Fawn sighs. “I’m running late; I’ll give you a call later.”
The way I’m feeling, I’d like to handcuff this bitch, yank them jeans off of her and burn ’em—force her to have to stay with me until I’m ready to let her go.
But I say, “Aye, I’ll be waiting for your call.” I’m all broke up inside as I watch her turn around, taking that sweet pussy away from me—walking it out the door.
CHAPTER 30
Days go by and I don’t hear a word from Fawn. At first I was moping around, but now I’m pretty much over that ho. Whatever spell she had on me is starting to wear off.
It’s two-dollar drink night at this little hole in the wall joint a few blocks from the crib. Evette got paid, and I finally got some money in my pockets. My paper is not as long as I’d like, but I create a big-ass knot by covering a bunch of ones with a few twenty-dollar bills.
I’m chilling with Munch and pretty boy, Blake. For some reason, Pretty Boy ain’t getting any play. It’s my night tonight; every bitch in this dip has her eye on me.
I’m not even tryna holla at none of ’em. I’m playing it cool… sending two-dollar drinks to the chosen few. The rest of these bitches can suck my nutts! They can keep sashaying past me and batting their eyelashes all they want, but I ain’t buying them shit. I’m invested in the hoes already drinking off me…and before this night is over, they gon’ pay up.
Two-dollar drink night isn’t the welcome home fantasy I imagined, but for now, this is the closest I can get to my dream of ballin’.
Desperate for attention, this real thirsty chick sends me a drink. I don’t even look at her or thank her. I throw the liquor back and chase it down with big swig of Heineken.
Munch’s seat has been empty for quite awhile. His ass is the bathroom, allegedly taking a leak. But I’d bet good money that Munch is hemmed up in a stall, licking the lining out of some broad’s coochie.
Ordinarily, Blake would be checking on Munch, making sure the bull don’t eat nothing he didn’t give his stamp of approval on. But Blake has been having a texting war with his baby mama for the past half-hour. He’s too distracted to keep tabs on Munch.
As the night progresses, chicks get bolder. They’re taking turns sitting next to me and striking up a conversation. I’m barely responding to these chicks. After the hell that bitch Fawn put me through, I’m not making it easy for none of these hoes. When one of ’em figures out what I want to hear, then I’ll start talking.
Blake puts his cell phone away. Finished battling with his baby mama, he’s now running game on this super tall chick, trying to line up his pussy for the night. The chick he’s talking to doesn’t appeal to me. She’s real tall, like a basketball player. Big ol’ mannish hands and everything. I wonder if she’s a tranny. I laugh to myself. It would serve Pretty Boy right if he ended up with a man in his bed.
I turn back to the chick that’s sitting in Munch’s seat. Her name is Detina.
“My girlfriend wants to know if you want to come back to her place tonight,” Detina asks.
“It depends,” I say in cool-ass way.
“Depends on what?
“On whether I can get into a ménage with both of y’all.”
Detina glances away in embarrassment. Her laughter sounds both nervous and excited. She picks up her drink and guzzles it down. She’s acting like she’s shook by my proposition, but I wasn’t born yesterday. This cunt knows good and well she’s with it. She just don’t wanna seem overly eager to get in the middle of a dick and pussy sandwich.
“Okay, I don’t mind,” she finally concedes.
“What about your girlfriend. Is she with it?”
“I can’t speak for her.”
“Well, go talk to shawty. Find out where her head is at.”
“Wait, I need a moment.” This chick, Detina, gestures to the barmaid to bring her another drink. On my tab! The nerve of this cunt whore! I’ma break her face if she can’t convince her friend to agree to a threesome.
The barmaid gives her a fresh drink, and she immediately starts sipping. “I can’t believe I’m considering doing something so freaky,” Detina says.
Next to me, Pretty Boy’s cell phone goes off; the ringtone is loud and startling. He takes the call, and then nudges me. As he’s handing me his phone, he says in a malicious voice, “You playing Big Willie tonight, but you still ain’t got your own cell phone.”
