“Glad to hear it.” I smirked, nodding. “I wanna ask you some shit, but I don’t wanna get you in trouble since you so cool.”
“You can ask me anything,” she replied lowly before yelling at the niggas in the cell next to mine, banging her baton on the gate. “I want you to know I’m here for you.”
“Nice. As you know, ya colleagues don’t fuck with me too hard.”
“They’re jealous.”
“I already know. So they don’t let me get my daily calls sometimes. I was wondering if you could bring me a phone.”
Elise licked her dry lips before smoothing the edges of her ponytail. I wasn’t sure if the bitch was ugly or if the fact that she’d let herself go attributed to her looking busted as fuck in the face. Her body looked like a muthafucka had filled a garbage bag with some lumpy ass mashed potatoes. One wrong move, and she was gon’ bust the fuck up out of that uniform. I ain’t mind big girls, but she wasn’t one of the good ones; she was sloppy as a muthafucka.
I didn’t fuck with females who had ashy ass hands, dirty nails, chapped lips, lumpy yet ironing board shaped bodies, and whatever the fuck else this hoe had going on. Shit, my bitch was bad as fuck and a far cry from Elise. My dick would detach itself from a nigga if I tried to go from Blaise’s pussy to this hoe’s.
However, I knew Elise had low ass self-esteem, so this shit would be easy. And before you get all preachy and shit, save it because I don’t give a fuck about no bitch but Blaise Cansino. You damn muthafuckin’ right I was gon’ use this lonely ass hoe for what I could. I’d do whatever the fuck I needed to contact my girl and make sure she and the kids were straight.
“Uh.” Elise looked around. It had to be about 5 or 6 p.m., just from looking out the window behind her. “I guess I could do that. It won’t be anything fancy.”
“I don’t give a fuck what it is. But cool. When can you get that to me?”
“My next shift, so tomorrow.” She looked around again before whispering, “What will you do for me though?”
“I got you. Don’t trip. I’m getting out soon, and you never know.” I smiled, wanting to frown at the sight of her blushing.
“Okay, Mr. Khalil. You can also text me from it when I’m not here, right? But only after 11 a.m., since my husband doesn’t leave the house until then.”
“Yup.”
I hoped like hell I wouldn’t have to kill this bitch once I got out this muthafucka.
Ozbert “Ozzy” Wilkes II
What really happened…
All that good pussy, can't find the one to give it to…
“Backin’ It Up” by Pardison Fontaine blasted over the club as Belly, Siggy, Cole, Manny, Will, a bunch of hoes, and I got lit in the club. I smiled, enjoying this fucking life.
Being friends with Belly had brought me a lot of shit that I didn’t have to lift a finger for. Soon as females saw me these days, their panties dropped right to the floor. ContraBandz had a lot of clout, and I was grateful as fuck that the homie had busted his ass to get us here.
“That bitch is fine.” Cole nudged me, and when I looked up from pouring the Hennessy into my cup, I spotted Tiana Strauss. She was strutting in with this tight ass dress, showing off her body. I licked my lips at the sight of her golden, milky skin, knowing that shit was soft as fuck, while Cole let Belly know she was in our section.
“She is. Who you think finer? Tiana or Blaise?” I quizzed Cole, glancing in between her and him as she sat down across from Belly to converse.
“I’m gon’ have to go with Blaise. Her body is better, and I’ve seen her without makeup; she was just as fine. She’s that natural fine that can dress up.”
“You right. But shit, Blaise is taken, so Tiana got me feeling some type of way.” I was talking to Cole, but my eyes were on Tiana. She looked my way briefly but paid me no mind as she talked and talked to Belly.
Just as Siggy came to sit on the other side of me, Tiana rose up with her fine ass, then gave Cole a look so he’d get up. He did so, and she sat down, hitting me with a whiff of her perfume. Like Blaise and her homegirls, she was an expensive female, and I couldn’t remember the last time I fucked a bitch like that. These groupie hoes out here didn’t have the same aura; Tiana had her shit together and was beautiful.
