When You Know It's Real: Siah and Nonie

by KC Mills

  Jock laughed. “I feel you, but on the real, don't fuck around and lose her. In all the years I’ve known your crazy ass, she’s the only one who's been able to handle you. I don't know how the fuck she does that shit, even when I can't, but she does it, and that right there is some shit worth acknowledging.”

  “Man, Nonie don't handle shit. She gets handled.” I had to laugh after the words that came out my mouth because Jock was right. Nonie had me on some other type vibe. She called and I was there, no questions asked. If shit was popping off and I was in one of my psychotic states, a look or a touch from Nonie calmed my ass down. She was the only one who could do that, which I didn't understand, but I guess some things weren't to be explained.

  “What the fuck ever, nigga.” Jock’s goofy ass was grinning at me again. “But check it, we good here?”

  “Yeah, we’re good. I’m ’bout to make rounds and handle a few things, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

  “Aight, bet. I’m about to head out here and go fuck up some muthafucker’s day.”

  I chuckled. “You better be strapped. They hate to see your ass coming, Jock.”

  “I’m always strapped, bruh. You know that, but I don’t need it. I’ll fuck ’em up with these, if they feel like they wanna try me. On the real, if they like their positions, they better just do what the fuck I say and roll with it.”

  “You’re right, but hit my line if you have any resistance.”

  “Sure ’nuff, but I won’t. They know what’s up.” Jock stood and adjusted his jeans before stepping toward me. I stood and we dapped and shared a brotherly hug before he left my office. I picked up my phone and shot Nonie a text.

  We’re chilling tonight. I’m taking you out.

  Talking about Nonie with Jock had me missing her pretty ass. It had been a minute since we just hung out and chilled, and I wanted do something nice for shorty, like take her to dinner or something. I fucked with a lot of females, but Nonie was the only one I did shit like that for. It was cool though, because she deserved it. Lil mama held me down on some real type shit. For now, I had business to handle because this money wasn't gon’ make itself.

  *****

  I walked up in Nonie’s office like I owned the shit. I guess you could say I kind of did since it was in one of the properties I owned, but as far as I was concerned, it was hers. Well, hers and Kizzie’s. I wasn't that type of dude. If I did something for you, it was a done deal, and I would never throw that shit in your face. What type of man would I be to handle things like that?

  “I know you got my damn text, Nonie. You can't return a message?”

  I stood in the doorway watching her as she flipped through a stack of papers she had spread out on her desk. Her glasses were on her face and her hair was pinned up behind her head with a pencil stuck through it, holding it in place. I loved when she did that. The shit was sexy as fuck on some grown woman type shit. Nonie was dressed in a navy blue baby doll dress that I could tell was too got damn short because I could see all her leg and most of her thigh.

  She looked up at me and scrunched up her face, wrinkling her cute ass button nose before she leaned back in her chair and folded her arms.

  “Actually, I didn't get your text because I've been busy all day. You do know I have a job, right? I’m not in here hanging out just for the hell of it, Siah.”

  “Damn, Nonie. Why you going in on me like that? I know you work hard, Pretty.”

  Her eyes roamed my body so I returned the favor before I stepped around her desk and planted a kiss on her cheek. Then I lifted one of the chairs from in front of her desk, placed it right beside her, and then sat down.

  “You couldn't sit your ass over there?”

  I grabbed the seat of her chair and rolled it a few inches closer to me. With a grin, I placed my hand on her knee and moved it up her thigh until it was under her dress and between her legs.

  She grabbed my wrist and shoved it away from her before I could do any damage.

  “I’m working, Siah. Please tell me what you want and leave, so that I can finish what I was doing.”

  Her mouth was saying leave, but the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip and her eyes smiled contradicted every word coming out of her mouth. I let it slide and decided not to fuck with her. Instead, I leaned back in my chair with one hand rubbing my beard, while the other rested in my lap. Her eyes moved from one hand to the other before she focused on my face again.

  “Chill with me tonight. Let’s drive over to Manhattan or some shit like that. It's been a minute since we hung out.”

