by Kelly, Marie
“Pharaoh,” Clare called me, and I sighed.
“Yes, Clare?”
“I’m just calling to apologize again, and I want to apologize to A’Moya.”
That made me sit forward and rub a hand down my chin hair.
“Please, Pharaoh. I want to make it right.”
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I agreed.
“Okay, I will text you where to meet us, and you better not come with that fucking girl, Clare. I’m gonna do more than hurt her feelings if you do.”
I was already tight as fuck over my pops, so there was no telling what I would do if I saw that fast ass girl that my sister fucked with.
“I won’t, I promise. Plus, I don’t even talk to her anymore.”
That had me wondering why, but I decided to ask her when I saw her.
“Cool. Meet us at two o’clock. That cool?” I asked since it was now eleven in the morning, which gave me enough time to wake up A’Moya and chill with her for a while before we needed to leave.
“Yes! Thank you, Pharaoh! I love you, bro.”
“I love you too, baby girl.”
Clare gasped when I said that, and I chuckled.
“Oh my god, she’s changed you for the better.”
I laughed at her ass.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Clare always said that she loved me, but I never said it back. Usually, I would just say I know or you too, but the words I love you had never left my mouth before—not before A’Moya.
We discussed a few more things before I ended the call and went to the bedroom to wake up A’Moya. Her morning sickness was hard on her, so she spent much of the early morning on the bathroom floor before I put her back to bed around eight.
I stood at the doorway and watched my beautiful angel sleep with her curly hair spread out all over her pillow and mine. Chuckling, I walked over to the bed, moved the blanket off her feet, and picked one up.
“Pharaooohhhh, leave me,” A’Moya sleepily complained, and I laughed.
Ignoring her, I ran my hand up her leg—squeezing various areas on my way up to her thigh.
A moan escaped from her mouth, making me smile.
I climbed onto the bed as my hand moved higher.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned when my fingers brushed against her warm pussy.
A’Moya groaned from my touch.
I pulled the rest of the blanket off her body, and she rolled on her back to look at me.
“Good morning.” I signed, and she smiled before signing it back.
“Let’s take a shower,” I said, and she nodded.
My eyes took in her naked body for a few before I kissed her lips and climbed off the bed to start the shower.
By the time the water was ready, A’Moya had walked into the bathroom naked. I looked down at her stomach, and although it was still quite flat, there was a little pudge there compared to how flat it usually was, and I smiled.
A’Moya winked at me and went to the sink to brush her teeth.
I took my clothes off while she did that, and when she finished, I took her hand and helped her step into the shower.
When I closed the door behind us, I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. She lifted onto her toes so that our lips could meet, and I slid my tongue into her mouth, deepening our kiss. My dick sprang to life when A’Moya sucked on my lips.
“Damn, I love when you do that,” I pulled back to say, and she smiled up at me. “If you keep doing that, you’re going to stay pregnant, A’Moya.”
She threw her head back and laughed, but I was dead ass serious. Whenever she sucked on my lips in the sexy ass way that she did, I lost my fucking mind.
“Do you want more kids?” she asked, and I looked down at her.
“With you, I do.”
I expected her to maybe freak out when I said that, but instead, she smiled, causing my heart to swell even more for her.
“I do with you too,” she added, and I smiled.
Yeah, I was marrying this girl!
Smashing my lips onto hers, I picked her up, pressed her back against the tile wall, and eased into my favorite place.
A’Moya moaned into my mouth as I wound my hips deeply into her.
“Fuck, shit,” I hissed as I pushed and pulled into her.
Her nails gently scrapped against my back, which heightened the feeling for me. I looked deeply into her eyes, and she looked back into mine.
“I love you so much, A’Moya.”
“I love you more, Pharaoh.”
It was a good thing that I did tell Clare that we would meet her at two because A’Moya and I spent a long ass time in that shower, and we weren’t bathing! After that, her greedy ass wanted something to eat and to take another nap before we finally got our asses together to leave the house. We barely made it to Applebee’s because A’Moya didn’t want to wake up.
