Mesmerized By A Street King 4

by Belleza

  “Come on now, if you was in my shoes I would be helping you fix your shit, like always.”

  “Isn’t that some shit? It ain’t Asahd Moseley fucking shit up for once,” he replied shaking his head.

  I flagged him and leaned back in the chair with my arm over my face. I felt bad a shit. I know them soft ass hits she was throwing at me didn’t compare to the pain she was feeling. Why was all this bad shit happening back to back?!

  “How did it happen?” Asahd asked.

  “It wasn’t intentional. I swear it wasn’t,” I murmured thinking back to the night I should’ve just smoked and came back to the hospital. “I got off the phone with Keira, and Unc told me to go take a walk. I smoked and then felt like I wanted drinks, so I went to this bar I found on Google. Ebony happened to be there and we were just kicking it. She started feeling on me—”

  “See, that was ya chance to fucking roll. Why you ain’t punch that bitch in her shit!” he spat and I lifted my head up to stare at him.

  “You gonna let me talk or you gonna keep interrupting me?”

  “Go ahead and tell me this dumbass shit.”

  “Like I was saying she was rubbing on me and I left to go piss. I couldn’t pee so I started handling myself in the bathroom. I didn’t lock the door. She came in and I thought I was dreaming about getting sucked off by Keira.”

  Asahd burst out laughing making me feel like a big dickhead. It sound stupid as fuck, but it was the honest to God truth. Liquor and weed was a crazy combination.

  “You expect me to believe that?”

  “What else do you want me to say, yo?”

  “You had to have fucked her or at least fucked her in the office.”

  “I didn’t stick my dick in that girl… not in her pussy. It was a mistake yo. You know I wouldn’t intentionally cheat on Keira. I love that girl more than anything. I feel bad as fuck.”

  “You ain’t tell that girl you was here in New York? I find it mighty funny how she in Philly asking for coke and now she in New York now that you’re in New York.”

  I shot Asahd a look and he held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just trying to get this shit straight. You want me to help you right?”

  “Yeah, but you saying dumb shit ain’t helping. Damn, I need a blunt,” I snapped leaning over.

  “Just don’t drink no liquor.”

  I got up from my seat and went to walk out of the room and Keira was standing in front of the door. My heart dropped to my feet and I braced myself for another hit. I would’ve took a slap in the face than to see her red swollen eyes. She fell into my chest and I circled my arms around her and the flood gates opened.

  Keira cried so hard into my chest and it broke me down even more.

  “I’m so sorry babe. I promise you it won’t happen again. I had a weak moment where I was high and drunk. I swear on my kids it won’t happen again.”

  Keira snatched her body away from mine and glared at me ending the soft moment between us. The look in her eyes were replaced with hate.

  “Don’t put my kids in this.”

  “What you want me to do? I’ll do anything.”

  Keira stared at me blankly. I dropped to my knees and took her hands in mine.

  “Ke, baby I swear. It won’t happen again. Tell me what I can do?”

  She pulled in a deep breath. “Right now…” she mumbled before taking in another deep breath. “Right now we just need to focus on the kids. No relationship. You’re free to do as you please.”

  “Ke, that ain’t what it’s about. It was a fucking mistake.”

  “We have so much to focus on than a relationship,” Keira mumbled staring upwards so the tears wouldn’t fall down her face. “We can switch with the kids, so Zay’d can get time with you.”

  “Nah, fuck that.”

  “Zayne, I’m not asking you! I am fucking telling you. This is the way it gotta be so I can heal. Right now my pain doesn’t outweigh our children. Let’s focus on them. If you want to continue to be a good father you will agree!”

  Standing to my feet I swiped away a tear. I couldn’t respond because if I did I would be bawling like a bitch. In my mind I was telling myself she wasn’t necessarily breaking up with me.

  Keira looked at me a second longer and turned and walked away. I can only pray this time apart didn’t break us.

  NATAVIA

  My eyes stretched wide in excitement as I viewed the picture Johan sent to my phone of his member long and thick. My body shuddered thinking about easing down on him and riding until my legs got weak.