  I offered the city because Nonie never passed up a chance to fall through New York. We could hit a few of her favorite spots and do some shopping, which I knew she wouldn't object to.

  Nonie sucked her teeth and narrowed her eyes at me before she uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them the opposite way. That had my full attention, and I felt my dick jump a little as my tongue glided across my lips.

  “Boy, no. Did you forget that you were in my bed when I woke up this morning?” Her eyes rolled slightly and I could tell that she was fighting hard not to smile. She loved that shit. My surprise visits were always on point, and her ass damn sure wasn't complaining when I worked her body over this morning.

  “Man, I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about hanging out. We can go eat and hit a movie or something. I’ll even take you shopping if you wanna hit up the plaza.”

  “I don’t need you to take me shopping, Siah.”

  Here she go with this shit. “Did I say you needed me to do anything? I’m saying I wanna hang out, Nonie. That’s either a yes or a no. If you can't get your ass off your shoulders, then fuck it.” I stood up and was about to leave, but she reached for my hand and stood right after me.

  “Wait. Okay, fine. We can do that, what time?”

  I grinned. “That's on you, Pretty. I have some shit to finish up. Handle your business around here and then hit my line when you’re ready, and I’ll come scoop you up. You’re staying with me tonight, though.”

  “I can't do that. I have a meeting in the morning at nine, and you stay so damn far, Siah.” She frowned, damn near pointing.

  I did live far out, but it was necessary. I couldn't make it easy for people to get to me. I had a lot of enemies, so my house was all the way in Saddle River, out in Bergen County, which was an hour’s drive from Newark and Irvington where most of my locations were and Nonie’s office was. I did have an apartment in town, but I rarely stayed there and I wouldn't take Nonie there because I mainly used it to fuck other women.

  “Man, yes you can. You’ll just have to get your lazy ass up early. I'll make sure you get there.”

  My eyes traced her body and the little ass dress she was wearing. It barely made it to the middle of her thigh. Even though it as loose and flowed around her body, that shit was still too short, in my opinion. Nonie was thick and her ass was nice and round, which made the dress sit high in the back. I wasn't feeling that because I knew niggas were on some ‘let me fuck you’ type vibe. Hell, that was exactly what came to mind when I saw her.

  I slid my hand up under it straight to her ass, and just like I thought, I touched skin, which meant she had on a damn thong.

  “Why you got this little ass shit on and you call yourself working, Nonie?” I grabbed her chin and tilted her head back while moving her closer against my body.

  “It's cute, and I like it. What's wrong with my dress, Siah? It's not that short,” she stated, knowing good and damn well what was wrong with that damn shirt she was claiming as a dress. I could see it in the smirk that was spreading across her pretty face.

  “Yes the fuck it is short, Nonie, and you know what’s wrong with it. I can damn near see your ass. You better not call yourself trying to look cute for another muthafucker. Let me find you trying to mess with somebody else.” I moved my hand from her ass to between her legs and let my fingers caress her center.

  A grin formed as she puckered her lips, requesting a
kiss. I leaned in and connected mine to hers then slid my tongue in her mouth.

  “You’re the only man I look cute for, Siah, with your jealous ass. Always sweating me and you not even my man.” Her face balled up and she tried to pull away from me, but I held her in place and kissed her again.

  “I am your man, Nonie, so gone with that bullshit. It's your fault that nobody knows, trying to protect that weak ass nigga’s feelings. You wanna tell him? Hell, we can tell him right now. Call him, ’cause you know I don't give a fuck,” I said with a cocky grin.

  “It's not about Royce and you know it, Yosiah. It's about all the hoes you got on deck. I don't have time to be fucking up those thirsty ass hoes you call yourself messing with on the daily because they wanna step to me about you. You get rid of them and I’ll tell Royce. Until then, you're not my man.”