I listened as she threw herself at Belly, and he turned her down to my surprise. I understood he loved Blaise and she was pregnant with his kid, but no way in fuck I’d pass up the chance to smash Tiana Strauss. Shit, Blaise would have to understand. And how far could her ass go? She was about to give birth at any second. This nigga Belly was wilding. All these hoes in his face and he stayed turning his nose up.
After Tiana and Belly took their picture, he shut her down for the last time, and she stormed out. He balled up the napkin with her address on it and dropped it onto the floor like it was nothing. I watched closely before scooting down some to be near him.
“Did you for real tell her you wouldn’t fuck?” I inquired.
“I did. I’m not interested.” Belly sipped his drink.
“Nigga, are we seeing the same bitch? Tiana Strauss is fine as fuck.” I frowned, making him and the other homies laugh. Manny was still fast asleep on the other side of him.
Laughing, Belly replied, “Yeah. We’re looking at the same bitch. But I got better shit at home, and I just don’t have the urge to fuck another female that ain’t her.”
“What kind of pussy Blaise got?”
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll never find out.” Belly lit the blunt.
His comment had me thinking; he was right. Females on Blaise’s level never gave the pussy up unless you pulled out all the stops financially or had the gift of gab like this nigga Belly. Blaise being out of my league was an understatement.
“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t pass that up. Blaise ain’t going nowhere, nigga; she’s dizzy over yo’ ass.”
“My girl ain’t never been dizzy, but you about to be if you mention her name again in that context, muthafucka. Grow up. It ain’t about whether yo’ bitch will leave or not. Sometimes you’re just satisfied as fuck. Quit busting down them birds and you’ll understand what the fuck I’m saying to you.”
“True shit.” Siggy nodded. I guess this nigga was taking Jasmine seriously, trying to be like Belly. Copycat ass nigga.
I sucked my teeth and looked off, grabbing one of the house bottles of vodka no one wanted, getting the top off, and taking some to the head.
We continued chilling, smoking, drinking, and flirting with the many females up here. I ended up scoring two to go home with, but not before I pocketed that balled up napkin with Tiana’s address on it.
Sometime down the line… four days before the arrest… 9:30 p.m.…
“I’ll share the driving and chip in on the gas!” Redd Foxx threw his hands up, making me and the stock audience laugh. This nigga was hilarious.
I took down some of my beer as I sat in the living room of my apartment, watching Sanford and Son. My spot wasn’t the nicest, but it was straight, due to the little drug money I’d made overtime. Belly didn’t believe in handouts the size of a house, but it was cool. The nigga had put me on as much as he could, and I appreciated that.
“Fuck.” I grumbled, grabbing up my phone.
I was horny as fuck, so I started looking through my text messages to see what bitch I wanted to come through. None of them piqued my interest because they were all the same type of females. Yeah, the pussy was good, but I wanted something different.
Dropping my iPhone, I watched a few more episodes of Sanford and Son until it was around 11 p.m. Surfing the channels, I paused, scoffing at the photo of Mason Strauss on the news a-fucking-gain. How many damn times were they gon’ report on this nigga’s death? I swear I hated when celebrity muthafuckas died because people discussed the shit for far too long. That’s what his ass gets for shooting the homie though, with his hoe ass.
I watched for a little longer, enjoying the clips from that fatal fight, and seeing Bel
ly happy that he won. When the camera landed on Tiana Strauss in the audience, I smirked at her sexy ass, just before remembering I had her address. I’d taken a picture of that napkin before I threw it away, so I grabbed my iPhone backup to search for it.
Typing the address into my map application, I saw she lived about forty-five minutes away, over in the rich ass neighborhood of Beverly Hills. Usually, it would take over an hour to get over there with traffic, but since it was late, the 405 would be pretty clear.
She should be home since her nigga was dead, and it wasn’t exactly a time for her to be out partying. And because her nigga was gone, it’d be easier for me to make a move on her ass.
Just as I got dressed, my phone rang, and I saw it was Cole.
“Yeah?” I answered, frowning hard as fuck because I was on a mission. I couldn’t wait to slide up inside of Tiana.
