by Kelly, Marie
Surge shrugged, and I smirked at him.
“What? No chick to hit up?”
I knew what my brother was like. He had a girl—somewhat—and they had an understanding, so he was free to do him. And, that he did. Surge liked to fuck around. He always said that he never ate the same meal twice in a week, so why should he fuck the same pussy?
“Nah, I’m tired of these chicks running. They all want it but can’t handle it, and I’m not in the mood to train nobody on how to take dick. I’m about to hit up some smoke and take my ass home. I got some shit to handle tomorrow with my boys,” he let me know, and I laughed at him.
“For real, Wrath. Waste of my fucking time. I don’t have time to play with my dick. If I pull that shit out, it’s getting used, just like my gun,” he said, and we laughed together.
“Cool, say no more.”
“What about you?” Surge asked and took the blunt from me.
“I’m going to go check on KeKe.”
I hadn’t seen my baby girl since yesterday. Tracking these niggas took up a lot of my time, and I didn’t like to be around her when I was in beast mode.
“Alright, nigga. Be good,” Surge said, and I smirked.
“Something like that.”
We slapped hands and climbed in our cars before going off in different directions.
It took me forty minutes to get to the house that I had set up for Brittany and Keyanna. I made sure to have them far away from the hood and where we ran our business.
When I turned the car off and looked up at the house, all I could remember was seeing Brittany’s picture on the wall. Thankfully, KeKe’s wasn’t on there too, but I knew that didn’t mean shit.
All I could do was pray that these niggas didn’t get at my baby girl because my temper was likely to wipe out half of New York like an atomic bomb. And, trust me, I had it in me. I wasn’t the type of nigga who just killed you; I erased your whole existence like you were never born, right down to the fucking pet fish. I didn’t give a fuck.
Nowadays, I tried to control that anger for my daughter’s sake, but it looked like motherfuckers wanted me to show them why they called me Wrath.
Sighing, I exited my car and headed into the house using my keys. It was late at night, so I knew my daughter was asleep, so I headed to her room just to kiss her on the forehead.
Looking down at her sleeping peacefully, I ran a finger down the side of her beautiful, chocolate face. She had my skin tone, slanted eyes, and thick lips, but she had her mother’s long, curly hair and nose.
A perfect mix of both of us.
After planting a few kisses on her face, making sure not to wake her up, I headed to the bedroom where Brittany was.
When I slowly pushed the door open, I saw that she was awake and sitting up in bed.
“I heard your car,” she said, and I nodded while stepping inside and closing the door behind me.
“You wanna tell me why you felt the need to tell Renee about us fucking around?” I wasn’t mad; far from it, I just wanted to know why.
Brittany and I had an understanding. She wasn’t ready to settle down, and I wasn’t into being faithful, if I was really honest. I loved fucking too much for me to stay with one chick.
Britt did her shit, and I did mine, so it made no sense why she felt the need to tell Renee.
Her big, brown eyes studied my face before she looked down at her bed and shrugged. “I don’t know, Wrath.”
“We are not together, Britt. Both of us agreed on that. I thought we had a good thing going on. You do you, and I’m going to do me. As long as I’m fucking you and looking after you, what’s the problem?”
She slowly slid off the bed, and my eyes scanned her sexy ass body. Every time I looked at Brittany, I knew how she got me to slip up and put my daughter in her.
She was fire; 5’7”, brown-skinned, thick in all the right places, and a pretty ass face. No shade, but that was all Britt would ever be to me.
There were a lot of things about her that I didn’t like; being selfish and petty was one of them. No matter what she said, telling Renee was because she was petty and liked to cause drama, which is why if I ever did want to settle down, it wouldn’t be with her.
The way I was set up, I would be choking her ass out every day.
“I know it was because you want me to yourself, and that’s not cool, Britt. Don’t fuck up our program.”
The shit probably didn’t make any sense what we were doing, but it worked. We got along, my daughter was happy, and we both got a good ass nut at the end of it.
“I just don’t want you to fall for anyone, Wrath. What can I say?”
I threw my head back and chuckled at her. “Never going to happen, but quit all the drama, okay?”
She looked up at me seductively and bit her lip while slowly nodding.
“Yes, daddy.”
I knew what she wanted, and I wasn’t going to deny her. When I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the bed.
Since she was only in a little thin nightdress, I snatched the fucker off and started sucking on her chocolate brown nipples while I rubbed her clit through her thin, lace panties.
Brittany unfastened my pants, and I pushed them down my body after taking a condom from my back pocket.
“Why do we still need to wear these, Wrath?” she asked, and I gave her a funny look.
“Brittany—”
She held up her hands and cut me off. “I know. You don’t want any more kids unless it’s with your wife,” she sadly said.
That was the truth. Although I didn’t regret my daughter, having her with someone I wasn’t with didn’t sit right with me, but I couldn’t force what wasn’t there. Brittany wasn’t the one for me. I didn’t think anyone was, to be honest, so I guess I wasn’t having any more kids.
“You know I love you,” I said.
She scoffed. “You love women, Wrath.”
“It’s the same thing.”