Detina bursts out laughing. I’m embarrassed and furious. I’m ready to fuck up Pretty Boy for putting me on blast. Detina deserves to be bitch-slapped for laughing so loud after having two or three drinks on me.
“It’s Fawn,” Blake says.
Anger instantly melts. My baby’s on the phone?
Leaving Detina sitting alone at the bar, I walk away with Blake’s phone in my hand. I keep walking until I’m outside. A call from my baby requires complete privacy.
“Hello.”
“I know you’re mad, but get over it. I miss you and I wanna see you tonight.” Fawn doesn’t bullshit around. This chick gets straight to the point.
“Damn, can’t I get an apology for the way you left me waiting around for your phone call?”
“I’m sorry, Kaymar. Can I make it up to you?”
“How?”
“I have something for you,” she says in a teasing, singsong voice.
“Oh, yeah, whatchu got for me?” I should be cussing this bitch out instead of allowing her to persuade me.
“I’ll give you a hint. What I have tastes like strawberries.”
“Damn, you got my mouth watering. How long will it take you to get to my crib?”
“Give me forty-five minutes. I already have my car keys in my hands. I’ma hop on 95; I’ll be there in around forty-five minutes.”
We hang up. For a few moments, I’m standing there smiling and unconsciously licking my lips. I’m on some sucker shit. I check myself and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
I have no idea what I’m gonna say to Evette. But whatever I come up with, she better go along with it.
Inside the bar, I find Blake and give him his phone. I still don’t see Munch. Bitches are probably in the bathroom taking numbers. I honestly don’t understand why he likes to eat a bunch of anonymous pussy, but I can’t judge the man.
“Oh, there you are.” Detina gives me the thumbs-up sign. “It’s all good. My friend, Shay, said we can all chill at her spot.”
I look toward the end of the bar and the shawty named Shay smiles and waves at me.
“Yo, jot down your number on a napkin. Something came up. I’ma have to holla at you and shawty some other time.”
Detina glares at me. I don’t blame her. I’m mad at my damn self for turning down an opportunity to get into a ménage.
“Are you serious?” Detina turns up the corner of her lip.
“It’s an emergency.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmurs with a hand on her hip.
“Yo, seriously. My baby mom just went in labor,” I tell her, unable to think of any other emergency.
I hurry out of the bar. The crib is not that far, so I take off running…hauling ass so I can quickly explain the situation to Evette before Fawn gets there.
“You know I haven’t dealt with that many females. I still got a lot of wild oats to sow,” I explain to Evette.
“Okay, I realize that,” Evette says, pacing in the bedroom. “But…”
“Look, I’m tryna be a man about this. I could do my dirt in the streets, but I’m not. How many men would be honest enough to do their extracurricular fucking right here under your nose? Can’t I get some credit for keeping it real?”
Evette opens her mouth to say something, but then changes her mind. I run it down like a courtroom lawyer, and she can’t think of a word to say in her defense.
“Evette, get a move on! Make the bed up real quick before you go in the spare bedroom!” I yell at her.
She stands there looking pitiful. “I mean…I understand what you’re
saying. Being in prison for that long time, I realize you missed out on a lot of living. But I just think we should’ve discussed it together. Made a joint decision about you bringing a girl home.”
“What’s your problem? You act like I’m bringing home my future wife. You’re the woman I’m planning to marry. Are you really that insecure over a jumpoff?” I look at Evette like she’s crazy. My mouth is hanging open and I’m blinking all crazy with my eyes poppin’ out of my head.
She hesitates for a moment and then shakes her head hesitantly. She’s scared. She doesn’t want to push me over the edge, but I can tell she’s not convinced it’s a good idea for me to let shawty come to the crib.
Time is ticking. I have to quickly persuade Evette to get on board with this. I soften my approach. “You need to trust me. Do you honestly believe I’d mess up what we been building for two years?”
“Why do you need another woman?”
“For sex.”
“But I give you all the sex you need. I do it all. Anything you ask for.” Her voice is whiny, getting on my nerves. She’s starting to piss me off. I realize talking soft and tender isn’t getting through to her; now I’m about to go ham on this broad.
