“Camarih, how are you more upset with me than Prince when—”
“Because he was not my best fucking friend, dummy! I would have never in one million years let you date some nigga I knew murdered the man you loved! In fact, as soon as I saw that nigga was only using me to get to you, he would’ve been getting dragged, and you would’ve known all about him. But you’re so pathetic that you’ll take any little scraps these niggas give you!”
“Fuck you! Prince loved me, and you’re just upset because you thought he was all about your ass! I don’t even know how you could think that after all the cheating and bullshit he put you through!”
I chuckled at her statement.
“Well, what I do know is that you sat back in the cut and got fucked on in secrecy, all while he chased behind me. I mean, is it my fault that when you were sucking his dick, he was thinking about me? How long did you keep him interested before I caught his eye, Isis? Oh right, it was only a few months, and then as soon as I even replied to his text, you were simply something for him to stick his dick in when he couldn’t get it from over here.”
“If you weren’t pregnant, Camarih, I would beat your ass.” Isis’s chest rose and fell rapidly as I purposely angered her with my words.
I laughed.
“Bitch, yeah right. Just make sure your baby daddy leaves me alone. I mean, if you even have his phone number.”
“You just better hope I don’t run into your baby daddy.”
“Ha! Bitch, you couldn’t even pay my nigga to simply look your way. That’s one dick that I can assure you is out of your league, reach, price range, and whatever the fuck else. Stick to them bum niggas on your block, before you fuck around and get your whole face broken. Good day.” I quickly walked off, leaving her speechless.
If I even thought Isis was around my man, I would be breaking my foot off in her ass.
Houston “Tony Wacko” Terranova
Even though I had the backing of Paramount Recording Company, I still wanted to stack my own bread on the side. Their money was simply to get my artists out there and help us make even more money than we had been when it was just me funding the shit.
But my fucking money, the shit I made from deliveries and owning a few apartment buildings in my hood, was for me to have and save. You never knew what the fuck could happen or pop up, and now that I had a damn family, basically, I wasn’t about to be depending on another muthafucka to make sure they stayed straight.
Yeah, I’d been clearing about sixty to eighty grand a month now that PRC was behind us, and that was just the beginning, but a nigga liked having my back-up bread to combine with that.
By saying that shit, I was still doing drop offs to my clientele. Shit was safe and easy money in a sense.
Sliding into the gates of a fly ass mansion, I checked that shit out with my eyes as much as I could before parking. Picking up my burner from my lap, I let this singer muthafucka Dirko know I was here, before tucking it. Nigga was fairly new to my exclusive list, but he was a super fucking cokehead and made me too much fucking money over the last month since I’d been servicing his ass.
“Oh shit.” He greeted me with a grin when he came out his large ass crib. “Come on.”
“Don’t be waving at me, nigga. Type of shit’ll get you knocked the fuck out.” I entered his crib behind him, letting him shut the door.
“My bad, bro. I ain’t mean it like that.”
“Let’s hurry the fuck up.” I looked around, expecting it to be a big ass party since his order was so large, but it was just him and four females.
“Aight, we can handle it in here.” He sat behind his desk, pulling one of the females down into his lap.
“Y’all hoes gotta get the fuck out,” I announced.
“Nah, they chill, man.” Dirko chuckled awkwardly as he looked up at me.
“Either they get the fuck out or ain’t shit about to happen. And if shit don’t happen, this muthafucka on my waist is gon’ make some noise.”
The bitches quickly left, including the busted ass one in his lap.
“Damn, man.” He laughed, pulling out a wad of cash from his safe on his desk.
“All this fucking money you got, and you chose them ugly ass females.” I shook my head, walking up to his desk to sit and count the cash out for myself, like always.
He was silent as I did it, which was what I preferred. When done, I put the money into a Ziploc, like always, and then handed him what he paid for.
“Aye, man, you ever thought about signing me?” He got right to emptying some of the coke onto a mirror. Muthafucka was on one.
“Fuck out of here, nigga. You got a label, and yo’ shit is already blown the fuck up.”