When we finally climbed out of the shower, I had told Moya about Clare wanting to meet her to apologize, and she was happy about that. We finally arrived a little after two, and Clare was already waiting for us. As soon as she saw us walk through the door, she jumped out of her seat and ran over to me.
“Pharaoh!” she squealed as she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I had to smile because it felt good to see my little sister too.
There wasn’t a time when we didn’t see or speak to each other, so it was strange as fuck that we hadn’t been doing that lately.
Once Clare finished squeezing the fuck outta my neck, she let me go and stepped back a little.
“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Pharaoh. I’m so sorry, brother,” she said with her head down, and then she turned to face A’Moya. “I sincerely apologize for my behavior the day we met, I was just a little jealous,” Clare admitted, and A’Moya looked up at me with a smile.
I knew that was because she called it when she told me that Clare was jealous when I didn’t even think of that.
She then turned to Clare and took her hand. “It’s okay, and I understand.”
Clare smiled and then hugged A’Moya tightly.
“Aye, careful,” I tapped Clare and said.
She let A’Moya go and looked up at me, wondering what I meant until her eyes landed on Moya’s stomach.
“Is she pregnant?” Clare asked, and A’Moya nodded.
“OH MY GOD! CONGRATULATIONS!” she screamed a little too loudly for my liking, drawing attention to us, but A’Moya found it funny as hell.
“Oh my god! I’m going to be an auntie!”
Clare hugged and kissed both of our cheeks before rubbing Moya’s flat stomach.
“Chill, baby girl.”
Clare looked up at me with a mug on her face and rolled her eyes. “That’s my niece or nephew. Stay out of it!” she playfully sassed, and we all laughed.
“She’s only going to get worse,” I warned A’Moya as we walked to our table, and she simply shrugged.
We sat down, and I ordered us some food while the girls talked—all about the baby, of course—but it was good to see them getting along, which was all I wanted from the beginning. I sat back and admired my two girls bonding.
They only stopped talking when our food arrived.
“Greedy ass.” I nudged A’Moya when I saw her face light up at the sight of the food, and she smiled widely at me.
“It’s your baby.” She shrugged, and I laughed.
I could admit that I was known to fuck some food up, so I couldn’t even deny that.
“Clare, where your pops at?” I asked, and she looked up at me mid-bite.
“I don’t know. He’s been gone for a few days. He just calls to see if I’m okay.”
I frowned when I heard that. “He left you alone?”
What the fuck is this nigga up to?
Clare huffed and rolled her eyes. “I’m almost eighteen, Pharaoh. I’m not a baby anymore.”
Knowing that my pops was missing let me know that I was right—he w
as planning to come for A’Moya.
Taking my phone from my pocket, I sent Surge a message.
Me: Bro, I need a new house ASAP and far from Manhattan.
As soon as I had A’Moya somewhere else, I was going to find my dad and end his life.
My phone received a message, and I looked down at it.
Surge: Say nothing. I got you, bro!
I put my phone away, feeling a little better. I was going to end this once and for all. My pops wasn’t expecting me to come for him, and I was going to use that to my advantage.
Pushing my pops to the back of my mind, the three of us talked and enjoyed lunch together.
“A’Moya, can we exchange numbers?” Clare asked as we got ready to leave after I paid the bill.
“Sure,” A’Moya happily answered.
I watched them exchange numbers and another hug before we all walked out of the restaurant.
“So, why are you not talking to that fast ass girl anymore?” I called out to Clare, and she stopped walking to look up at me.
She looked like she didn’t want to tell me, but I gave her a look to say don’t try me and she sighed.
“There’s this boy that I like.”
My brow arched at that statement, and she rolled her eyes at me.
“Who, Guns?” I asked, and her mouth dropped.
