Wayne, feeling humiliated and beaten, nodded. His nostrils were flared and he avoided eye contact with not only Dante but also Jayron.
Dante chuckled. “Okay,” he said, before walking out the door. Edric walked at his side, taking Wayne’s gun with him. “Remember what I said. And if you see that nigga Breon before I do, tell him his old buddy Dante is lookin’ for him.”
CHAPTER 3
With the hours that Breon had slept throughout the night, he couldn’t find himself tired enough to go back to sleep. For the rest of the morning, he chilled. He had texted Nikki, but as of yet had not heard anything back. By the time he was getting ready to head into work over in Chinatown, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Dressed in his black jeans and his Johnson & Pearl winter shirt, he headed out the door and decided that he’d hit Nikki back up when he got to work.
Breon pulled into the Johnson & Pearl parking lot about fifteen minutes before noon. He smiled, priding himself in having been on time to work. Johnson & Pearl was located in a large, brick building in Chicago’s Chinatown neighborhood, which was just southwest of downtown. Breon really didn’t care for the job, especially considering that he used to make way more money out in the streets. Watching many of his friends and associates go down for doing dirt had changed his mind, pushing him out of the street life a few years ago and more onto the right track of working a steady job. Now, all he needed was the wife and kids and he’d really have the good life. He still needed to find a way to get his hands on Trina’s father’s phone number so he could call the guy and ask him for permission to marry his daughter.
Dragging his feet, Breon headed inside. There, he walked past coworkers who worked in other departments. They were all heading toward the door as if they weren’t going to work. After thinking about asking them what was going on, Breon decided to simply ask Mr. Shoemaker, who was the shipping company’s shift supervisor. He found Shoemaker in the office at the back of the building. Breon noticed how empty the floor was, as it was usually occupied by a couple of semi-trucks when he’d first arrived at work. Breon walked up to the office door, seeing that Shoemaker, who was an older, bald white guy, talked grumpily into the phone. He looked up when he saw Breon standing there. “They didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Breon asked, shrugging. “They just walked by.”
Shoemaker said something into the phone then turned back to Breon. “Two trucks got caught up in some bullshit down in Indianapolis, so now I’m on the phone talking to those rednecks down there,” he explained, shaking his head. “So, it looks like we won’t have any work for another hour. Don’t be worried ‘cause you’ll still get paid. I just ask that you stay close and come when you get a text from me, okay?”
“Okay,” Breon said. Not needing to hear any more, he turned around and made his way for the door. On his way, he came up on his boy Fasil, who was his best friend at work. Anytime they had free time on their shift together, they would talk outside. There had even been a couple of times that Fasil had invited Breon over to his family functions.
Breon filled Fasil, who was from Somalia, in on what was going on. Just like Breon, the information had been news to his ears. The two then decided to go chill out in Breon’s car, maybe even going and getting something to eat if they saw that the trucks still hadn’t arrived within the hour like Shoemaker had said.
In the car, Fasil, who was somewhat thick in size and only 5’8, looked over at Breon. “So, nigga, what’s up?” he asked, his East Africa accent coming out a little bit. “Did you pop the question yet or not?”
“Nigga, I told you on Friday before we left work that I wasn’t gon’ do that shit until we go on our anniversary,” Breon said. “Damn, nigga, stop smokin’ that weed so maybe you’ll remember and shit.”
“Nigga, I remember,” Fasil said. “I just didn’t know if you was feelin’ all romantic and shit if you would get on bended knee sooner or some shit.”
“Naw, but I got another problem,” Breon said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
Fasil looked over at Breon, wondering what he meant by that. “Oh shit,” he said. “Y’all niggas in the states be knockin’ these bitches up. You done got her pregnant.”
“What?” Breon said. “Hell naw, she ain’t pregnant. That ain’t what I’m talkin’ bout.” He pulled up the ass picture that Nikki had sent to him. “This is what I’m talkin’ about.”
Fasil grabbed the phone and leaned in. “Damn, that is a fat ass,” he said, clearly excited. “Who is this chick? Let me hit it if you not.”