  My days have been better. Jerry stopped harassing me and even blocked Jeremy. It was sad to see my son go through the motions of realizing his father wasn’t shit, but there was no point in hiding he was a piece of shit.

  With the peace of mind and absence of my deranged baby father I was able regain my confidence and embrace my curves again. Johan noticed I no longer cared about eating healthy or working out and he didn’t complain. Why would he when I had all the energy to ride his dick?

  ME: You gonna give me some of that?

  BAE: of course. When?

  ME: Now. (insert smiley emoji)

  BAE: Sayless.

  I giggle ready to get down in my office again. With four boys we couldn’t get as freaky as we would any other place I threw the pussy at him. This was perfect timing because this was a day we were closed because I needed to get organized. I couldn’t wait to feel Johan inside of me. Shaking my head in disbelief I allowed my past to fuck with my mental, I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I slipped out of my underwear and did my thing. I heard the office door open and close and I gushed knowing it was Johan.

  “I’ll be right there, babe!” I called out from the bathroom. I took all my clothes off for the hell of it. No one was here anyway.

  I opened up the door and yelped when I saw Jerry leaned up against my desk with his arms across his chest.

  “Surprise, surprise. You must knew I wanted some pussy,” he smiled licking his lips.

  I used one arm to cover my breast and the other my vagina not only feeling embarrassed but scared.

  “Just go, Jerry.”

  “I will after I get what I want.”

  I backed up until I tripped and fell backwards on the ground and he laughed. “You fat bitch. You could tear down a whole building falling like that.”

  “No, no, no,” I begged. “Please just leave.”

  “I told you. I will when I’m done with you. You know you miss this dick.” He leaned down towards me.

  I raised my foot and kicked him in his stomach and then he pulled out a gun and placed it under my chin recovering from the blow right away.

  “Now, I’ma make sure it’s painful since you want to fight.”

  Hearing the hammer pull back caused me to cry. It was like my entire body froze just from fearing death.

  “Oh yes, let’s see what I’ve been missing out on,” he snarled rubbing his hand on my my vagina. My skin crawled and I continued to cry.

  Pow!

  “Ahhhhh!” Jerry cried out after the loud sound jolted my body. Blood squirted on me and he rolled over holding his shoulder. I sat up and scooted back, feeling a wave of security when I saw Johan standing with a gun in his hand.

  “Get dressed and stay in the bathroom,” he instructed me.

  I moved quickly and shut the door behind me. I couldn’t focus on getting dressed because I wondering what was going on. There was a bunch of tussling and random gunshots. I prayed it wasn’t Johan on the receiving end of those bullets.

  Cracking the door open, I peeked outside and breathe a sigh of relief when I saw Johan standing over Jerry’s body with his gun pointed at him. I gasped when I saw him pull the trigger without hesitation. Jerry’s body jerked before it went totally limp.

  I covered my mouth to stop myself from crying out. Growing up in the ghetto I never witnessed someone getting killed. It was always the aftermath of a body getting pulled out of a house or cove
red in a white cloth.

  Yes, the sight made me sick to my stomach, but I was relieved. I knew Jerry would no longer be an issue for me and my child.

  Johan locked eyes with me and I backed away from the door. He come through it and took me in his arms kissing my forehead, nose, and then lips.

  “You ok?” he asked.

  I moved my head up and down unable to speak.

  “You gotta breathe, Tave,” he told me kissing my lips again. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. I told you to stay in here and don’t come out.

  “I was scared Johan. I thought it was you getting shot.”

  “Nah, I’m good. Get dressed so I can make this phone call.”

  Kissing me again, he left out of the bathroom and I put back on my clothes. After giving my mind a few minutes to calm down, I joined Johan in my office. Just that fast Jerry’s body was gone, and men were stripping my floor.

  “I feel so bad to be happy he’s finally out of my life for good,” I said looking up at Johan. Yes, I felt terrible, but my peace was now guaranteed.

