by Erica Dyer
“Yeah, I peeped that. The nigga only worried about pussy and using her ass.”
“Right!”
“I’m hit up the twins and get this situation handled asap.”
“Bet. Call me later. I’m going back to sleep.”
“Hoe, where all the kids?”
“School, with their aunt, and with Trevor, I got this house to myself, and I’m enjoying the silence,” Eboni said, hanging up on me.
I pulled up to my house and was shocked to see my husband’s car in the driveway.
“Bishop, you here?” I yelled, walking into the condo.
“Yeah, I’m in Bri’ Bri’ room. Why she not here, and where you been?” he asked before I could get to the damn room.
“Well, hello to you too, she’s with my sisters. Why?”
“Kei’sha, you got my daughter with your gun-toting, firebug ass sisters?” he yelled.
“First of all, you need to calm down and stop all that screaming, and Bri’annna usually stays with her gun-toting mother and father, so what’s the difference?”
“Whatever, man,” he said with a little attitude, walking away from me.
“Bankz!”
“Now Kei’ you know, you don’t call me that.”
“I know my husband Bishop isn’t standing in front of me, so I must be looking at Bankz. Now you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?”
“Kei’, you know I love you right, and I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose?”
“Yeah, I know that. What’s wrong?” He was starting to scare me a little.
“Nothing’s wrong, so look, when we were in Mexico, we went to this bar, and this girl brushed up on me and was like about to suck my dick, but I stopped her.” Bishop looked like he was about to cry.
“Fuck you tell me this shit for Bankz. It’s cool, I’m not giving any up, and you got needs. It’s cool.”
“Kei’ come on now, it’s not like that, and it didn’t even go that far.”
“I said it’s cool. I’m about to head out. I’ll see you later.” I let go of his hand and walked towards the front door.
“Yo Kei, come on, it’s not that serious. We can talk about this shit. I swear nothing happened.” His words fell on death's ears. Getting in my car, I drove aimlessly for a while, just thinking. Did I believe my husband? Yeah, but I still was pissed and hurt. The fact that a bitch got that close to him was fucking with me. I ended up going over to my mother’s house since that’s where Bri’ Bri was at. Bishop called and texted, but I refused to answer the phone. At first, I was going to tell my mom what was going on, but I figured it was no need because I was going back home to my husband, and there was no need to bring others into our drama. Around 3 am I walked into my home with my daughter. Putting her down in her crib, I walked back into the kitchen and took out the biggest pot we had. I filled it up with ice and cold water. I walked into the room I shared with my husband, and I dumped the entire pot on his ass.
“What the fuck,” he screamed, jumping up out of bed.
“The next time, it’s going be boiling water. Don’t ever in your life play with me. I don’t care if nothing happened. She shouldn’t even got the chance to get that close with your simple ass.” I threw the pot at his head and walked out of the room. I heard it hit the wall; he must have ducked. That night I slept in my daughter’s room and prayed this was the first- and last-time temptations would test my marriage.
“Bishop, if you call me one more, I promise you I’m getting a divorce.” I hung up on him. This was the third time he called since I’ve been out of the house. We still weren’t on the best terms, I mostly ignored him, and he tried his hardest to get me to talk to him. It’s been about a week since he came back from Mexico, and all he did was buy me stuff and apologize. Honestly, he was wearing me down, but I refused to let him know that.
“Come on, Bri ‘Bri’ let’s get this over with so we can get back home before I kill your father.”
We were here to get her ears pierced, finally. Bishop wanted to get her VVS yellow diamonds. I tried to convince him there was no point in spending all that money on her first pair of earrings, but he wasn’t feeling it.
“Damn, she’s beautiful,” some guy said, walking up behind me.
“Thank you,” I said, being nice.
“Maybe her mom will let me take both of them to lunch.”
“Nah, son, keep it moving.”
We both turned to see Sin towering over the guy.
“My bad big man.” The guy walked away.
“Sin, what are you doing here?”
