Wrath of a Side Chick 2: A Chicago Hood Drama (Side Chick's Wrath)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Hey,” Trina said as Breon came inside.

  “Hey, Baby,” Breon said. “Wassup? What you up to?”

  Trina could look Breon up and down and see that something was bothering him. Immediately, she wanted to know what it was and why he hadn’t told her about it sooner. Trina washed her face, took her jewelry off, and then dressed in some pajama pants before she came back out into the living room.

  Breon stepped out of his work shoes, pushing them up against the wall adjacent to the front door. He then slid out of his coat and went to pee. When he came back out into the living room, he could see the questioning look on Trina’s face. Instantly, he turned away, wanting to curse. He hoped to God that she wasn’t about to go on and say that he was out messing around.

  “What’s wrong, Breon?” Trina asked. “I can see it all over your face, Breon. So don’t even try to tell me that ain’t nothin’ wrong. I know you, okay?”

  Breon sighed, realizing that he shouldn’t have even thought that he could come home and try to keep quiet about the Dante situation. While he knew that he wasn’t going to share all of the details with Trina, like going to get guns and keeping them at Nikki’s house, of course, he knew that he needed to give her just enough information so that she wouldn’t know he was over at another chick’s house, getting some of the best head he’d ever had in his entire life.

  “I’m just comin’ from Wayne’s house,” Breon said, leaning over a dining room chair and gripping the back.

  “Yeah?” Trina asked, sensing the hesitation in Breon’s voice. “And? What’s wrong? What the hell happened with Wayne that you’d be in this bad of a mood?”

  Breon sighed again before coming over and sitting on the couch. “Okay, so I was at work earlier, right,” he began, knowing that his story needed to have no gaps. “And when I got off, you know, I was walkin’ out to the parking lot with my boy Fasil and stuff and I saw that Wayne was callin’ me. I called him back once I got in the car and stuff and he was so shitty about somethin’ that happened that he ain’t even wanna talk all about it on the phone.”

  “Well, what happened?” Trina asked. “And why did he call you about it and stuff?”

  “Because,” Breon said, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “It has to do with me. This dude I used to know, back before he got locked up, went over to Wayne’s house lookin’ for me.”

  “What?” Trina asked, surprised. “He went over to Wayne’s house lookin’ for you? Why would he go over there to look for you if you ain’t never lived over there? Not that I know of, anyway.”

  “Naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. “You right. I ain’t never lived over there. But yeah, so the dude went over there startin’ some shit with Wayne ‘cause he was lookin’ for me.”

  “They didn’t get into it, did they?” Trina asked. “I mean, like get physical and stuff, did they?”

  “Not exactly,” Breon said, deciding that he’d leave certain parts of the story out because he knew he wanted Trina to be as relaxed as she could possibly be when they drove down to Gatlinburg for their anniversary. “I went ahead and went over to Wayne’s house, you know, so we could talk face to face and shit and he was sayin’ that he was sure the nigga had a gun, but he ain’t really see it.”

  “Oh, God, Breon,” Trina said. “Who is this dude? And why would he be lookin’ for you? What’s his name?”

  “It’s just this nigga Dante,” Breon said. “And he mad about some shit that happened back when, back before I met you and stuff.”

  “What?” Trina asked. “Like three, four years ago and stuff? Why would he be mad about that still?”

  “’Cause, Trina,” Breon said, his voice elevating as he thought more and more about it. “He one of them petty ass niggas that prolly ain’t got shit goin’ for theyselves and now he try’na come after me ‘cause he ain’t got shit to do.” Breon looked at the worried expression on Trina’s face. He quickly grabbed her chin and turned her to look at him. “Look, Trina, listen to me,” he said. “I don’t want you thinkin’ that you gotta be all scared and stuff, okay?”

  Trina nodded, looking down. She loved the way she felt so safe in Breon’s arms. However, she still couldn’t deny that it was a little unnerving to know that there was a guy out and about Chicago, going as far as going to Breon’s cousin’s house to look for him.