  She pulled away and I let her because I didn't want to have an argument and ruin our plans for later. She was in her chair again, so I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

  “Yeah, whatever, Noine. Can't nobody step to you about shit that concerns me cause there ain't no female out there that can claim me but you, and you know that. Hit me when you’re ready to roll, and don't wear no little ass shit like that. I'm trying to chill tonight, and don't wanna have to fuck anybody up for stepping to you the wrong way.”

  “I’ll wear what I want, Siah,” was all she said, purposely ignoring what I said about other females.

  Hell, it was true. I might not have been committed to her, but she was the only female who could get away with claiming me without me fucking them up over it. I didn't play that shit.

  She rolled her eyes and I stepped around her desk, but she called my name and pointed to the chair I had moved.

  I shook my head and lifted the chair then placed it back in front of her desk before heading out. Nonie kept me stressed on the real, but she could get that with her fine ass.

  Jock

  The second I rolled up on the block I got heated. These niggas just couldn't do right unless you were sitting there holding their got damn hands. That was the main reason why I didn't want Siah’s crazy ass running through here. He’d fuck around and shoot all these muthafuckers, and I would be spending all my time trying to find people to move this shit for us.

  Siah was smart as fuck and a good business man, but he didn't have patience for shit. That was my job. I’d fuck a nigga up if they couldn't get their shit together, but Siah just didn't give anybody a chance for shit. It was all black and white with him, no gray areas, and sometimes you had to be willing to accept the gray areas.

  I chuckled thinking about it. That was my dude though, and I’d give my life to protect his, no questions asked. Reason being, I knew that he would offer the same. Shit, we had both been on the receiving end of bad situations where it was gonna cost us one life or the other. Because we stuck that shit out, not giving a fuck, we are both still standing today. That was rare these days because people didn't give a fuck about family or loyalty. Siah was both loyal and family, so I returned the favor.

  People always looked at me with the side eye, like ‘why you working for that nigga? Do your own thing’, but fuck what ya heard, this is a partnership. I just don't like my name on shit, and Siah was cool with that. We split money fifty/fifty, and we both put in equal amounts of time, just in different ways. I handled the employees and the street shit, because that was my thing, and like I said, Siah was working with a short fuse. He handled the business side and made sure we kept our legit businesses running to cover up for our street sales.

  I couldn't fuck with that. I had hood logic and wasn't with that business shit. That was Siah’s deal, and he was good at it. If you look at his ass, all you see was a damn thug, tatted, wild wooly hair that was never combed, and bullet holes in his face. But when that nigga needed to clean up and get his grown man on to go shake hands and sign paperwork with the suits, better believe he represented. I just wasn't with it. Jeans and Jays ’til I die. Fuck that. If I ever lock down a shorty that I want forever with, I’m marrying her ass in a pair of jeans and Jays. If she can't get with that, then she ain't for me.

  But all and all, me and my nigga were getting money and living nice. I had his back, front, side, and middle, just like he had mine. That right there was on my mother and my grandmother, God rest both their souls.

  “Yo, why the fuck y'all out here chillin’ and shit like there ain’t money to be made and 5-0 passing through? You got blunts and bottles of Ace all out in the open. Fuck you thinking ’bout? Just give them niggas a reason to come run through our shit.”

  I grabbed Lotto by his shirt and pulled him to me, causing him to drop the bottle of Ace he was holding. A brand new bottle of Ace hit the ground, but I didn't give a fuck. Lotto was scared as shit though. I’m a big dude, and they knew I didn’t play. One of my damn arms was the size of two of his, and the grip I had on his ass had his eyes bucked.

  “We were just—”

  “You were just what? Looking like a fucking stereotype, out here in the open for everyone to see.”

  I let him go and he dropped to the ground, but stood quickly. I took one step toward him and pressed my finger into his forehead. “Use this shit, man. The fuck you got a got damn brain for if you not gon’ use it. All of you niggas out here looking suspect as hell. Break this shit up and get to work. Where the fuck Hollis at?”

  “He’s not here. Said he had to make a run.”

