“You’re not upset?” I laid my head on his shoulder once he resumed playing the game. I liked the feeling of his shoulder muscles moving about as he worked the controller.
“Because you wouldn’t give me no pussy? Nah. I mean, I want the shit, but it’s aight. You too fucking pretty to be marrying a nigga that gets mad when he can’t fuck.” He glanced at me briefly before turning his attention back to the TV.
“You’re too fine to be marrying a girl you have to feed,” I retorted.
“I have to feed her, but she’s the prettiest female I don’ ever seen; sexy as fuck too. The pussy is fire, she’s a phenomenal ass mother, got her own money, dick sucking skills will have ya muthafuckin’ toes curling, she can cook, smart as hell, and most importantly, she fucks with me even after all the bullshit; the cheating, and the jail and hospital stints.”
Listening to him describe me, I lifted my head off of his shoulder to kiss the corner of his mouth since he was still watching the video game.
“I guess she sounds okay.”
“Nah, yo’ ass is just a hater. Keep talking ’bout my girl and you gon’ have to get the fuck out.”
I giggled before removing the controller from his hands and straddling his lap.
“You really think I’m sexy still, or are you just being nice?”
“What you think?” He pressed his already hardening dick against me.
“I still don’t—”
“I ain’t say you did. Quit thinking a nigga is always thirsty for some pussy. Shit, you be more thirsty than my ass sometimes.”
“Not true!” I laughed.
“It is. And since you came at me like that, which I don’t appreciate, you should let me eat you out.”
I laughed it off even though I knew he was serious, just before my mom called to let me know she was here.
Saved by the bell!
About one week later…
I admit I’d been stalking Tiana Strauss’ page, but I had good reason. Ever since she sent that pregnancy photo, I’d been having dreams of dragging her ass. She was pissing me the fuck off by lying on my man, getting him arrested, and then not doing what she needed to do to get him off. I was tired of it! And because Belly couldn’t have any contact with her until the trial was over, I had to do what I had to do. This hoe was going to learn, and not only that, she was about to clear Belly’s name quick, fast, and in a hurry.
For a while, I’d been trying to hold off on fucking her ass up, because I’d already had a charge against me for breaking Helen’s nose. The last thing I needed was another person claiming I’d beat them up. However, I had a carefully thought out plan for Tiana, and I was sure it would work. I smiled at the thought as I pulled one of Belly’s Hood’s Champ crewnecks on.
My mother, who’d been a great help lately, agreed to watch my children for about an hour and a half. That was all I would need to get the job done. Slipping my feet into my Hermes sandals, I headed out of the bedroom and to the den where they all were.
“I’ll be back in a little bit, okay, princess?” I squatted down to kiss Island’s cheek.
“Yes, yes. Make brownies?” She looked away from her kitchenette for a moment.
“Yes, but after we have dinner, okay?”
“Meat. Veggies. Riiiccee.” Island sang, mocking me as she went back to playing, making my mom and I laugh. I always said that when she asked for sweets.
“Yep, and then brownies.” I smoothed her hair, standing.
I went to rain kisses on my baby boy who was dozing off after being fed a little bit ago.
“Okay, Mama. I will be back before you know it.”
I couldn’t get out of the house fast enough so I could catch Tiana. Her stupid ass posted on her story yesterday that she couldn’t wait to get a massage tomorrow. I knew she’d come back to the same place she ran up on me; at least I was hoping she did so I could carry my plan out. I was taking a page out of Belly’s ex bitches’ books.
Parking my car at the spa, I felt like a rich bitch climbing out of this Maserati Belly had gotten me. I checked my watch to see the time and noticed Tiana had posted she’d gotten here about forty-five minutes ago. The massages were usually about an hour, sometimes plus fifteen minutes, so I would wait.
I’d been in the large lobby of the hotel near the spa for about ten minutes when I heard a familiar voice that I was sure belonged to Tiana. I watched as she tread down the hall, seemingly to the bathroom since that was the only thing back there other than an employee break room. I followed her and then slipped into the one stall restroom as well.
