Living for Love and Dying for Loyalty 2

by Mz. Lady P

  “Who is we?” Markese asked.

  “Me, Aja, Niyah, and Nisa.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

  “Y’all some goons, huh. Right up under our noses. Nisa done turned y’all out. Y’all on some Set It Off shit? We already know Nisa is crazy, but I’m surprised at the rest of y’all,” Hassan said.

  “Are y’all mad at us?”

  “Hell no! We’re not mad. Ya’ll did what the fuck you had to do to protect this family. Instead of taking matters to into your own hands Next time, Inform us first,” Markese said.

  I was so relieved to get everything out in the open. Everybody got up to leave. I was so happy because I needed to talk to Markese. He knew about the DVD all this time. I felt disgusting because he saw what Mont made me do. I started having flashbacks of the ass whooping he put on me. I wonder if he’s been faking sex with me this whole time.

  I was so tired that I lay across my bed and fell asleep. I woke up to Markese lying next to me with his head on my chest. I smiled because it’s been years since we slept like that. Since all this shit has happened Markese has went back to the way we used to be and I love that about him. This feeling is so damn good. I hope it lasts forever.

  Chapter 14 - Rahmeek

  I’m not going to front or lie. I have enjoyed myself with Karima this past month. I totally look at her in a different light. She is going to make some nigga real happy if she continues to change her ways. I love Brooklyn with all my heart. That’s my princess. I’m going back home, but Aja has to be willing to except that my daughter is a part of my life.

  Karima was sitting on the sofa smoking a blunt. I walked in and sat next to her. The fact that I have to tell Karima that I’m going home is not easy at all. My leaving is confirmation of everything she said about me. I’m not breaking her heart intentionally. I just know that I can’t be with her.

  “Look Karima, I need to holla at you real quick.”

  “Let me guess; you’re going back home to your family? I knew you would be leaving sooner or later. All I ask is that you please stay in our daughter’s life. You don’t love me, but I know you love her. She has gotten so attached you.”

  “I would never leave my daughter. We might not be together, but I owe you a lot. I will continue paying your bills and give you five thousand a month for child support. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

  Karima stood up in front me and pulled her maxi dress over her head. She didn’t have on any underwear. Her pussy was shaved and it looked so fucking good to me.

  “Since you’re about to walk out that door, let’s make love once more, for old time’s sake.”

  Karima kissed me on my lips in between her words. I owed her that much, but this time I had to fuck her, not make love to her.

  “Turn around and bend over!” I commanded.

  I pulled down my jogging pants and rammed my dick inside her pussy. She was so damn wet.

  “Aaahhh! Oh shit, Rah! Imma miss this dick.”

  “You love this dick, don’t you?”

  I was fucking Karima with so much force that my entire dick was inside of her. She was trying her best to fuck back, but I was in control of this session.

  “Yes, I love that daddy dick. Ohh shit! I’m about to cum, Rah!”

  “Cum then. That’s right; cum all over this dick.”

  I knew that Karima had come because her legs began to shake and she could barely stand. I had to hold her up So that she wouldn’t fall. I felt my nut building up, but I wanted her to kiss the throne one more time.

  “Finish me off.”

  I smacked her on the ass and she knew what that meant. Karima sat down on the sofa and I stood in front of her. She placed my dick into her mouth and deep throated my shit like a pro. The sound of her slurping on my dick was driving me crazy. I had to hurry up and nut so I could get the fuck out of here before she had me spending the night.

  “Just like that, Karima. I want you catch all my seeds, okay?” She bobbed her head up and down telling me.

  I grabbed her hair roughly and began to fuck her throat. I grunted as I came in her mouth. I watched her swallow all my seeds. Karima stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Quick question. Why have you never chosen me as your woman?”

  I was silent for a minute, mainly because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But she needed to hear the truth.