I didn’t forget about the way she was looking at him that time my dad came over to my Unc’s. Or how I heard his name mentioned between her and that fast ass hoe.
“No! I will admit I did have a little crush on him, but that was it. I’ve grown up since then,” her mouth said, but I didn’t know if that was the truth.
I made a mental note to definitely ask that nigga Guns what was up since clearly, he was into fucking family members.
“So, who’s the nigga?”
“Don’t even worry, Pharaoh, I don’t like him anymore because she slept with him knowing how I felt about him. And she was talking about me to other girls.”
Her eyes shot up to meet mine, and she nodded with her hands up in mock surrender. “I know. You warned me about her, and I’m sorry for not listening.”
I just shook my head at her, but I let it go because I was just happy she wasn’t fucking with that little ass hoe anymore.
There was something about that girl’s eyes that told me she was a fucking slide, and I was right. I didn’t want my sister walking with motherfuckers like that!
The bitch was probably a hoe in kindergarten!
“Let’s do this again soon,” Clare said after we walked her to her car that I bought for her seventeenth birthday.
“I would like that,” I said and wrapped an arm over A’Moya’s shoulders.
Clare hugged us again, and we stood back to watch her climb into her car and drive away.
“I’m glad we did that,” A’Moya said, and I looked down at her.
“Me too.”
I pulled her close to me and kissed her lips while my hand rubbed her stomach. Something I found myself doing a thousand times a day. I was obsessed with my seed growing inside the woman I loved.
“It is true!”
We broke our kiss when I heard someone’s voice. And when I looked around, I saw Gena standing there staring at us.
“You said that you didn’t want kids, Legion!” Gena yelled, and I gritted.
“Gena, move on, man, for real.”
“No!” She stomped her feet at me. “Does your bitch know that when she left you, you came to my apartment?!”
Gena threw her arms across her chest.
“Yeah, she fucking knows! And she knows that we didn’t fuck too, even though you tried!”
Her mouth dropped, and she looked at A’Moya before looking back at me.
For the two days I stayed at Gena’s apartment, she tried to fuck and suck, but my dick just wouldn’t get hard. After the second day, I knew why and took my ass home after she cussed my ass out.
“You’re a real piece of shit, Legion! You played me for two fucking years!”
“That’s on you, shorty, not me.” She gasped at my words.
“You chose to see something that wasn’t there. In two years, did I ever tell you that I loved you or wanted to be with you? Nah, shorty, all I gave you was dick and a few dollars, not even a fucking conversation. Do you even know my date of birth, Gena?”
Her mouth fell, and her eyes watered.
I wasn’t trying to hurt her feelings. However, I wasn’t going to allow her to make me feel bad for some shit I didn’t do.
I never, ever lied to Gena—I kept it one hundred with her—she wanted more, and I always told her that I couldn’t give her that. Wasn’t my fault she chose not to hear me.
“I told you I wasn’t the nigga for you, ma. I never lied about that. You just thought your pussy would hold and change me, but I needed more than that, Gena. You stayed. I didn’t make you. Fuck all that victim shit.”
She was trying to make me look like a fuck nigga in front of my girl, and I wasn’t having that.
Gena’s eyes landed on A’Moya again, to her stomach and back up to her face before she grimaced.
“So, you found all that in this retarded bitch and gave her a fucking baby?”
“The fuck you say?” I stepped toward her.
She tried to run, but I grabbed that ass and wrapped my hands around her throat.
“Legion!” she gasped when I squeezed her neck.
“Pharaoh, don’t!” A’Moya grabbed my hand, but I wasn’t letting this hoe go.
“Bitch, don’t ever in your fucking life call my woman a retarded bitch. You’re the only retarded bitch I know! You thought because I pushed my dick in your mouth and pussy that meant love?! Bitch, I would fuck you right now and put a bullet in your skull as soon as I nut because you ain’t shit to me! You were just a pussy and mouth to use when I was bored, bitch!”
