She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Because I wanted to fuck with you.” She shrugged.

  Dropping the glass in her sink, I said, “I would’ve fucked either way.”

  “When am I gonna see you again? At the showcase.”

  “What I tell you about that clingy shit? You gon’ see me at the showcase, but it’s business.”

  Nala nodded, twiddling her thumbs.

  “I know.”

  Opening the door, I smiled evilly, seeing her nigga fuming while holding their big head ass son.

  “Thanks for the hospitality.” I patted his shoulder before treading to my whip.

  Before I was in all the way, I heard his ass arguing with Nala. I’d busted my nut, so that shit was none of my damn business.

  That night…

  I was fresh as shit, as I pocketed my keys, checking the time on my Rolex. I was about to roll through the club tonight on some solo shit for business.

  As I walked from the bedroom that I somewhat shared with mean ass Camarih, I heard her in the bathroom, sounding like her ass was in pain before coming out.

  “You good?” I blocked her path.

  “Yes, Houston. Move.” She slipped around me walking hunched over and shit.

  “Fuck is wrong with you?” I followed her ass, worried like a muthafucka.

  “I just don’t feel good.” She crawled into the bed and lied on her side, before closing her eyes and breathing out.

  “Why you don’t feel good?” I took my shoes off and got in the bed behind her, caressing her stomach. It wasn’t that large yet, but the shit was there. This shit was really fucking happening.

  “My back hurts, I’m tired, and I feel ugly.”

  “You ain’t fucking ugly.”

  “Yes I am.”

  “Nah, if you was ugly, you wouldn’t be pregnant right now, at least not by my ass.” I started massaging her back. “Yo’ funny looking ass would be having another nigga’s baby.”

  She laughed softly.

  “You can go, Tony. I’m fine.”

  “I know what the fuck I can do.” I continued, working on her back until her ass finally dozed the fuck off.

  When she did, I kissed the nape of her neck, then leaned over to kiss her belly before getting up.

  The homies had hit me, letting me know they were already at the club, so I dipped out while Camarih was knocked. I wanted to hurry back, hoping she would let me rub on her booty until I knocked out.

  That was the first time she let me touch her ass in almost a fucking week, and a nigga was about to stretch that inch to a mile. Soon, them booty rubs would have me back deep in them fucking guts, but most importantly, she would be my girl.

  I missed her corny ass antics and the annoying ass talks she swore we needed to have as boyfriend and girlfriend. I tittered subtly as I sped down the 110, headed to the 101 for Hollywood.

  I parked in the twenty-dollar lot for free after letting cuz know I was with the shits, and then made my way inside since the bouncer knew a nigga from around the way.

  Shoving my phone into the pocket of my Amiri jeans, I trucked it in my all-black Authentic Vans, right up to the deejay booth, ignoring the muthafucka trying to stop me.

  “’Sup, homie.” I leaned over, eyeing the deejay. He was this nigga named Oran, and he’d been making a little bit of noise. This was the third time I’d seen his name on the flyer of a popping ass club.

  “’Sup.” He moved his headphone back and reached to dap me up.

  “I’m straight.” I declined. Niggas were nasty, and I knew it because I was one. Wasn’t nothing for a nigga to piss, shake his dick, and keep it pushing without even thinking of some soap and water. So I stayed clear from all the fucking handshakes and shit if I could. “I need you to spin something.”

  “Already got my list for the night.”

  “I ain’t ask if you had yo’ list. I said I need you to play some shit.”

  “Man, I don’t know. This is my third gig, and I can’t mess up.” He sighed.

  “How much they paying yo’ ass?”

  “A good twenty-five hundred.”

  “Aight.” I pulled a wad of cash from my pocket. “If you play this shit and they don’t fuck with it, you can have this. This is four racks right here. So you gon’ have the twenty-five hundred, plus this, if they ain’t fucking with it.”

  “Shit, fasho!”

  “But if they do, you gotta add this shit into yo’ rotation. I’ll be watching and knowing if you do.”

  “No problem, man. Aye, what’s ya name?”