  “Have he been an issue?”

  “Yes. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want that,” I responded pointing to the blood stained floor, “to happen.”

  “So you rather get harassed and raped than to let me protect you?” he questioned me.

  I shook my head knowing it didn’t make sense to put myself in jeopardy for Jerry’s life. I’m sure he would’ve hurt me and possibly killed me.

  “Do we have to stay here while they do this?”

  “No, we can leave. They’ll have everything fixed and cleaned by the end of the night. You’ll be able to open up in the morning,” he told me.”Promise me, Tave, you’ll let me be the man and protect you. I don’t want you holding shit back from me again.”

  I smiled weakly and stood on my tiptoes for a kiss and he met me with a peck. “I promise.”

  ASAHD

  Christmas Morning…

  “Merry Christmas Uncle Sahdy!”

  “Merry Christmas baby girl!”

  Za’naa was cheesing from ear to ear with a Santa Claus hat covering the top of her head. The transfer and chemo was working well and the doctors informed us if her body stayed strong, she will go in remission and can possibly be discharged to come back home after a few months of monitoring. Of course it was a far reach because it haven’t been a month, but shit, I was hoping it was the truth. She had her moments where she was over it the treatments and not being home. We constantly reminded her it was going to end soon. “Where everyone at?”

  “Downstairs, I went to get something from upstairs,” I said clutching the sack of weed in my hand. I missed out on wake and bake because everyone spent the night. My nephews woke me up bright and early so they can open their gifts.

  “What did you have to go get?” Za’naa questioned me.

  “My medicine.”

  “Let me see. Is it the kind of medicine I take? The chemo have me delirious sometimes,” she giggled and I laughed as well knowing my bud put me in zone.

  “You want to see ya gifts?” I asked her nosey ass just to change the subject.

  “No! Leave them wrapped up so I can unwrap them when I come home.”

  “I know you doing well… but what if that’s months from now?”

  “I don’t care. It’s my presents and I think I should be the one to open them. Look what my dad got me though.” She placed the view on that expensive ass doll she’s been talking about. I’m sure she had about five of them under the tree.

  “That doll cost a million dollars,” I told her.

  “It’s worth it. She looks just like me,” she boasted proudly.

  “A little. You’re more beautiful and real.”

  “I know. I know.”

  “Say thank you, conceited little girl.”

  “Thank you uncle Sahdy! I love you oh so much.”

  “I love you more baby girl,” I laughed heading down the stairs.

  “Can I speak to everyone else now.”

  “Damn, you just gonna rush me off the phone? I thought you missed me.”

  “I do. But I miss everyone else too. I need to speak to them before Santa come take pictures with me.”

  “Cool, cool. Hold on.”

  When I reached down stairs I passed the phone to Keira who I knew she wanted to talk to next. Everyone crowded around her and I took my ass outside to roll up while they were distracted. I don’t know why Camille insisted we have Christmas at the house because that left me being the damn host.

  Outside was cold, and light flurries were falling from the sky since last night. A thin coat of snow was now forming. The busy Center City location was quiet. Usually there were always horns blaring because the traffic down here was constant. Today it was quiet, and I imagined everyone were with their loved ones enjoying the holiday. I got a few gift to add to the shit I really ain’t need but it was the thought that mattered to me. The only thing I was looking forward to was seeing the smiles on everyone faces and Za’naa was the main one that made my day complete. I ain’t give a fuck what happened after this blunt.

  I cracked it open and emptied the guts in the bag I brought with me and rolled up. I had my blunt rolled within second and that first pull was everything. I closed my eyes and blew out the smoke after letting it sit in my lungs. I took a few more tokes and peered around and my eyes landed on my garage door that was opened inches from the ground.

  “The fuck…” I said stepping of my steps in my nike slides. I placed the blunt between my lips and lifted the door knowing it should be closed. I rarely parked my car in there because it was a headache getting out.