“Aye, what you doing? We may go shoot some dice.”
“Who is we?”
“Me and a couple niggas from the hood like Rocko—”
“Oh nah. If Belly ain’t going, I ain’t going. He brings most of the bitches out. Plus, I don’t feel like dealing with Rocko and that nasty ass mouth.”
“What you about to do?”
“Go chill with a friend, if you know what I mean.”
“I do. Aight then, nigga. Hit it extra hard.”
“Oh, I will.” I laughed before hanging up.
I shoved my phone into my pocket then slipped my hoodie on. As I passed my dresser, I spotted my gloves and grabbed them, just in case I would need them. You never knew when shit would pop off. Not to mention, I may run across a crib or two that I wanted to swipe some shit from.
Hopping into my whip, once I left my spot, I cut the heater on then blasted some music. Ricky AK had just dropped a new album, so I was on that shit.
It got me all the way to the Strauss residence, so I parked a little ways down. No cars were out front, so I assumed this area was a no parking zone. It was late though, so I wasn’t tripping.
Hopping out, I coolly made my way up the large ass steps, then traveled to the door. This nigga Mason was paid out the ass to have a crib like this. His damn porch was the size of my entire spot. I tell you, boxing paid a lot if you did the shit right, because Belly’s new spot was off the fucking chain as well. I shook my head at the thought as I circled the place, wondering how I could get inside.
I hopped over the backyard gate and jogged past the large blue pool and the jacuzzi next to it. Approaching the sliding door, I tried my luck, and the shit opened. I guess they’d gotten comfortable in these sadity ass neighborhoods, enough to leave this shit open.
The house smelled expensive, and I surveyed as much as I could in the dark before heading upstairs. I checked each bedroom that I passed until I found the one with Tiana in bed. Pulling my hood over my head, I walked closer. I didn’t want her to recognize me, and I knew the hood would conceal my identity enough.
“Aye.” I tapped her. She didn’t budge, so I tapped her a few more times until she opened her pretty eyes.
“Ah!” She screeched. “Who the fuck are you?”
I said nothing as I got into the bed with her. I purposely wore basketball shorts to make this shit easy access. She crawled away from me as fast as she could in the bed, but because she was half asleep, she wasn’t quick enough.
“Come here,” I whispered lowly, keeping my voice as anonymous as possible and yanking her over.
“Please leave! I have money in my purse if that’s what you want—ah!” She hollered when I ripped her gown open.
She started trying to fight me, so I went across her face as hard as I could to paralyze her. The bitch was like a roach though, so she kept swinging on me. Eventually, I had to hit her ass a few times like a grown ass man, until the pain was too strong for her to resist me.
I quickly got my dick out, tore her panties, and rammed it right inside of her. She was silent as fuck, staring up at the ceiling as I moved in and out of her.
“This is what you wanted. That’s why you gave me your address in the club,” I spoke closely against her ear. I’d been able to keep this hood on, so I doubted she saw my face.
I hated to throw Belly under the bus, but I panicked. I’d never raped a female before, especially one of high status like Tiana Strauss.
Just thinking about who she was and the fact that I was fucking her made me nut hard as hell and quickly. I caught my breath then held the tip of my hood to make sure it wouldn’t come off as I pulled away. Sliding out of her, I put my dick away quickly, kissed her lips, and then dipped out.
I couldn’t believe I’d done that shit, but it was well worth it.
Present time…
“Aye, nigga, pass the shit. You can’t take the whole thing to the face.” Cole nudged me. I gave him a look, just as my phone rang.
I ain’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway. I didn’t have bills outside of rent, so it couldn’t be a bill collector.
“Who this?” I put the phone to my face.
“How’s life on the outside?” Belly quizzed.
“It’s aight. We need you out though. Can’t believe you’re in there on some bullshit rape charge.”
“Right. Especially when it’s yo’ ass that did the shit.”
Silence took over before I stood up and went into Cole’s place for some privacy.
“What? Fuck you mean, I did the shit?”
