She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  Rubie was gon’ regret fucking me over.

  The next morning…

  I woke up bright and fucking early to start my day. I even had a pep in my damn step as I showered, brushed my teeth, then ate the breakfast that my potential baby mama whipped up for me. I had to be at the studio by noon, but my ass woke up at 9 a.m. Usually, in that case, I wouldn’t be rolling out of the fucking bed until 11 a.m.

  Holli and I rode to the studio together, and Tony was already there, which worked out perfectly.

  “Aye bro, let me holla at you.” I sat down at the mixer next to him, so he turned down the track playing, which was Nala’s. “Sounds good.”

  “It does.” He nodded, giving me that stare he always gave a nigga when he was suspicious.

  “I wanna do a diss track.”

  “Nigga, what?” He laughed. “Who the fuck you got to diss?”

  “Rubie’s ass.”

  Smirking, he shook his head. “You that hurt, muthafucka? Just go beat her new nigga’s ass. How yo’ baby mama and her teeth feel about this diss track shit?”

  “Man, get off Holli, nigga. And we don’t know if that’s my baby just yet.” I whispered the latter half of my statement in case Holli was on her way back from the bathroom.

  I knew her little nice act wouldn’t last long, and I wasn’t in the mood to be pounced on and punched or scratched. I doubted her belly would stop her bullshit antics.

  “I’m just curious as to what the fuck you gon’ say.” Tony sat back, his expression making it obvious that he was amused by my request.

  “I don’t know. I’m gon’ freestyle that shit… maybe.”

  “Aight, but this shit can’t take long, nigga. We got real muthafuckin tracks to record for some bread.” He nodded for me to get in the booth.

  Abel, Rahim, and Holli entered at the same time almost, so Tony let Rahim know what I wanted to do. Thankfully, this nigga had a plethora of beats on his laptop, so he gave me one that he hadn’t planned to use for one of Tony’s artists.

  “This is dumb.” Holli shook her head, watching me through the booth like everyone else.

  “Aight, nigga. We gotta hear some shit. I knew yo’ bitch ass couldn’t freestyle.” Tony taunted me, laughing with Rahim and Abel.

  The beat came through for the third time, and since I’d gotten most of my fucking thoughts together, some written in my Notes app on my iPhone, I let off. I talked about Rubie like I never even liked her ass, and even threw some shots at her broke ass boyfriend she ran back to, making the homies hop up while laughing.

  Holli was even grinning, and I guess it was because she liked hearing me talk down on the female I was fucking while she was locked up.

  “Let me hear it back,” I called out, so Abel nodded before playing it for me.

  I listened in the booth, and it was perfect, so I came back out to get a drink of water before we did the next track. I told Abel to drop it right then since it didn’t need all that professional mixing and mastering shit done to it. I wanted it to be raw.

  “Muthafucka, I hope you know you ain’t never getting that bitch back once this drops.” Tony lit his blunt, still chuckling along with Rahim, Holli, and Abel.

  “For real. But you couldn’t have wanted to if you recorded it, so.” Rahim shrugged, moving shit around on his computer so he could shoot over the beat for my new song.

  Their comments got to me a little bit because I wasn’t sure if I was completely done with Rubie. I wanted to be, and I couldn’t stand her for how she played me, but deep down, I was still feeling her.

  An hour and a half later and I was done with my track, so it was Holli’s turn to go in.

  “Aye, I need y’all to do a song together; play off that relationship shit.” Tony filled his cup with Hennessy.

  “Oooh, yay!” Holli clapped loudly, obviously excited.

  Tony paused and stared at her because of her reaction, and for some reason, the shit was hilarious, causing everyone but them two to chortle loudly.

  “Yo’ fucking teeth be pissing me off. Get yo’ ass in the booth ’fore I throw the fuck up,” he hissed. And even though she was my alleged baby mama, the shit was jokes, so I laughed right along with everybody else.

  “They not even that bad, but whatever, nigga.”

  “Bitch, yo’ whole top row is fighting for the front position.” Tony frowned, obviously irritated by her grill as we cackled at her expense.