  “Tony Wacko.” I gestured for him to turn his computer toward me. I queued up Eitan’s track, featuring Nala on Spotify since that’s what he was in, and then pointed to it.

  “I got you.” He nodded, so I walked off in search of the homies. Before I even got there, Oran cut the song on, and like I knew, the club went wild.

  I’d found the homies in a section off to the side, and they were already spazzing the fuck out from what was blaring over the club.

  “Nigga, you hear this shit!” Eitan hollered when he spotted me.

  “Yeah, muthafucka. Back yo’ ass up. Who you think got the shit on?”

  “I should’ve known.” He grinned, shaking his head before popping a bottle of the champagne.

  I slapped hands with Rahim, then Cornell and Abel, before my eyes landed on my cousin Carter and then of course Joy with a few of her homegirls.

  Carter nodded his head up to me before he rose and walked over to slap hands.

  “Thought you was gon’ be mad at me,” he commented.

  “Over what? A bitch?”

  “I forgot who I was talking to for a minute.” He chuckled, going back to sit down.

  “Clearly.”

  As I made myself a glass of Hennessy, just one since I was about to dip out, Joy approached.

  “Since y’all fucked with that shit, I’m gon’ run it back! This Eitan and Nala!” Oran shouted into the mic, and when I looked his way, he pointed at me with a smile like a loser ass nigga.

  I just shook my head, sipping my drink and peering out over the club, thinking about how rich I was about to be and how Make A Killing was gon’ be the biggest label out of the West Coast since Death Row.

  “This is really happening for you.” Joy finally spoke. “You smell so nice. You look good too. I haven’t seen you in forever it seems.”

  I could feel Carter watching. Nigga wasn’t slick.

  “Been busy.”

  “I see.” She said nothing as the song changed to “Haute” by Tyga. “So I heard from someone that Camarih is pregnant. Is that true?”

  “You shouldn’t care, Joy.”

  “Well I do, because at the end of the day, I love you, Houston, and you know that. Everything you do affects me.”

  “You need to work on that then ’cause I got a whole new bitch, and as you can see, shit is serious.” I finally looked down on my left where she was so she could see my eyes.

  “I got four abortions, and you’re just gonna have a baby with her?” Joy began to tear up.

  “That’s what the fuck you wanted to do.”

  “So you didn’t ask her to keep her baby?”

  “Nah, she chose to keep it on her own. I’m just happy as fuck that she did.”

  Joy jerked her neck back as her eyes stayed wide and glazed over.

  “But you didn’t care either way when it was my baby. I hope you know, no matter who the mother is, all your kids should be treated the same.”

  “And they would’ve been. See, what you wanted was for the mothers to be treated the same, and that shit would never fucking happen.”

  “Houston.” Joy began breathing erratically, like she was about to pass the fuck out. “Please baby, just tell me what I need to do. I’m miserable. I will be and do whatever you want me to, just take me back.” She sobbed hysterically to the point where one of her big beak nose ass friends walked over.

  “Joy, stop. Come on.” She attempted to pull her. “He’s not even worth
it.”

  “Watch yo’ fucking mouth, Toucan Sam ass bitch.” I gripped the shit out of her homegirl’s big ass nose, making her screech in pain. I held it for a minute, as she cried out, before letting it go.

  Joy grabbed onto my shirt when her other homegirl tried to pull her, as beak nose still whimpered in pain.

  “Get the fuck off me, Joy. Pull on my shit again and I’m slapping yo’ ass.”

  “Houston! Houston!” She growled my name heavily, using as much damn bass as she could, as I dapped up the homies and bounced.

  I dipped out, getting my whip and heading straight home. I quickly showered then brushed my teeth before slipping into some fresh boxers and climbing into the bed with Camarih.

  “Where did you go?” she asked groggily, golden curls all over her head.

  “Club.”

  “Oh.”

  “For work, not for bitches.”

  “I don’t care; you’re not my man.”

  “Aye, who the fuck you talking to like that?” I spoke through clenched teeth. She half smiled, allowing me to kiss her.