With slanted eyes, Breon looked over at Fasil. He chuckled as he grabbed his phone and shook his head. “Fasil, nigga,” he said, “how did I know you was gon’ say some shit like that?”
“Nigga, that bitch got a big ass booty,” Fasil said, sounding like a true African. “Who is that? Come on, nigga. You done showed me the picture and shit, so now I wanna know.”
“That’s my problem,” Breon said, leaning back. “Okay, you remember on Friday I told you I was goin’ to a comin’ home party of this nigga that I used to go to high school with that got locked up? Well, I went and this chick I used to know in school was there, Nikki. I doubt you know her. Anyway, back in school, man, she used to have this reputation for being able to suck a nigga’s dick until he passed out.”
Instantly, Fasil’s eyes lit up. “For real,” he said. “See, that’s the shit I like about living in the states. Y’all some freaks over here.”
“Nigga, whatever,” Breon said, laughing. “But then she got into it with this other chick at the party.”
“They start fighting and shit?” Fasil asked. “Like, tearing off clothes and stuff.”
Breon nodded and smiled. “Hmm, hmm,” he said. He pointed at his phone. “She got her shirt and bra torn off and I got to see them big ass titties and shit. I had to stop the fight and help her upstairs.”
“Nigga, you foul,” Fasil said.
“What?” Breon asked, smiling. “What you talkin’ bout a nigga foul? I was helpin’ stop the fight.”
“I already know where this shit is goin’,” Fasil said. “And let me guess… You helped her upstairs to get her together after she just got her fucking ass beat in front of whole bunch of people? She probably even cried on your shoulder for you bein’ such a gentlemen, even though you try’na take advantage of her when you know she’s already going to be feeling shitty and stuff.”
“Man, Fasil, whatever,” Breon said. “That’s not what a nigga was doin’.”
“So, what was you doing?” Fasil asked. “Did she wind up giving you some of that sweet pussy out in this truck?” Fasil sensed Breon’s silence. “Well?”
“Nigga, that bitch can suck dick so good,” Breon said. “I wound up goin’ back over there on Sunday when I left my daddy’s house over in Gary.”
“And you smashed her?” Fasil asked, feeling so jealous. “Nigga, don’t tell me you smashed her? If you did, did you tape that shit? I wanna watch and shit. Let me see.”
“Damn, nigga,” Breon said, pushing Fasil with his elbow. “You ain’t gotta be so fuckin’ freaky and shit. And yeah, I did smash. But if I woulda took a video, I wouldn’t be showin’ you.”
“Man, you are so fuckin’ lucky,” Fasil said. “That look like a big ass booty.”
“Man, big don’t even describe it,” Breon said, shaking his head. “And she got that pussy that leave my dick drippin’ and shit.”
“Fuck,” Fasil said, pressing the heels of his shoes into the floor. “That’s the kinda shit I’m talkin’ about. I fucked a big booty chick like that once. This chick from Pennsylvania or Delaware or something like that. Man, her ass was so fat.”
“Nigga, let me finish tellin’ my story and shit,” Breon said.
“Hold up,” Fasil said. “So now you’re working on proposing to your girl Trina and shit, but started fucking this other chick?”
“Exactly,” Breon said.
“You not catching feelings for this chic
k that quick are you?” Fasil asked. “I mean, she can’t be sucking your dick that damn good to where you already in love with her and shit.”
“Fuck naw,” Breon said. “That bitch is just somethin’ to do. I mean, you see that ass. At first, I was just gon’ get some head from her… You know, let her suck on the dick out here one good time so she could feel better about what happened over at my boy Wayne’s house and shit. You know, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do to make a chick happy.”
Fasil snickered, knowing that any American woman would disagree with such a statement.
“But, I mean, she started sending me these pictures and shit,” Breon said.
“And that’s when you went over there and smashed her and shit?” Fasil asked. “Yeah, she done got you.”
“What you mean she got me?” Breon asked.
“She used the fact that she got her ass beat in front of everyone to lure you in and shit,” Fasil said. “Man, don’t be surprised if she one of these chicks who try to have a baby by you.”