  Holli was beautiful, like I said before, but as soon as her mouth opened, it went from a ten to a solid six.

  “You wrong, bro.” Rahim had the nerve to comment in the midst of laughing so hard he was holding his stomach.

  Holli rolled her eyes as she walked to the booth saying, “And once I get my shit fixed, all y’all niggas gon’ be wanting to fuck.”

  “I’m gon’ do you a favor, bruh, and get her shit fixed before yo’ baby come so she won’t be scaring his ass.” Tony looked to me.

  “You ain’t right.” I shook my head, sitting down on the couch to roll up.

  It was 9 p.m. by the time we left the studio. When Holli was done, more people came, so we chilled and shit.

  I noticed my diss track was making noise on the internet. Even them stupid ass social media blogs had reported on it, so I knew Rubie heard it.

  “If I don’t get no head tonight over you, I’m beating yo’ ass, on God,” Tony let me know after returning to the studio room. He’d taken a phone call.

  “Huh?” I got up since everybody was leaving. This nigga stayed kicking everybody out when he was angry.

  “Camarih heard that shit, and now she hot, talking about why I let you talk about her bubble lip ass friend like that.”

  “My bad.” I snickered as he got his shit, barking at people to hurry up and get the fuck out.

  I was still pissed at Rubie, so once I got home, I gave Holli my key to head up inside while I called her.

  “Yes?” she answered, voice soft, too soft like she was crying.

  “I want all the shit I bought you back. I got somebody else to give it to.”

  “You can have someone come pick it up. I’m not driving all the way to you.” She sniffled.

  “Fuck is wrong with you?” I had to inquire. Initially, I planned to ignore it, trying to be cold.

  “Nothing. Not like you care. Thanks for telling the whole world my business. I had to turn my comments off.”

  As angry as I was, I felt bad that I’d made her cheating ass cry.

  “You shouldn’t have fucked around on me.”

  “Nobody fucked around on you! I met up with him to break up!”

  “Yeah right! You could’ve texted his ass that!”

  “No, I couldn’t have! I’ve been with him for a long ass time, and he deserved more than a text! We live together, and you thought a simple text would work? Fuck you!”

  Fuck.

  “Rubie, I didn’t know. I just saw y’all—”

  “Yeah, and you didn’t care to find out anything else! I don’t know what hoes you’re used to, but I don’t want two boyfriends! I didn’t even want your ass, but it happened, and I thought you knew me better than that.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. We can fix—”

  “We can’t fix shit, and if you want your gifts, send someone else because I will call the police if you come to my apartment.”

  She hung up, and when I tried to call her back, she kept declining the call; it was obvious.

  Sitting in my whip, I let my head fall back because I knew I’d fucked up.

  2

  Camarih

  The next morning…

  I heard Tony gargling his mouthwash as I climbed out of the bed, so I moved a little faster. Usually, I would go eat breakfast, especially now that I was late in my pregnancy because I was always hungry. But I wanted to press him, so I would pretend I was preparing for a shower. On the way out of the bedroom, I grabbed my shower caddy containing my things.

  I opened the door of the bathroom to see Tony wi
th a towel wrapped around his waist. His chiseled chest and abs were covered in small water droplets, immediately making me horny. My eyes traveled along his muscular arms, with tattoos everywhere right down to his hands, as his manly body wash scent filled the air of the bathroom.

  “What’s up?” He looked me over as I wet my toothbrush. The master bathroom of this condo had double sinks which was what sold me on it. Plus, the bathroom mirror was perfect. “You heard me talking to yo’ ass.” He hugged my body from behind, making sure I felt his dick as he groped my breasts. The strong scent of Listerine came from his mouth.

  I tried not to smirk or say anything as I brushed my teeth, but when I felt him tugging on my underwear from under my robe, I quickly rinsed my mouth.

  “Did you know Rahim was married?” I inquired, turning to face him.

  “Nah.” He bit down on his lip, getting my panties lower even though I was trying to stop him.

  “You had no idea?”