  Moving my hands down her back, I squeezed her ass.

  “Thank you for staying with me and massaging my back.” She tried to smooth her hair back, but it didn’t work.

  “Beautiful ass.”

  Blushing subtly, she closed her eyes to drift off, and just like I wanted, I fell asleep, feeling all on that ass.

  3

  Camarih

  Tony was gone from the house today, and I knew he would be. That was why a couple days ago, I’d requested to leave early. Thankfully, I was always on time to work and never called off or missed a day, so my manager was never reluctant to give me time off. She was a bitch, but not when it came to that; at least not to me.

  Since I knew Tony would be working, I was here shoving my stuff into my suitcase. I didn’t have much, and I planned to leave everything he bought me except my Fendi slides and the purse. I was too attached to those to leave them behind.

  I loved Tony, but living here with him while broken up was a disaster for me. We never talked, and on multiple occasions, I’d witnessed him leave late at night, which I was sure was to go sleep with another woman. Then now that Eitan was getting more traction and having more performances at the club, Tony would come home drunk some nights at 3 and 4 a.m., trying to fuck me. It was just too much, and I was exhausted enough as it is being pregnant, while working at the spa and making products.

  So after apologizing to that landlord, Nisa, and promising her that Tony would never be back, she allowed me to have the studio. I’d written her a new check, and she’d given me the keys this afternoon.

  Zipping my duffel, I hurried to my car and sped off like I’d planted a bomb at Tony’s. Somehow, he always knew where I was, so that made me nervous. I got to my place about ten minutes later and headed inside. I’d bought a blow-up bed the other day and stored it in my trunk so that I could have something to sleep on since Tony wouldn’t let me get my bed from his storage.

  After getting that blown up, I was tired, so I lied down for a little nap, using my blanket I’d bought when I lived in the motel, as well as the pillow.

  A few hours later… around 6 p.m.…

  BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

  The loud sound of someone banging on my door rattled me. Breathing heavily, I stared at the front door as it appeared to be loosening from the hinges.

  “Wh—who is it?” I called out, realizing I had no weapons here. All I had were my clothes, shoes, this blow-up bed, and blankets.

  No one said anything, so I crept to the door to peer out of the hole. I spotted Tony and almost shit on myself.

  “Fuck you doing here?” He walked in as soon as I opened the door. He smelled and looked so damn fine, that it made no sense.

  “I—”

  “Get yo’ shit.”

  “No. I’m gonna live here. I’ve already given Nisa my check. You can’t make me live with you.”

  “This check?” He held it up, forcing my eyes to widen.

  “What did you do to her?”

  “Don’t worry about what the fuck I did. Get yo’ shit and let’s go, Camarih.”

  “We are not in a relationship, and we no longer need to live together. It’s best we live separate lives and then figure something out when the baby gets here.”

  Tony began laughing, flashing his sexy smile. His caramel skin was so beautiful, adorned with tattoos. He was rocking gray sweats, a wife beater, socks, and slides. His Hermés cologne was in the air, nicely scenting my place. Those two small tattoos on each side of his eyebrows, and the way his facial hair was perfectly lined up made me want to pounce on his hood ass.

  “Who you not in a relationship with?” He backed me to the wall.

  “You. And don’t think I don’t know about what you do in the middle of the night. I hear you leave to fuck other girls.”

  Don’t cry, Camarih. I coached myself.

  He kissed me deeply, squeezing hard on my ass and making me moan. His mouth tasted like candy, so I was sure he’d been eating some.

  “You getting bigger.” He rubbed my belly under the big t-shirt with his large hand.

  “Get off of me, Tony. Go rub on your hoes.” I tried to walk off, but he gripped my wrist to pull me back. He was giving me that sexy grin.

  “Don’t nobody be leaving in the middle of the night to fuck. I be working. I fuck them hoes during my free time in the afternoon.”

  This nigga was serious.

  “Yet you don’t want me even talking to another nigga!”

  “Yeah, because we different! Them females is just something to fuck on for me. You going out and trying to be with another nigga is some different shit.”