Nodding as he pinched his nostrils, he replied, “Yeah, but you smart, nigga. Word don’ got around, and I’m trying to be a part of yo’ shit before it ain’t no more room.”
“Nah. I’d end up killing yo’ ass. You stay high as shit. I don’t even know how you get them fucking records out.”
“Me either, but I get that shit done.” He laughed before it ceased. “I’m serious though. My contract is up, and you know them niggas is on my line daily for me to sign the new one, but I’m trying to see what’s up.”
“I ain’t offering the money they are, muthafucka, so keep yo’ ass over there.” I got up.
“Come on, think about it. I don’t need no money offered up front, ’cause I feel like I’m gon’ make more with you. Not to mention it’s gon’ boost my street credit.” He grinned, leaning back in his chair.
“Not even I can boost that shit. You’s a bitch.” I turned to leave as he hopped up to follow me.
His hoes were right there, waiting outside of the office.
“Fuck out my way, bitch.” I shoulder bumped one who was staring up at me.
“Aye man, wait.” Dirko jogged to get in front of me. His hoes were like loyal dogs, trailing him every damn where. “For real, think about it. We could make a lot of money together, bro.”
“I can’t hear shit you saying with these funky ass females near you. Bitches’ breath smelling like old gum and whale pussy, then got the nerve to be ugly as fuck.”
“You cold, man—”
“Hose these bitches down and let ’em brush they muthafuckin’ tongues in between fuck sessions, nigga. Next time I come through here, I’m slapping the first one to talk to me, then yo’ ass.” I started off, not wanting to smell them hoes no more.
Nothing was more irritating than a muthafucka with stale ass breath, talking or breathing all hard in yo’ fucking face.
“You ain’t gon’ slap me,” one of them porta-potty mouth ass hoes barked.
Pinching my nose, I got up in her space. I watched her cower for a second before I said, “Say what?”
“Uh—”
“And you bet not talk, ’cause soon as I smell some shit, I’m knocking yo’ fucking block off.”
Covering her mouth, she backed away replying, “I was kidding.”
“Don’t kid with me, bitch. You don’t know me. Get these hoes ’fore I slap the fuck out of you and them, Dirko.” I kept my eyes on her as I spoke to him.
I was deadass serious too. If it wasn’t Camarih or Jilly, every female had better show some fucking respect, or I was popping her ass and her nigga too if he spoke up.
“Aye, y’all go freshen up for me,” Dirko told them as I walked to the door. “Think about it, Wacko!” he called after me as I jogged to my whip.
Unfortunately, as I drove home, I did think about the shit. Dirko was a drug addict, but the nigga had the sauce. He was dope as fuck and the nigga Prince was trying to become. I wasn’t gon’ front on Prince’s hoe ass, the muthafucka could blow, but Dirko was better. I knew it was due to experience but also just because Dirko knew how to work his shit better.
I sat in my whip once I got to my crib for a minute then climbed out. I tread through to get to my condo, bumping this bitch by accident, but I didn’t give a fuck per usual.
>
“Damn, nigga!” she hissed.
“Suck my dick.” I kept it pushing, not even looking her way.
“Anytime, Wacko,” she replied, making me look over my shoulder at her. She was smiling hard, before letting it dissipate to stare me down sensually.
“Come here,” I told her, and she happily jogged away from her car to me.
“What’s up?”
“I’ll give you five dollars if you can smile without showing them big ass gums.” She looked shocked. “Bitch, you know I got a girl. Quit with them fucking games and worry about why yo’ shit is sitting over yo’ teeth like that.”
“I ain’t even say nothing all that bad! Rude ass!” She shouted to my back as I turned to finish my route to the crib.
I took a shower and brushed my teeth before going to get into the bed.
“Oh shit.” I jumped subtly, seeing Camarih’s weird ass sitting up.
“Where did you go?”
“Had a job.” I walked to the bed, sliding in. “Why the fuck you just sitting in the dark like you possessed or some shit? Almost shot yo’ ass.”
