by Ivory B.
Nona turned towards the door when she heard keys jiggling in the lock. “Where you coming from?” she asked Toya. “From the mall with Essence and em, them bitches got an attitude cause I peaced off on em once I ran into Lucky at the mall.” “Oh Lucky was at the mall?” Nona asked dryly secretly waiting to hear how bad, disheveled, and broken hearted she looked that day, instead of her usual on point look. “Yeah her and Cutty was at the mall together they looked too cute holding hands and shit. I thought you said you heard they broke up? They ain’t look broke up to me as a matter of fact he was up in Macy’s buying her like three pairs of shoe boots. She got this one pair I swear I want them jawns so bad, they these BCBG boots that come to the knees an…” “So wait you saw Cutty and Lucky at the mall together?” Nona repeated stunned. “Yeah,” Toya said flashing her sister an incredulous look before getting up and heading towards the kitchen to get something to drink. Nona snatched her phone out of her pocket as she ran into her bedroom to call Cutty. It was no surprise to her his dog ass wouldn’t pick up his phone so she decided to send him a text. Don’t make me call yo bitch! Do she know about ya son? Nona kept her text short and straight to the point, she knew Cutty heard that warning shot loud and clear. Not even three minutes later her phone rang. “Ayo what’s good mah nigga, I’m wit wifey right now I’ll come through and check you a lil later on so we can talk about this business.” His voice was calm and collected as if he had not a worry in this world. She wanted to snap he was sitting here talking as if she were one of his niggaz, like he ain’t have his dick down her throat just a week ago. “No mutherfucka you better make it quick or I’ll call and put Lucky onto ya Minnie me and the one I got on the way,” Nona sneered. Cutty let go of a dry chuckle, the sound sent Goose bumps up Nona’s back, she didn’t care though she was past angry. “I’m on my way,” was the only thing he said before hanging up on her. Within an half an hour Cutty came flying down her street swinging his car over to the curb. He entered her apartment building and found her sitting on the stairs waiting on his arrival. Cutty charged at her snatching her up by her shirt and spitting in her face.
“Who the fuck you think you threatening bitch, do I look like the typa nigga you can threaten? I’ll end you if you don’t end this pregnancy.” “You gon make me have an abortion, how you choosin a bitch over ya own seed?” Nona snarled while wiping a glob of saliva from the side of her face. “Ayo miss me wit that sentimental bullshit; you knew what it was from jump, we was just fuckin but I love Lucky. Besides that’s probably not even my baby. Don’t think cause a nigga young you can pull the okie doke on me. I know how you get down, you easy.” The words that came out of Cutty’s mouth hurt Nona to her core. “You love her really? Cause I couldn’t tell from the way you been fuckin me.” Cutty shook his head and stared at Nona with regret before he reached in his pocket and took out a wad of cash tossing it in her face. “Get rid of that, and you ain’t gotta worry about tellin Lucky about my son because I will,” was Cutty’s departing words. Nona stood there broken hearted as she watched him swag away to most likely run back to Lucky. The pain she felt in her heart quickly transformed into a burning hatred for the man she once loved. He told her to end this pregnancy or he would end her, little did he know she had plans to end him. Now the older Noot got the more he started to look like his father. It was as if Cutty’s spirit had come back to haunt her through their son. She wanted to love her son but looking at him caused her to feel guilty at times. Their love child had definitely turned out to be the bone that was too big to bury.
What’s Done in the Dark, Comes to Light
Lucky lie in bed reading for recreational purposes for the first time in a long time. For months she was stuck reading for school but now she was on a break and taking full advantage of it by trying desperately to catch up on her Urban literature. She was a fiend for the genre of books they were definitely her guilty pleasure. It was almost spooky how she could relate to so many of the books. Usually her and Keema would swap books and talk about them as if the characters were real, they’d been trying to drag Ty into the fold for the longest but after she’d read a few lackluster books with the stereotypical hood book storylines she refused to read anymore Urban literature until recently. Lucky put her onto a new author whose books were amazing and apparently Ty thought so too from the periodic texts Lucky was receiving as Ty read the book. Lucky was so into another banger by the same author she paid no mind to Los as he was getting ready to hit the bricks until she could smell his cologne
“Ma you all into that jawn what happened now? Let me guess Ray Ray slapped Keisha across the room and ran from the Boys before he caught another case. I betchu I can guess the title of this one, Thot Bitch Assassins. Man I swear Lucky you be reading the craziest shit.” Lucky burst out into laughter taking her attention off of her Ipad to throw a pillow at Los for teasing her about the books she read. “Lucky Charms is this how you gon spend your break all into that imaginary hood shit? I mean a nigga can bring you right out to North Philly baby. Pull up on the block and you can see all that stuff you reading about live and in the flesh,” “Carlos shut up. I’ll pass on the hood tour, I’d rather read about it not be about it,” Lucky laughed. She tore her attention from her book to let her eyes roam up and down his body. Lucky couldn’t ignore that rumbling feeling deep down in her belly that traveled to her center making her moist. She tossed her electronic addiction to the side and stared at him.
