Down With the King of the South 3

by Diamond Johnson

  I still couldn’t believe that we’d gotten married. Like, I was dead ass calling this woman my wife. I was somebody’s fuckin’ husband. The shit felt so surreal, but I loved it, though.

  “Ain’t nothing in this world that I would rather be doing,” I let her know in all seriousness.

  “Then come here then. Do me,” she said and pushed the covers away.

  Mahogany could sweet talk her way out of anything. Swear shorty was a fuckin’ con artist, yo. Women knew how powerful pussy was, and they stayed using that shit to their advantage. In all honesty, what nigga in their right mind was going to say no to what she’d just demanded me to do? We’re talking about good smelling, soft feeling, wet my whole dick up type of pregnancy pussy that nothing in this world could get me to say no to.

  I was supposed to have been out the door almost five minutes ago. I wasn’t the type of nigga to turn down no pussy, though, especially not from my wife, when she was in the mood to give it up so easily. I thought about the fact that we weren’t that far away from her due date and how we would have to wait six weeks before I could hit it again. I needed to take advantage of all the pussy that I could be getting right now from her.

  As much as I needed to get my ass down to the store, I ended up stepping out of the shoes that were on my feet and climbing in the bed with her, only to put her ass back to sleep, so I could leave the house in peace.

  It didn’t take me long to handle my wife. All that hardcore fuckin’ didn’t need to go down in the morning anyway. Just enough to have her ass knocked out for at least the next hour or so. I’d left her in the bed after going into the bathroom and taking another quick shower because I didn’t want to show up at my job smelling like pussy. It didn’t take long to walk out the door and jump in my car that I had parked in my circular driveway.

  Like I always did, especially when I was in the car by myself, I swerved in and out of traffic, bumping loud trap music. A lot of shit was on my mind. Mainly, I was just thinking about the 180 spin that I just did with my wife. Just a year ago, I was a single man, living a bachelor life, not having to answer to nobody, and the biggest responsibility that I had in life was making sure that everything was running smoothly with my businesses. Now, a nigga had closet space for two people, I had his and her sinks in my bathroom that were actually being use by two people this time, bras hung up on the back of the bathroom door, fuckin’ body sprays and shit taking up space in the shower, and everything else that came with having a woman share the same space with me.

  It’s like God had placed Mahogany in my life, and he showed me right then and there that she was supposed to have been the one for me. What I liked most about what Mahogany and I had going on is that we did in less than a year what most people do in sometimes five years or more. I put a baby in her stomach like three months into our relationship, and I’d given her my last name already, when she wasn’t even my girlfriend for a whole year.

  Any other female that I’d ever dealt with in the past had never even been able to get me to a spot where I even thought about marriage. That’s how I knew that I genuinely loved this girl. I couldn’t even express how much my wife meant to me. I’m talking the type of love that if she were to die today, I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t have been able to live life because a lot of the life that I had in me came from her.

  Mahogany brought out shit in me that a nigga didn’t even know had I had in me. That’s why I had to fall back a little bit from my ole girl after that shit took place at her house not too long ago. My mama knew what the fuck it was between Mahogany and me because I had expressed over the phone to her how Mahogany wasn’t just some bitch that I was fuckin’. The fact that she thought it would have been okay to let some wild shit like that go on while my shorty was there, was just beyond me. And for that, I had to fall back a little bit.

  Granted, a nigga was still paying any fuckin’ bill that she had, down to her phone bill, but as far as our communication went, there wasn’t any!

  Almost thirty minutes later, I finally whipped my car into the reserved parking space that I had. It was almost ten in the morning, and the store opened at nine. From inside my car, where I could fully see inside the store, I was able to see that there were only a few customers inside. I could also see who was standing up front talking to one of the cashiers.

  The fact that I was able to tell who that was just by that fat ass of hers should have made me feel bad. I didn’t know if thinking about my ole girl and what happened at her house had spoken this bitch up, but I knew it was her. I knew by that coverup tattoo that she had, which blocked my name off. I had no idea why her dumb, silly ass had even gotten that shit in the first place. Oh, I knew why; she probably thought that shit would make a nigga feel some type of way, and I would start taking her serious.