  “Karima, you’re not wife material. A man doesn’t want a woman that hangs in the trap all day. I need a woman in my life that’s going to hold my home front down. I’ll trap by myself. Just because I asked you to smuggle drugs in the prison for me doesn’t mean you had to. You wanted to be with me so bad that so you said yes to everything. Don’t follow up behind me; let me chase you. I need a bitch with a backbone.

  “I appreciate everything you ever did for me. That shit was real gutta, but I need woman not a gangster bitch. I have to give you props. You’re a wonderful mother and you’re growing up. I’m sorry. I love Aja.”

  Karima had a look of defeat on her face. I’m just glad she didn’t cry. That would have crushed me because I really have seen her growth these past couple of weeks. That shit was just a day late and a dollar short.

  “Goodbye Rahmeek. Leave your keys on the table. Call me before you come over to get your daughter. Thanks for finally keeping it one hundred about the way you really feel. I have no hard feelings towards you.”

  Karima kissed me on the jaw and walked away from me. I stood there for a minute leaving my keys on the table and going home. It was time for me to face the music with Aja.

  The drive home was long. All I could do was think about what I would say when I walked in the crib. I pulled into the driveway and sat there for a minute. I haven’t been here in a month. I entered the kitchen and Aja was sitting at the table feeding Lil Rahmeek.

  “Hey Daddy’s Lil man. I missed you so much.”

  My son reached his hands out and I lifted him off of Aja’s lap. She got up from the table and picked up a large manila envelope off of the counter. She handed it to me without looking at me.

  “What’s this?”

  “Just open it, please.”

  The look on Aja face told me she was on some bullshit. When I opened the envelope, I knew she was serious.

  “Really Aja? Divorce papers?”

  “Hell yeah. You moved out and left me for Karima.”

  “I didn’t leave you for any motherfucking body. I left because you gave my pussy away. Stop acting like the fucking victim all the time. You started this shit and I finished it. As far as getting a divorce, you can get that shit out of your fucking head. It’s death do us apart. So ask yourself; are you ready to die? That’s the only way you’re getting out this marriage.”

  I tore the papers up and threw them in her face. I grabbed my son and took him to his room. I hate to fight in front of him. He was tired because as soon as his head hit the pillow he was out. I forgot I smelled like sex so I jumped in the shower real quick. The last thing I need is for Aja to get a whiff off Karima.

  I came out the bathroom and Aja was sitting up in bed sipping on some Rosé. I came out naked and she just watched me as I walked around.

  “You gon’ look at my dick or you gon’ say what’s on your mind.”

  “I never fucked him, Rah.”

  “If we’re going to have this conversation, keep shit one hundred. If not, don’t bring it up.”

  “I’m telling the truth. All I did was let him eat my pussy.”

  Aja continued to casually sip the champagne like a nigga eating her pussy is not cheating.

  “So you did cheat on me?” I walked towards Aja and I grabbed her face. “Make sure that’s your last fucking time. “

  “Let my damn face go!” Aja threw her drink in my face. “Nigga, did you forget you have a baby on me. Just the other day you put me out of your baby momma’s house. You have treated me like I’m some random chick. I am your wife, not one of your little
groupies. I am the mother of your child. This is our home and when you brought your daughter in here without my fucking permission, you disrespected me. You never asked me how I felt about you having a daughter. You demanded that I accept her and get over it.”

  I wanted to fuck Aja up for throwing that drink in my face, but she was right.

  “I apologize for the way I treated you, but you were mad about a baby I knew nothing about.”

  “I love you, Rahmeek, so I will have to accept Brooklyn. But, I hope your little fling with Karima is over. Let me know now.”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about that.”

  After throwing on a pair of basketball shorts, I climbed into bed and chilled with Aja for the rest of the night. We put a lot of shit out on the table. She told me that she wanted to go back to school and put our son in daycare. I gave in only because I know it means a lot to her. I would be less of a husband to step in the way of my wife’s dreams.