  “I may have met the bitch once.” He shrugged before sucking on my neck.

  “You may have?” I tried nudging him off, but he was so strong.

  “Aight. I met her ass when he brought her to the studio, but I had never heard about the hoe before that.”

  “And you didn’t think to come tell me he had a wife so I could tell my friend?”

  “Hell nah. The fuck I look like, the host of Cheaters? I don’t give a fuck about that muthafucka’s personal life. If he wanna hide his hoes, that’s on him. Plus, yo’ friend was married. Why the fuck she care if that nigga is too?”

  “Because she likes him and thought they could possibly be together! First you let Rahim lie, and now you let Eitan make a diss track on Rubie.” I shook my head, getting even more upset as I stared up into his eyes. “Next, you’re gonna do something foul! Just a group of foul niggas!” I started to leave, but he yanked me back with the quickness and picked me up.

  He had to be strong because I wasn’t exactly my usual svelte self, and I had this big ass belly.

  “You forgot who the fuck I was?” He carried me from the bathroom and into the bedroom.

  “No.” I tried to keep my frown as he kicked the door closed, despite being slightly frightened.

  “Nah, I think you did. ’Cause you got me fucked up.” He put me down onto the bed. He brushed the tip of his nose with his pointer finger, the gesture making him look even crazier but sexier.

  “No, I don’t, baby. I was just trying to talk.” I half lied, backpedaling like crazy.

  “I got a different apology in mind.” He let his towel fall, and his dick was already standing at attention.

  “Okay.” I nodded obediently. I was afraid but turned on.

  Moving closer, I took his dick into my mouth, giving it my all, the way he liked, until I heard him moan lowly. That let me know I was doing it right, so I didn’t slow up, allowing him to grab my hair tightly as I let the head of his dick tap my throat.

  “Shit. Show a nigga you sorry and that you had the game fucked up.” He grumbled, motivating me to let my saliva, suction abilities, and jaw work go crazy.

  He fucked my face for a nice minute before pulling out and turning me around. Tony yanked my robe down, ripped my underwear off, and then slid inside of me from behind. The length and girth had me ready to do and say whatever he wanted me to.

  He caressed my belly as he stroked me slowly, sucking on my neck and then my bottom lip from the side.

  “Oh shit.” I whimpered, already releasing on his dick.

  Placing one of my legs up onto the bed, he dug deeper inside of me, making me cry softly as he began pounding hard. His chest was pressed into my back, and his hand was wrapped around the front of my neck.

  “Fuck I told you about running yo’ mouth, Camarih?” He sucked my lips from the side as I sniveled from getting dug out. I was sweating heavily, feeling his free hand roam over my body, before landing on my ass to smack it hard as fuck.

  I pierced the comforter with my nails as my body shivered, cumming right on his rod. I could feel my wetness tainting my inner thighs, but Tony didn’t slow up as he fucked me mercilessly. As fat as I was, in my opinion, I always felt tiny with him.

  “Ahh, mmm,” I called out, exploding so ferociously that my legs turned to Jell-O.

  Tony didn’t slow up, and moments later, he was cumming inside of me. He flipped me onto my back, and got between my legs, sucking my nipples as I panted like an asthmatic.

  After tending to my nipples, he put his hand on my throat gently and said, “Don’t you ever bring nobody else’s bullshit home, you hear me?”

  “Yes.” I nodded.

  “And don’t be coming at a nigga like I won’t warm yo’ fucking head up. I love yo’ weird ass, and you fine as shit, but you got me fucked up, and I’m crazy, so I don’t react well to certain shit.”

  Again, I nodded. At least he knew his psycho faults.

  “I know.”

  “Then act like it ’fore you have me choking yo’ little ass out. I don’t play them fucking games. You talk yo’ shit to these other muthafuckas, not me.” He let me go and stood up to grab his towel.

  “Sorry, daddy.” I cooed.

  “Come get in the shower. You not done apologizing.”

  I did just that.