“You lookin mighty good. I’m sayin you getting real fly for some skrippers, hmm.” Los raised an eyebrow before flashing a bright, sexy, smile. “Awe here we go, you about to be on some bullshit I feel it in the air.” “No, no I’m not. I don’t care. Go out and do you. Have them bitches bounce up and down on ya dick, get you hot and bothered so you can come home and slay your wife that’s their job.” “Word? That’s how you really feel?” Los asked easing down on the bed gazing at Lucky’s plump ass hanging out the bottom of her PINK boy cut shorts. Lucky’s body was on point; the definition of Thim Slick, slim and thick combined. “Yup word,” Lucky concurred. Los leaned over pulling Lucky into his arms where he nibbled and sucked on her neck. “Luck why don’t you do that lil tongue trick for Daddy before I leave,” he whispered sexily in her air. “Nope you gotta wait till you get home,” Lucky replied just above a whisper. “Why?” Lucky moved her head to the side so that she could look him dead in those pretty amber brown eyes of his. She slithered her hand between his legs and grabbed at the huge bulge in his jeans. “You gonna leave this house with full balls and I expect you to come back with em full, and if you don’t you better call Cathy and make sure she got her black dress ready before you step foot in my damn house,” Lucky whispered sexily licking his closed lips like a cat in heat then biting his bottom lip, sending his dick to jump as if it were trying to spring from his jeans. Lucky slid from his arms to retrieve her Ipad and continue reading leaving Los looking stuck. Los looked at her with a slight smile of intrigue on his face. “You serious ain’t you?” “As a heart attack; I trust you implicitly baby but them bitches I don’t. So don’t give me a reason to come up in that club and show out. You know how I do, I like to show up and show out.” Lucky said from behind her Ipad having a quick flashback of their arrests as she tried to find her spot in her book. Los laughed. “You gon stop talkin all that gangsta shit to me too, just make sure you got them lips wet for me when I get home, both pairs smart ass.” Lucky smiled hard trying to contain a laugh, she was completely crazy over Los and so was he over her. They both could admit they had issues with jealousy; they couldn’t fathom sharing each other with another. “C’mere baby girl,” Los said standing at the foot of the bed with his arms open. Lucky looked up and saw him standing there looking good enough to eat. She couldn’t explain what came over her but she got extra giddy and felt butterflies swarming in her stomach. Lucky threw her Ipad to the side, hopped up, and rushed towards him leaping off the bed into his arms with a hard giggle. Los caught her in his arms and laughed before he
kissed her on the forehead then lips passionately. “A’ight Mami let me break out before you have these dudes blowing me up,” Los said right before he slapped her on her plump behind signaling her to unwrap her legs and arms from around him like a koala bear. “Umm” Lucky pouted in protest as Los eased her on her back giving her one last kiss on her lips. Lucky wouldn’t unwrap her legs from around him as he lay on top of her between her legs. “C’mon Luck let me up,” “Umm, um no I changed my mind I don’t want you to go,” Lucky pouted. Los knew how ticklish she was so he used it to his advantage by poking her in her side. Just like he knew she would she jumped and started giggling like the Pillsbury doughboy. Lucky unwrapped herself from him and tried to crawl away fast as Carlos poked her a few more times for good measure. He couldn’t help but laugh himself after hearing her cracking up. “I’ll be back Baby girl, love you,” Los called over his shoulder as he rushed out the house,
Meanwhile, Jah had finished doing one last walk through of his new home making sure everything was locked up and secure before he left for the night. They had been living in their New Jersey pad for almost a month now, despite being there for some time neither him nor Keema were completely used to it. Maybe it had to do with all the extra space. The kids and Keema seemed happy in the house and it wasn’t too far from Philly. Keema ended up getting her spoiled ass way after all Jah thought to himself before kissing his sleeping wife on the forehead just as he'd done the kids’ minutes ago. He was going to have to break the news to her sooner than later that he had gotten deeper in a game that he previously said he would get out. Considering she wanted him to get out and focus on the rap game he didn’t know how she was going to take it. Jah scanned the room one last time before setting the house alarm from his cell phone. He’d worry about that inevitable blow up with Keema later; tonight it was about him and his niggaz turn up time!