“Came to make sure my goddaughter was good. Why you got these cheap ass clothes on her?” he questioned, taking Bri’annna out of my hands with a little attitude.
“It’s nothing wrong with Baby Gap Sin. Did Bishop send you here?”
“Nah, I was with my shorty when I saw cornball trying to mack. Fuck he was in your face for Keidi?”
Keidi is what Sin called me. I have no idea why so don’t ask.
“Your shorty? When you start going out in public with chicks?”
I asked. Sin never, and I mean never was seen out in public with any woman that wasn’t family.
“Don’t worry about me, Keidi, worry about if that nigga you were talking to will live to see tomorrow.”
“The man came up to me 5 seconds before you. What did you want me to do? Shoot him for talking to me.”
“Right in his fucking dome. I’m taking Bri’ to Nordstrom’s; we’ll meet you back in the food court in an hour.”
“Sin, don’t buy her another damn piece of clothes. I swear I’ll fight you, and she’s cranky because she just got her ears pierced.”
“Girl, back up, I got my fat momma. Come on, Breezy, so we can get you out of these cheap ass clothes. I bet your da-da don’t know she put this ugly shit on you,” he said, talking to Bri’ like she knew what he was saying.
He walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the damn mall by myself. I walked and sat down in one of those massage chairs. I put a $5 bill in it and closed my eyes. Feeling the vibration and pressure going down my back woke something up in me I haven’t felt in a year. I jumped up because I damn near had an orgasm in the fucking chair. Reaching for my phone, I sent my husband a text even though he was still on my shit list.
Me: meet me at the house in an hour.
My World: What’s wrong?
Me: Just be at the damn house in an hour, damn!
My World: Say less.
I called Sin and asked could he watch Bri’ for the rest of the day. He agreed to keep her till tomorrow. Sin had a nursey put together the day Bishop asked him to be Bri’annna’s Godfather. She literally had a room and everyone’s house.
Even Eboni and Trevor had a room for her, and they have six damn kids.
I made a beeline to Victoria's Secret and picked up something sexy to put on; it was time to remind Bishop why he fell in love with me. Rushing to the condo, I took a hoe bath and shaved as quickly as possible without cutting my damn self. When I got out of the bathroom, I lotion myself down, went into Bishop's private weed stash, rolled him up a blunt, and walked down the steps to meet him at the door. I decided to ditch the lingerie and stood at the door naked. I heard Bishop turning the doorknob.
“Man, don’t be having none of your hoes around my daughter.”
I couldn’t hear Sin’s response, but Bishop hung up the phone as soon as he saw me.
“Damn Kei’ this how are you coming?”
“I haven’t even begun to cum yet. Let’s go.”
Walking back to our room, I undressed Bishop and made him lay on the bed.
“Here, I passed him the blunt I rolled. Smoke it while I handle him,” I demanded, pointing to his hard dick.
“Kei, baby, no doubt I’m happy as hell, but I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to because of what happened in Mexico.”
Instead of talking, I took my tongue and licked the shaft of his dick, licking the
head as well, making sure to get all the pre-cum that oozed out of it.
“Shhhhh Kei, baby, that feel so good.”
I lowered my mouth over his shaft. I made sure my mouth was wet. Bishop’s dick was touching the back of my throat, causing me to gag a little. I forgot how big this motherfucker was. Taking my left hand and placing it on his dick, I started sucking and jerking him off at the same time, making his shit wet and sloppy.
“Fuck, Kei, yes damn do that shit, you nasty bitch.”
I loved hearing Bishop call me a bitch while I was giving him head. It made me super wet. I started going faster and faster using both hands now.
“Kei, I’m about to cum.”
“Cum right in my mouth, daddy.”
“Oh, my godddddd,” Bishop screamed like a damn banshee.
After I was done pleasing my man orally, I laid down next to him and just listened to his heartbeat.
“Oh no, get that ass up, come take this ride.”
“I was giving your old ass a chance to catch your breath.”
“Oh really, my old ass huh, say less.”
Before I knew it, Bishop was up and gripping my ankles.