  Tony somehow had a lot of stamina in the shower, even though he’d just fucked the shit out of me prior to that, so I had to take a three-hour nap afterwards. I was a bit upset because I had plans today, but I literally passed out in my towel to the sound of him getting dressed to leave.

  Grabbing my phone as I sat up, I shot him a text.

  Me: I love you. Sorry again baby.

  After locking my phone, I went to put on some clothes and saw Tony’s handprint still on my ass. Taking a picture in the mirror, I sent it to him.

  Mine: That got my dick hard as fuck…

  Smirking, I put my phone down to finish dressing. I then went to brush my teeth again, before going into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast.

  I planned to go visit Prince today and see what he had to say about me finding out he was behind Driz being murdered. Really, I was hoping he had some sort of proof to disprove what Isis had told me.

  I finished scarfing down my pancakes and turkey sausage before hopping up to wash my dish.

  Just as I checked my watch, my phone rang. I was hoping it wasn’t Tony, because I wasn’t supposed to be leaving the house, according to my doctor, and also because I didn’t want him to find out about this situation with Prince and Isis; at least not yet. I needed information first, and not for my protective boyfriend to murder them both before I got it.

  I saw it was my mama calling, so I quickly answered. She never called me, excluding the night she found Bobi dead.

  “Hello?” I picked up.

  “Can you come over?”

  “Umm, maybe later.”

  “Really? I just lost the love of my life, and you can’t even stop by? I shouldn’t have even had to ask you to stop by.”

  “No, no, Mama, it’s just that I have somewhere to be.”

  “Fuck you.” She hung up.

  Feeling bad, even though she wasn’t worth anything, I grabbed the keys to my new BMW X7 and left to her house. I parked my precious vehicle in the driveway begrudgingly but then remembered Tony told me that my car would be safe because niggas knew I was his girl, and this was my whip. Before I even picked my thumb up from the key fob in my hand, my mother was coming out of the house with her jaw on the floor.

  “Whose vehicle is that?”

  “Mine,” I replied happily as I tread up the porch steps.

  “How the hell did you pay for it?”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I walked into the house. “What did you want me to come over here for?”

  “Some damn comfort.” She entered the house as well, slamming the door behind herself.

  “Look, I’m sorry that this happened to you, but you know I didn’t like Bobi and all she tried to do to me.” I sat
down, even though I didn’t want to. This belly was heavy, and I had a feeling it was a boy in here.

  “Well,” my mama sat down as well, “your attempts to assassinate her character need to stop now that she’s dead.”

  “Assassinate her character? She tried to fucking rape me!”

  “How! She doesn’t even have a damn dick, stupid!”

  “She doesn’t need one! The same way she fucks you, she tried the shit with me!” I barked back, making my mom jump up and charge over to me. “Hit me, and I swear to God, Mama, I will knock fire from you.” I looked up into her eyes.

  I hoped she felt the seriousness in my voice. I didn’t want to fight while being this pregnant, but I figured my baby was fully grown and alive, so it’d survive. And if it were anything like its father, it’d probably assist me in the brawl anyway.

  “Look, Camarih, I know what your man did to Bobi’s fingers, and I also know he’s the one who killed her.”

  “You don’t have proof of either.” I didn’t really know if she did or not, but if she was expecting me to squeal, she was a fucking idiot.

  “Actually, I do. Also, a little birdie told me that Mr. Tony Wacko is not exactly a fan favorite as far as the police go, so I’m sure they would be happy to get this little tip on Bobi’s murderer.”

  For a moment, my mother and I had a staring contest. I had to be careful in what I said because I didn’t want to throw fuel into an already burning fire. If my nigga went to jail over Bobi, I was killing everybody.

  “Well you and that little birdie can kiss my ass. Goodbye.” I struggled to get up, and she watched until I was to my feet.

  “Fine. It’s up to you. I hope you’re ready to be a single mother, making pennies without your financial cushion of a man.”

  “Actually, my business has been doing very well. I make more in a month than you would working six. Do your damn research before you start talking shit, broke hoe.” I had to read her ass.

  Calling her a hoe was refreshing, and I kind of understood why Tony said it so much now.