She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 3

by Shvonne Latrice

All the shit Rubie said had me feeling some type of way, especially when she said Frida was very friendly with other niggas. It only reminded me how she admitted to having other friends. Occasionally, I glanced around the large ass club, wondering if it was one of these niggas.

  Her set was over after Nipsey’s song, so she rushed to the back. I hit her ass with a text to let her know I was here, so by the time she returned to the floor fifteen minutes later, she strutted right to my section.

  “Hey.” She smiled, walking over to me happily.

  She was in a blue fit that left nothing to the imagination, and her hair was on top of her head instead of under that blonde wig.

  “’Sup.” I let my hands grace her small hips.

  “I didn’t know you were coming. You want a dance?” She lowered down into my lap, touching my face and pecking me.

  “You told Rubie you wouldn’t care if I stopped fucking with you?” I had to know.

  “I mean, I said what I said so I wouldn’t come between you two.” She shrugged.

  “So is that how you feel, is what I’m asking you.”

  “I like you, but we’re supposed to be friends. I know you love Rubie, so it’s no point in me trying to do anything with you.”

  “What if I want you to try?” I hugged her tightly, pressing her chest against mine.

  “Like be your girlfriend?”

  I did love Rubie, I’d figured that out, but I couldn’t sit around and be lonely over her games. And if she really loved me, which she’s never even admitted to, then she wouldn’t let my daughter with Holli keep us apart. But maybe her ass didn’t love me. Shit, she’d told me on multiple occasions that she wasn’t interested.

  By saying that, I wasn’t about to keep another female I liked at bay over Rubie’s bipolar actions. I would be mad as fuck if while I was sitting here waiting for Rubie, some other nigga snatched Frida up.

  “Yeah, like my girlfriend.”

  “You sure? Me? I’m a stripper from Watts.”

  We snickered before I pressed my lips to hers.

  “Yeah, I’m fucking sure. But if you agree, you can’t work here no more. I can’t have my girl dancing for a living.”

  “Damn, already making rules?” She looked around. “This is just how I make a living, so I don’t think I can quit.”

  “I got you. Didn’t you say you wanted to go to nursing school or something? Let me help you.”

  “Eitan—”

  “And I’m going on tour soon. I need my girl to come.”

  “What the hell would I do while you’re on tour?”

  “Turn up, shop, fuck me, and whatever else you wanna do. I’m the only one working while we go.”

  “Okay, but are you sure? You’re not like asking me this to get back at Rubie or because you just like fucking me, right?”

  “It’s def not the first one, but the second one is part of it. I like you though. I don’t just make random women my girlfriend either, just because the sex is good.”

  “Then I accept.”

  “Good, and cut them fucking friends off. Them niggas up in here?” I looked around.

  “Don’t worry about it. I guess I should go get dressed then so we can go, right?”

  “Yeah. The way you was dancing up there had me feeling a type of way.” I smacked her ass when she stood up, causing her to chuckle.

  “Be right back.” She leaned down to kiss me.

  Being Rubie’s plaything was for the birds.

  10

  Jilly

  “This movie better be good, Jilly.” Nehemiah got comfortable in his seat. We were all the way in the back of the pretty empty theater.

  “I mean, this is my first time seeing it too, so how would I know if it’s whack or not?” I moved the armrest from being in between us and leaned on him. He smelled so good, and I loved feeling him put his arm around me.

  I knew I wasn’t supposed to be around him, but I couldn’t help myself. Anytime I was awake, he was on my mind, even to the point where I dreamed about him when it was time to close my eyes at night. Was I obsessed?

  “That month is coming up, you know,” he reminded me.

  “I know.” I kept my head on him, trying to focus on the screen, even though nothing was showing but ads. “Are you really done with your baby mama?” I had to ask.

  “Yeah, I been told you. Tired of the back and forth shit, and I found somebody I wanna try a relationship with.”

  Lifting my head, I kissed him slowly. I wanted him badly.

  “Me too.”

  The previews started, so we stopped talking and got comfortable. About half an hour into the movie, I was feeling pretty frisky, so I started playing with his dick before pulling it out.

  “Jilly…” Nehemiah looked up and down the aisle we were seated on, even though he knew no one was here.

  “Calm down.” I tittered, stroking his dick until it hardened. I was salivating just looking at it grow.

  I could feel him watching me as I took his dick into my mouth. I started using my best moves, letting my saliva build up as I sucked it at a medium pace, letting my tongue graze the sides at some points. I knew he was trying to stifle his moans, so I put in extra work until he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

  “Jilly, damn.”

  I pulled away when I could feel him about to nut and stroked his dick the rest of the way until he came onto the napkins I was holding. Exhausted, Nehemiah sat there limp, while I continued to clean him off.

