She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Oh yeah. That is pretty cliché, but it’s always a cute story.” She nodded. “You said, ‘for now’. Why is she your wife for now?”

  “Why else? She wants a divorce so that’s what’s gonna happen.” I opened my laptop. “Let me play these songs for you though.”

  She didn’t say anything, so I started. We listened to a few back to back, before I stopped it to see if she liked any of them.

  “I really think he’s going to want them all.”

  “You sure? I don’t do discounts or nothing like that.”

  Laughing, she said, “I would hope not. But yes, he’s gonna want them all.”

  “Cool. Just let me polish them up for you.”

  “Okay. Let’s have a drink to celebrate.” She got up and went to a cabinet to remove some champagne.

  “Thanks.” I took the flute before she filled it up, then hers. “You married? Boyfriend?”

  “No. I had a boyfriend for five years, but we broke up. No kids either.”

  “I have a daughter.” I lit up my phone and showed her Ahmira on my lock screen.

  “She is so freaking cute. Oh my gosh.”

  “And a handful. I swear she’s turning twenty-five next year.”

  “That’s so adorable. I love seeing dads with their daughters; it’s the cutest thing.”

  “Yeah, I am pretty cute.”

  “Boy, I wasn’t talking about looks, but yes, I can attest to that fact; you’re a good-looking guy.”

  I touched her exposed leg, making her smile as I went upward, but then I stopped myself.

  Polishing off my champagne, I got up. “So I will get to work on shining these beats up for Cope. I’ll let you know something soon and send an invoice.”

  “Wait, is something wrong?”

  “Nah, I just got a lot of work to do with Tony’s artists too, so I wanna jump on it. But thank you again.” I hurried up and got my ass out of there.

  Hopping from one woman to the next had been my downfall from before, so I needed to fucking pace myself. I had too much shit going on and lost my marriage, friendships, and possibly half of my earnings over women and sex. So the last thing I needed was to have a whole new woman on my arm in the midst of a messy ass divorce, which was already caused by my infidelities.

  Rubie

  One week later…

  Cartier eye… I’m the bossman in the suit with no tie… I can't be sober, I gotta stay high…

  Camarih, Shanece, and I decided to go out, and unfortunately, Shanece wanted to visit The Pink Cherry since it was new, and she hadn’t been. I hadn’t been either, but once I heard Eitan was fucking some hoe that worked here, I wasn’t interested.

  “So this whole area was covered in roses?” Shanece asked Camarih, referring to her proposal as “Hot” by Young Thug played for the dancing strippers.

  It was packed in here, which wasn’t surprising since this place had become the talk of Los Angeles. I didn’t know why, because the hoes here weren’t even that cute.

  “Yes, in red, yellow, and dark pink ones. It was so nice.” Camarih blushed. It was cute seeing her so in love; it was in her face.

  “Only Tony Wacko would think to propose in a strip club, but that was sweet.” Shanece stared at her. “You do look different you know. I saw you when you were with Prince and then now.” She touched Camarih’s bright golden locks, taking the words right out of my mouth.

  “I’m glad you see it.”

  As the ladies continued to converse, I scoped the club, wondering if that girl was here. I didn’t know why I even cared. I was trying to erase Eitan and his bullshit from my mind, but no matter what I did, it never worked. And knowing that he was messing with that hoe made it worse.

  “Hello, ladies!” A girl shouted loudly, walking up into our section.

  It was her, dressed in the skimpiest outfit I’d ever seen. Dental floss would’ve been more clothes. Her body was nice although small, and she smelled like something sweet.

  “Hi,” Shanece and Camarih replied, with Shanece being a little happier. I guess because she had no idea who the girl was.

  “You guys doing okay? Can I get you some drinks other than these bottles? I’m sure I can score some free cocktails, especially for you because the manager loves Wacko.” She touched Camarih and then looked at all of us, awaiting an answer.

  “I will have a ginger lemon drop.” Shanece grinned, dancing a little bit in her seat.