  I chuckled. “Oh, so daddy ain't home and the bad ass kids wanna throw a got damn party? I see what it is. Tell Hollis to hit my line. Now get to work. Let me roll through here again and see this shit, and I’ll send Siah out here to handle this. You know that nigga don't give a fuck. I’m your only saving grace. If he had seen this shit, your damn families would be planning services on the real, my nigga.”

  They all nodded and looked around at each other, scared to move until I waved them off. “The fuck you still here for?” I yelled, making a few of them jump with fear.

  I knew Hollis had to be missing. He was always on his shit, and if he was around, I knew for sure they wouldn't be out here throwing a block party. I made a mental note to get with him about that, but for now, I was about to run through and see Anjali.

  She had been blowing up my damn phone for a few days, so she either wanted to fuck or argue about some bullshit. She was only getting one from me, and it damn sure wasn't the argument. I hoped she had her head on right or I was walking in her spot and right back out.

  When I arrived at the spot I had for Anj, I parked in the driveway and made my way to the door. The second I hit the porch, she yanked the door open with a damn scowl on her face. I knew what it was, but she was holding my lil man, so I couldn't help but smile. I took him from her and held him in the air above my head, watching him coo and smile before I lowered him again and held him against my chest. I stepped inside and Anj slammed the door, causing Jahari’s little body to jump.

  “The fuck wrong with you, Anjali? You just scared my son with that childish shit, yo.”

  I kissed the top of Jahari’s head and then looked down into his chubby face. I swear it was like looking into a mirror. My son looked like my fucking twin. It was crazy to me. I even went through my mom’s stuff and found baby pictures of myself. Aside from the clothes, you couldn't tell one from the other. I loved that shit too. I was so proud of my damn son.

  Now his mother was another fucking story. She was a one-night stand gone wrong, and I'd be paying for it the next eighteen years. Anjali was nice as fuck. Thick as hell, fat ass, pretty chocolate skin, and beautiful face, but this hoe was dumb as fuck, and selfish as hell. She was a good ass mother to our son, but I couldn't stand to be around her ass.

  In fact, if my dick wasn't in her, I couldn't deal with her at all. I hated her dumb ass. I had respect for her as the mother of my son, but on some personal type shit, I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck and she knew it.

  “If you would return my calls and stop d
isappearing for weeks at a time, I wouldn't have to do childish shit, Jock. You act like you can't talk to me or come see me, damn,” she whined.

  “The fuck I need to come see you for? If it ain't about Hari, then it ain't about nothing, and you know that.”

  “Oh, so it's all about him and fuck me, right?”

  “Man gone with that shit, Anjali. You know what it is. I don't even like your ass and you don't like me, so why you fronting?”

  I moved through her house, and I had to admit it was clean as fuck. Like I said, she was on her shit as a mother, but I just couldn't get with her on any other level. When I got to the living room I sat down and held my son on my lap. I made faces at him and he smiled and laughed like it was the best thing in the world. Simple things with him like this broke me down and had me feeling weak as fuck, but for him, I would do all that and more.

  At ten months old, he was active as hell, and smart too, if you asked me. He was already trying to say words and was pulling up on furniture. My pops told me I walked when I was ten months, so I had a feeling Hari was gon’ be just like me. I loved the fuck outta my son on some real shit.

  “I don't like you because you treat me like shit, Jock. All I am to you is someone to babysit your son—”

  I cut that short quick as hell. “How the fuck you gon’ say some dumb shit like that? See, this is that shit I’m talking about. You're dumb as fuck, Anj. It's our son, you’re his got damn mother, not his babysitter. The fuck, yo? You really need to think about the shit you say.”

  “You know what I mean, Jock. It's all about Hari. What about me? Why you don't care how I’m feeling or what I’m doing?” Anj looked at me with pouty lips and sad eyes.

  If we hadn't already been here a million times before, I might have fallen for this shit, but I knew her and I knew her games. She wanted to fuck and I wasn't going there with her. Hell, I had just rolled up out of Kizzie this morning, so a nigga was good for now. I wasn't even interested in her giving me head, and I knew she would. At this point, all I cared about was my son. Everything else was dead when it came to me and Anj.