by KC Mills
“Didn't you just tell Siah you were leaving, Jock?”
I pushed him away and tried to step around him, but he grabbed my waist and tugged my body until it was against his again.
“Why you stressing my moves, Kizzie? That nigga can wait, and he will. So don't play me like that.”
“Jock, gone. I have to get dressed so that I can meet Red. I’m already late.”
He laughed arrogantly. “Yeah, aight, go meet your fuck boy and try to keep a straight face while you still feeling the effects of my dick inside you.” Jock kissed me on the forehead and then walked out the closet.
I inhaled and grabbed a pair of jeans and a button up polo shirt. When I entered my room again, Jock had his back to me at my dresser putting his watch on. When he was done, he filled his pockets with his keys and phone before he lifted a thick fold of money and turned to face me.
“You good, baby girl? You need anything?”
“I don't need your money, Jock.”
“Kill the fucking attitude, Kiz. I know you do your thing and don't need shit from me, but I’m still gon’ offer and make sure you’re good. Now does your stubborn ass need anything?”
“I’m good, Jock, but thank you.”
I smiled at his hard ass always trying to check me, but then do soft ass shit when it came to looking out for me. We had a brief stare down before he pulled off a few bills, shoved them in his pocket, and then placed the rest on my dresser. He pressed his index finger on it briefly and then pointed at me.
“You keep a nigga’s pressure high as fuck, yo.” Jock walked to me but didn't pass by until he delivered one last kiss. “I'll hit you later. Tell your fuck boy I said what's up.”
I didn't even dignify his statement with a reply as he left my room. I finished dressing and then hit Red with a text to let him know I was on my way. I was meeting him for breakfast since he had been out of town for a few days to handle some business, which was part of the reason why I had been kicking it with Jock so strong. But I missed Red, and couldn't wait to see him. I knew it was foul, but all in all, I was torn between the two.
I pulled up at the restaurant and parked next to my baby’s whip. After checking myself in my mirror, I grabbed my purse and hopped out, excited to see my man. The second I entered I saw him in the booth looking like a muthafucking vanilla dream, and I couldn't hide my smile. Red was such a cutie. Red was my little light bright with vanilla skin and light brown eyes. He had sandy brown hair, which he wore in locks that hung around his shoulders, but right now they were loose and held in place with the polo hat he wore on his head.
When he looked up and saw me, he got on his feet and waiting for me with his arms open. I fell into him and he closed his arms around me. Damn, he smelled good, and it felt like heaven being in his arms again. I didn’t understand how I could be so gone over two men. Red and Jock were nothing alike, but I was in deep with both of them, and I hated it.
“Damn, Kiz, I missed your pretty ass. You look good, baby girl,” Red said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and then kissed it.
“Thank you, baby. I missed you more, though.”
After Red let me go, I slid into the booth and he did the same across from me. His eyes stayed on mine while his face turned into a slight grin.
“So you missed me, huh? Then why weren't you in my bed when I got in last night, Kiz?”
I felt my heart sink, even though I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. I couldn’t help but think about what I was doing last night. Hell, and this morning.
“You know I had an event last night. It was late when I left, so I just went home and crashed.”
“I feel you, baby girl, but you with me tonight, right?” Red reached across the table and covered my hand with his, letting his thumb move across my skin.
I felt my stomach flutter just from the way he touched me, and how those pretty eyes of his stared at me.
“Of course. I need to welcome my man home the right way,” I said with a grin, and felt my kitty pulse a little.
“That’s what's up, Kiz. I got something for you too.”
“Something like what, Red?” My face lit up.
Red was always copping something for me. Jewelry, purses, clothes, he made sure to keep me laced. I loved that, but with or without it, he was still my boo. I just loved everything about him.
“You’ll see later, shorty.” He winked at me just as the waitress walked up.
“Hey, Red, are you ready to order?” The crusty looking hoe made sure her eyes were on me when she said his name.
