Fast Money and Cold Hearts

by Ghost

  I had this one nigga named, Mike from Jackson, Mississippi. He had this custom detail lot, with a crew of a hundred country boys. They specialized in illusion paint jobs, all kinds of top notch rims, interior designs, and exterior finessing. Me and the Homie Mike had gone to school together and somewhere along the way he developed a habit. That habit was his curse, but my gain. I gave him twenty gees and nine zips of the Rebirth, in exchange he flipped each one of our trucks to our own individual liking.

  Me personally, my truck was black on black, but I had him put the Gucci paint job on it. He did the same thing to my leather seats on the inside. The paint was illusion. While I rolled through the streets it looked the red, blue, and gray Gucci signs were moving all over the truck. I sat it in some thirty inch gold Davins. The rims chopped no matter what took place, whether I was rolling or not. I put televisions all through that bitch, and had it banging harder than a blood from Compton. Since my shit was hitting so hard I made the tinted windows fiber glass. I even put the money green ground effects under the truck so that when we cruised at night mafuckas would know this was big money right here. I had been broke for a long time. Now that I was getting money I wanted to feel good about having it.

  Smoke and his crew plushed out their whips as well. Whatever they wanted to do to their trucks I comped it. I wanted my niggas to ride how I rode. When I looked good, I wanted them to look just as good. I was eating from the buffet of life, and they would too. After we rolled from the lot, and got our shit custom detailed, Smoke announced that he was throwing a pool party at the W. later that weekend, and that he wanted me to swing through. He wanted to celebrate our newly gotten riches. Gotti and Moneybagg was supposed to be in the building. Them was my Memphis niggas. Cats from the slums that had found a way to make it out of the trenches. I was all for supporting the homeland, so I assured him I would be there.

  When it came to spoiling, Shanté and Kamya, it was a whole other story. Shanté wasn’t that bad. All she wanted was a bunch of technology devices. Some new top notch clothes and shoes, and to get her hair, nails and toes done. She was nine now, and was already conscious of her appearance. So I did just that. I wound up spending fifteen gees on her alone. Everything my baby wanted she got. This was my princess. The love of my life. We made a whole day of taking her wherever she wanted to go and buying her anything that she wanted. Shanté wound up falling to sleep at eight o’clock this day as opposed to her usual ten o’clock. She’d exhausted herself by hitting my pockets.

  The next day, I bought Kamya a pink and black, 2020 Lexus Truck. Put the mirror tints in it, and twenty eight inch gold Pirellis. We even plushed out her insides, and hooked up her sound system. Right after leaving the car lot, we hit up Macy’s so Kamya could get her Prada, Burberry, and Fendi game up to par. I couldn’t see myself putting Kamya in that cheap shit so I had to get her all the way right. The smiles on her face was enough for me. She looked so good trying on the different fits and sliding her lil pretty toes into the shoes, that I got my enjoyment from simply watching her. She was bad. I got her hair, nails, toes and everything done. When she stepped out to get back into her truck that night she looked like a completely different person. Ten times colder, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was between them thighs again.

  That night we settled in and had movie night. Shanté picked some Disney movie, and we all got into the bed, and under the covers. Shanté was on one side, and Kamya was on the other. I hugged up wit my daughter while she cracked up watching her movie. I couldn’t stop kissing her lil cheek, and holding her close. I loved her with all of my heart and soul. About half way through the movie I noticed Shanté was out like a light. I removed the popcorn from her hands , and set it on the night stand, kissed her forehead, and tucked her in.

  Kamya picked up the loose popcorn from the bed, and tossed it into the waste basket. “She finally sleep huh?”

  I rubbed Shanté’s soft cheek. “Yeah, she out right now. My baby been ripping and running all day. It done finally caught up wit her.” I looked over at Shanté while she slept. She looked so beautiful. The most perfect baby girl in the world.

  “That’s good. Come on.” Kamya held out her hand for me.

  I kissed Shanté again and then slid out of the bed. “What’s good baby?”