  When I pulled the door up, a body came into view that scurried into a corner. I thought it was a racoon, but when I stepped inside of the garage and closed the door I got a close look and saw that pussy as nigga that wanted to take Camille’s pictures crouched in the corner.

  I gripped him up by his shirt and he was shaking so hard. I didn’t both to ask him and questions. I began to beat his ass all over my garage dropping my fucking blunt in the process. It only bad me more angry so once I was tired of punching his bitch ass, I started to stomp him determined to have his fucking brains all over my garage floor.

  “You the one who did that shit to my tires?! You’ve been calling my wife?” I asked out of breath and he laughed.

  “Yup,” he chuckled holding up his two fingers close together. “I was this close to getting her. She’s suppose to be mine.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I knew something was off with him staring at her and shit when I walked up on them. I didn’t think it was him doing that bitch shit, yet this was the man with clear polish on his nails. I picked up a bat I knew was in the corner and went to work on the fucker. I didn’t stop until blood was everywhere. He was screaming to the top of his lungs and then eventually stopped. The door that connected to the house opened up and Johan came to view.

  “You holding niggas hostage in your fucking house?” he questioned me.

  “Nah, this pussy was trying to break in. It’s my right to shoot to kill an intruder, correct?” I huffed throwing the bloody bat down next to his body.

  “Nah, nigga. You beat that nigga to death.” he laughed.

  “Damn, I’m getting old as fuck,” I sighed feeling my body get stiff. “Can you make sure no one bring their ass this way? I’ll make the call to clean him up but I need a new blunt. My shit lost in the blood somewhere,” I waved my hand and stepped into the house.

  Johan laughed and followed me back inside of my house. Today was suppose to be a good day, but I done caught a body on Christmas and wasted a perfect blunt.

  EPILOGUE

  Six months later

  MILL

  The Moseley Wedding…

  “It’s showtime!” my mom cheered from behind me.

  I stood in the mansion where the room I was in overlooked the colorful garden of flowers. We had 100 guest that were seated in the chairs, 50 on each
side of the aisle looking as Natavia walked down the with Johan, followed by Zayne and Keira. Uncle Ern stood by Asahd’s side cradling our baby girl in his arms as his man of honor. His lips were moving and I’m sure he was keeping Asahd calm. My heart raced. I was marrying the love of my life. Who would’ve known, I’d find love, have a baby and get married in a little over a year?

  In April I gave birth to Asia Milan Moseley weighing six pounds and four ounces. I had a natural birth and Asahd was so calm and supportive. He cried boo hoo tears as he held her in his arms. It was the first best moment in my life. This was the second.

  “I can’t believe it. I wish Za’naa was here. I’m missing my flower girl.” I faced the large glass window again watching the boys walk down the aisle with the oldest holding Zay’d in his arms. It was so disheartening she was still in another City instead of enjoying the moment with me. I thought she was doing well, yet she wasn’t home yet.

  “It’s our turn Milly Rock!”

  My heart felt like it leapt out of my chest hearing her sweet excited voice. Was I tripping?

  I spun around in my Vera Wang beaded gown and saw my little Princess dressed in her white dress that was identical as mine. I burst out into a cry of joy and she ran into my arms as I crouched down to hug her.

  She was so beautiful. Her hair was parted to the side in the low ponytail Zayne always did her hair in. It was in a bun with an array of flowers around it.

  “Don’t cry Milly. You’re going to ruin your makeup.”

  “I know. I know,” I sobbed waving my hands in front of my face. “I can’t help it. I’m so happy.”

  “Me too, but we gotta get this show on the road. Everyone is waiting on us.”

  We all laughed and I got my makeup fixed before we went down the stairs. Za’naa had a white basket with her flowers in there. I stood from the door and everyone was in awe when they saw Za’naa walking down. I guess I wasn’t the only one surprised because everyone were in tears. Za’naa got half way down the aisle before she tossed the basket and ran full speed to Asahd. Everyone was crying. It was such a heartfelt moment. I let everyone get their time to love on her and then the music changed signaling it was time for me to make my entrance.