She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 2
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“Who the fuck is Phoebe!” she hollered as soon as she picked up.
My heart dropped into the pit of my balls hearing that name come from my wife’s mouth.
“Huh?”
“Nigga, don’t play stupid! Who is that bitch!”
I’d never heard Amara this angry. Shit, I’d never heard her ass yell this loudly either.
“Nobody. I just know her from being out here. She works in the industry,” I lied.
Amara began laughing as my palms started to sweat.
“You’re a fucking liar. I want a divorce, muthafucka, and if you believe that I am keeping this baby now, then you are seriously fucking delusional!”
“Amara, I said I don’t fuck with that bitch like that!”
“Well according to a DM I got, you do! You lying, cheating, wannabe ass nigga!”
“What DM? Am—”
Click.
Fuming, I promptly went to my texts to see Amara had already sent me a screenshot. It was a picture of Phoebe and I laid up in the bed. I was asleep of course, and she was smiling while lying on my chest. The bitch even sent a short video clip, I guess to prove it wasn’t photoshopped. I don’t even know how she found Amara’s page.
Me: Phoebe yo’ ass is dead!
I sped home, thinking about different ways to kill Phoebe’s ass, but when Shanece hit me up, it switched my whole mood.
“Hey, baby.” I sighed as I sat in my car at my place.
“Hey, you busy?”
“Never too busy for you. You wanna come over?” I smiled to myself. Talking with Shanece reminded me that shit wasn’t all that bad. Maybe divorcing Amara was my best bet.
“Yeah. Coming now. Need to talk.”
“Aight. Bring a bag to stay the night.”
“Will do.”
Shanece and I hadn’t fucked since the hotel because she said she wasn’t ready for all that. I wanted to, badly, but I understood her reasons. Plus, it would be better for me if she really wanted to and wasn’t just busting it open because I was hounding her.
I smoked a blunt and just chilled for a bit to calm myself down. Once I finished that, I got out so I could take a shower, and spruce up a bit before Shanece arrived. As I got out of the car, I saw Amara calling back.
“Baby—”
“You’re gonna have to come out here for the divorce to go faster.” I could hear her crying.
“Amara, I did not fuck that girl.”
“Explain the photo then.”
It was silent for a long ass time because I couldn’t even think of a lie to tell her. I had no logical reason for being in the bed, naked with another woman.
“Amara, let me come out there so I can explain.” I stared at my front door as if it were her. I stayed frozen in place, waiting for her to talk. “I love you.”
“No, you don’t love me. While I was here thinking everything was good, you were fucking another woman. Are there more?” she cried.
“I did not—”
“Stop fucking lying! The least you can do is admit the shit!”
“Amara, you are my fucking wife, and I love you! I would not cheat on you!” I shouted, using every muscle in my body.
“Oh…” a soft voice said, making me turn around.
When I saw Shanece, I felt like I was about to throw up.
Hitting mute so Amara wouldn’t hear, I said, “Shanece—”
“No, fuck you.” She turned to rush back to her car.
“Shanece!” I grabbed her.
WHAM!
She slapped me so hard, my phone flew across the concrete as Amara called my name.
“Rahim!”
“Yes, baby, I’m here,” I replied, after picking my phone up and cursing loudly as Shanece sped off.
“I just have one thing to say.”
“We can work this out.”
“You chose the perfect time to cheat on me, Mr. Big Shot Producer. I’m about to collect all them coins from them hits you out there getting pussy for making. You have a goodnight, Mr. Cambridge.” Amara hung up.
As I stared down at my phone, wondering how I lost two females in less than an hour, I got a notification from social media. I saw Phoebe had tagged me in her story, exposing the text I’d just sent.
“Fuuuuccck!” I yelled, angry as a muthafucka.
“You bet not wake my baby, you asshole!” My neighbor peeked out, making me take my ass in the house.
This had to be a fucking illusion.
10
Tony Wacko
“Damn, why y’all ain’t got none of the good ass Arizonas?” I walked around the big ass liquor store, looking. “All these weak ass flavors.”
“Tony Wacko?”
“Fuck is you?” I frowned at the nigga standing there cheesing. “Get yo’ weird ass on somewhere ’fore you get into a fucking problem.” I turned back to the drinks to decide on what nasty ass flavor I was gon’ settle for.
“Wait, man, I’m Nehemiah. But most just call me Miah.”
“Fuck that got to do with me.”
“Well you own a label, right?”
“Get to the fucking point.” I exposed the piece locked in my waist. I came to this liquor store in my hood all the time and these muthafuckas ain’t have cameras.
“Whoa, whoa.” He threw his hands up. “I’m a producer—”
“Already got one of those.”