  “Aw nothin. I just wanna ride you on the couch in the living room. I been missing you like crazy, and for me nothing else will do. So come on.” Kamya took my hand and led me into the living room. She wore a short Victoria Secrets satin night gown that stopped just under the swells of her ass cheeks. It seemed as if she’d gotten a lil thicker over the past three weeks. Her cheeks jiggled with each step that she took. The scent of her perfume trailed behind her.

  When we got to the living room I took a seat on the couch, and she sat on my lap facing me. Her thick thighs were on each side. “I missed you cuz. I mean, even though I was with you for most of the day today I’ve still been missing you like crazy.” She rested her forehead against mine and softly kissed my lips.

  We kissed for two full minutes until we were both breathing hard. I cupped that ass, and began kneading that soft dough before pulling up the gown, exposing her bare flesh. Then my hands were all over her ass squeezing it. Our kissing intensified. Hungry tongues darted out for each other’s mouths.

  “I want some of this pussy Kamya. I wanna fuck you right now.” I slid into her crack, and rubbed her pussy lips. They were dripping wet because of how much juice was oozing out of her hole. I kicked my pajama bottoms off. My dick was sticking straight up from out of my boxer hole.

  She yanked her gown up, and reached between my thighs for it. Grabbed the base, and placed the head so that it poked between her lips. Her flower opened, and then I was in her hot, wet, tunnel. She held on to my shoulders, and bouncedup and down slowly at first, and then faster and faster. “Uhh! Uhh! Phoenix! I missed you. I missed you! I missed you baby!” She held her mouth wide open, bouncing. Her pussy juicing me hungrily.

  I sucked all over her neck, biting along it and yanking on her hair. Kamya yelped and rode me faster. Her titties began to work their way out of her top. The spaghetti straps fell off of her shoulders. Both breasts revealed themselves. I squeezed them together, sucked on the hard nipples. I took my sweet time and licked all over them. They were so gorgeous. So perfect. It seemed like most of the females in my family were bad like this. I had yet to find some pussy in the family tree that was bunk, as weird as that sounded.

  “Uhhh. Uhhhhh. Uhhhhh. Phoenix. Fuck me. Fuck. Me. Baby. Yes. Ooo. Shit!” Kamya threw her head back, and began riding me as fast as she could. Her pussy seemed to get wetter and wetter.

  I held the bottom of her ass cheeks and tossed her up and down. She was sliding her along my thang and I was loving the feel of her intense swampy heat.

  “I love this pussy. Shit. I love this pussy Kamya.”

  I pulled her to the floor and pushed her knees to her chest. My swollen manhood slid back into her box and I lost myself in the rhythm of watching myself plunging in and out of her. Her folds were doing all they could to keep me trapped, and then to push me out every time I burrowed forward. Kamya was so wet that her kitty was making smacking sounds that coupled with our moans. I splashed inside of her, and made her toot that thang in the air while I killed it from the back, with her crashing back into me harder and harder. We fell asleep curled up on the floor, with her legs wrapped around me.

  She woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that she had a plan for Mikey, and that I should just roll with it and trust her. I was so tired that I didn’t think too much about it. I fell back to sleep after telling her that we would talk more about it later.

  Chapter 14

  The next morning I agreed to meet Alicia at a doughnut shop down the street from the Four Seasons. It was a sight to see her struggle to get her pregnant body out of her truck. Her stomach was all the way poked out. I took it upon myself to help her, even though I was trying to lean back inside of the
Doughnut shop to see if anybody had followed her. After seeing her struggle, I just had to help her and my instincts to peep the scent first were thwarted.

  Alicia waddled into the shop, breathing hard with one hand on her lower back. She was taking one baby step at a time. I finally helped her to get to a booth in the back of the restaurant. I’d picked one where I could still see out the big windows in the front. There was only one way into the doughnut shop and I made sure that we were sitting catty corner to its entrance, that way I could chop anything down that tried to rush in there on some bullshit. I was strapped with twin Glock Nines, both had seventeen shots apiece. I was prepared to use every last bullet if I had to.

  Alicia settled across from me. Her stomach was so big at this time, she was turned sideways in her seat. She took a deep breath, and gazed over at me. I’d just put in a order for us a box of doughnuts, and a carton of milk.