In my mind, it was. I loved women and all that they were. I loved how soft they were, the sound of their voices, the magic they could do in the kitchen, and what they had between their legs. So, yeah, I loved Brittany.
“It’s not,” Brittany said lowly.
“Just know I ain’t getting married or no shit like that, Brittany. You already know me.”
“Can’t stay faithful for shit!” She laughed, and I nodded.
Damn, I was blessed, so why not share that shit?
“Exactly.”
I rolled the condom on, moved her panties to the side, and slid into her.
“Just know you have my daughter and will always have my heart. No one is out there for me. We good.” I groaned.
I put her legs on my shoulders and started to drive my dick in and out of her.
I meant what I said; Brittany had nothing to worry about. There wasn’t anyone out there for me, not that I was looking!
This was me, and I was good.
Meshach ‘Guns’ Ramsey
“I can’t believe this shit!” I hissed and banged my fist on the steering wheel. I was beyond pissed at the shit I had just witnessed with my brothers.
A driver blew their horn at me after I cut them off, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was in a fucking hurry to get to my destination.
As soon as I left my brothers out there, I made one call and headed out.
“Shit!”
I was so fucking pissed that I felt like I was going to explode.
Finally getting to the condo, I parked all fucked up and dashed inside.
“Baby!” my love called out to me.
Any other day, that would have put a smile on a nigga’s face, but not today.
“Why the fuck did you send a fucking gang after my brothers?” I yelled at her, and her smile fell from her face.
There was no mistaking who hired those niggas.
“That’s not what the fuck we agreed on! Are you crazy? What if one of those niggas admitted to knowing me?”
I rubbed a hand down my face and sighed. Mumbling to myself, I dropped on the bed she was lying across.
Her small, warm hands rubbed my shoulder before her arms circled my neck.
“I’m sorry, Guns, but that’s the only way we can be together,” she said, and I released a long breath through my nose.
“Baby, I hear you, but let me think of something. You gotta stop. My brothers are too smart for that, and they will figure it out. Look how it took Wrath seconds to find those niggas.”
I would be the first to admit that my brothers were nothing to play with, especially Wrath.
My brother heard a fucking rumor of niggas coming for us, and forty-eight hours later, he had found the niggas, address and all.
All he had to do was dig a little deeper and find out that I had something to do with it… well that I was connected to the one who did it.
The only thing I was grateful for was that the niggas were smart enough to put my picture up on the wall too, otherwise my brothers would have wanted to know why the fuck only my pic was missing.
If they even fucking noticed!
“Plus, I told you already, I ain’t trying to kill my brothers. That’s not why I’m doing this.”
The weapons we found let me know those niggas planned to kill my brothers. I looked back over my shoulder at my love, and she nodded.
“I’m sorry, Guns. I’m just tired of hiding our love. I thought if I got things moving, we could be together quicker.”
She pouted, knowing I was a sucker for that, and I shook my head.
“I’m tired too, but we gotta be smart,” I advised, and then I sucked passionately on her pouty lips that I loved so much.
Truth be told, my family would probably kill me if they knew who my love was, but my plan wasn’t to kill them. I loved my brothers, I really did. I was just tired of being overlooked and feeling like an outcast. I knew my brothers only dealt with me because I was related to them, and my pops saw me as just a fuck up.
If it wasn’t for my stepmother, Faye, I wouldn’t even be a part of the empire.
When my pops announced that he was going to step down a few years ago, he was originally going to leave it all to Wrath and Surge only. My mama told him he couldn’t do that, and it wasn’t fair to me, so he gave me the weapons to deal with, but under Surge. And then later, he decided to have me trained as a hitta with Legion. It brought in money, and I was good at what I did, but it didn’t bring in half as much money as the drug empire did or the escorting that Wrath later added.
My pops didn’t want me anywhere near the drug empire. In his eyes, I was going to fuck something up, and he didn’t want to take that chance. Nigga wouldn’t even let me collect the motherfucking money from the trap houses, and my brothers saw absolutely nothing wrong with that bullshit.
In their eyes, we were running the Ramsey Empire, but I knew differently. I was never informed of meetings they had or had a say in major decisions. I was just told what was going to happen and when I was needed to defend us like tonight.
But, all in all, Wrath was the king of the whole thing. His word was final, and he still watched over both mine and Surge’s shoulders.
Surge couldn’t give a fuck and liked the idea of Wrath being in control. That was good for him, but I wanted better and more. Plus, with my love being who she was, I couldn’t be no fucking errand boy and staking my claim on her. No, I had to be that nigga to have her, and I was going to be.
She had my back no matter what, and that just made me love her more.
Nobody got me like she did.
My love saw me, and not some fuck up like my family did. If I was to call my dad’s phone now, the first thing he would ask me is what did you do now? However, let Wrath and Surge call him, and he would answer, yes, son!
Granted, I was a little fucker when I was growing up, but I didn’t do shit that my brothers didn’t. In fact, they were worse than me, especially Wrath. The nigga’s name fucking suited him. Whenever someone crossed him, their whole damn family paid, including the fucking pet cat. Wrath wiped you from the earth like you never existed, yet, my father praised him!