“I’m going to show you old, spread them legs.”
This man put my legs on his shoulders, lifting my bottom half off the bed and bringing my pussy to his lips.
“Bishop, what are you doing?” I got no response, at least not in a verbal way.
Bishop started kissing my thighs and the outside of my cat, pausing to blow on it.
“Damn, that feels so good.”
Flicking his tongue over my clit, Bishop was teasing me. He kept sucking on my clit, then stopping, taking his finger and putting it in me, then taking it out.
“Bishop, if you don’t stop playing with me, I’m going to kill you.”
“Damn so violent. I got you, babe hold on.”
With that said, he dived his head in my creamy middle, not stopping until I came multiple times and begging him to stop.
“Baby, please stop, oh my god, please, I can’t take it, put me down.”
“What you say? Didn’t you call me old?”
“I’m sorry, Bishop, damn.”
He let my legs down, and I tried to slow my breathing down when this man flipped me over and spread my checks. Thinking he was about to enter me, I prepared for the pain, but oh no, he stuck his tongue down the crack of my ass. Rubbing my cheeks as he made love to my ass with his mouth. It felt so damn good. I never had this done before, hell how did Bishop know about this? Oh, shit, do that again, I thought to myself as he put his finger in my hole while licking around it. I felt a trembling in my stomach I never felt.
“Bishop, something not right, my body feels so crazy.”
“Just let it go, Kei,” he said, applying more pressure.
“OH, MY GODDDDDD,” I screamed as I came so hard my body felt weak, and had I been standing up, I’m sure I would have fallen. After that, I blacked out.
“Kei, baby, you good?”
I woke up to Bishop standing over top of me with a glass of water in his hand.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I replied sluggishly. Damn, it felt like I was drunk or something.
“How long I’ve been out?”
“About 30 minutes. I put a hurting on that lil cat, huh. And you didn’t even get the dick yet.”
“Bishop, where did you learn how to do all that stuff?”
“Porn Hub and Red Tube.”
“You sure that’s all?”
“Kei’, don’t do that; you know this dick belongs to your ass. Now get up and ride this motherfucker so I can go to sleep.”
“You sure about that?”
“Kei, don’t do that. I told you nothing happened with that damn girl.”
“Calm down. I was just joking, now sit back and enjoy this ride, old man.”
Bishop
The last few months have been crazy. Between this new operation, reconnecting with my family, my daughter, and my wife, a nigga was losing it. I was flying out every week damn near to get this business the way I like it. The workers were solid, and it wasn’t much I needed to change, but the operation was larger than I expected. In the last six months alone, I’ve traveled to New York, California, Mexico, Florida, Jersey, and South Dakota. Like who the fuck sells drugs in South Dakota. It was a lot, and my wife was not the biggest fan of my world tour.
“Yo, Dam, your sister is going kill me if I’m late for this photoshoot,” I said as we were sitting in the warehouse.
Kei’ set up this photoshoot when Bri’ was six months but I had to go out of town, so she rescheduled it to today, and if I missed it, I mine as well pack my shit. We were cool now, but every time I pack my suitcase, her little eyes started to roll, and the attitude followed.
“Man, that’s Sin big ass over there caking up on the phone with his shorty.”
“Man fuck you, ain't nobody caking. I just made one phone call. This nigga be on the phone all day every day with Kei,’ and nobody says anything, but the minute I make one phone call, it’s a problem,” Sin said, catching a little attitude.
“Yoo, this bitch must be special. She got you going to bat for her,” I joked. Sin never shows interest in a bitch besides smashing.
“Don’t call Lay a bitch!” he barked.
“Nigga did you say Lay as in Laylani Williams as in Kei’sha’s cousin/godsister?”
“Bankz, I swear if you tell your wife, I promise you, I’m shooting your half breed ass.”
“Yeah, whatever, you just better do right by her, or Kei’sha will have your ass.”
“That’s what I want to talk to y’all about. Lay got this nut as ex by the name of GM. The nigga just got out and been in Lay ass on some; you owe me money shit. Bankz, I need you to get some intel on the nigga for me,” Sin explained.