  “How have you been Phoenix?” She asked, pulling her hair out of her face, and tucking it behind her ear lobes.

  “Better. I just got my daughter back. Before, that I was screwed up. What about yourself?”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “Up and down. I wished we had a understanding as to what we’re going to do when this baby comes. I mean are we going to coparent, or are we going to be together?”

  “Be together? Whoa. Whoa. Whoa, shawty. We ain’t never discussed no shit like that. I ain’t no where near ready for a relationship. I got way too much shit to put in order.”

  A caramel sister came and placed a box of doughnuts on our table, along with the carton of whole milk. She was crazy strapped.This chick was smiling so wide you could tell that her entire mouth was full of shiny gold.

  “Here y’all go shawty. Enjoy these doughnuts right here. They fresh out the oven.” She looked into my eyes, and licked her lips.

  “You got that Escalade looking real nice out there, lil daddy. You definitely doing yo thang.” She placed her phone number on the table. “My name Candace. Call a bitch sometimes.” She walked way with her ass shaking in her black, uniform pants.

  Alicia looked pissed. “That bitch lucky I’m pregnant. I swear to God if I wasn’t pregnant right now I would get up and fuck her up. I hate these Memphis hoes.”

  I grabbed a jelly doughnut and watched Candace walk behind the counter. Her ass kept my attention the whole way. As I went to put her number in my pocket, Alicia grabbed it and ripped it into shreds.

  “What you doing?” I asked, then started laughing.

  “Fuck her Phoenix. You need to focus on our situation at hand. Everything you saying is all about you. You’re not ready for a relationship. You have a bunch of stuff that you have to take care. Phoenix what about me and this baby? What are we going to do? Mikey ain’t messing wit me no more. He had some fancy lawyer draw up his annulment papers. After the separation goes through we’re going to be out in the cold. Then what?”

  “Never that. As long as I got breath in my body you or our child will never be out in he cold. I am more of a man thanthat. I’m going to make sure that you have everything that you need, and then some.”

  “Why can’t we be together Phoenix? We have a child. You know I ain’t out here in these streets like that. I am a one man woman. Always have been. You were the only person that has ever been able to penetrate that bond of loyalty in me, and even then I felt like shit. You know that you and I will make a beautiful couple. Shanté already loves me.”

  I poured me a glass of the cold milk and sipped from it. Suddenly that good ass jelly doughnut was making my stomach turn. I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

  “Alicia I got a lot of love for you but what you’re asking of me right now is to do something that I know I’m not ready to do. I wouldn’t do nothing but hurt you. You are looking for a man that’s gone be one hunnit to you. Faithful, and all that shit. Baby, you know how much I love pussy. I’m already thinking about what Candace’ll look like bent all the way over with me fucking her from the back. Now, that’s bogus because we really do have our own issues to worry about right now. But you can see what I’m saying.”

  She scrunched her face. “You need to grow the fuck up Phoenix. You have another child on the way. A whole ass life that you’re going to be responsible for. There isn’t time to be chasing pussy. You have to stand up to your responsibility.”

  “Hold on Alicia because you’re--.”

  “Wait, I’m not finished.” She looked at the floor angrily.

  “Gon head, man.” I said dejectedly.

  Alicia’s nostrils flared. Since her pregnancy she’d gained a cute amount of weight to her face. She looked finer than I remembered. It suited her well.

  “Phoenix you’ve ruined my marriage. You did that. You kept on coming and coming at me after knowing the feelings that I had for you. You were my weakness and you exploited it. Exploited it until you impregnated me. Now we’re here. I’m pregnant and separated from my husband. I don’t know which way I’m going to go with my life. All I know is that I have a baby coming soon, and my life is turned upside down. I need help, and I need you there. Why can’t you be?”

  “Alicia I’m not saying that I’m not going to be there. You know that I am. I may not be there in the way that you want me to be, but I will be there for you in every single way that I am supposed to be.”