  That was years ago when she’d done that. We had to have been nineteen at the time. I released an annoyed breath, did the counting thing that I would always do just to calm my ass down, and then I got out of the car. I walked inside, speaking to the few customers in the store, and the whole time I did that, I could feel her eyes on me. She’d turned around from talking to my cashier, Sidney, and smiled big at me. Usually, a smile was contagious, but the only thing that I gave back to her ass was a look of disgust.

  “Fuck is you doing here? Bitch, you stay all the way in fuckin’ Georgia. I got this same shoe store out that way. Fuck is you doing? Following a nigga?” I asked the moment I was close enough.

  As loud and ugly as I wanted to get, I couldn’t do that shit right there because we had customers. As if the words that I’d just spoken to her didn’t even bother her, she still kept that smile on her face.

  “Pump your brakes, soldier,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air and being dramatic as fuck. “I was just coming over to meet my new work neighbors,” she said, still wearing that fuckin’ smile.

  “Fuck is you talking about work neighbors?” I questioned.

  “My grand opening for my new shop is in a few hours. Look,” she said and pointed.

  I walked away from her and went outside. Sure enough, in the same fuckin’ plaza as me, directly next door to me, was her shit, Hook ’Em Up. I swear, I wanted to drop down to my fuckin’ knees and cry. I thought when I left my ole girl’s crib, that I’d pretty much left this bitch there too. It’s crazy because I’ve been seeing the contractors working on this spot for months now, and I just never really cared to know who was going to own the spot. I saw the title and that shit just went over my head.

  Out of all the fuckin’ spots in Miami that she could have rented, why the fuck did she have to get some shit that was right next to mine? As much as I wanted to change stores, just so I could get away from having to see this bitch, I knew I couldn’t because it would be wasting money. The Miami store was where the majority of my revenue came from since it was my biggest store and also my busiest one. The location was perfect, and I’d been there for years, so I couldn’t let a bitch come around and move me out.

  “I tried to warn you when I saw you a month ago, but you didn’t want to hear me out. Just so you know, I didn’t deliberately do this. I been wanting to open another shop, but I wanted to do it in Miami this time. I picked this location out over a year ago, and I had no idea that you were the owner until a few months back. Just wanted to come over and say hi and let you know that you’ll be seeing me around more often. I’ll be back and forth from here to Georgia,” she let me know.

  I didn’t say shit. My hands were inside my pockets, and I was looking straight ahead. My jaws were clenching and everything. With this bitch around, it was just going to bring up too much bad history. A past that I wasn’t really ready to relive yet. I left my hometown for plenty of reasons, but my biggest motivation for leaving was this toxic ass bitch right here. This hoe brought out sides in me that I didn’t like because then I would transition to a totally different person.

  “You done? Fuck is you still hanging around for?” I asked after almost thr
ee minutes of silence and this bitch still standing there.

  She released a low laugh while shaking her head. I looked down at her with all the hate that I could possibly give her.

  “Jabari, you can’t run from me now, nigga. Eventually, we’re gonna have to face the truth. You like to pretend that what happened between me and you years ago is just a fuckin’ facade. Nigga, I was pregnant with your fuckin’ bab—”

  “Bitch, shut your fuckin’ mouth hoe before somebody hears your slut ass! Like I told you over ten years ago, that baby wasn’t mine. Fuck is you even bringing that shit up for? That shit is old, and it doesn’t have a fuckin’ thing to do with right now. On my life, I ain’t never stuck my dick in you raw, so that baby wasn’t mine, and—”

  “Then why the fuck did you kill it?” she screamed.

  I ran my hand down my face, pissed that I had to relive these demons. I thought that part of life was over and done with. I didn’t think I would have to talk about this shit again.