  Chapter 15 - Killa

  Every since I saw that videotape, my mind has been all fucked up. That was some sick shit. Mont was one sick individual. As a husband, I know that shit would be hard as hell to watch. The look on Markese’s face showed anger and embarrassment.

  He was really down and out when Trish was missing. We were out looking for her day and night. Mont was looking too and his grimy ass knew where she was the entire time. I’m so angry because Boogie and I were going out of our way to find out what happened to him and give him a proper burial.

  As far that we knew, he had no family around to put him away. We thought that it was only right we step up to the plate. Now we find out this nigga wasn’t a friend or family. Mont was always smart. I’m not surprised that he was able to have us all under surveillance.

  Lately Nisa has been acting real funny. I used to be able to get pussy every day. She won’t even let me touch her. She is not feeling too well today so I decided to stay in and take care of her. She can’t keep anything down so I cooked her some chicken noodle soup from scratch. Our answering machine alerted me that we had some messages. We never use the house phone so I was curious as to who could have left a message. As soon as the woman started talking, I regretted even listening to the message.

  Mrs. Jenkins, this is Heather, the Abortion Advocate from Planned Parenthood. I was doing a well-being check on you. After your procedure, you forgot your prescription. We are going to send it to the nearest pharmacy in your area.

  I just hung up the phone. Speechless wasn’t even a word to describe the way I was feeling. How could Nisa do this without checking with me first? I didn’t even know she was pregnant. She purposely kept that shit from me. I trust her with my life and my heart. The one bitch I decided to give my heart to breaks it.

  I want nothing more than to be a father. I know that I would be a great father. I shared that information with her. No wonder she doesn’t feel good. I could be out in the street keeping eye on my money, but I’m in the crib taking care of a disloyal bitch.

  Nisa was upstairs sleeping so I went upstairs to wake her up. She is getting the fuck out of this house right now. I yanked her out the bed, feet first.

  Nisa rubbed her head because she hit on the floor when she landed. “What the fuck, Killa? Why are you grabbing me like that?”

  I stood over her while she lay on the floor. “I’m going to ask this once and one time only. If you lie, I’m beating your ass so think wisely before you answer. You had abortion?”

  Nisa just stared at me and wouldn’t respond.

  “So fuck me and my seed!” I started hitting her with a closed fist. I didn’t give a fuck where they landed.

  “Nigga, you done lost your mind!” Nisa tried to attack, but I pinned her down and pulled my gun from waist. I put the gun to her head and she stopped trying to fight back.

  “You killed my baby without even asking me how I felt about it.”

  “I knew you wouldn’t let me.”

  “Bitch, you’re damn right!”

  “You can’t get mad at me because I don’t want a baby right now. I’m still living the street life.”

  I tapped the gun against her temple because she was making me madder. “See, that’s your problem. Stop trying to act like a nigga and act like a woman for a change. Act like a married woman. I give you the world and all I get in return is back talk and a hard fucking time. This isn’t just about you! We are married. There is no I in we, Nisayah. You’re so fucking selfish. I regret the day I married your lying ass.” That caught her attention because I have never seen her cry.

  “So now you regret marrying me, Killa?” The tears were really falling now.

  “Damn right. I don’t want to be with someone who is selfish and only thinks of herself. As a matter of fact, since you’re still in these streets, I expect you to be in Towers every day. You got first shift. From this day forward, it’s strictly business between us. Nothing more. I think it’s best that I move out.”

  I moved all of my personal items out of the house. I left her on the floor crying. For the first time in our relationship, she wasn’t talking shit. I love Nisa with all my heart, but this is the ultimate betrayal to any man’s ego. I have to walk away before I end up in jail for murking her.

  Chapter 16 - Nisa

  I sat on the floor in my bedroom for hours crying my eyes out and calling Killa over and over again. I’ve known him since I was thirteen. I know he meant every word he spoke to me. Killa doesn’t sugar coat anything.