“I’ma twenty-six-year-old man!” I holler at the top of my lungs. I pound on my chest like King Kong. My loud mouth and the booming on my chest are scaring the shit out of Evette, making her twitch and jump.
“You tryna rob me of my youth,” I say loudly, trying to get my point across.
“No, I’m not. I just don’t know what else I can do to satisfy you.”
“It ain’t all about you, Evette.” I grab my head, groaning real loud. I’m acting like I’m so frustrated, I can’t take another second of her selfishness. “I’m too young to be tied down to one woman. I’m tryna be honest with you, Evette. But if you can’t deal with an honest nigga, then it’s time for me to get up outta here.”
I ain’t got no place to go, so I’m taking a big chance in calling her bluff.
Her lips quiver. I’m relieved to see she’s breaking down. “I appreciate that you’re being honest,” she says. “I’m surprised; that’s all. You don’t have to go nowhere. I don’t want you to leave me over something like this. We’ll work it out.”
I turn my mouth down in a bitter frown. I shake my head in disgust. Evette looks down in shame. Without hollering at her, I’m quietly getting my point across. Letting her know that I’m really disappointed she would risk me packing up and leaving over her insecurities of me dipping my dick into some extra pussy.
“How long do you need to see other females?” Evette asks, as she slowly accepts it’s my way or the highway.
“Until I sow all my wild oats,” I snap. “I’m all man, baby. If you want a faggot, go get yourself one!”
“I know you’re all man. I’m just saying….” She scratches her head. “We’re supposed to be getting married; I was going to ask you about going to get the license.”
“Nah. I ain’t getting no license yet. The wedding is still on, but we’re gon’ have to delay it until I can get the desire to fuck other broads out of my system.”
Evette sniffles; it’s an ugly, annoying sound. If she thinks I’m going to hug her and console her, she’s nuttier than I thought.
“Cut that sniffling out,” I tell her. “You knew what it was when you first started writing me. I been in the joint since I was sixteen. A young boy doesn’t know anything about women. You gon’ have to pump the brakes on this marriage shit and wait for me to live a little and fuck a lot!” I say the last few words with my mouth twisted in malice because Evette is irking me by sniffling and crying.
“But I’ve been waiting for so long, and you promised me—”
“Fuck what I promised you. I’m not jumping into marriage before I find out what other pussies feel like.”
She winces.
“Yo, I thought this was my crib, too.”
“It is!”
“Well, if I you can’t deal with me bringing my female company home, there ain’t any point in me staying here.” I walk to the closet, move around some clothes. Then I yank a shirt off the hanger, giving the impression I’m about to start packing.
“It’s okay, Kaymar. I get it. I really do. I’m being selfish. You should have all the extra women you need until you get it all out of your system,” Evette blurts in desperation.
“That’s what I want to hear. Now you’re talking like you have some sense. If it’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s an insecure, jealous chick.”
“I’ll learn to deal with my insecurities, Kaymar.”
I’ve been told more than once that I look extra handsome when I smile. So I flash her one of my best smiles. “That’s good to hear. If you can handle me sexing another female right here in the crib, it’ll make our relationship stronger. Dig what I’m saying?”
She shrugs uncertainly. “I hope so.”
“Marriage is a sacred union, Evette. I don’t want to get married and then end up resenting you because I feel like I’m missing out. The majority of married men cheat. But I want to be a faithful husband. Understand what I’m saying? Would you rather I cheat in your face while we’re single, or do it behind your back after we’re married?”
She walks over to the bed and pulls off the top sheet. “I prefer that you cheat in my face, Kaymar,” Evette admits in a sorrowful tone.
Yes! I’m so happy, I wanna hug Evette.
While Evette is straightening up the bed, I notice a stain on the bottom sheet. It’s not all that noticeable, but I don’t wanna put another woman in a bed that has a cum stain left over from when I was jacking my dick watching porn.
“Yo, hold up. Don’t throw the covers over these joints. There’s a cum stain from this morning.”
“We didn’t do anything this morning,” Evette says dumbly.