“Hell naw,” Breon said. “That shit definitely ain’t goin’ down.”
“So, now you’re still going to propose to Trina and stuff while fucking this other girl?” Fasil asked.
“Man, I don’t know,” Breon said. “I mean, I don’t wanna mess around on Trina, but it ain’t like it’s really feelings or anything like that involved. You know how it is. When it’s really just sex and no feelings, then it really ain’t cheatin’ or nothin’ like that. I love Trina, I really do. But that chick Nikki had a fat ass and some thighs that just would not quit. You hear me, nigga? That shit was just jigglin’ everywhere when I was beatin’ that pussy up.”
“I bet,” Fasil said. “And I mean, Trina really don’t have to know. But you gotta know how to handle that shit, though.”
“What you mean handle that shit?” Breon asked. “What the fuck you know about handling that kinda shit, nigga? I ain’t never seen you with two girls or nothin’ like that.”
“Breon, look at what part of the world I’m from,” Fasil said. “I know I came here when I was ten years old and stuff, but I do remember some stuff and I still got family over there. All I’m sayin’ is that you gotta be sure that Trina don’t find out.”
“That’s the thing,” Breon said. “She almost did.”
Breon explained the text message thing to Fasil. Fasil assured him that if Trina was going through his phone that meant that she was suspicious. Fasil assured him that he needed to hurry up and do something to deal with that, and more importantly, he needed to talk to the Nikki chick so she wouldn’t go on sending too many pictures.
“Trust me, man,” Fasil said. “That’s how dudes get busted. The side chicks always want more attention that they be willing to give them and they start acting up and stuff.”
“I don’t think she gon’ do all that,” Breon said, shaking the idea off. “I mean, I don’t even think she was lookin’ for nothin’ serious. After all, with how quick she had her lips on my dick and then how she was beggin’ me to come over and fuck her with it, I wouldn’t be surprised if she done had miles of dick already. That pussy still tight, though.”
“And that body is still nice,” Fasil said. He leaned over the console. “Let me see that picture again. Can I?”
Breon sighed and snickered as he went back to the picture and handed the phone to Fasil. Fasil licked his lips as he looked at the deep curvature of Nikki’s ass, making a comment about how it almost looked fake. Breon assured him that there was nothing fake about it whatsoever.
“So, what you think I should do, man?” Breon asked. “I mean, you think I should keep this chick on the side or just let it go and be like she was just somethin’ to do for a minute and go ahead and settle down.”
“Well, man,” Fasil said. “I mean, if I was you, I’d be like, I’m not married yet, so I can do whatever I want to do. When you married is really when you supposed to be faithful and stuff. I don’t know, though. I feel like I would be too paranoid to even think that she gon’ be okay with it. You know how these chicks are out here. Since there ain’t a lot of dudes to choose from, they’re fighting to hold on to the ones that they do got, so she might get jealous. Man, you’re gonna have to learn how to keep her in check so she’d not thinking that she’d going to get any more than you’re going to be giving her. And make sure you watch what you say to her, ‘cause you know them side chicks will play games then use what they know about you against you when everything goes bad.”
“Naw, man,” Breon said. “I ain’t tell her too much. I just gave her the dick and was really only worried about that. She do know that I got a chick, though.”
Fasil shook his head. “Oh, fuck,” he said. “You already messed up, man. I wouldn’t have told her that.”
“Why?” Breon asked. “Why wouldn’t you have told her that? I had to because she sent me a photo when I was out to dinner with Trina on Saturday and I wanted her to know that I had a chick so she would watch what she said to me and stuff. My ass was lucky that she’d only sent a nigga a bland soundin’ text last night when Trina decided to go through my phone.”
“Yeah, but you know how possessive chicks can be, especially when they’re hoes,” Fasil said. “You know how they want you when you belong to somebody else. Man, you betta not tell her that you’re thinking about getting married.”
“Hell naw,” Breon said. “What you think nigga? I’m stupid or somethin’? Hell naw, I’m not gon’ tell her that stuff, ‘cause then she’ll really get to running her mouth.”