“Excuse me—” Tiana rolled her eyes when she saw it was me that was in the bathroom with her ass. “Look—”
“No, you look. You have three options: get punched in the face, which I’m sure will knock out a tooth or break a bone, die, or tell the truth about what happened to you.”
Tiana began laughing, shaking her head as she folded her arms.
“Fine.”
WHAM!
I took a chance and punched her right in the face, causing her to wail loudly and cover her sore mouth. I rushed her to the wall, shutting her up, before pulling a knife from my Celine purse.
“Wha-what the fuck are you doing?” she stammered.
“I’m going to stab your ass up right here because you think I’m playing with you.”
“Yeah right! You will go right to jail!” she hissed, still looking slightly afraid.
“Bitch, I don’t care about jail. Only thing I care about is Cortez Khalil. I don’t care about my kids, my career; shit, I don’t even care about myself really if I don’t have him.” I channeled Kharla, Sienna, Maia, Megyn, and whomever else Belly had dizzy and stupid. “I will gladly go to jail if it means you’re dead. And if you’re dead, you can’t testify.”
“Okay, wait, Blaise.” She trembled as I pressed the knife into her skin a little bit, just so she could feel it. “I—”
“Admit my nigga didn’t rape you! You know he fucking didn’t!”
“Blaise, I—”
“Say the truth, bitch!”
“Okay! Okay, he didn’t! I’m pretty sure it was one of his friends!” she barked, throwing me for a loop.
“What?” My voice softened as I frowned, backing away. “You’re making that up.”
“No.” She started to cry. “No, I am not. I saw him in the club recently, and he had on the same cologne he wore the night he raped me. His hands on my body felt the same and everything. It makes sense because he was there the night I gave Belly my address.”
“What did the friend look like?” As a woman, I felt myself feeling sorry for this whore. I knew deep down she was being honest about being raped; I could see it in her eyes. I just knew it wasn’t my nigga.
“Fair skinned guy, short fade, evil smile, scruffy facial hair.” She described Ozzy to a tee. “I didn’t see him when he assaulted me, but once I realized it was him; his face was so scary.”
Reaching into my purse, I pulled my phone out and stopped the voice recording I’d been making since I followed her down the hall. I put my knife in its place.
“You need to tell that to the police, your lawyer and whomever else in order to make sure my man is acquitted of these charges. Not to mention, I want you to make a public apology to him. If you don’t, Tiana, I swear I will make your life a living hell. I will fuck you up every time I see you. I will harass you; I will make you want to off yourself if you do not do what’s right. I have a recorded confession from you, but if I have to use it instead of you correcting this issue yourself, you will regret it.”
“No. I swear I will confess.”
“You have twenty-four hours, Tiana.” I started to walk then stopped. “No, you have less. I want this rectified by 9 a.m. tomorrow morning.”
“That can be done.” She nodded, looking off for a moment.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. I don’t like you for what you’ve caused my family, but had that loser ass nigga not violated you, no
ne of this would be going on. You should want him in jail instead of dragging Cortez through all of this, knowing it won’t pan out.”
“I know. Thanks, Blaise. I’m sorry too. I should have been said something, but to be honest, I was jealous. I felt like you’d taken the life I once lived. Tell Belly—”
“No, you will apologize publicly to him as agreed. Not on Instagram live, but a press conference. And in the future, keep your legs closed to taken men.”
“Yes, of course.”
I left the bathroom, smiling the whole way to my car. When I got to it, I edited the clip to cut off me threatening her, letting it begin where I told her to admit the truth. Saving it, I emailed it to myself in case this phone did some funny shit, causing me to lose it.
I got home fifteen minutes later and let my mama go. I brought my babies to the humongous kitchen with me, keeping them occupied while I whipped dinner up. Like Island requested, I made her some brownies as well. By the time I gave Island her plate and started to feed Baby Cortez, Belly came home.
“Smells good as fuck up in here.” He entered the kitchen, making Island light up.
“Daddy!”