I shake my head. Seems like she deliberately acts dumb just to get on my nerves. “Man, change the damn sheets. Oh, and get those fluffy pillows out. Spread them shits all over the bed. Make it look real nice and cozy for my company.”
Evette gives me a hurt look when I tell her that I want the fancy pillows on the bed. Impatiently, I flick Evette on the ass. I don’t smack her ass real hard, the way I do when I’m making a sexual gesture. That two-finger flick I just gave her generates a sharp sting—lets her know I’m not fucking around.
“Get your ass in gear, Evette. My company will be here any minute.”
CHAPTER 31
Driving a different whip, Brick was able to slip into his old neighborhood undetected. Hoping to catch a glimpse of Thomasina and his son, he parked in the lot of the Superfresh on Fifty-Sixth Street. It was Tuesday, and if Thomasina was back to her usual routine, she’d be doing her weekly grocery shopping today.
Like clockwork, she came out of the market at ten-fifteen with Little Baron sitting in the cart. She pushed the cart over to her car, opened the trunk, and started loading it with bags. With one less mouth to feed, there weren’t as many bags as she used to bring out of the store.
It took all of Brick’s willpower not to run over to Thomasina’s car, lift his son out of the cart, and cover his face with kisses. Under the circumstances, all he could do was watch from afar. Using binoculars, he got a good look at his son. My lil’ man is lookin’ real husky. Getting big in only a few weeks. He watched as Thomasina lifted Little Baron out of the cart. Before putting him in his car seat, she reflexively kissed his cheek. A smile curved Brick’s lips. Despite his absence, his son was well cared for and loved.
He kissed his fingers and blew a kiss in his son’s direction. Here’s one from Daddy. I love you, son.
Brick was banned from his boy’s life, and rightfully so. He couldn’t blame Thomasina for doing what she thought was best for their child. Still Brick believed with all of his heart that the day would come when he and his boy would be reunited. It might be years from now, but that day was surely going to come.
Thomasina drove out of the lot and turned r
ight. She never missed a day going to the hospital to see Misty, but at least he knew of her whereabouts right now.
He picked up his cell phone and called Anya. “It’s cool. Her mom’s not at the hospital. Go on up to her room; try to get in at least a five-minute visit. And make sure you tell her what I said.”
“I gotchu,” Anya said and then disconnected.
Knowing that Anya had his back, Brick exited the parking lot with a sense of relief.
Brick waited a few moments and then exited, making a left. He had an appointment with Tayshaun to see what was up with the fake ID he promised to have ready this morning. And he also needed to find out what was up with the gun and the other weapons he’d made a deposit on. There was a delay in getting Anya the gun she wanted because Taye insisted on putting all the weapons in the same order. The killing tools that Brick had ordered from Taye were taking a lot longer than expected.
Anya’s method of revenge seemed too delicate. A bullet between a nigga’s eyes seemed too humane in Brick’s opinion. God help Brick’s victim...that mufucka, bitch or whoever was going to experience a lot of pain. It would be slow and torturous. He was gon’ make the mufucka wish for death exactly like Misty had. And this time Brick would make no mistakes. Misty’s assailant would not be left lingering between life and death. He or she was going to get a one-way ticket to hell—but they wouldn’t be taking the express. Nah, they had to take the slow route. Slow and bloody.
Brick drove to the projects, but Tayshaun wasn’t around and no one had seen him. A ten-thirty appointment didn’t mean a thing to a nigga like Tayshaun. ’Hood niggas be on their own timeframe!
He was pissed that he had to hang around waiting for Tayshaun to come through. Killing two birds with one stone, Brick decided to get rid of his frustration while improving his running stamina.
He drove to Valley Green in Germantown and hit the trails. Running up steep inclines had perspiration pouring off his body. His mind was no longer on the sorrow of losing his wife and child. He wasn’t pissed with Taye and his CP-time shenanigans. He wasn’t worrying about how he’d manage to infiltrate Smash Hitz organization nor was he pondering the many ways that he wanted to murder the man and his bitch-ass, tranny lover.
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