I wasn't really fazed by it because everybody knew who Red was, but that didn't mean they knew him. One thing I was sure of was that he wasn't creeping with her dusty, bean pole ass. Not when he had all this fine thickness over here. Red liked his women thick enough to grab onto, ’cause he delivered long powerful strokes and he’d break her little ass.
Just like I thought, he ignored her and looked at me. “You know what you want, bae?”
“You can order for me,” I said, and looked right at the disrespectful hoe who was undressing my man with her eyes.
He chuckled, knowing I was being petty, but took over.
“I’ll take two stacks, bacon and OJ, no eggs, make sure they don't put eggs on my damn plate. Bring her chocolate chip waffles, OJ, and a latte.”
I smiled as my man rattled off my order like a pro. He knew me and I loved that. Jock could never do that shit. He probably would have looked at me with some, ‘I don't know what the fuck you eat’ sort of vibe.
This was the type of shit that had me pulling my hair out. Between Jock and Red, I just didn't know what the hell I wanted. I needed to get my shit together and fast.
*****
“Nonie, where you at, mama?”
I made my way through the door of our little office building looking for my girl. Her car was out front, so I knew she was in there, but it was quiet as hell.
“I’m back here, boo,” she yelled from the bathroom.
I kept moving until I found her in the mirror raking her fingers through her freshly pressed hair. My girl was nothing to play with and she knew it, but she had the sweetest personality and was humble as fuck.
Nonie had a natural beauty about her, and trust me when I say, niggas were constantly in her face. She had flawless Hershey skin, diamond shaped dark brown eyes, and eyelashes that bitches paid good money for. She kept her hair natural, but when it was pressed, like today, it stretched down to the center of her back. She had survived her whole life without a perm, so her hair was on point. I hated her for that, because the only way I was rocking with that was with a sew in. But I was cool with it because I was still killing it regardless. Me and my girl were both sharks in a sea of minnows.
“What’s up, baby? You sexy today,” I said, checking out her navy baby doll dress, which was really cute and extra short.
“Thanks, babes. You're cute too,” she said, eyeing me from the mirror she was standing in front of.
“You know how we do, but come on. We need to talk.”
“Oh lord, do I need a drink for this?” Nonie flashed me a grin before she turned and pushed past me, catching my wrist to pull me with her.
Once we made it to her little office, which was right next to mine, she sat down on the love seat and yanked my body next to hers.
“I'm in love with two men, Nonie, and I don't know what to do,” I rushed out, ending with a sigh.
“Girl bye, you don't love Jock, you just love the way he dicks your cheating ass down.”
Nonie rolled her eyes at me before she leaned into my shoulder.
“I mean the dick game is on point for both of them, but I don't know if that's it. Some days I hate Jock’s hoe ass because I want him all to myself, and I know that will never happen. Then there are days when I all I want is Red. What the hell is wrong with me?” I fell back against the sofa and covered my face with my hands.
“You’re dealing with two men who both get under your
skin in one way or another, that’s what's wrong with you. But trust me, love, you better figure it out because Jock knows about Red, but Red don't know about Jock. If he ever finds out, I don't think he’ll be as cool as Jock is with the fact that you’re laying up under both of them.”
“I know,” I whined. Red would be so hurt. I knew for a fact that he would walk away and never look back, but not before trying to take Jock’s life.
As if she were reading my mind, Nonie said what I was thinking. “And you need to consider the fact that neither one of them are playing with a full deck. If they ever had to face off, I swear to God I wouldn't be anywhere near that shit.”
“I know you’re not talking. Siah is just as looney, boo. How many times has he showed up and showed out on you, and he’s not even your man, Nonie?”
“Exactly, but key phrase. He is not my man. Red is most definitely yours, and you’re fucking Jock, so he has the right to act crazy. Siah don't, he’s just confused as hell,” Nonie said and rolled her eyes.