  Simpering, I kissed his lips before getting up to go wash my hands, then use my portable toothbrush and paste. When I came back, we finished the movie, kissing here and there.

  “See, it wasn’t that bad,” I said as we walked to the car holding hands.

  “It was aight, I guess.”

  “You’re such a hater that you can’t even admit to liking something I picked out. It’s okay. I have confidence.”

  “So look.” He pinned me up against his car. “I think it’s pretty obvious who you wanna be with, so make a decision early.”

  “Early?”

  Why did he have to ruin the moment with this? Why couldn’t he just let this flow naturally until I could figure out my feelings and how to deal with Vernon?

  “Like right now.” He cut into my thoughts.

  “I can’t right now, Nehemiah. I need that full month that you promised me.”

  “For what? Is it that fucking hard? If so, then maybe we should forget the shit. I know I wanna be with you, but if you’re still iffy, then never mind.” He backed away from me, and when I tried to touch him, he moved.

  “I’m not iffy. I just can’t choose at the moment. In fact, I have to go.” I felt my phone buzzing in my purse, and most likely it was Vernon. I’d told him I was working.

  “Yep, go ahead. And don’t hit me up no more.”

  “Nehemiah—”

  “Nah, I don’t play games, Jilly. I knew this shit was a bad idea from the first time I fucked you. So go back to yo’ nigga.”

  “No!” I grabbed his arm, but he kept trying to pull away. “No, I want you, it’s just that I’m married!”

  I panicked and didn’t know what to say to make him stay for a second so that I could make sure he didn’t go home mad with me.

  “What?” He frowned, looking me up and down. I saw in his face that my statement did nothing to help this situation.

  I was crying hard by this time.

  “I married him, and if I make him mad, he’s going to tell my brother about it. Tony cannot find out, so I have to keep my husband happy right now.”

  “Jilly, I gotta go.”

  “Nehemiah, no, do not leave.” I grabbed onto his jacket sleeve.

  “You been on some fuck shit from day one.” He snatched from me then rounded his car to get in on the driver’s side.

  “Nehemiah!” I screeched, banging on his window and yanking the door handle.

  As soon as I moved a slight inch, he sped out of the parking lot, leaving me there to cry l
ike a weak bitch.

  The next afternoon…

  I was tired of Brielle ignoring me, so I chose to go up to her job. I’d already called prior and asked her co-worker what time she went to lunch so that I’d know when to be here.

  As soon as I saw her leave the building, I got out of my car, locked the doors, and rushed to block her pathway.

  “Jilly, you scared the shit out of me.” She stopped for a second but then kept on walking.

  “Sorry. Where have you been?” I followed her.

  “I’ve been working. I’m trying to get a promotion, so I don’t have much free time.”

  “Brielle.” I grabbed her arm to make her face me since she was trying to get into her car. “What the hell is wrong with you? Ever since Houston started dating Camarih, you’ve been acting weird. Then when the baby came, you completely cut me off.”

  “You have her now, so you don’t need me.”

  “I can have you both. I just don’t get it. She’s never done anything to you, and you haven’t even tried to get to know her. Houston proposed, and he is going to marry her. You need to come around.”

  “No, I don’t. You can leave now. I only have so much time for my lunch.”

  “You’re acting like he’s your man or something!”

  “Because he was!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Houston and I used to fuck all the time, Jilly.” She chuckled maniacally when I stepped away out of shock. “Yes, before our parents met and even after for a while. I was in love with him, probably still am, but now he’s playing house with her. So excuse me if it’s bothersome. Good day.”

  And with that, she got in her car, leaving me stunned. There was no damn way this nasty shit was true…

  Camarih

  That same afternoon…

  I was having lunch with Star because she’d invited me out. We’d gotten pretty cool overtime, but it was weird knowing that Jilly was smitten with her child’s father.

  Star had already explained to me that they were having problems and how much she still loved him, so it was pretty awkward for me to see Jilly blushing in my face about her new side boo. I didn’t have time for this shit.

  “How have you been? Especially since that news.” Star drank some of her iced latte.

  We were at this cute place named Carrera Cafe on Melrose. They always sold fresh salads, sandwiches, and other healthy eats that didn’t make me feel like I’d failed my clean eating diet.

  “What news?”

  “About Prince being murdered. I couldn’t believe they found him with his head burst open, in front of his house.” Star shook her head.

  “Oh right, yeah. It was sad, but I’ve got my own problems.”

  Star paused for a moment, looking at me strangely, but then nodded.

  “I get it. Can’t be too sad about the ex when you’ve got a new man.” She ate some of her sandwich. “Speaking of men, guess who’s acting right now?”