“How you wanna do this?” I asked, ready to go to war for my family.
“I want the nigga brought to me alive. I’ll let my Goodie handle his bitch ass,” Sin requested, standing up.
“Who the fuck is Goodie,” me and Dam asked at the same time.
“Lay, damn! That’s what I call her. Just get the shit done,” Sin said, walking out the warehouse. I got my ass up and left too. Let me get my ass to this photoshoot before my wife kills me.
“I can’t believe this shit,” I heard Kei’sha saying coming from the bathroom in our room. I had just walked in from another trip and was dead tired. I heard Kei’ and Lay talking, so instead of screaming her name, I got quiet and just listened.
“Bitch, you just like Eboni fertile ass,” I heard Lay say as I stood in the doorway of our bedroom.
“Shut up. I’m not ready for another child yet. Bri’annna just turned one. My husband is in and out of the state like he’s a damn flight attendant and has a whole drug empire he’s running. I would be damn near a single mother with two kids. Nope, I’m not keeping this one,” Kei’sha spoke like a person I never even met.
“Now you know Bishop is not having that shit.”
“What Bishop doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Kei’ replied, walking out the bedroom and smack dap into me.
“Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you talking about killing my seed,” I said, looking at her like she was the scum of the Earth.
“Bisssshop, I don’t think we are ready for another baby just yet. We can try again in a year,” she suggested, looking scared and nervous.
“Kei, if you kill my seed, that’s the end of us. On some real shit.” I told her as serious as I could be. I promise you as much as I love Kei’ killing my seed was not an option.
“Bishop, can you please turn the music down? I’m trying to put Bri’annna down for her nap.”
“Are you going to talk to me about my baby you are trying to kill?” I questioned as I sipped my double shot of Hennessy.
“Can we skip the dramatics’ today, Bishop damn!”
“Kei’ on some real shit, you got me fucked up. How you get to decide what happens to
my child without talking with me?” I was pissed at this point.
“Bishop, we have a daughter that barely sees you, three days out the week you on a world tour, then when you are in town, you’re either at the warehouse, the club, or one of the other fucking businesses you own. I’m not raising another kid by myself.”
“By yourself, by your fucking self Kei’ how you sound? All the shit I do is for you and Bri’annna, and you think I give two fucks about this empire? I will give this shit up and move to a fucking farm with you and ten fucking kids! You the one on some selfish shit. Man, fuck this, I’m out.” I grabbed my jacket and left out. I rode around for a while then ended up on Baltimore Street. By now, I was drunk and pissed the fuck off. I stepped into the 2 o’clock club and got a VIP section.
“Yo, Bankz, what are you doing out in these streets?” My nigga fat Norm walked up to my section with a bad-looking shorty on his arm.
“Shit, I’m trying to get like you,” I said, slurring my words.
“Where your friends at, lil momma?” I was really feeling myself cause I don’t even talk like that.
“Bankz, how about you come with me upstairs to the private room.” Some light skin shorty with a fat ass said, grabbing my hand.
“Fuck yeah,” I responded, slapping her ass as she walked in front of me.
Before I could get to the room, I was slapped on the back of my neck.
“What the fuck?” I said, turning around, ready to shoot a motherfucker.
“You lucky I didn’t shoot your ass, fuck you doing here, Bankz?”
I looked up, and it was Paul's big emotional ass.
“Ask your damn sister why I’m here. She wanna be killing babies and shit.”
“Bankz, get your ass up and go home.”
“After I get my dick wet, maybe I’ll get this chick pregnant. You’ll keep my baby, wouldn’t you?” I was talking reckless at this point, but I didn’t give a fuck. I changed for Kei’sha, and she wanted to kill my seed because a nigga had to work?
“Nigga, get the fuck up and go home.”
“Paul, fuck you, my G.”
“Bet. Hey shorty, put the word out nobody dances with this nigga, or I’m killing everybody in here,” Paul said, lifting his shirt to show his .45.