“Don’t piss me off by trying to play me, Ozzy. You raped that bitch, and now for some reason, she’s pinning it on me. And I think you got something to do with it. I don’t know what type of bullshit you on, raping females, but you know better than to bring me into whatever the fuck it is. Because you did though, remember that as soon as I get up out this bitch, it’s over for yo’ moist ass.”
“Belly—”
“So this is what the fuck you gon’ do. You gon’ walk yo’ hoe ass down to the police station or wherever the fuck you need to and confess to this bullshit so I can get out. You got twenty-four hours. The longer you take, the worse it’s gon’ be for you. I’m not fucking around, nigga. Play with my livelihood for longer than twenty-four more hours, and I swear to God, on everything I love, you gon’ be begging me to kill you when I finish with yo’ ass.”
“My—”
Click.
I surely didn’t wanna turn myself in, but the thought of being enemies with psycho ass Belly was fucking my head up. That nigga had no living enemies. Shit, he even unintentionally killed Mason’s ass.
I wasn’t necessarily afraid of dying; that shit came with the gang life. I just didn’t want to die at the hands of Belly or have him beat my ass. His hands were proven to be lethal.
I ain’t know what to do, but for now, a nigga needed to go into hiding or some shit.
Blaise Cansino
“Blaise, oh my gosh. He’s so beautiful and chunky.” Priscilla stared down into Baby Cortez’s crib, smiling.
“He is, isn’t he?” I grinned, admiring my cute little butterball.
“I’m not surprised though; his parents are a beautiful couple.” She raised her brow and nodded.
“Thank you.”
I scooped my sleeping baby up then carried him out of the room as Priscilla trailed me. His carrier was downstairs in the den, so we went there for me to place him inside.
“Is the lawyer you have the same one you’re about to meet with for Belly’s charges?”
“No. She only handles smaller cases like the one I have. Belly’s is on a grander scale, so this lady I’m seeing today is more well versed on those types.”
“Oh, okay. I still can’t believe Helen’s ass. That hoe is from the hood like most of us but is out here pressing charges. She will do anything for money.” Priscilla rolled her eyes.
“I know. I really don’t want to pay her ass anything, but I don’t know how I’m going to get out of doing that.” I stared off for a moment. “Just the thought of that bitch going shopping with money I had to
give her is sickening. It would make me beat her ass all over again.”
Priscilla and I burst with laughter, but then quickly ceased it once we remembered my son was sleeping. Lifting the blanket covering his carrier, I leaned down to kiss his cheek, inhaling his scent.
“He is going to have all the ladies, Blaise. I know it.”
“No, I don’t want him to. I want him to be a good guy; the version his dad is now minus the gang banging and boxing.” I smirked.
“Tell me about it. Only thing I want Baby Rafi inheriting from his father is his financial status.”
Again, we giggled in unison but lowly.
Priscilla and I talked for a little bit longer before she left to dance rehearsal. I then went upstairs to wake up Island from her daily nap and fed her some chicken nuggets that I’d made last night from scratch. She was starting to notice the difference between freezer ones versus homemade ones, and she wasn’t fond of the former any longer.
While she ate, I breastfed Cortez, then we left to the lawyer’s office. It took me about twenty minutes to get there, and that was why I chose someone around the area we lived in.
I’d done my research on this lawyer and everything, finding out she’d won 90 percent of her cases similar to Belly’s. A part of me wondered if she’d gotten off actual guilty people in the past, but then again, I didn’t give a fuck. If she had, then I was even more confident that she could get my man out who was innocent. She cost a lot of money, but I would pay anything to release Belly from jail.
“Mommy. Daddy.” Island spoke up as we walked toward the large office building.
“Huh?” I looked down. She was holding my phone, which had Belly and I on the home screen. Island cuddling Baby Cortez as best as she could, was my lock screen.
“Mommy. Daddy.” Island pointed to me then Belly. I just smiled at her, giving up on trying to explain that Five-Star was her dad. Even after the fiasco at Disneyland, he hadn’t improved on his fatherly duties, so fuck it.
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