  “Uh, baby daddy?”

  “Yep. Well, we’re not back together, really, but we’re still fucking, and he agreed to work on things.”

  See, this was the shit I didn’t want to know. Was I supposed to mention Jilly right now? Or was I supposed to mention this information to Jilly? What the fuck!

  “Oh well, that’s nice.”

  “It is. He told me he was dating some bitch, but I have no idea who. He hangs with Tony, so did he say anything to you about who Nehemiah was interested in?”

  “Not that I can recall, no.”

  I felt so bad for lying, but what the hell was I supposed to say? Jilly was like my little sister, and Star was cool. I knew how much she loved Nehemiah, and they had a baby together. I didn’t want her trying to fight Jilly though.

  “Hmm.” She looked into the street at the passing cars. “I just hope he’s completely done with her because if I find her, I’m going to fuck her up. It’s obvious the man has a family.”

  “Yes, but maybe she doesn’t know that. Or maybe she thinks things are over between you two, which it was for a while, right?”

  “Yes, but you know how things go. You break up but don’t really break up. You will see once you’ve been with Tony longer.”

  “I’ve been with him long enough, and no, we don’t do the breakup stuff. We never will.” I stabbed my salad and ate some more.

  “Lucky you. I just can’t wait to get my ring like you have.” She tapped it, making me smile at its large size and blinding diamonds.

  “Yeah, my baby did good.” I smirked.

  I finished lunch with Star, and since we’d stopped talking about Jilly and relationships, it was nice. I really liked Star and hoped everything worked out for everyone, without me having to be a messenger of any kind.

  It was 2 p.m. in the afternoon, and I was supposed to meet Tony not too far from this area. It only took me about eight minutes to arrive to some big spot made of white bricks. The doors were glass, and from what I could see while parallel parking, it was quite spacious inside.

  Getting out, I double checked to be sure this was the right address before going inside. Tony was already in there, and when he saw me, he lit up. I loved when that happened.

  “What is this? This better not be a damn wedding venue, because it needs to be much bigger.”

  “Nah, this is your facial spa shit.” He neared me, hugging my body.

  “In this exact spot?”

  “Yep. A lot of traffic and a lot of muthafckas with money in that mix of traffic.”

  “I know!” I held the sides of my face while grinning.

  “Your name is on the deed too.”

  “Oooh, I have real estate in my name now?” I hugged his neck before we kissed.

  “Exactly. We need to christen this muthafucka though.”

  “Where?”

  “They got a backroom.” He lifted me to carry me toward it as I laughed.

  I couldn’t believe I had my very own spa. Now all I had to do was actually open it.

  Tony Wacko

  Like I knew, them muthafuckas who’d done that raid fucked up a lot of my shit, so I had to have it replaced. What I really wanted to do was get out and find the muthafuckas who put the word out on me, but I had to handle business first. All that other shit had to be done on my fucking free time. I had a muthafucka in mind though.

  “It looks like nothing ever happened in here.” Eitan appeared in the doorway of the studio room I was inspecting.

  “Yeah, but the money I had to spend reminds my ass that some bullshit did happen. Fuck you doing here?”

  “I wanted to talk to you about business.”

  “Talk.” I folded my arms.

  “Remember how I brought you Holli? I think I got somebody else you gon’ like or at least wanna listen to.”

  “Pull ’em up on yo’ phone.”

  “Nah, they don’t have a presence yet. Just meet them and see.”

  “I don’t have time to just meet muthafuckas and see.” I stepped around him to leave, and he trailed me.

  “What if I pay yo—”

  “Eitan, no. My fucking time is more valuable than money, aight? Fuck out of here with that shit.” I stepped off the sidewalk to get in my car, and he did the same, obviously peeved, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  My phone rang in my pocket, and I saw it was the nigga I went to, to detail or fix my car when I needed.

  “’Sup, Cam.”

  “Aye, ya girl’s old car is still here. I didn’t know if you wanted to come get anything out before we break it down completely.”

  “Yeah, let me roll through there right quick and look around the shit.”

  “Aight, cool.”

  Since the shop Cam worked at was around the corner, I went straight there, parking my shit right outside of the garage.

  “It’s right over there.” He pointed with his free hand while dapping me up with the other.

  “Good looking out.”

  I trucked it over that way and started to
look in the back seats, the trunk, and then the front. While looking under the passenger seat, I saw what appeared to be a check, so I grabbed it up.

  Shutting the door, I opened it to read and saw it was written out to Camarih from Stallion.

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

  That nigga Prince’s words popped up in my head as I read the check over and over, blinking repeatedly as my blood boiled.

  Both Camarih and this nigga Stallion had me fucked up, and it was about to be a muthafuckin war.