“I meant a music video producer. I make some real good shit. I like the videos y’all been doing, but I think I can make that shit even better.”
“Oh, like an improvement?” I started laughing so he joined me.
“I mean somewhat, yeah.”
“You saying my shit is weak?” I cut my laughter off abruptly, moving his way.
“Nah, not even like that, bro. All I’m saying is I’m great at what I do, my nigga. I usually charge a couple bands for my work, but I’m willing to do something for you for free.”
“I wouldn’t pay yo’ ass anyway.” I grabbed the drink and started toward the front. The weird ass nigga followed behind me. “Nah, muthafucka, go another way.” I stopped.
“My bad.” He went to the next aisle so that we met at the counter.
“It’s a dollar and nine cents,” the cashier nigga told me.
“He got it.” I nodded to Nehemiah.
“I do? The fuck?”
“Yeah.” I started out the store as he rushed to pay for my shit.
“Aye wait, so when can I shoot a video for you, homie?” He stared at me as I stepped off the sidewalk to get to the driver’s side of my whip.
“Not yo’ homie. Send me yo’ info on my social, and send some links so I can see yo’ work. If you got some bullshit, I’m putting one in yo’ head for wasting my muthafuckin’ time when I see you next.”
“Aight, fasho! Aye, I was wondering if you could drop me off? I left my car—”
“Fuck out of here.” I got in my shit and sped off.
I was almost to the crib, taking down this tea, listening to some underground West Coast shit, and thinking about how I was about to wake Camarih’s ass up so I could fuck, when sirens went off behind me.
Frowning, I pulled over to wait. It took a minute for the nigga to walk up on the side of me, as I rolled my window down.
“Oh, Mr. Terra—”
“Why you stop me? I’m busy as fuck and ain’t got time for no bullshit.”
“Get out of the car, Mr. Terranova. Someone reported this license plate, saying it was connected to a drug ring.”
Taking a moment to remind myself of my girl and baby, I got out of the car like the bitch had asked.
“Ain’t shit in there, dummy. You need to take yo’ big ass to get a donut instead of searching my shit. Who got yo’ hoe ass in their pocket?” I taunted him as he searched with a flashlight.
“Knock it the fuck off, Terranova.”
“You knock it the fuck off,” I retorted as he cut the flashlight off. I was a big nigga, so I towered over his short fat ass.
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“I have a question.”
“Man, fuck you.” I got back in my car.
“How did you fund that record label of yours? I mean, before it was a subsidiary. You know, hypothetically, if you funded it with illegal cash, that could mean big trouble for you and your artists.” He laughed as I glared at him.
He knew somebody that knew me, and I ain’t like that shit. If I even thought I could get away with assaulting an officer, I would whoop cuz’s ass right now.
“Move ’fore yo’ ass get ran over.” I pulled from the curb and made a U-turn. “Oh, and Officer, whomever sent you to fuck with me, make sure you let yo’ family members know that they’re the reason yo’ ass won’t make it a month.”
The sight of his smile dropping made me feel good as fuck as I drove off, but I still needed to know who was behind this shit. I didn’t play about my fucking money or my label that I’d busted my ass for.
Brielle
I’d done everything in my power to tune out Tony Wacko and Camarih, but it was hard. I tried going on vacation, but the whole time I was there, I was too sad to enjoy myself. I thought if I really gave Patrick a try that would work too, but nope. Tony was all I could think about, and I was tired of it. I was playing with the idea of going to therapy or something. But until then, I needed to talk to someone, and no one was better than my mama.
As soon as I entered the house, I smelled food, and heard my mother moving around the kitchen.
“Hi, honey.” She simpered, before coming over to hug me.
“Hi, is Jilly here?”
Please say no.
“No, she’s out. Hungry?”
“Not really. My appetite hasn’t been that big lately.” I sat down.
“Why?” She joined me.
“Remember the guy I mentioned to you sometime back?”
“Oh, the one who was not worthy of your time? Yes.” She rolled her eyes, then propped her chin up on her hand. “I hope you left him.”
“No, no.” I was already tearing up. “In fact, it’s the other way around. He doesn’t want to be with me and hasn’t for a very long time.”
“Good riddance.”
“No, Mama, not good riddance. I love him.”
“Honey, I have to see this man because you are talking crazy right now. I have never seen you like this over a boy.”
I hesitated on revealing the truth but changed my mind. Tony’s father was dead, and he was no longer my brother.
“It’s Tony.”
“Tony who?”
“Tony, your dead husband’s son.”
“Wait.” She shut her eyes momentarily. “You’re in love with Houston? Brielle, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you have sex with him?”
“Ma, I knew him before you knew his father. We were getting close, then you and Jim met, ruining us. And yes, of course I’ve had sex with him, plenty of times, just not in a while.”