  “Good choice.”

  “The Pink Cherry drink.” Camarih gave an uncomfortable smile before turning to me. Frida had done the same, looking down at me as she waited.

  “Do you strip or take orders? I’m confused,” I said.

  “Oh, it’s okay. We kind of do both. It helps us build relationships with the customers if we get a chance to talk to them a bit before going onstage.” Frida smiled.

  “I’ll have the same as Shanece.” I waved her off.

  “Okay, any food?”

  We all said ‘no’ collectively, so she pranced out, dancing some to the music. I was watching her hard, wanting to run up on her and snatch her up by her hair.

  “Don’t be so rude,” Camarih said, laughing.

  “What did I miss? You guys know her?” Shanece leaned forward so that she could see both Camarih’s face and mine.

  “She’s Eitan’s new… friend,” Camarih explained.

  “Oh, right! I did see her somewhere. It was on social media.” Shanece nodded.

  “She’s not even that pretty.” I looked to them.

  “I mean…” Shanece shrugged. “She’s a pretty girl, but you look better. So forget him! If he doesn’t want you, plenty niggas will!”

  “If that were the case, but he does want her, she just doesn’t want him.” Camarih gave me a look.

  “Wait, so then why don’t you like her?” Shanece’s brows lowered.

  “Because I do want him. I just don’t want him to be having a baby with Holli. And I don’t want him to be doing what he’s doing with her while I don’t want him!” I shouted over the music, making them both just slightly gape at me.

  “I don’t get it,” Shanece admitted, before she and Camarih roared with laughter.

  “Holli was before you.” Camarih reminded me.

  “He didn’t tell me though. I found out on the Internet. And when that baby gets here, they’re gonna be like you and Tony. I already know. Babies make niggas see differently.”

  “Umm, no. If anything, babies make niggas go look elsewhere. Tony and I are the way we are because we were already dating before the baby got here, remember? He didn’t despise me like Eitan does Holli.”

  “Despise? Did you see those baby shower pictures?” I looked at them both seriously.

  “I did see them, but I know Eitan, and I’ve heard him talk about Holli. She’s the last person he wants. If they get together after the baby is here, it will be a miracle,” Camarih assured me.

  “Stranger things have happened.”

  “Well then if you’re sure you don’t want him, don’t be mean to the cute little stripper. Let her get her feelings hurt when he decides to be with Holli like you’ve predicted.” Shanece shrugged just as Frida came back up with our drinks.

  Humph.

  I spotted some men talking to her on the way, and she was smiling back like the slut that she was.

  “Okay, ladies, here we go.” She set each drink in front of us. When she placed mine down, I patted the spot next to me for her to sit. She did, too, happily.

  “Are you dating Eitan?” I questioned.

  “Dating? I wouldn’t call it that. We’re cool. Why? If you want him back or something, I won’t stand in the way.” She shook her head with her hands up.

  “Back? You’re talking like you took him from me.”

  “No, that wasn’t what I meant. I was saying that—”

  “So are you trying to get pregnant or something? Trap him?” I cocked my head.

  “Uh, no. Like I said, we’re cool. I have to ge
t back to work.” She got up. “I will come back to check on you ladies a little bit later.”

  Taking my drink, I put her out of my mind and just had fun with my friends. We didn’t end up leaving until after 2 a.m., but we were a little tipsy, so a car took us home.

  When I got to my place, I collapsed in the middle of my bed for a little bit, then reached for my iPhone. Dialing Eitan, I waited for him to answer.

  “You good?” he answered.

  “Yes. I saw your stripping girlfriend tonight.”

  “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  “She was very friendly with other men.” I slurred.

  “Are you drunk?”

  “Don’t worry about it, asshole. I hope you don’t have too many plans with her, because according to Frida, y’all are just cool, and if I wanted you back, she wouldn’t even care.”

  He was silent for a bit.

  “Rubie, why you doing this? You acting jealous but don’t wanna be together.”

