by Natavia
“Why the fuck does it matter if Sameer is mad? That’s not your man and the nigga is a hoe!” I told her.
“I’m scared of the nigga! Do you know that? What am I going to do, Latavia?” she asked sobbing into the phone really hard.
“I don’t know what to tell you! But you better woman up and deal with it! You will not cry over spilled milk! But at least if it’s by Sameer, the baby will be pretty!” I said laughing.
“Fuck you, hoe! I’m not making you a chocolate cheesecake!” she said hanging up on me. Now, I was about to cry. Lo-Lo knows that I don’t play about my chocolate cheesecake! I do feel sorry for Sameer in a way. His son belonged to Jameer and now Lo-Lo’s baby might belong to another man.
Kenjay shot me a text telling me to meet him down at the beach. I kissed Britain’s cheek then went into the kitchen to hug Shia goodbye.
“Call me when you get home!” Britain told me as I left her house.
An hour later, I pulled up to the beach. I parked next to Kenjay’s BMW.
I got out then walked down the wooden steps. It was spring, so there was a slight breeze. Kenjay was sitting down in the sand with his fitted cap pulled low over his eyes. I walked to him then he grabbed my hand helping me down.
“Why are you out here?” I asked.
“My mother used to bring me here when I was a little nigga. We used to sit and watch the sun set. My family used to come out here every Saturday. It would be all of my aunts and cousins. Sameer used to always jump in the water just to see if he would get stung by a jellyfish. That nigga’s crazy!” he said laughing.
“Sameer is a little off, that’s why!” I said. He then kissed my hand.
“Are you really going to ride with me, Latavia?” he asked me.
“Of course! You know I love your fly ass!” I said then he smirked.
“I love your thick ass, too! Do you love me enough to spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked staring deeply into my eyes.
“Yes, I do! Jace isn’t here but we still share a child. We had a love child together that came from you and me, and now, we are about to have another one. We been through so much together in a short period of time. I’m still here and I’m not going anywhere!” I told him, wiping my eyes. I swear pregnancy be making a bitch emotional!
He took my left hand then kissed it. He placed a different ring from the first one he showed me on my ring finger.
“Are you going to be my wife?” he asked, staring at me with so much emotion I had to turn my head. He turned my head back facing him. He wiped my eyes. “Latavia, are you going to marry me?” he asked me.
“YES!” I choked up then he pulled me into him.
“You got me out here crying my eyes out!” I said wiping my eyes.
“That’s because I’m that nigga!” he said then eyed my breasts, licking his lips.
“No you won’t be getting none of this!” I said.
“Why not? I’m hungry! Come on slide those pants down and your panties! Spread your legs for your man! Let me just suck on it! I’m thirsty out here!” he said licking his sexy lips. My clit jumped. Kenjay was a slick talker but he would not have my ass naked in the sand today!
“Let’s go home!” I told him.
“Naw, we’re about to go on a mini vacation. Shit is about to get real and I need to have a clear mind before I act on it! Your bag is my trunk!” he told me.
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Girl, stop being nosey, damn! It’s a surprise!” he said, helping me up. I looked at the rock on my finger holding it up and the big diamond sitting up on the platinum diamond band sparkled.
“This is beautiful!” I told him.
“Yeah, it cost me almost my whole life!” he joked.
“Give me a kiss, Kenjay!” I asked, standing on my tippy toes.
He playfully mushed me. “Hell no! You know I don’t like that shit!” he chuckled.
“Boy, get your fine ass over here and kiss me!” I said. He bent down, lifting me up by ass, kissing me then he started sucking on my lips. His dick pressed against me as he groaned.
“That’s enough, damn!” I said, pulling his hands off of me.
“Did I change your mind?” he asked.
“No, you didn’t! You are not slick!” I told him.
Britain
“Come on, Ma! Stop clowning!” I said as I watched her do the Rich Homie Quan dance in her living room.
“Girl, hush! Mama still got it! Stop hating! You are just mad because your water didn’t break yet!” she said, doing another move that made it look like she was having a seizure. She then stuck her tongue out while popping her booty.
“That’s just nasty!” I told her.
“Stop hating, Brownie!” she said to me.
“Why are you listening to Rich Homie Quan anyway?” I asked.
“I’m not old, Brownie! I can still get down on it!” she said.
There was a knock on the door. I wobbled to answer it. I hoped it was O’Shea and Shia back with my soul food from Kenjay’s restaurant.
I opened the door and it was a heavyset guy that resembled my father.
“Can I help you?” I asked and he smiled at me. His smile creeped me out.
“Yes, I’m looking for Britain!” he said to me.
“I am she! Who the fuck are you?” I asked. He barged in and my back hit the wall.
“I’m your brother Fitz! But I didn’t come here to catch up with you! Where is your bitch-ass boyfriend? He butted his nose into some shit that had nothing to do with him! And because of that, we lost a very valuable friend!” he said to me.
“Get your nasty ass out of here!” my mama screamed at him.
“You must be the bitch that tried keeping my father away from me! You didn’t tell Britain she had an older brother?” he asked my mama.