Ty tore her attention from her Ipad long enough to eye Nice as he came out of their walk in closet fully dressed. She felt little butterflies in her belly when he looked over at her and blew a kiss. Ty couldn’t help but blush and notice how good he was looking and smelling. Damn this man always smells good. “Psss, you ain’t fly.” “What? Go head wit that shit ma, you know I’m the flyest nigga you know.” Ty smiled rolling her eyes to the ceiling; this dude is so damn conceited. Nice leaned in planting a sensual kiss on her smiling lips. That one kiss alone made her body tingle. When he stood up to finish getting ready Ty couldn’t help but comment.
“I still can’t understand why y’all have to go to a strip club to celebrate your boy’s birthday.” “It’s a gentlemen’s club not a strip club. Plus I already told you we going for two reasons. Reason one, my boy Big Mike owns the club and he been tryin to get us out there for a minute now, so we finally going to support my manz business and bringing my nigga Blacka to celebrate his birthday. Black just touched down from doing nearly a nickel the last thing he wanna do is be around a whole bunch of dudes so we bringing him where the ladies at.” Ty sucked her teeth. “Boy did you say a gentleman’s club? Please, like I said it’s a strip club. Same difference them chicks will still do something strange for a lil extra change in the champagne room the same way they do in hood strip clubs.” Nice chuckled at Ty catching the shade she was throwing. “I don’t understand why y’all can’t celebrate a birthday without all the ratchetness. Us girls we go out to a 5 star restaurant, toss back a few drinks, hit a club or two and come back home. You don’t see me and my girls at a strip club wit dicks and balls swinging in our faces.” “Yeah and I better not,” Nice commented with a hint of jealousy. Ty sucked her teeth, “Yeah whateva, all I know is you betta not hit them bitches off with nothing more than singles. Don’t be in there rack city’ing no tens, twenties and fifties on them bitches.” Nice cracked up laughing shaking his head back and forth. “C’mon now you know better than that. I already got two women in my life I can’t afford one more. I swear you and Ky gon have a brother collecting cans and turning them in,” Nice joked he wasn’t nowhere near broke and Ty knew it. She didn’t know exactly how much money he was sitting on but she knew he was racked up. “Do I have to remind you of proper strip club etiquette?” Nice arched his brow then pulled Ty into his arms. “Yo what’s wrong ma? Tell me what’s up? You worried I’ma go out here and give ya shit away? Never that Ty I got all I need right here,” He mumbled against her lips before slipping her tongue and kissing her deeply. Nice moved his lips from hers and trailed them to her neck. “Tell me we good,” he whispered in her ear. When she said nothing he bit her on her neck causing Ty to first moan then scream as he put more pressure behind his bite. “Tell me we good.” Nice repeated through his bite. “We good,” Ty said stubbornly.
Nice backed up and ran his eyes over her body as Ty rubbed her neck and flashed him an angry glare. She was lying in bed wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else on. He eyed Ty’s shapely figure. He loved everything about it. Ty’s body was mean! Even when she gained weight it all seemed to go directly to her bottom half, which Nice loved but knew it bothered Ty at times. She couldn’t help it though she got it from her Mama. Ty was shaped just like Tina and if looking at Tina was a preview of what he would have to look forward to in 15 to 20 years from now he was a very happy man, fuck that ecstatic. Yes he was thinking about a lifetime with Ty, he was absolutely crazy about her and planned on marrying her. Ty went to roll over and grab her Ipad again when Nice brought his hand back and slapped her hard on her behind sending her plump ass jiggling. “Ouuuch! Kamar you asshole!” Ty kicked at him missing. “Baby girl I’m lettin you know from jump when I get in I’ma wake that ass up just to put it back to sleep,” Ty chuckled a little at his comment while trying to find her place back in her book. Nice got up to finish getting ready and when he was done he kissed both his pretty ladies goodnight and bounced.