  I remember trying to give him head back in the day, but he made me stop because he said I didn’t know what I was doing. I wanted to be his girl so bad. He just kept telling me I wasn’t ready for a nigga like him. Instead of making me his woman, he made me his protégé.

  He taught me how to cook dope, sell it, and kill a nigga without so much as a thought. Over the years, we became really good friends, but I yearned to be more. Finally, he gave into temptation. We started fucking around, but we weren’t exclusive. At least he wasn’t. Killa had a different bitch every night. I wasn’t his woman so I couldn’t say anything. When he was done playing the field, He chose me as his woman and now his wife.

  My hardcore persona is what kept me from falling apart. Killa never even knew how it hurt me to see him with other bitches. Our relationship can get real violent on both ends. I could have pulled my gun out and let one off at his ass but I didn’t.

  Killa was right. I betrayed him in every sense of the word. I know it’s over between us. Maybe it’s for the better. I’m not the domestic type. I don’t cook, clean, or wash. I hired a staff to do that for me. Killa wants more than I know how to give.

  I called Trish because I wanted her to come over, but Markese wouldn’t let her leave by herself. I stayed in and smoked until I could barely see. The next morning I was ready to get back in the swing of things. It’s been a minute since I have hustled. I really do miss that lobby life. The Towers was my home away from home.

  Killa had not filled me in on any of the latest with our connect. Markese informed me that we would be taking a trip to Mexico for an important meeting. I wasn’t really feeling the idea of traveling, but a bitch did need a vacation. It was only for the weekend, but that would do. I wish the girls could have gone with me, but no wives were allowed on these types of trips.

  ****

  It’s been a week since Killa walked out. It’s been real hard for me. I don’t have any family. Killa and the crew are my family. I have been at The Towers day in and day out. I have yet to see Killa. I already know what it is though. He is laid up with some bitch. I’m going to fall back and let him do him. Trust and believe me, he will be back home sooner or later.

  Markese wanted all of us to meet him for dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steak House. I noticed Killa as soon as he walked in. Damn, he looked good. He had a fresh haircut and his goatee was on point. His green eyes had me in a trance as he walked in my direction. I love the way the light hit his caramel skin. I could see his muscles and abs through his shirt. He loo
ked so sexy in his all black linen suit. The lust in my eyes turned to hatred when he sat down at the table and didn’t say one word to me. I know that he is mad at me but he didn’t have to treat me like I was a stranger in the streets.

  I’m glad I had on my Christian Dior oversized sunglasses. My all black A’GACI pants suit was on point. My A’kira peep toe pumps set my outfit off perfectly. My twenty-inch sew-in was flawless. I’m glad I looked good as hell because I felt bad as hell on the inside. I had to put on that bad bitch facade to hide the hurt. I love my husband so much.

  Killa embarrassed the fuck out of me. I know the crew peeped his behavior. There was nothing I could do or say to change his feelings towards me. I couldn’t wait for this dinner to be over. I also couldn’t wait to go to Mexico. Too bad I would have to be in Killa’s presence during this trip.

  ****

  The plane ride to Mexico was really tense for me. Killa, Markese, Rahmeek, and Boogie seemed to be enjoying themselves. Hassan decided to stay back and handle all the business. Plus, we all think the babies will be here before the weekend is out. Markese must have noticed my somber mood so he tried to cheer me up.

  “What up Lil Sis? You cool?”

  “Not really, but I’ll be okay.”

  Markese turned around in his seat and looked me in my eyes. “Look, I need you to be focused on the business at hand. You have a way of reading people. While we’re in Mexico, I need you to scope out the scene. I want to know what you think about Chico and his associates.

  “You don’t trust him?”

  “There is something about him, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

  “I got you, Big Bro.”

  “I never get in your business, but I have to say this. Killa is really hurt behind what you did. The way he is treating you is his way of coping. Don’t worry, he will come around.”

  I shed a couple of tears and Markese wiped them away.

  “Ain’t no time for tears. I need you to be on point this weekend.”