My mother stared me down with a look of disgust mixed with hatred or envy… I couldn’t tell just yet, but it was odd.
“Brielle let it go. Now.”
“No, I can’t just let it go. Does it look like I can just let it go?” I began sobbing.
“Well you need to figure something out because you and Tony will never be a thing, do you hear me?”
“Camarih is temporary like Joy. He’s gonna grow tired of her, and then be looking for me. We have a bond, and as bad as it may look, us being brother and sister for some time helped with that bond.”
“Brielle, you sound insane, and if you keep talking like that, I promise I will have you committed.”
“Do what you want, but I love him and—”
“You cannot be with him!” My mama shot up from her seat, banging so hard on the table that the vase holding a flower tipped over.
She was furious, and for a few seconds all I could do was stare up at her. She was acting as if I’d said I was in love with her man. It wasn’t the same mad that a mother felt when her daughter was being stupid. She lowkey wanted to fight me.
As soon as that thought skated through my mind, what Jilly told me resurfaced. I never in one million years would’ve thought my mama would be interested in fucking Tony, but now I wasn’t so sure.
“I’m gonna go.” I got up slowly.
“You better not sleep with him again, Brielle Baldwin!” she shouted after me. “You fuck him again, and I swear up to God in heaven I will knock you out!”
Something was not right…
Camarih
An hour later…
“So pretty but too short, honey.” Grace, my nail lady frowned down at my nails once she was done with them.
“I know, but my baby will be here soon, and I can’t have my usual.” I was sad too. I loved my long nails, and having them short made me feel like a butch lesbian.
“Yo’ man no like, I’m telling you.” She shook her head as I laughed.
“He may not, but he’s stuck with me, so it doesn’t really matter what he likes.”
Grace shrugged as she walked me over to take payment for my nails. I gave her a tip, and then got in my car so I could head down the street for some donuts. I was in the mood for some Krispy Kreme in particular.
I placed my order through the drive-thru, and when I got to the window, I realized I’d left my card. Pissed off, I sped out of the lot so I could get my shit and get back to my donuts as quickly as possible. It took so much for me not to cry.
“Grace, hi. I forgot—”
Before I could even finish, she was walking back toward me to hand it over. I thanked her then left out, passing a woman pushing a stroller on her way in.
“Camarih,” she said, and I already knew it was Isis.
I couldn’t help it, so I stopped, taking a moment to look down at her baby. It was a cute little boy who definitely belonged to Prince. He looked exactly like him.
“Isis.”
“Congrats on the impending baby.” She smiled.
“Girl, stop.” I tried to keep walking.
“Wait, can you please give me a couple minutes? I’ve tried everything but you have me blocked all over. I come to this nail shop periodically, hoping to catch you.”
“Blocked kind of means I don’t want to talk.” I frowned then added, “I don’t get what you have to say any way. That you’re sorry? That you never meant to fuck my man? That it meant nothing? Because if so, don’t waste your damn time. None of that will make a difference.”
Swallowing hard, she replied, “No. What I want to say is, Phillip was mine before he was yours.”
“Oh, was he?” I laughed.
“Yes, he was. I met him five and a half years ago and—”
“No, no you didn’t.” I shook my head. “I’ve known you for a long time and—”
“Camarih, honestly, I met him about five and half years ago, and we’d been fucking since damn near day one. I kept our shit on the low because he said he was a private guy, and I was young, aka foolish enough to go along with it. About six months into us fucking, he saw you and I out together from afar and became obsessed with you.
It hurt me obviously, so he tried to make it seem like his interest in who you were, when I met you, etc. was just because he cared about me and wanted to know who I surrounded myself with. But the truth eventually revealed itself. Then he found out you were with Driz, since I never told him, and he got… jealous. However, Prince has always been soft, so he wasn’t gonna do anything.”
“Okay, just stop with the fairytales. How much did he pay you to make this shit up?”
“Not as much as he paid those niggas to kill Driz.”
Contents
1. Houston “Tony Wacko” Terranova
Camarih Marlon
Tony Wacko
Camarih
2. Brielle Baldwin
Camarih
Shanece Porter
Tony Wacko
3. Camarih
Rubie Bailey
Rahim Cambridge
Tony Wacko
4. Eitan Wright
Shanece
Camarih
Rubie
5. Rahim
Tony Wacko
Eitan
Shanece
6. Camarih
Rubie
Rahim
Tony Wacko
7. Eitan
Shanece
Camarih
Rubie
8. Rahim
Tony Wacko
Jilly Terranova
Eitan
9. Shanece
Camarih
Rubie
Rahim
10. Tony Wacko
Brielle
Camarih