Giggling, she slid under the covers at the same time as I did, hugging me immediately with her clingy ass. I fucked with that shit though. If my bitch wasn’t clinging to me, that meant she was clinging to another nigga’s dick.
“I wasn’t! I was sleep but heard you showering, so I woke up to welcome you to bed.” She smiled up at me, her dimple exposed.
“Nah, you fucking weird as shit. You should’ve been smiling or something, maybe on yo’ fucking knees already so I could just slide my dick in yo’ mouth.”
“That’s what you want?”
“All the fucking time.”
Smirking, Camarih peeled the comforter back, reached down into my boxers for my dick, and got right to sucking my shit. I was surprised as hell yet enjoying the shit, so I knew my facial expression was weird as a muthafucka.
“Mmm.” She moaned, using every bit of saliva in her mouth to deep throat me.
Gripping her hair, I watched as she got nasty with the shit, letting her tongue snake around the right parts as she allowed my head to hit the back of her throat.
“Oh fuck.” I grumbled, watching her pretty ass face and my dick going in and out of her mouth.
Her chin was wet, but she didn’t care; pretty as fuck and nasty as fuck, just how I liked my bitches. Her moans, letting me know she enjoyed it, had me ready to nut.
I started controlling her movements, using her hair, and she let me. When I felt myself about to bust, I held my dick at the back of her throat, shooting off a nut that made me groan subtly.
Camarih swallowed that shit right up, before slowly pulling her mouth off my dick.
Climbing on top of me, she said, “I love when I make you moan. It’s so sexy.”
“Same, except yo’ ass be crying low-key. ‘Oh Houston, oh, mmmm, baby.’” I began laughing when she frowned her cute ass face and slapped my chest.
Leaning down, she pressed her soft ass lips to mine. “When you go out, just remember what your bitch can do.”
Not saying shit, I lifted her bottom half a bit and forced my way inside, making her whimper softly as I suckled her bottom lip. Sucking my dick had got her pussy wet, which was sexy as shit.
“You the only bitch I love. But you ain’t running shit,” I let her know as I guided her hips since she was paralyzed damn near. “You hear me?”
She nodded, but I wanted her to talk, so I asked her again, still moving her bottom half. She was lying on top of me, her face twisted up sexily from me putting all these fucking inches in her.
“Yes.” She finally whined as I sat up with our bodies as close as possible due to her big ass belly.
After sucking her neck a little bit and groping her while I fucked her slow, ’cause a nigga didn’t make love, I started beating her shit up.
Rahim, Abel, and I were sitting in the studio listening to the track they did with them Gangstar Girlz. It was quiet, like I needed it to be so that I could concentrate on what I was hearing.
“That was dope as fuck, but Keyana a little slow. She needs to catch the fucking beat better.” I gestured for Abel to cut it off.
“Same shit I said.” Abel shrugged.
“Yeah, it sounded cool to me day of, but now that I’m hearing it fresh, I agree.” Rahim squinted his eyes.
“I’m gon’ get ’em both back in here tomorrow around noon, so y’all can show up then.”
They both nodded as they got up, Rahim looking like his damn dog had died. I wasn’t gon’ pry, because I wasn’t no fucking therapist. Clearly the nigga liked keeping secrets, and I didn’t give a fuck enough to be massaging his shoulders and asking him about his day like his hoe.
As soon as them niggas left, I played the track again so I could see if I needed to add anything to my notes. Halfway through, I saw a figure in the door, and when I looked over, it was Nala.
Paying her no mind, I turned my attention back to the laptop screen. She sat down and stayed quiet until the song faded out, so I cut the shit off and sat back, looking her way. I was waiting for her ass to speak, but she smiled and blushed instead, before glancing off briefly.
“I had rehearsal today.” She fidgeted.
“I know that.”
“You said you were gonna stop by.”
“I told you I may stop by. I got busy.”
“With them? So they’re gonna be your new priority?”
“You brought yo’ ass all the way over here ’cause I ain’t show up to yo’ fucking rehearsal?” I stood, shaking my head, and she got up too.