  “I know, I know,” Trina said. “But, I’m just thinkin’, Breon. What if this dude comes after you for real?”

  “Look,” Breon said. “I don’t want you worrying about all of this. Tomorrow, or some time real soon, I’mma get in touch with this Dante nigga and see about goin’ and havin’ a talk with him and stuff. That’s all. I already know all he wanna do is talk to me and that’s it, so I’mma talk to some people I know and see if somebody out in these streets can get me in touch with him and stuff as quick as possible.”

  “That’s what I wanted to ask you,” Trina said, pulling away from Breon. “Are you going back into that life or something?”

  “What life?” Breon asked. “You mean a life of bein’ out in them streets, hustling and stuff? Naw.” He shook his head. “I told you back when we first started talkin’ that I was gon’ be done with that life and stuff. We already know it’s a dead end. Can’t nothing happen that would pull me back out into them streets like that. The only thing I’mma do is get in touch with some people so I can find this Dante nigga and go talk to him and stuff. I ain’t gon’ be doin’ no crazy shit for no money or nothin’ like that. I ain’t even try’na fuck up the job I got down at Johnson & Pearl because you know them white people down there pay good money.”

  Trina forced a giggle out of her mouth. “Yeah,” she said. “I just don’t want you to get mixed up in nothin’ else. I mean, if the dude is goin’ through extreme shit like goin’ to your cousin Wayne’s house to find you, and causin’ a confrontation and stuff over there, then he sound like he really might take the shit a couple steps too far.”

  “Naw, he not,” Breon said. “I already reached out to somebody who think they know where he is.” He decided it was time to change the conversation—steer it in a different direction. “Look, Baby, the only thing I want you to worry about and look forward to is when we go outta town, to Gatlinburg, for our anniversary. You already told your job that you need to be off for them three days, right?”

  “Yeah,” Trina said. “I did. I told them and my supervisor said it should be fine. What if something comes up? Like the weather or something?”

  “Baby, if we gotta go to O’Hare and hop on a plane to get down there,” Breon said, “then that’s what we’ll do, okay?”

  Breon leaned forward and kissed Trina. He felt good in his pants for having gone and gotten sucked up by Nikki. Since that was the first orgasm he’d had for the day, he knew that his dick would be getting hard again soon, especially considering that he’d already been “warmed up.” Anytime he came from receiving oral sex, his manhood would always rise again within a couple of hours, and be as rock hard as ever.

  Trina smiled when Breon’s lips broke away from her own. “Okay,” she said, responding to his question. “I’mma just let you handle everything and trust that it’s gon’ be okay.”

  “When have I ever let you down?” Breon asked. “Everything has always been okay with me.”

  Trina nodded, allowing Breon to kiss her once more. Breon, now feeling a little excited and turned on to help Trina get out of her feelings with the deep, long strokes that she enjoyed so much, leaned forward then over onto Trina. Trina reclined back, pressing her back into the cushion of the couch as she enjoyed feeling Breon’s toned body on top of her. The two of them kissed passionately until Breon worked his way down and around to the sides of Trina’s neck. She squealed and tried to use her jaw and shoulder to push Breon away, as his wet kisses tickled her neck so badly.

  Once Breon could see that Trina was warmed up and that her mind was well away from the problems he’d walked through the door
with, he gently slid her shirt up over her head. Now really in the mood, Trina rubbed her hands all over Breon’s body until she just couldn’t take anymore. Sensing that Trina was getting hot, Breon slid his pants off. His manhood came out, the head already pointed between Trina’s legs. Trina smiled as she waited, anxiously, to feel Breon entering and stretching her. In a matter of seconds, she felt just that.

  With closed eyes, Trina smiled and said, “I love you, Breon.”

  Breon was slowly getting into a stroke, breathing steadily. It took more work that usual as he was trying to put the entire Dante situation out of his mind. Yet still, any little noise made him want to turn around and look at the door to the apartment. He looked into Trina’s eyes as he leaned down and kissed her. “I love you too, Baby,” he responded. “Girl, I love you so fuckin’ much.”