“Baby, I love you for what you tried to do, but leave it to me. Okay?” I said to my love, and she nodded.
After hitting me with a smirk, she climbed around me and sat in my lap.
Chuckling at the playful, sad look she gave me, I pulled the dress she had on off her and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Mmmmm, Gunnnsss.” She hissed as I made love to her nipples with my mouth.
Her body started to grind against mine, making my dick instantly wake up. My love’s small hands reached between us, and she unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and slid down on it.
A low growl left my throat as I threw my head back.
“I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking,” she purred before kissing me and sliding her tongue into my mouth.
We passionately kissed while she bounced in my lap.
I grabbed and pulled at her bouncing titties before sucking them into my mouth. Her hands rubbed along my bald head, and she groaned loudly.
“Uhhhhh, shit!” she cried out and gushed on my dick when she came.
Wanting to go deeper, I flipped her onto her back, put her legs over my arms, and started to thrust rapidly into her.
“Yes, Guns! You’re the king, baby!” my love cried out as I relentlessly pounded her pussy.
Her words caused my head to swell and my dick to grow even harder.
She was right. I was the king; the rightful king.
“Fuckkkk, shitt. Fuckkkk!”
As I busted my nut deep into her womb, an idea came to me.
“I have the best idea,” I panted, and my love looked up at me with a huge smile.
“I’m going to get a crew together to fuck shit up, and then I’m going to fix all my brothers’ fuck ups. That will show my pops that I’m ready, and when he makes me the head, you and I can be together.”
Like I said, killing my brothers wasn’t my plan at all. I just needed to make them look incompetent. Once my brothers failed, I was going to step in and show my pops that I was worthy of being the head of the Ramsey Empire.
“That’s a good idea.” She smiled at me, and I nodded.
“I always get the best ideas while fucking you.”
She laughed, but I was dead ass.
“I can’t wait to show the world exactly who we are!” She beamed.
“Me too, baby.”
Sorry bros, but I’m coming for the crown.
Kanada Alton
A few days later
Going to New York ended up being the worst decision I had ever made. I used all the gas in my car, plus the money I luckily found in my glove compartment, and it was all for nothing. I made it to my parents’ house in Queens, only to be told by the neighbor that a few short weeks before, they moved to a whole other state after my dad got a new job.
I only knew their address in Queens from the letter my mama wrote almost a year ago telling me to leave Terrence alone and come home if I wanted to, and then I never heard from them again. It was only by chance that I had stored the address from the letter in my cell phone. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have even known where to find them. So, they were gone, and I found myself on the streets with my son.
When I went into stores for food, the number of niggas who called out to me as I walked, thinking I was a prostitute made me wish I could just disappear. You would think that me walking with my son on my hip would stop them from doing that, but they didn’t give a fuck.
I had no clothes, so the only thing I had on was the sheer panties set, and I put my coat on TJ to keep him warm. All my ass was hanging out from the end of my cardigan, which thankfully was in my car. I looked like a prostitute, so they treated me like one.
Eventually, I sold my Michael Kors watch, TJ’s gold chain, and my iPhone, which was how I was able to get us something to eat and a few nights in a run-down hotel. I was scared
that I would be found if I kept sleeping in my car, but that was it. I was ass out, and I had no choice but to leave the hotel this morning.
“Mama, I’m hungry,” TJ said, and I looked down at him.
We were walking the streets because I was trying to figure out my next move. The only thing I could be happy about was that we had clothes, which I carried in an old duffle bag. With the money I got for selling our stuff, I managed to get him a coat, a few outfits from Goodwill, and some stuff for myself.
I put my hand into my coat and pulled out my money, and it was only six dollars.
Seeing a McDonalds across the street, I took him there and ordered him something to eat. As I welcomed the warmth for a moment while TJ ate his food, my eyes scanned around. Tears tried to fall as I watched other mothers tending to their children in ways that I could no longer do for TJ. I rubbed at my eyes, hoping to keep my tears at bay.
What do I do?!
I had no fucking idea. My hopes were on finding my parents, and now I had none. Going back to Boston had crossed my mind, but before I sold my phone, Terrence hadn’t even texted me to find out where the fuck I was. He knew I was out in the streets with his son and no clothes or money, and he didn’t even check.
As stuck as I was in New York, I was better off there. Plus, I had no money to go to another state even if I wanted to—my car was on empty.
Nervously biting my bottom lip as I thought about what to do next, my eyes landed on a man in a far corner. He was staring right at me with no expression on his face. I wasn’t from New York and had never been, so I knew that I didn’t know this man at all.
He was a lot older than me too; old enough to be my grandfather. His brown eyes studied my face before he slowly stood to his feet and made his way over to me. It took him a while because he was just that old. I would have guessed him to be close to eighty, and the walking stick helped that theory.
I nervously looked around to see if anyone noticed him heading toward me, but they were too busy dealing with their own lives to even notice me. I probably was invisible to them.
“Hello, young lady. May I take a seat?” he asked me and then took a seat before I could even finish answering.