  “Okay, then I will just get me some dick.”

  He laughed maniacally, then it ceased before he replied, “And I’ll kill the fuck out of you.” I was too scared to question how you’d kill the fuck out of somebody. Pulling his gun out, he ordered, “Pack all yo’ shit up and come the fuck on. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  “No, I’m going back to bed.” I started toward my blow up.

  POP! POP!

  “Pack it the fuck up!” he barked after shooting my bed up and making it deflate.

  “You psycho!”

  “Who the fuck you yelling at?” He came my way, and when I ran, he started laughing with his crazy ass. “Exactly. You know daddy’ll fuck yo’ little ass up.”

  He toured my place as I packed, then once I was done, he carried my bag to the car, making me hold his hand like we were a couple. Once in the car, he reached into his back seat, handing me the biggest bouquet of roses I’d ever seen. The gesture warmed my heart, causing my throat to jump because I wanted to cry out of happiness. Instead, I stayed quiet, placing them between my ankles on the floor.

  “I’m just gonna wait until you go somewhere then leave you.” I finally spoke when he parked at his house.

  Cutting the car off, he leaned down, lifting my shirt, and began kissing my small belly while rubbing it. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t.

  “So that’s all it took for you to dip on me, huh?” He sat up, staring out of the windshield. “A bitch I used to fuck on.”

  “No. I—”

  “Nah, it’s cool. I ain’t know shit was that easy for you.” He finally turned to make eye contact with me. “I still love yo’ stupid ass though, and a nigga ain’t willing to let you go. So if I catch you trying to move out again or prance around my muthafuckin city with another nigga, it’s over for you. You understand?”

  “Houston—”

  “You understand, Camarih?” The calmness in his demeanor was frightening, so I was sure he meant what he said. “You knew I was off, and you still fucked with me, still gave me some pussy, so deal with it. You stuck. I’m yo’ man for the rest of ya fucking life. Now get the fuck up out my whip and take yo’ hardheaded ass in the house ’fore I choke you out.”

  Afraid like hell, I did as I was told, hurryi
ng to the door with my bag and gorgeous flowers. Tony called me though, so I went back to the car but on his side after setting my things down on the porch.

  “Yes?” I kept my voice soft so I wouldn’t upset him.

  “Yo’ car will be here in a little bit. Don’t do no stupid shit. Give yo’ baby daddy a kiss.”

  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like kissing him, so I leaned down to press my lips against his. After a few pecks, I stood up straight, and he rubbed my stomach before nodding toward the house.

  Moments later, I heard Tony speed off as I went inside with my things to lie down. I was exhausted. I wanted to think of a new escape plan, but I knew Tony would never let me go. And I wasn’t sure if I even wanted him to.

  The showcase…

  “You sure you ain’t gon’ roll?” Tony asked. He was dressed and ready to go in some crisp blue jeans, a white polo, and some Louis Vuitton sneakers.

  “No. I’m too tired,” I lied.

  I’d come up with a foolproof plan, and Tony wasn’t going to find me. I’d given up for the past week, but now I was determined. I felt like I was falling for him again, and I needed to bounce before I did.

  “Aight.” He walked to the bed and leaned down to kiss me, but I turned away. “Fuck you then. Belly having ass.”

  “Ah.” I gasped, feeling beyond insulted as he walked to leave the bedroom. “Save the kisses for your hoes, asshole.”

  “Shut yo’ ass up. You know damn well if I kissed one of them hoes, you’d be trying to fight and shit.”

  “No, I wouldn’t care.” He was right, but I wouldn’t admit it. Why couldn’t my feelings for him just go away?

  “Aight, Camarih. Don’t pull no shit tonight either.”

  I waited until Tony had been gone about twenty minutes before getting out of bed. My phone rang as I did, almost making me jump out of my skin. Seeing Rubie’s name, I picked it up.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, what time do you think you’ll get here?”

  “Oh no, Rubie, I can’t make it.”

  “Please come, Camarih. My boss is an ass, and I promised him pretty girls. You’re one of the main ones I bragged on.”