“I just want you to make sure that you’re paying me attention and not shifting it to them hoes. I was here first and—”
“Who the fuck you talking to?” I turned her way. I felt the deep frown in my face. “Watch yo’ muthafuckin’ mouth when you talking to me, Nala, I don’t give a fuck about you enough to not clock yo’ disrespectful ass.”
“I’m sorry.” She folded. “I just don’t wanna be kicked to the curb and stuff for them girls.”
“Ain’t nobody kicking yo’ stupid ass to the curb. And Nala, I mean it when I say kill the clingy shit.” Seeing her ass reminded me I had a check for her, so I handed that off after digging through my bag.
“Oh shit, this is all mine?’’
“Yeah. Get out.”
Still smiling broadly as fuck at her money, she pranced out with me behind her.
“See you tomorrow, Tony, hopefully!” Nala grinned, and when I turned her way, she hurried off.
As I stepped off the curb, I noticed a car behind me that usually didn’t park over here. When I paused, I saw a nigga sitting in the front seat, so I shut my door back to walk his way.
“Fuck you doing over here?” I stared down at his ass through the window.
“Just waiting for my girl to come out the nail shop.” He nodded.
“The nail shop is across the fucking street. Take yo’ ass over there. You can’t park right here.”
“This is public park—”
“Nah, it’s not. Move yo’ shit right now, or we gon’ have a muthafuckin problem, homie.” Since he was staring at me not saying shit, I slammed my hand down onto the top of his whip, jolting him. “Get the fuck up outta here, bruh. I’m not playing with yo’ ass. You gon’ get lit the fuck up around here.”
“Sorry.” He started his car, and I moved back some so he could pull off.
I watched his ass, keeping his license plate in mind. He made it obvious there was no bitch he was waiting for by how he floored it away from this muthafucka. I didn’t know what the fuck he was on, but I was gon’ find out.
Shanece Porter
Now that I was home from work, I’d done my usual; make myself something to eat, then have a bath and brush my teeth, before crawling into bed to watch TV.
I’d never been this sad in my entire life, and I had no idea when it would end. From Paul dying, to me finding out he had a baby on the way via Ke
ira, to overhearing that Rahim had a wife, I felt like God had given me way more than I could bear.
My phone rang, and I saw it was Rahim, so instead of hitting ignore, I let it cease before I promptly blocked him. I had nothing to say to him, and everything I felt for his ass had completely vanished. All the things I found attractive about him were based off a lie, so there was nothing between us.
That saddened me, but I figured it was God punishing me for cheating on my husband with him. Knowing Rahim was a lying ass married man made me feel even worse for what I’d done to Paul. And yes, even knowing that Keira was possibly pregnant by him, I still felt guilty for my rendezvous with Rahim. At the end of the day, Paul was the love of my life, and he was dead, so it was very hard for me to hate him at the moment.
My phone rang again, but when I saw it was Camarih, I felt my spirits lift a tiny bit.
“Hello, pretty girl,” I sang, muting my TV.
“Thank you, but if you saw me right now, you would not be calling me that. I’m nothing but a belly, legs, and arms.”
We laughed together.
“No, I’m sure you’re just as beautiful.” I smiled, which I hadn’t done in a while.
“Thank you, sexy.” She giggled. “So how have you been? Sorry I haven’t been to see you. I just have been… busy, and now I’m bed ridden… sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“I’m supposed to stay in bed, but I don’t. I have things to do.”
I chuckled at her.
“I’m fine.” I lied.
“You sure? It’s okay if you’re not. I know Paul being gone is still so tough for you.”
“Are you busy?” I sat up.
“No, just watching TV. Tony is working. Wanna go spy on him? I know women are at the studio, and I wanna show up. After, we can go eat at kitchen24, but I will tell Tony we are going home.”
I chortled heavily as I climbed from my bed and replied, “Sure. I will come get you.”
We hung up, and I quickly slipped into some comfortable clothing, before grabbing my keys and purse. I got to Camarih’s new condo in under twenty minutes and texted her to let her know.
She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 3 Page 3