“Nah boo, he’s not confused about shit. That’s your man, you might not be claiming him, but he’s damn sure claiming you.”
“This isn't about me and Siah, though. This is about the threesome you’re having with Jock and Red. You better figure it out, and you better do it fast or that threesome is going to turn into one, and one is the loneliest number, Kiz.”
I let my head fall back and closed my eyes. “I know, and I will. I just need time.”
Nonie laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. “I’m worried that you’re running out of that, Kiz.”
She was right. I needed to get my act together before I lost both of them. But for now, I had to just press pause on the situation because I had no clue what I wanted. Red was everything. He was sweet, took care of me, loved me like no other, and lord knows he handled my body like a pro.
Then there was Jock, he didn't always say or do the right things, and I swear I couldn't trust him any further than I could see him, but he was always looking out and he made me feel safe when I was with him. There wasn't anything that he wouldn't do for me. Like Red, his sex game was through the roof. Red was safe and Jock was dangerous. I needed both in my life, so how the hell was I supposed to choose?
Yosiah
My eyes damn near rolled back in my head when I felt my dick hit the back of Zena’s throat. She couldn't fuck worth shit, but she could suck a mean dick, and that was exactly what I needed right now. I was stressed as hell and had business to handle, so I couldn't get high like I wanted to. Nonie was handling her business, so I couldn't run by and see her. This was the next best thing.
The second I felt my nut rising, I grabbed a hand full of her hair and held her ass in place. She still managed to pull away, so I nutted on her cheek, which pissed me off. She was forever doing that shit.
“Fuck, Zena, why you didn't just do that shit like you know I like it? The fuck you thinking, ma?”
“You know I don’t like that, Siah.” She smiled and got up with a got damn attitude.
“Man, take your ass on. I knew I shouldn't have fucked with you.”
“So you not gon’ take care of me. Really, Yosiah?”
I leaned down, grabbed her shirt off the floor and wrapped it around my dick. She looked at me like I was crazy for using her shirt, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d hit her off with a few bills to pay for that cheap ass shit.
“Siah, I know you hear me.”
I shoved my man back into my boxers and then adjusted my sweat pants before standing. “I hear you, but you know better than that. I don't know who you’ve been fucking, so I ain't putting my head between your legs, Zena.
“Really, Siah? I’ve only been fucking you, and you know it.”
“Nah, ma, I don't know shit but what you tell me, and you could be telling me anything. Either way, you ain't my damn girl, so I ain't fucking with you like that.”
“I don't even know why I fuck with you. You’re such a got damn asshole.” She snatched her shirt off my chair where I had placed it and examined it before putting it on. “How am I supposed to go out looking like this?” She held her shirt out, displaying the wet spot from my boys.
“Man, here.” I reached in my pocket and found my knot. I peeled off a hundred and held it out for her, but she stood there looking crazy. “Man, you better take this shit before I put it back in my pocket.”
She rolled her eyes and snatched it out of my hand. “You know what? Next time you want your little dick sucked, don't call me.”
I chuckled. “Bitch, your mouth is all stretched out of shape right now ’cause you could barely handle this, so we both know ain't shit little about it.” I grabbed my dick and held it, causing her to suck her teeth.
She knew better. She was just mad because I wouldn't return the favor, but that wasn't new. At this point, the only kitty I was kissing was Nonie’s, and only when I knew she wasn't fucking with Royce. That shit was a dead for me.
“What the fuck you do to Zena?” Jock walked in my office looking around like he was trying to play private investigator and figure out what had just gone down.
“Fuck that hoe. It's not important. What’s good, though? We got everything set up?”
“Yeah, we’re good on that, but we need to figure some shit out. We’re moving more product than our boys can handle in some of the smaller areas, and I’m concerned about it, bruh.”
“Concerned how?”
“Traffic is heavy as fuck. That creates problems. They can't handle that type of traffic. We need to move some shit around, or it’s going to be a problem.” Jock was now sitting in one for the leather chairs, rolling up a blunt as he spoke, so his eyes weren't on me.