“Pharaoh, stop! Let her go!” A’Moya pleaded with me.
Hearing the fear in her voice snapped me from the dark place my mind was going, and I let Gena go.
“Fuck you, Legion. Word to everything I love you’re going to regret that!” Gena hoarsely yelled at me.
“The fuck you just say?” I went to grab her again but stopped when A’Moya pulled my arm.
Gena took off running, jumped into her car, and sped away.
“Pharaoh.”
I looked down at A’Moya, and I felt like finding Gena to kill her ass because of the fearful look A’Moya had in her eyes.
“I would never hurt you like that, baby, I promise. But I won’t allow anyone to hurt or disrespect you or my seed. Do you understand?” I told her, and she nodded.
She took my hand and pulled me toward my car. When I looked around, I saw that a few people were watching us, and I gritted my back teeth.
When we climbed into my car, I pushed the key in the ignition and sighed, knowing that after my dad, I was going to kill Gena too.
I guess Legion wasn’t as retired as I thought he was!
Just before I pulled away, I turned to look at Moya, and all I could do was pray that in the end, she didn’t walk away from the monster that I thought didn’t exist but did.
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
Kanada wasn’t fucking with my ass no matter what I said, and it was starting to fucking get to me. I knew she was moving out from what TJ said, but when she confirmed it, that shit did something to me.
Ma told me my stubbornness would be my downfall, and I thought she was just talking until I felt that shit in my chest when those words left Kanada’s mouth—she was leaving—and soon!
I thought things between us were done before, but I guess it was now more than ever. I couldn’t even be mad at her because she was right, I hadn’t said a motherfucking thing to her since that night we spoke, so why should she stay?
To be honest, I ignored her because I knew my anger would get the best of me, and I didn’t want that. Ma always taught me as a kid that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, I s
houldn’t say anything at all. That was the main reason why I was ignoring her. But it was also because I felt played by her too. Even though my heart told me she didn’t do it for any other reason than fear, all that was going on around me made it hard to believe it.
People all around me was fucking playing with me, and I thought if I had no one else in my corner, I had Kanada. So, to find out she was lying to me too—especially after I was running around confidently defending my relationship with her, I felt like she was laughing at me like everyone else.
I was being a fucked-up nigga, I know, but damn, look at the shit that was happening around me. I found out that my fucking closest friend from high school, Richard, was plotting against me and had his boys try to kill Surge. Then Surge ends up with Dior, not knowing she was the detective’s daughter. Then all the shit he was doing had me looking at him sideways.
On top of that, I find out that my woman who I trusted, had lied to me about what she was doing the night we met. Her baby daddy came to add to that shit, and although I later found out he was talking bullshit, it added to whatever we were dealing with.
And then to finish me off, I find out that Guns was behind all the bullshit that was going on, plus he was fucking our stepmother, who was plotting too. Oh, and let’s not forget my real mother was actually alive the whole time! It was a lot for one nigga to deal with, and it wasn’t an excuse but the truth.
Kanada was the first girlfriend I had. From the time I was old enough to know what pussy was, all I did was fuck, including Brittany, so I was used to pushing people away, shutting down when shit happened and moving on to the next. It was easy to drop back into that same routine, even though my heart was telling me not to. But I guess none of that mattered anymore because she was leaving and didn’t even want to talk to me.
So, I decided to give her some space and go to Brittany’s house to spend some time with KeKe. If nothing else in my life made sense, my baby girl did. She kept my ass busy and my thoughts away from Kanada and her impending move.
I didn’t know when she was leaving. I thought about asking her, even though I knew she wouldn’t tell me, but when I left this morning, most of her things and TJ’s were all boxed up. Needless to say, Ma blamed me and cussed my ass out. I took it because had I gotten out of my feelings before, maybe I could have stopped it. But after all I did, I thought it was time to let her go because she deserved to move on and be happy.