“What’s up?” He came to the table, scooping her up to kiss her face as she screeched.
He put her back down so she could finish eating, then kissed Cortez and me before going to shower.
Once he was out, I’d already had both babies bathed and in bed, so we walked to the kitchen together to eat dinner.
“You smell good, baby.” I sat down across from him at the breakfast booth in our kitchen.
“Come sit over here.”
Getting up like he’d asked, I sat by him, smiling like a shy schoolgirl. We kissed a couple times and then started eating.
I’d been taking those appetite pills, but they made my stomach hurt, so I stopped.
“Why didn’t you tell me Ozzy raped Tiana?” I kept my eyes on my food, but I felt him pause. “And I know you know, so don’t even try it.”
“I wanted to find him first. How the fuck you know?”
“I had to press Tiana, and she told me. She saw him out, and things clicked for her.”
“Blaise, what the fuck? I don’t want yo’ ass out here going rogue over this bullshit. It’s no need. I’m gon’ get off. Them niggas have literally no proof.” His sexy face was balled up.
“I know, but I wanted it to be done quicker. And now, Tiana is ready to tell the truth. I told her if she didn’t, I was going to kill her but only after ruining her life.”
It was silent before Belly began laughing. I felt him lean closer to me, so I turned my face to meet his lips.
“You fucking wild. I love you.”
“Sometimes,” I ate some of the chicken, “I love you too.”
He started kissing on my neck and rubbing across my stomach and thighs before asking, “Can I get some tonight?”
“I guess.” I playfully rolled my eyes. “I might just lie there.”
“I don’t give a damn. I’m just trying to fuck.”
I simpered as I stabbed the macaroni, liking how on me he was even when I looked like crap.
Belly
Talking to the feds is a no-no… I can get bread with my eyes closed…
“Beasty” by A Boogie poured through the club speakers as I sat in my section with my brother Manny, then Will, Cole, and Siggy. I was invited out for pay of course, and since I needed to get my mind off of shit and have a drink, I agreed to it.
I chuckled at my phone, seeing Blaise’s ass had sent me a photo of her, Island, and Cortez trying to make my ass come home. I would soon since I’d already been in this bitch for two hours, but at the moment, I was chilling.
“I see yo’ little hoe ass is happy.” I laughed along with the homies at Manny as I refilled my glass.
“Got my girl back, nigga. You know how that shit go.”
“I do.”
I looked off, seeing someone familiar in the section next to ours, staring. I realized it was Ian, right when he waved me toward him as if I was his fucking puppy dog or some shit. I glanced over at Will, thinking that had to be the muthafucka he was talking to, but by that time, Ian had made his way over.
I could tell by his walk that he was feeling himself, and I was hoping I wouldn’t have to break his bitch ass neck.
The bouncer glanced at me to see if it was okay to allow Ian and his homie in, and I nodded to say it was cool. The two niggas approached the table, and Ian immediately started smiling.
“Hello, fellas.” When nobody spoke, he turned to me and said, “I waved for you to come have a chat with me.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you did, nigga. I don’t work for yo’ ass. If you got some shit to say, you’ll bring yo’ muthafuckin’ ass to me like you just did.”
“I’m just right over there though.”
“That’s out of the way. I don’t even go out of my way for the shit I love, a check, and some pussy, so I damn sure ain’t about to be at yo’ fucking beck and call.” When his homie mumbled something, I stood up. “You got some shit you wanna say? It’s really nothing for me to fuck you up, Blood.”
“Nah, man, chill.” He tossed his broken off ass dreads back.
“Aye, you can take yo’ ass up out my section and wait for this nigga to come meet you. Moving them funky ass dreads and got the whole section smelling like onions and dick.”
The homies roared with laughter, but I was dead serious. All the money Ian had, and he was hanging with niggas that smelled and looked like they slept under the fucking freeway. And I could tell the nigga tried to cover his funk up with cologne.