  “I am not jealous! And you’re right; I don’t want you. You got a baby mama and then now a new girlfriend who can’t even dance. How did she get that job!” I began laughing loudly. “I mean, come on, people!”

  “I will call you tomorrow when you’re sober, aight? Or I can come—”

  “No. I’m not interested. I’ve already told you this. And looks like Frida isn’t either. She only likes you for your money. You sure know how to pick them. I’m a catch. But you’d rather have a psycho carrying your child, and a stripper hoe for a girlfriend. I am just… done.”

  I was hoping he broke up with Frida.

  “Bye, Rubie.”

  “Wait!” I stopped him, but that was all I could get out before I dozed off.

  9

  Tony Wacko

  I parked my whip at the crib, and when I looked down at my iPhone, I saw Camarih had been blowing me up. We were supposed to handle business tonight, so I was worried as fuck as to why she’d been calling me and twenty fucking times.

  Hopping out of my Grand National, I rushed up to our condo, and as soon as I walked in, she darted over to me.

  “Why didn’t you answer the phone!” She shoved me. It was light as hell though, so I didn’t move.

  “I didn’t hear or feel it, Camarih. Fuck is wrong with you?” I yanked her toward me since she’d tried to switch off.

  “I told you what Prince had planned, and then you come here all late while not answering the phone!” She was pissed as fuck.

  “I said I was gon’ be here at ten p.m. It’s ten thirty p.m., Camarih.”

  “So.” She whimpered.

  Bringing her into me, I said, “You honestly thought his bitch ass had got me?”

  “I didn’t know. It’s not like you have security or anything. You just go out, with no one watching you, no bulletproof car, no—”

  I kissed her.

  “Let’s go then so you won’t be fucking tripping on me. Damn, I thought you had more faith in yo’ nigga.” I started leading her off.

  “I do, but you can still get shot and die like the rest of us.” She gripped my hand tightly. “He’s offering one million dollars.”

  “I know, Buttascotch; you told me. Scary ass.” I removed my shirt as she watched. “You told him to meet you tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “What you say?” I started to change into some all black clothes like she had on.

  “That I was sorry about what I did to him. I was tired of you and needed someone to talk to and how he was always a good listener.”

  “Why you have to say all that? Why you couldn’t just tell cuz you wanted to see him or something simpler!”

  “I had to make it real.”

  “Now I’m gon’ have to beat this nigga’s ass before anything even happens so he know you was bullshitting.”

  “You told me to do this, Houston.”

  “Yeah, well quit fucking listening to me all the fucking time.” I shook my head, irritated as fuck about her texting that nigga all that shit.

  “I’m sorry.” She giggled.

  Rising from the bed after putting my shoes on, I said, “It’s all good. I’m just gon’ have to fuck you harder than usual tonight.” I got a nice grip of her ass as I walked by.

  We left out to my car and drove out to my old crib where Prince was supposed to meet with Camarih. I knew the only way I could get his ass alone to murk him was through her, because if the nigga met up with me, he’d have security on his ass deep.

  We got to my old spot about ten minutes before he was supposed to show up and kept the lights off inside. I’d already covered the couch in plastic.

  Camarih and I sat down in the bedroom together, on the edge of the bed.

  “You wanna pop him?” I looked over at her, and she shook her head ‘no’.

  “Why?”

  “I can’t kill someone. I’m too nice.”

  Kissing the corner of her mouth slowly, I said, “You sure? I don’t mind murking his ass. Shit, I’ve wanted to since I first seen you, but I know you hate the nigga more than me.”

  She stared down at the piece in my hand, blinking a lot.

  “What if I do it wrong and shoot myself?”

  Laughing, I made her stand up. Getting behind her small frame, I placed the gun in her hands. She seemed a bit afraid, so I kissed her neck then her cheek, making her smile.

  “It’s simple. Just aim and shoot. And if you fuck up, I can come out and finish the job.”

  “No, I don’t wanna be out there alone, because I’m gonna end up fighting him.”