“Damn it’s about time y’all niggaz came through!” Big Mike said with a jovial smile. “Blacka it’s good to see you home baby! You like what you see?” Blacka shook his head up and down in appreciation as a topless, g-string clad, big booty stripper swayed by them putting a little arch in her back to poke her ass out even more. Big Mike was very happy Los and his crew finally came through, them being in the building meant money was coming through. They weren’t going to buy drinks they were going to buy bottle after bottle. On top of that all the dick riding niggaz in the club who wanted to keep up with the Jones’s whether they could afford it or not would spend their last dime trying to keep up with Los and his crew. This was a win, win situation for Big Mike that is. Big Mike beamed with pride as he showed them around his establishment.
Los would have to admit Big Mike seemed to have a pretty good thing going. There was a chick in every flavor for every man’s preference, White girls, and Latino girls, Asian, Blasian, Mulatto’s and Sista’s in all beautiful shades of brown. Every chick in there was 8’s and above. Bodies, hygiene, natural hair and weaves on point. A straight rainbow of beauty, eye candy for sure, temptation that could get a man fucked up for 18 years plus if he wasn’t on point.
“Ayo y’all check this out.” Big Mike boasted showing off his money machines that took big bills and changed them into singles. There was even a cash station similar to the ones in casinos where you changed big money into bricks of singles. Mike even sold cash guns in different sizes; you actually slipped a stack of one’s into a money gun machine pulled the trigger back on it and watched the money go flying out. They were taking the whole making it rain thing to new heights. Los laughed hustle recognized hustle. He figured Big Mike made it a point to show them these cash machines and cash guns for a reason. By the time the men made it up to the very lavish and tastefully decorated VIP section each of them were carrying several bricks of singles and cash guns all for the purpose of making it rain. The strippers who were always on their grind smelled money in the air, they all wanted to flock to the VIP area but Big Mike shut that down from the door. He was very selective about which chicks he let up, only letting the best in the
building go up to entertain Los and his squad leaving some chicks feeling salty. “That’s real fucked up Mike how you stoppin a bitch from eating,” one of the strippers screamed with her face all screwed up. Mike laughed it off. He didn’t care if these bitches were mad. Them niggaz just got in the building the last thing they needed was a gang of thirsty hoes in their faces before they got a chance to relax and see a few top-notch strippers twerk. Mike sent two bottles of Rozay to their table on the house and within an hour their table was looking as if they were celebrating winning the Super Bowl. Gold bottles, Ace of Spade, Henny, Ciroc, Dom, you name it, it was on the table.
A thick red bone boldly swayed over to Los assuming the position turning her back to him busting it wide open and popping her pussy all over his lap. His dick stood at attention and saluted her performance. She bent over and clapped her supple ass cheeks together as Los pulled a hundred dollar bill from his pocket bent it in half and slid it up her ass crack leaving it hanging at the top of her g-string. She looked over her shoulder at him licked her lips seductively and smiled. She had been dancing for him for the past half hour with no intentions of going anywhere if she could help it. Her co-workers were green with envy waiting for her to move on so they could get a piece of the pie. It wasn’t hard to tell he was a boss, the icing on the cake though was the fact he was so damn fine.
Los looked around at his boys both Jah and Nice had one of a pair of mulatto looking twins on either of their laps going completely in, even leaning in kissing and groping each other for that extra viewing pleasure. Real was a few feet away with a bad ass dark skinned beauty on his lap. Los watched on as she rocked her hips back and forth on his lap with her eyes shut tight, biting her bottom lip while Real massaged her breasts and whispered in her ear. Her body jerked and she began to buck on his lap. Los squinted to get a better look at what was really going on when he saw that Real’s other hand was in between ole girl’s long brown legs. Baby girl’s body shook hard and she almost folded completely over. Real withdrew his hand from between her legs slid his hand in his pocket coming back up with two hundred dollars, handed it to her then slapped her on her ass hard sending her on her way, he then held out his arm for the next chick standing by who hopped right on his lap for her turn. Los burst out into laughter shaking his head back and forth. This lil nigga is wild. That was Los before Lucky he would’ve pulled a move similar to that.