  “You know what went down that night. Listen, you better get the fuck up out of my face, like right fuckin’ now before I beat the fuck out of your ass,” I let her know, dead ass serious.

  “Yeah, because it’s not like it’ll be your first time doing it. We’ll keep in touch,” she said.

  “You keep saying that shit as if I owe you time for something. Hoe, pretend I’m dead, and don’t say shit to me. We won’t keep in touch, man. Keep fuckin’ playing with me, Kenyatta, like you don’t know that I will seriously harm you. I don’t take too kindly to you popping your ass up on me and saying shit to me like you out for revenge or some shit. It ain’t even me that you need to be worried about, though. It’s my wife, who’s ten times fuckin’ crazier than your ass, and that’s on her fuckin’ good day.

  “I don’t know what you’re trying to stir up or what old can of worms you’re trying to bring out of the bag, but you better leave the shit alone. I’ll reach out and touch you if I want to. Don’t get excited by that either because you know what I’m trying to say,” I let her know.

  It wasn’t even a threat; I was letting this bitch know that I would kill her ass if I had to. I could see the hairs standing up on her arm. She looked at me long and hard for a few seconds, and then she walked away. I sighed, shaking my head. I knew the type of bitch Kenyatta was. Therefore, I knew that she was going to try to get to my wife and put a few bugs in her ear about our past.

  Right hand to God, I ain’t never fucked that bitch without a condom. Her mouth got her ass beat that night; not the fact that she was pregnant. I blacked out, and I fuckin’ lost it, causing her to lose the baby that she was pregnant with. Just thinking about that shit had put me in a fuckin’ funk. I hated having to relive old ass history.

  Kenyatta Strong

  Thirteen years ago

  “Can you get me a ginger ale when you go inside? I been feeling funny all day,” I said to Jabari the second he stepped out of the car to go inside the gas station.

  We’d just pulled up, and he was going in to pay for his gas in cash. I felt so uncomfortable in my seat because we’d just finished fuckin’ almost ten minutes ago, and because he didn’t have any napkins or anything for me to wipe myself off with when we were done, I ended up having to slip my panties back on without wiping, and now I just felt sticky and dirty. My hair was sweated out, and my head was killing me. I’d been feeling this way for weeks. On top of that, constant urination and fatigue are what had me purchasing a cheap ass pregnancy test today at the dollar store before Jabari had picked me up.

  As cheap as the tests were, I ended up taking five of them, and they all said the same thing; I was pregnant. Pregnant, and I knew in my heart that my child belonged to Jabari. Yes, I dealt with other guys, but I wasn’t having sex with them. I’d get my pussy ate from another nigga, but Jabari was the only nigga serving me dick. We had sex in the oddest places too. Most times, we were fuckin’ in his car or somewhere in a public bathroom. I knew I deserved better because I wasn’t even good enough to properly get fucked on a bed.

  Jabari was mean and so fuckin’ heartless, but because I liked him so much, I wouldn’t dare tell him how I felt because I knew that he would try to cut me off. He let it be known on more than one occasion that I wasn’t the only bitch that he was dealing with, but my strong like for him is what had me sticking around. Sticking around and being straight up disrespected and dogged. On the many sex excursions that him and I had, Jabari had to admit that a few times, we’d had incidents when the condom had broken. He claimed that each time one broke, it would always be right before he nutted, but he was a nigga, and that’s what niggas do; they lie!

  What gave it away that he was lying would be the Plan B that he would have me taking, which I would never actually swallow because having his baby was just some shit that I couldn’t pass up. Jabari was that nigga in Atlanta, and although he was only nineteen, all the bitches, including myself, wanted him. To me, it would be almost an honor to carry his child, so fuck that weak ass Plan B that he was trying to give me!

  Since I found out that I was pregnant this morning, I hadn’t stopped smiling. I’d sent a text to Jabari right after, asking if we could hang because I did plan to tell him the news, it’s just that as soon as we met up and I got in the car with him, I had to give him what he always wanted when we met up, which was pussy!