“Right,” Fasil said. “And then when you cut her off, she’s going to be acting like you’ve done her wrong or something.”
Breon and Fasil continued talking for a few minutes more before they saw a truck turn into the parking lot from the street that ran along the side of the canal. They groaned at the thought of doing work. Deciding they had a few more minutes, Breon looked down in his phone. He was still well aware that he needed to say something to Nikki. His eyes a bit glazed over, he looked at the photo once more. Breon shook his head. “Damn, this is a big, fat ass,” he said.
Fasil looked over at his boy. “Yeah,” he said. “Just hope that shit don’t get you caught up in nothing stupid, man.”
“Naw, I’mma play it safe with her,” Breon said. “Actually, I’m even thinking about getting another phone and shit. You know, just one that I can keep in the car or somethin’ so I ain’t gotta worry about Trina goin’ through a nigga’s phone and stuff at night.”
“You right about that,” Fasil said. “’Cause if any chick see a ass like that being sent to your phone, she not gon’ care if you fucked her yet or not. All she’s going to see is that you were looking at another chick and thinking about her. Man, Trina seem nice and stuff, but she do seem like she can go off if you make her.”
“Hell yeah she can,” Breon said, thinking back to when he and Trina had gotten into a major argument. He’d seen a side come out of her that he’d never seen before. “But man, I’mma keep this on the low. That chick had some good, fine pussy. I mean, that shit was wet.”
Breon and Fasil hopped out of Breon’s SUV and headed toward the building.
“Okay, then,” Fasil said, sarcastically. “Now let me pull up to work one day and you got some ghetto ass mess that y’all niggas in the United States be having and stuff all out in the parking lot and I’ll be over there laughing my ass off.”
“Yeah, yeah, nigga,” Breon said as the two of them walked into the building. “You ain’t gotta worry about no shit like that.”
Breon and Fasil walked over to their work stations, which were on either side of the dock. As the semi-truck backed into the Johnson & Pearl building, Breon text messaged Nikki: Sorry, just now getting to work. Seeing that ass to wake me up for the morning was nice.
No sooner than Breon had slid his phone back into his pocket, he could feel it vibrating. There was a text message from Nikki: LOL. This pussy thought about you this morning.
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nbsp; Breon shook his head as he had to put his phone away so he could get to work. As guilty as he felt about messing around on Trina, he knew he’d probably kick himself if he didn’t take the chance to get with Nikki. Little did Breon know, however, was that Nikki was going to come with a bigger price than he realized. There would be much more than what meets the eye—much more than a nice body with a big butt.
As he worked, he thought more and more about how he needed to get in touch with Trina’s father before they left to go to Gatlinburg, Tennessee for their anniversary. It would definitely be an awkward talk, but it needed to be done. Breon decided that he’d simply call Trina’s mother and see if she had her ex-husband’s phone number. If that didn’t work, he’d have to ask one of Trina’s sisters. And deciding which one would be the hard part, since Tamar was so full of herself, she couldn’t see beyond her own nose and Monique had a mouth so big she could have your business over onto the other side of Lake Michigan within five minutes of hearing it.
CHAPTER 4
When Trina got off work, she couldn’t help but feel a little defeated. Sure, she liked her job but she knew that she was more than capable of moving up in the company. She’d seen other employees—mostly white woman—who didn’t have college degrees get better paying jobs at the insurance company. However, she just couldn’t get the attention of her supervisors at work. Something was telling her to go ahead and quit the job until she found something better. On the other hand, she knew that if she did such a thing, she’d become a burden to Breon.
At first, Trina was going to head home. She then thought about how she’d only be heading home to an empty apartment because Breon wouldn’t be getting off work until 9 o’clock that night. This left her with a few hours to spare. She decided to go see her mother since she didn’t live too far from the interstate. After crawling north on the interstate, out of downtown Chicago, Trina was able to get off of the highway and make her way to her mother’s house. There, she breathed a little easier. Not only would she be at the place she called home, but she’d also lucked out to come at a time when her sisters weren’t around.
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