I exhaled and looked around my office as I leaned back in my oversized chair. It was shit like this that had me stressed. Making money wasn't always the end to all problems. In fact, it more often than not created problems.
“Aight, well you make whatever moves you feel are necessary. Just keep me posted.”
This time, Jock made eye contact. He had blazed he blunt he was holding and had it between his fingers, peering at me. “You know I got you, Siah, but I’ll let you know before I do anything major. They swear I be doing shit just to be fucking with their simple asses. If they understood business and making money, then they would be running shit. Since they don't and they’re not, then they need to just fall in line and do what the fuck I say. I can't stand all that back and forth shit and niggas questioning me.”
My boy, Jock, was mad as hell just from talking about it, and he hadn't made a move yet, but he was right. We had good people working for us, but that didn't change the fact that they thought they knew some shit. Every time we made changes there was always resistance, which was why Jock handled things unless it was something major. He said I was too unstable and always busting fools for no reason. It made me laugh just thinking about it. Yeah, I was a little off in that department. Maybe a little crazy, but fuck, I couldn't stand disrespect, and questioning me was a sign of disrespect.
This was our empire, and if I made a got damn decision, then it was mine to make, good or bad. I didn't get this far by following another muthafucker’s lead. It was different with Jock, though. I trusted him and always would. He was my man, one hundred grand.
If he hit me with some guidance or advice, I took that shit to heart, like right now. It didn't mean that my word wasn't final, but Jock knew this business just as well as I did, and he knew me, how I liked our shit to run, and what my expectations were. So when he planned shit out, I usually had no issues rolling with it.
“So what went down with Nonie last night? She cuss your ass out for that shit you pulled with Royce?” Jock’s goofy ass leaned back and expelled a cloud of smoke.
I chuckled. “She didn't say shit. She knew better.”
“Nigga, please, she said something. Nonie don't have a problem speaking her mind, bruh. You might have shut it down, but I know she said something.”
“You right,
but it wasn't anything. She knows I don't give a fuck.”
“So you just gon’ keep blocking her ass? You know that shit ain't right, Siah.”
“Me and Nonie are good. We got our own thing. You know how that goes.”
“No hell, Siah. You’re good. That damn girl loves your crazy ass, but you don't love nobody but your damn self. That shit ain't right, Siah. I keep telling you that.”
“She's good. I can't be something I'm not, and she knows that. But Nonie don’t want for nothing, and she gets a hell of a lot more of me than any of these other females out here. So we’re good.”
“Yo, you’re my peoples and you know I’ll roll with whatever decisions you make, but I’m telling you, bruh, Nonie—”
I burst out laughing. “The fuck, Jock? Why your ass all emotional this morning and shit? You giving relationship advice and worrying about my feelings. The fuck Kizzie do to you last night?”
Jock’s face got tight and he waved me off. “Man, fuck Kizze. She don't know what the fuck she wants. She still fucking with that lame ass muthafucker.”
“Oh, I see, this shit isn't about me. This is about the fact that Kizze won't let that nigga go to be on your team.”
“Bruh, hell no. I’m looking out for your crazy ass, trying to make sure you don't fuck around and lose a good thing to some other muthafucker.”
I found that statement funny. “Nonie can act like she’s gonna step, but she ain't going nowhere. That's all me, bruh, and if she really thinks I’m going for that, I’ll handle every muthafucker that she thinks she can rock with.”
“You on some savage, selfish type shit, Siah. You’d rather handle niggas instead of just locking her down.”
“That shit ain't me, Jock. You know that. I’ll be right for Nonie one day, but right now I’m just living. The best thing I can do is be honest with her about who I am, and that’s what I’m doing. She knows I care about her and I got her no matter what. There isn't anything I won't do for Nonie, and I put that on my mom. She can't deny that.”