  Almost five minutes later, he finally walked out of the store holding a bag in his hands. He opened the driver’s side door, threw the bag down on the seat, and he went over to the pump and let it fill up. I intensely watched him as he got back into the seat and started taking the wrap for his weed out of the bag. The whole time, we didn’t really say anything to each other. The most talking that he and I ever did was when we were fuckin’ because other than that, he acted as if everything that I did annoyed him.

  “Where I’m taking you to?” he asked me after he rolled up.

  Jabari was already high, so I didn’t even know why he was smoking again. On top of that, when he picked me up, I could tell that he was tipsy. The liquor was on his breath, and since it was in his system, it made him fuck me better than he usually did. Jabari always fucked good, but I felt that when liquor was in his system, it made him more vulnerable toward me.

  “I don’t want to go home yet. My mama over there with her boyfriend, and I told you that I hate being over there while he’s there. What were you about to do?” I asked.

  “I was about to take your ass home so I could go home. Speak quick, shorty, because gas ain’t free. You don’t have a cousin, auntie, or a friend that I can drop you off to?” he asked with the blunt hanging from the corner of his mouth.

  “Why I can’t spend a couple of hours with you? Didn’t I hear you on the phone with your homie, saying that your mama would be out of town for the next few days? Why can’t you invite me over? You let me come in once,” I whined.

  “Yeah, because you all but begged to, and because I didn’t want you pissing in my car. I gotta swing that way anyway to drop something off, then I’m taking your ass home. You trying to make this situation more than what it is, shorty,” he let me know, and I sat there smiling because at least I was going to go home with him.

  Jabari was so fine, even though he was dressed so laid back right now. All he had on was a black wife beater, some black sweats, and slides were on his feet. He was starting the whole wave thing, so a do rag was on his head. He’d just started getting tattoos on his body, and my favorite was the big one that he had on his neck. I damn near squirted every time I saw him because he was just that fine. I could only imagine what our son would look like, if that’s what I was carrying. Hell, even our daughter. Just thinking about that had me sitting there in a daze.

  Almost ten minutes later, we pulled up to his mom’s house, and there weren’t any cars in the driveway. He shut the car off and reached for something under the seat. I wasn’t sure what it was because it was in a black bag. I knew he wouldn’t tell me what he had, so I didn’t even bot
her to ask. I followed him onto the porch, and in no time, he had the door open and let the two of us inside.

  While he went to the back to put whatever he had away, I sat out front in the living room area. It took about five minutes for me to hear him making his way outside to the front where I was.

  “Let’s go. I didn’t bring you here to chill,” he voiced.

  “Come here, Jabari. I got to tell you something,” I said.

  “Tell me what?” he questioned.

  “Can you just come over here so I can tell you?” I asked.

  “Nah, man! Last time you told me you had something to tell me, you ended up raising your shirt and showing me that big ass tattoo on your back with my name. That was a dumb ass move. Let’s go. I ain’t got time for your theatrics,” he called out and walked over to the front door.

  “I’m pregnant, Jabari!” I said.

  It’s as if my words didn’t even faze him because he kept right on turning the knob, as if he didn’t even hear me.

  “Nigga, did you hear me? I said that I’m pregnant!” I reiterated.

  “Good for you! Fuck you want me to say? Congratulations? That ain’t got shit to do with me. Take that shit up with your baby daddy,” he shot back.

  “I’m doing exactly that! Don’t stand there and try to downplay this shit, Jabari!” I yelled.

  That got him to step away from the front door after he slammed it.

  “Downplay what? If I downplay this shit any more than I already do, this shit is going to be to the fuckin’ floor. Don’t come at me with no shit like that, shorty. Ain’t you just get mad at me a few weeks ago and found yourself throwing it in my face that another nigga was eating your pussy? I know from there that I’m not the only nigga that you fuckin’. Don’t put that shit on me. I strap my dick up faithfully when I fuck on you!” he barked.

  “And your break condoms too!” I threw in there.