  “That’s fine. And if he touches you, he’s dead. I got you.”

  We waited for about five more minutes before the doorbell sounded off. Camarih got up and walked to go answer as I listened in. I made sure to peek out the bedroom door so I could watch this nigga.

  “Who house is this?” Prince questioned.

  “Don’t worry about it and stop; sit down.” She pointed to the couch.

  “I was so happy you called me and— whoa! Camarih!” He damn near climbed up the couch when she pulled the gun out on his ass. I laughed subtly because she was wasting no fucking time.

  “I called you here to kill you, dummy. Did you honestly think I was going to get back with you? After what you did?”

  When I saw him hop up for the door, I darted out, decking his ass in the face.

  “Fuck!” He damn near screamed like a bitch in the midst of his nose cracking. “I think my shit is broke! I can’t breathe!”

  “Get yo’ hoe ass up.” I snatched him by his collar and threw him onto the couch. “And all them texts was fake, muthafucka,” I had to let his ass know.

  “Camarih, come on. I already suffered when you stabbed me. Don’t do this. I’m sorry for what I did. I was young.” He begged as I guarded the door. I didn’t wanna interfere too much. I was here to beat this nigga’s ass and kill him off if needed.

  “I want you to suffer more. The same way I did when you thought it was a good idea to kill my boyfriend.”

  “Okay, but listen—”

  PHEW!

  She sent one through his stomach, and when she bucked her eyes at me. I smiled, giving her a nod of approval.

  That stomach shot had that nigga crying like a newborn. You could see the pain in his face and the joy Camarih got from seeing it.

  “Here. You can do the rest.” She reached the gun out to me, so I walked from the door to take it.

  “No, no, no, no! Camarih! Come on!” Prince screeched, in panic mode because I was taking over.

  “You can go to the car,” I told her.

  “Arrggghhh!” He screamed when she kicked him near his wound.

  “Isn’t this funny, Prince? You killed my man to become my man, but all you did was help me find a new man that I really, really love. And now he’s gonna kill you. Funny how things work.” She winked as he cried and tried to talk over her.

  Soon as she left, I made a couple calls to have the scene handled and some other shi
t while he cried like the biggest bitch, due to pain and fear.

  “Please, man—”

  “You can kill all that begging. I don’t give a fuck about shit,” I let him know, and he broke down into even more tears.

  “I just hope you know she ain’t loyal to you like you think, bruh.” He sniffled. “My boss Stallion was giving her money and shit while she was pregnant with yo’ baby.”

  “Nigga, shut the fuck up.”

  “I swear to—”

  PHEW! PHEW!

  I put two right through his head then went to the car to wait with Camarih for my people. They got here quickly as shit and finished handling business in less than thirty minutes. After that, we took our asses straight home to shower, since my sister had Baby Cuz for the night.

  “How you feel?” I asked Camarih while letting the water run over us.

  “Turned on.”

  “Oh word?”

  “I told you I like seeing you fuck niggas up. When you clocked him like that, I was ready to pounce on you.” She started massaging my dick.

  “Do that shit then.” I scooped her ass up abruptly, making her smile salaciously, before I brought her down onto my dick as she whimpered.

  For the next twenty minutes, I murdered the pussy right in the shower.

  A few days later…

  “If everything goes according to plan, the tour should only last a couple of months. Most of the venues have agreed; we just gotta get the last few on the list,” I explained to Eitan as we sat in the studio.

  “Sounds good, and the money is sounding even better.” He rubbed his hands together, just as someone started beating loudly as fuck on the studio door.

  “Hold up.” I made sure my gun was on me as I left the studio room to go see who was trying to die tonight. “What the fuck—”

  “Mr. Houston Terranova?” A nigga in all black asked. Behind him were about ten other muthafuckas dressed exactly like him.

  “Yeah, what the fuck is this about?”

  “We’ve been informed that drugs were or are on the premises. Excuse me.” He stepped inside, but I blocked him.

  “Nah, what the fuck! I need some paperwork!” I barked.