  “I am having our child. You’re supposed to be my husband if you want to be technical. I don’t do this ratchet stuff. You’re acting like I’m one of these gutter snipes that’s coming to you about being pregnant. You and I had something special. At least that’s what I thought.”

  I reached across the table and took a hold of her hand. “Alicia, don’t start over thinking things. Look, I got you. I’ma get my things in orders and then we can revisit this whole relationship again somewhere down the road.”

  She snatched her hand away. “Phoenix. Ugh man. Don’t give me that lame ass game you be running on these Memphis idiots. Playboy, I ain’t going. You ain’t finna string me along while you get what you can get out of me, when you wanna get it. N’all man. Un. Un. I am more of a Queen then that. It’s either you’re going to stand up and be a man right now, or you and I ain’t got nothing else to say to each other. Which is it going to be?”

  The door to the shop swung open, and in walked Mikey. He had two hittas behind him. He looked across the booth and spotted us and smiled. His punk ass Whispered something to his guards, and they stepped out of the shop.

  My phone was out and in my lap almost immediately. I sent Smoke a quick text letting him know where I was. With who, and who had come in. I told him to book it over to Orange Mound Pastries like a-sap.

  Mikey strolled over to the table, and took off his fitted cap.

  “Well, well, well. Look whose here. What’s y’all couldn’t invite me to this lil meeting?” He looked from Alicia to me. She held her head down as if she’d been busted.

  “Nigga you couldn’t let me know that you was leaving Russia?”

  “I don’t owe you no explanations, nigga. I ain’t yo bitch. Sit yo ass down and eat one of these doughnuts.” I slid the box over to him.

  He knocked it on the floor. “I don’t want no fuckin doughnuts, nigga.” He placed both of his big hands on the table. “What the fuck are y’all talking bout?”

  “Mikey, you need to calm down. Phoenix and I are trying to come to an understanding about what we’re going to do before and after the baby arrives. You’ve already made your thoughts, and plans known.”

  “Me?” He touched his chest and laughed.

  “Bitch shut that shit up. I was the one that tried to wife yo ratchet ass. You was going behind my back and fucking my nigga. And according to the phone call, y’all was supposed to be preparing a place behind my back so y’all could do ya thing. He was gon rescue you from me, remember?” He mugged me.

  “What, it ain’t fun for this nigga no more now that he knows I know what it is?” He spat.

  “He probably done got used to fuckin his cousin, Natal
ia. Or maybe Kamya. You ain’t risky enough for him no more now that I know Alicia.”

  Alicia jerked her head back. “What is he talking about Phoenix?”

  “Nigga why don’t you shut that punk ass mouth before I stick something in it. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”

  I slid my hand around the handle of one of my Glocks. And brought it into my lap. This bitch ass nigga was striking every last one of my nerves. I finally heard what it sounded like out loud with what I was doing with Kamya and Natalia and it didn’t sound too good. I mean it didn’t make me feel ashamed or nothin because I knew the back stories that came along with the fuckin. But, at the same time I didn’t like his chump ass putting my business out there like that.

  He started laughing. “Aw, I done struck a nerve. What, I got you feeling some type of way nigga?”His bitch ass laughed some more.. “You should be.”

  Alicia stood up, and held her belly. “This is too much for me. What are we going to do Phoenix? Are you going to be with me or not. I need to know what my child’s and my future looks like.”

  “Be together. Didn’t you just hear what the fuck I said? And you still wanna be with this disgusting ass nigga?” Mikey snapped.

  The other patrons in the restaurant turned to look at us. There were about twelve of them spread out, sitting at their tables. Candace made eye contact with me, and did the phone sign signaling for me to call her.

  “This ain’t got nothing to do with you Mikey. You kicked me out in the street remember? He’s the one that put me up after you did that. You said you didn’t want to be together any longer, yet you keep having these no good niggas following me. What is your deal?”

  He took a hold of her wrist. “Bitch, you better watch your mouth, and the way you’re talking to me. I’ll kick that baby up out of yo ass.” Mikey threatened.

  I smacked his hand off of her wrist. “Bitch ass nigga get the fuck off of her. I don’t know what you think this is.”