  Breon groaned as he held Trina’s body tighter and closer to his own. Going deeper and deeper by the second, he worked his way into a steady stroke that had Trina’s pussy sloshing.

  “Fuck, this pussy feels good,” Breon said, speaking softly into Trina’s ear. He then began to lick it, knowing that doing so would absolutely drive her crazy. Breon chuckled as he rose back up and looked at the wall ahead.

  For the next twenty minutes, Breon went hard on Trina. She squealed and screamed at times, almost to the point where Breon would have to put her face into the couch pillows so the neighbors wouldn’t hear. He really didn’t care if the neighbors would hear him; he just knew that Trina would care about something like that.

  Trina orgasmed and her insides tightened around Breon’s manhood. Breon could feel it, having to hold off his own orgasm so that he could stay deep, long stroking into her as she came. Once her post orgasm jitters subsided, Breon decided it was time to really go hard. He pulled Trina up onto her hands and knees. He used one arm to grab her neck and hold her in place while the other hand gripped her waist. Trina loved the way she felt when Breon would grab her this way, as it was a big sign of dominance.

  Almost like a machine, Breon pounded Trina on the couch for several minutes. Increasing his speed, he could feel his balls draw up, telling him that he was about to let go. He pounded Trina so hard that she was nearly dizzy for a couple of minutes until he announced that he’d come. Taking deep breaths, he looked down as his manhood slowly softened and slid out of Trina’s insides.

  Trina felt like her insides had been turned inside out. Once she’d seen that there were no blankets out on the couch, like there normally might be, she got up and made her way to the bedroom. Breon chuckled, watching how she practically limped down the bedroom hallway. “What’s your problem?” he asked, playfully. “Is that pussy really beat the fuck up?”

  Trina giggled, knowing that Breon would come after her. He rested for about another minute more, thinking about the various things on his plate, and how he needed to get around to calling Sandra tomorrow.

  Breon stood up and headed into the bedroom, his soft, wet manhood swinging as he walked and slapping against his thighs. When he stepped into the bedroom, he couldn’t help but shake his head when he saw Trina lying in the bed as if she’d just had a hard day of work. He turned the light out and climbed into the bed, hugging her tightly after pulling the bed sheets up over the both of them. There was no doubt in Breon’s mind that Trina would be asleep in no time.

  For a few moments, the two of them lay there in silence. As Trina was falling asleep, she had one little thing that was picking her mind. She couldn’t help herself; she needed to ask. “Breon,” she said, “whatever you gon’ do about this Dante dude, you promise it won’t turn into none of that shit you used to get into back when we first started talking.”

  “Trina,” Breon said, turning and looking up toward the ceiling. He knew he needed to not worry her the least bit. “Look, like I told you, I’m not goin’ back down that road again. I ain’t got time for that shit. I’m just about makin’ this money the right way now and I don’t wanna have to be lookin’ over my shoulder and shit, thinkin’ that the fuckin’ police is after me and stuff. Don’t worry. I think you makin’ a bigger deal out of this than it really is. I’m tellin’ you. I’mma just see about goin’ and seein’ this dude and we gon’ talk it out like two men. I know he probably mad at me, and maybe even think that I owe him somethin’, which I don’t, but you know how these niggas out here can be sometime. They always think that somebody owe them somethin’ and that somethin’ is always somebody else’s fault. Look, I don’t want you worryin’ about this bullshit ‘cause that’s really all it is…some stupid ass bullshit that this nigga done took to the wrong ass nigga. I’mma just go talk to him and all, ain’t gon’ be shit to it.”

  Trina closed her eyes and admitted that she was being a little paranoid.

  “All I want you to do, Trina, is think about the trip we takin’ to Gatlinburg,” Breon said. “Remember them picture’s we was lookin’ at?”

  “Yeah,” Trina said, smiling and thinking of all the shopping she’d read about.”

  “Well, just think about that shit ‘cause we gon’ stay in a nice ass cabin and stuff,” Breon said.