“Anyway, can we step over here?” Ian moved off to the side, and I followed simply out of curiosity. I didn’t know this nigga at all, so I had no idea what the fuck he had to say that was this important. “I wanted to talk to you about Nichole.” He paused as if he expected a reaction. But when I didn’t say shit, he continued. “As I’m sure you know, that’s my girl, and she just had my baby. I know you’ve had a crush on her in the past, and I just want to make sure we both understand as men that I won’t allow no bullshit.”
I couldn’t help but to laugh down in this nigga’s face.
“I’m a grown ass man; I don’t have crushes. If I see a bitch I wanna fuck, I do that, and there’s nothing else to the shit. As far as Nichole, if I wanted that pussy, I could have had it. If I wanted it right now, I could leave the club and get it.”
“No need to be disrespectful—”
“Nah, muthafucka, you disrespected me by insinuating I wanted to stick my dick in yo’ gutter rat of a bitch. You need to be thanking me for the fact that I ain’t take her up on her hoe offer and leave my nut all over ya fucking couch.”
“Man.” He waved me off and started to walk away, but I snatched his ass up by the side of his collar.
“Nigga, I said you need to thank me.” I glared right into his eyes, waiting for that shit. Funny how he thought a nigga was joking.
“I ain’t thanking you for that shit.”
“You can do it, or I can break yo’ fucking face. It’s up to you. To imply that I’d fuck yo’ hot potato pussy ass baby mama was foul, and I need an apology and a thank you. You don’t want these hood nigga problems; you wanna keep shit straight laced, so I suggest you get right the fuck to it. You got about four seconds.”
Ian stared up at me since I was slightly taller than his bitch ass, contemplating. I stayed calm, still holding him up, ready to crack the structure of his face with one hit. I guess he’d chosen to do the right thing after he saw how I fucked up Blaise’s exes and unintentionally killed Mason.
“My apologies. And thank you.” His teeth were clenched the whole time as he gave me what I wanted begrudgingly.
Grinning, I let him down and replied, “You’re welcome. Get the fuck up out my shit.”
Ian left my area, and I coolly went back to the couch where my homeboys were to drink a little more. After an hour, I was over the shit, so I left out
, leaving them niggas with the bitches that had come to chill, and to finish off the liquor.
“Aye, what’s that shit you said!” Someone hollered behind me as I walked to my whip in the back parking lot.
“Man, chill!” another nigga told him, just as I looked over my shoulder to see Ian’s dread head ass homie and another nigga. I then realized, now under the parking lot light, that the dread headed nigga was an NFL player too. I chuckled because this muthafucka had about six dreads in his head total.
Pausing, I waited for him to come closer since his homeboys couldn’t contain him.
“You got some shit to say?” I inquired with a smirk as he got closer, face twisted the fuck up like he was about that bullshit.
“Yeah, watch who—ahh!” he hollered mid-sentence when I twisted the fuck out of his finger and decked his ass between the eyes.
“Don’t put ya finger in my face, muthafucka.” I growled as he bent all over in pain. I was holding his wrist at this point, twisting that shit behind his back as he winced from the pain of this and the one in his face. “Now when I drop you, make sure you get the fuck out my way before I reverse this muthafuckin’ car, or I’m gon’ run you and this pterodactyl shit sitting on yo’ head over.”
Finally letting his arm go, making him drop to the ground, I turned to walk to my Lamborghini truck. But as I was climbing in, I saw a face in the distance that I’d never thought I’d be this fucking happy to see.
Starting my shit, I quickly began backing out, not giving a fuck that dread head’s homie had to quickly snatch his body from behind the car.
THUMP!
“Fuck!” he yelled when I clipped his hip, but I continued on like the shit didn’t happen, pulling off behind the car already headed out.
Staying behind a little bit, I followed Helen to wherever the fuck she was going. Since my girl had done a solid for me with this Tiana shit, even though it wasn’t needed really, I was about to do the same for her. No way was Helen about to get a check out of my bitch. She needed to do shit the hood way. If she was that upset about getting fucked up, she should’ve tried to go for round two instead of pressing charges.
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