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked.
“This is the son your father had when he cheated on me! I found out about him the night of the car accident and that argument was the cause of our crash!” my mama said to me.
A pain shot through my lower back and a warm liquid gushed from between my legs. I sat down on the couch. “She needs help!” my mother said, running to me.
He pulled a gun out. “I don’t give a damn what she needs! I’m going to wait here until that bitch nigga of hers gets here, so I can blast his bitch ass! He cost us a lot of damn money!” he said. My mother picked up one of her statues then hit him upside the head with it.
He dropped the gun then she scrambled to get it. He took his meaty fist then punched her in the face. Her slim body crashed through the glass table. I got up pushing him with the little strength that I had. I tried to dig my nails into his face. He gavw me a painful punch to the chest.
“Stay your ass down!” he said to me as I fell onto the couch. My father came through the door.
“Daddy help us!” I cried then he smiled. I noticed the expensive clothes he had on. He wasn’t wearing a helmet and his posture was straight.
“I’m going into labor!” I told him. He smirked at me.
“Sit your ass down, Britain!” he said with a deep, stern voice.
“What’s going on? Why are you acting normal?” I asked, clutching my stomach.
He laughed. “Baby girl, sometimes we have to fake it to make it!” he said then winked at my mother.
“You lying piece of shit! How could you do this to us!” my mother screamed at him.
“Money talks, sweet lady! Don’t pretend like you didn’t know my paper comes first! Family comes later! Now, I’m going to sit here and wait for O’Shea’s bitch ass to come back! He has been following me and he knows too much! Because of him, my plans were interrupted! I don’t like interruptions! Now, come over here and give your man a kiss!” he said blowing my mother a kiss.
“Please, get me some help! I can feel him trying to come out!” I screamed.
“Suck it up, baby, and charge it to the game!” he said. Fitz smiled at m
e. I hoped O’Shea didn’t come here with Shia! I prayed that God protects them!
Kenjay
After Corey killed Javier, Lenny and his son disappeared but I could feel a war coming on! Latavia and I were just getting back from Aruba. I went out of town to get my mind straight and to spend some time with Latavia. I knew once I got back to Annapolis shit was really going to happen. O’Shea didn’t tell Britain what was going on and that was a good thing because what I was about to do they wouldn’t be ready for. I was going to kill her pops and brother and I didn’t want her to know I was behind it.
I knocked on a door in my mailman outfit. The nigga Fitz’s mama opened the door, smiling.
“Yes, ma’am, I have a package I need you to sign for,” I said then she smiled, reaching for it. I looked around to see if the neighbors or anyone else were walking down the street. The coast was clear.
I pushed her into the house then locked the door.
“Who’s in here?” I asked her.
“My son’s girlfriend and my other son!” she said.
“Walk into the living room!” I said to her because I heard laughter coming from down the hall. I pointed the gun to her head.
She walked into the living room and I followed behind her with my gun in place.
Her son and Fitz’s girlfriend jumped up when they saw me. “If y’all move, I will shoot her ass!” I said with my gun pointed at Fitz’s mother’s head.
“Nigga, what the fuck are you doing here?” Fitz’s brother asked.
“Taking over! Now, call your bitch ass brother and tell him he has a visitor with his gay ass! You do know that the nigga sitting next to you on the couch is a man right? Ol’ Kenneth McCray aka Kimmy! I went to school with you! That’s a shame because, nigga, you was nice on the court!” I said laughing then tears fell down his face.
“WHAT?” Fitz’s brother said, looking at Kenneth.
“Nigga, fuck all that! Call Fitz!” I said then he got his phone out as his hands trembled. He called Fitz and he answered on speakerphone. I could hear yelling and crying in the background.
“What do you want and make it quick! I’m busy!” he said.
“It’s some nigga here for you! I think it’s the nigga, Kenjay!” he said.
“WHAT?” Fitz shouted into the phone.
“What’s good, nigga?” I asked him and his breathing picked up.
“What do you want? You better not touch my family!” he said into the phone.
“What I want is to take over! And I also want you to hear this!” I said shooting his brother in the head then Kenneth. They both slumped over.
His mother screamed then I shot her in the back of the head as Fitz yelled into the phone. I picked his brother’s bloody phone up. “You are next, nigga! I run this shit! Now, come over here and clean your mama’s brain off of the wall! Oh, and your boyfriend’s head is in your brother’s lap! The nigga is dead and he is still getting sloppy toppy!” I said laughing.
I heard Britain’s voice in the background. Fitz was babbling into the phone but I couldn’t hear him. I just heard her voice crying for help. I ran out of the house with his brother’s cellphone. Fitz was still talking shit but I was more concerned about Britain. I put him on mute as I called O’Shea. I hoped I could make it in time.
O’Shea’s phone rang then he answered. “Nigga, you have to get to Britain!” I said.
“I am! I’m ready to walk into Geraldine’s house now!” he said.
“WAIT!” was all I could get out before I heard gunshots and screaming. I ran through a red light and a UPS truck crashed into my car. The side of my head hit the window then I blacked out…
To Be Continued…
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