our seed. That’s all I can give you at the moment!” I told her.

  “As long I got you,” she said.

  “Can I get some now?” I asked her.

  “No! You been sleeping at your mother’s house for a week! I’m mad about that!” she pouted.

  “Shorty, I was still checking up on you! I just wasn’t sleeping next to you! But you said you was going to kill my seed! I was ready to elbow you right in the mouth for that dramatic shit. When it gets like that between us, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you! It just means I need to stay away from you before I put my hands on you. When I slapped you those two times, it bothered me and it still does. I just be needing some space because your decisions be ready to have me strangling your ass!” I told her, smirking.

  “Don’t smirk at me! You want to slide into my pussy, Kenjay? You want my pink walls to wrap around your dick? You want that big, mushroom-sized head of yours to press against my g-spot, making me come on it? You want me to gush on that dick?” she said all nasty like, putting my hands down her shorts. She was warm and wet. My dick hardened and pre-cum drizzled out of it.

  “UMMMMM, that’s it baby! You feel mommy’s pussy coming on those fingers?” she asked, licking her lips and squeezing her nice firm breast with her other hand.

  “Damn, you are wet! Can I taste it?” I asked. This was the freakiest woman I had ever dealt with.

  She smeared her wetness across my lips then I licked my lips.

  “How does your pussy taste, baby?” she asked me.

  “Good! Now, come on let me hit it! I’m ready to bust!” I told her, getting mad.

  She smiled. “Nope! I let you taste it! That should hold you over! Good night, baby daddy!” she said walking into the bedroom then I heard the door lock.

  “You crazy motherfucker! Are you going to leave my dick like this when your pussy scent is on my lips? Latavia, open this damn door!” I said banging on it.

  “Goodnight, Kenjay!” she shouted out, laughing. I had some words for Britain’s evil ass!

  “Don’t say shit if I rape you! My dick out here strong! That’s not even me banging on the door!” I told her, getting mad. I could hear her laughing.

  “Baby, please! I’m sorry! Next time I get mad, I won’t stay away! I will just smack your retarded ass!” I told her. She fell out laughing even harder.

  “I need to get some clean underwear for after I take my shower!” I told her.

  “You sleep naked! And you are sleeping in the spare bedroom! Use the hall bathroom to take your shower! You are not slick!” she said.

  “You little bi—” I was ready to say but I caught myself.

  I went into the hall bathroom to shower. After I got out, I dried off, going into the spare bedroom. My dick was still hard. I pulled the covers back, getting into the bed, I picked up my phone.

  “What, Kenjay? I have to wake up early tomorrow! I need to take my daddy to his follow-up doctor visit!” She yawned into the phone.

  “Can we have phone sex then? I need to beat my meat off before I go to sleep!” I told her.

  “No! That’s cheating!” she said.

  “Remember that time we fucked in the fitting room when I took you shopping? I had that pussy creaming on my dick and you was begging for it! I had those two thick-ass cheeks spread apart and I slipped my middle finger in that ass! Remember that shit, shorty?” I asked her then she slightly moaned.

  “I pulled out then kissed that pretty fat pussy!” I said then I heard the door unlock. I smiled hanging up and Latavia was standing in the doorway with lust written all over her face.

  “Bring that sexy ass here! Fuck is wrong with you?” I asked her as my dick stood straight up. I was about to tear that shit up! Like Kevin Hart says, “You gone learn today!”

  Latavia

  “I will be happy when I go into labor! This boy is hurting my back!” Britain said.

  “Girl, you only have a few weeks left if that! How are things with you and O’Shea?” I asked her.

  “Pretty good! He hasn’t been distant lately! I feel bad for pushing the wedding back because I thought he was cheating on me. You were right, I was just overreacting!” she said.

  Shia came into the family room bringing Britain some ice cream. She was just a sweet little girl.

  She left then came back with Tookie.

  “Not today, Lord, please not today!” I said as Shia sat next to her mother with Tookie on her shoulder. Tookie looked at me with those beady eyes.

  “Britain, I’m warning you! If that bird hops off of Shia’s shoulder and attacks me, I’m breaking her neck. My man’s ankles look a mess!” I told her.

  “That’s because Kenjay knocked her off my shoulder! Tookie doesn’t like to be touched!” Britain said laughing.

  “Ma, can I dye my hair red like Latavia’s?” Shia asked her mother.

  “Honey, you are too young for that!” she said to her.

  “Charlie Baltimore, Charlie Baltimore!” Tookie squawked.

  “How does Tookie know her? She hasn’t rapped in years!” I said to Britain.

  “Girl, when I was younger, I was big on her! I used to blast her music and all I did was wear red Halloween wigs around the house, pretending to be her. Tookie forgets nothing!” Britain said.

  “Crackhead steals!” Tookie said.

  “My mama stole the wig for me to go with my costume. My grandmother wouldn’t let my mama live it down. She got on my mother every day for sealing that wig. Tookie is just nosey as hell!” Britain said laughing like it was cute.

  “The bird is calling your mama a crackhead and your man a bitch nigga! You don’t think there is something wrong with that? That bird is evil, Britain! I’m not bringing my baby around her!” I said. Britain waved me off.

  “She is like a child!” Britain replied then Tookie made fake baby noises.

  “Crazy heifer! Crazy heifer!” she said. I know she got that from Geraldine.

  “When do we find out how far along you are?” Britain asked.

  “Tomorrow! I cannot wait, girl! Kenjay is happy that I didn’t go through with that appointment! That was so damn childish of me to even schedule it knowing that it would hurt him. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself
!” I told her.

  “So, when are you getting the ring?” Britain asked.

  “When he is ready. I think with all of the current events, he is holding off,” I replied.

  My phone rang. “What Lo-Lo?” I answered and she cried into the phone.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked her.

  “I’m pregnant! Damn you for this bullshit! You did this shit to me with all of your baby blues!” she cried.

  “Calm down, Lo-Lo!” I told her.

  “I don’t know who my baby daddy is! It’s between Sameer and Ron! Ron is dead and Sameer is crazy as hell! Can you imagine what he would do to me if he finds out I was screwing another nigga unprotected?” she cried. Britain told Shia to go and feed Tookie.