  Trina kissed Breon, then laid her head back into her pillow and fell asleep. In the dark room, only lit by the light that had been on in the living room, Breon held Trina in his arms as she fell quickly into deep sleep. It wasn’t long before he could see her chest expanding and hear her deep, sonic breathing. Thoughts swirled around in his mind, keeping him company.

  Once Breon was sure that Trina was legitimately deep in sleep, he slid his arm from underneath her body. After seeing that she hadn’t even felt it, he slid out from underneath the sheet. After making sure that she was warm and completely under the comforter, Breon stepped, still naked, back out into the hallway. He pulled the door closed behind him before making a bee-line straight for his cell phone. He was anxious to see if his boy Ray had responded. There was something in Breon’s mind, body, and soul telling him that the longer he waited to handle this Dante problem, the worse off it would probably end up being. Breon’s biggest goal right now was to get rid of the problem as soon as possible so it would never have to affect Trina. If Trina were to ever be pulled into this kind of mess, he didn’t know if he’d be able to live with himself. She was too good of a girl, and she simply didn’t deserve that kind of life.

  CHAPTER 8

  Breon stepped into the second bedroom and closed the door. He called Ray, seeing that Ray was up and waiting to talk to him since getting his text.

  “What the fuck you mean he ran up in Wayne’s place?” Ray asked, after hearing the entire story from Breon. “That nigga Dante?”

  “Yeah, nigga,” Breon said. “That’s what I said, ain’t it? Anyway, I know you know where I can get that heat and shit. That nigga is prolly out here try’na kill me and shit.”

  “I remember the problems you had with that nigga,” Ray said. “That’s why I feel like I used to be not cool with his ass and shit because the nigga was just so damn petty and shit. I used to be like damn, nigga. When the fuck is you gon’ grow up?”

  “So, did you hit up anybody you know that might be able to help me out?” Breon asked.

  “Yeah, but you know I don’t talk about this kinda shit on the phone,” Ray said. “Plus, I got a little company over here. But when can you come through and shit? Can you come tonight? Right now? I know one of the niggas said that we could come through, over to his place on the west side, and chop it up with him for a minute and talk about it.”

  “Shit, yeah,” Breon responded, not caring about the time. “I can come right now.”

  The two men agreed on Breon coming right then. Breon checked in the bedroom to make sure that Trina was still sleeping. She was completely knocked out. Seeing her, lying in the bed so innocently, made him want to do everything in his power to keep her out of this. He wasn’t sure what kind of heat he was going to get, but he knew he was going to use a good chunk of the money he’d been sitting on all of these years to get it. He only wa
nted the best if he was going to have to dip back into that life to get Dante off of his back. Breon figured Dante was just the kind of nigga to shoot up a wedding.

  Nikki then popped into his mind. In a way, he was happy to have met her when he did. Not only was she something different than what he already had at home, but she didn’t come across as the kind of chick who was looking for anything serious. She was showing that she understood certain elements of secrecy by letting him put the guns over at her place, even if only for a couple of days. Breon was confident in his bedroom skills, as he quickly learned that he had power over women. Once he’d put it down in the bedroom, their entire demeanor and attitude changed, as well as how deep their love was for him.

  Breon got dressed and headed out the door, closing it as gently as possible behind him. On his way over to Ray’s place, he still kept an eye out at the stoplights. The thoughts of guilt around how Wayne and, unfortunately, Jayron had to be pulled into this kept him company. Soon enough, after imagining the humiliation Wayne went through with the dining room thing being taped, Breon put the pedal to the metal and sped up. He bit his bottom lip as his head shook. At this point, the only way to keep this problem from turning into something bigger was to hurry up and get rid of Dante.

  ***

  When Ray hung up the phone, he dropped it into his piles of clothes on the side of the bed. He then turned and looked at the plump but nicely shaped Gracelyn, who was lying naked next to him. He’d just gotten done giving her the business and she now looked as if she were about to fall deep to sleep. Gracelyn’s breathing, which was heavy and stereotypical for her size, was starting to get on Ray’s nerves. He quickly woke her up, realizing that she needed to get going.