“You don’t want a baby, Shai.”
“Nah, I didn’t, but when you got pregnant and lost it, it made me want one with you.” He picked his head up out of my lap and stared out at the street as I rested my free arm around his shoulder.
“So you only want one to replace the lost one.”
“Yeah and no. I want one because I feel like we need to make good on that baby we did make. But I also want one because I don’t know how long I’m gon’ be here. I want someone to continue my legacy.”
“Don’t talk like that.”
“I’m not trying to be negative, but I’m being realistic. I’m in a lot of shit, baby, and being in a gang already has niggas not liking me. And to add to that, I’m slowly starting to come up which breeds more jealousy. I wouldn’t be surprised if a nigga ran up on me and sent one through the dome one day.”
“Like the Crips?”
When I said that, he burst into laughter.
“Nah, that’s not what I meant necessarily. Shit, Bloods kill each other too, and I know some cool ass Crips; like two. But outside of my gang rivals, niggas who don’t bang don’t like me either.”
Pulling his head back into my lap, I gave him an upside-down kiss and looked into his eyes for a little bit.
“Let’s change the subject, please.”
“You know I love how loyal yo’ ass is. Even when we were broken up, you wasn’t out there busting ya pussy open for other niggas.”
Why did I think about Rico? I mean, he and I didn’t do anything, but I knew that Mischief didn’t like him so if he found out about our date, he’d flip. I was scared and hoping he didn’t. I know I should just tell him, but I was honestly scared of his reaction. Mischief wasn’t the type of nigga you wanted to do foul.
“Why would I? I’m not a hoe.”
“Yeah, that’s what a lot of bitches say. You know how many of my homies got locked up, and not but a month later their girl was getting passed around in a train?”
“Seriously? At least let some years go by.”
“Nah, you better never give my pussy away. As soon as I slid up in you with no cap, I claimed that shit. You need to get my name tatted.”
“Maybe,” I giggled. “But I just hope that means you won’t make any more mistakes. If you do, I’ll be giving it away like party flyers.”
He stood up and turned to face me, before reaching his hand out to help me stand.
“Yo’ pussy only gets wet for this dick right here. But umm, if you do give it out, I’m just gon’ have to kill the nigga you gave it to, and probably you too.” His face was serious as he took my hand to lead me into the apartment building. “And I won’t mess up again. Pretty bitches with good pussy, phenomenal head game, intelligence, and most of all loyalty are hard to come by.” He hugged me from the back as we traveled up the stairs to my grandmother’s door. “I love you, baby.”
We entered the apartment, and since it seemed like my grandmother was napping in her room, we hurried to mine so we could get down to business. Let’s just say all that giving his pussy away commentary I made, came back to bite me in the ass because he for sure punished me.
After a good sex session, we laid down for a bit until my grandmother let us know she was going next door to talk to her friend for a little while, before she made dinner. Mischief and I got up to go shower, and then sat in the living room to relax and watch some movies.
Suddenly, we heard keys jingling in the door, like someone was about to come in.
“Yo’ grandma back already?” Mischief frowned.
“I guess, but she usually stays over Ginger’s for at least two hours.”
I got up, but Mischief put his hand out to tell me to sit down. He stood, and then went to yank the door open because whoever it was, was having a hard time getting in. It was probably one of them crack heads at the wrong door again. My stomach dropped though when I saw it was my uncle standing on the other side, scowling up at Mischief.
“Who is you?” My uncle looked him up and down and tried to walk in, but Mischief pushed him back lightly.
“Nah, nigga, who the fuck are you?”
“Man, this my house. Get the fuck—”
“Nah, I’m the man of this fucking house at the moment. Now either tell me who the fuck you are and what yo’ ass is here for, or keep it pushing my nigga.”
“Shai, that’s my uncle.” I stood up.
Grinning, Mischief turned from me back to my uncle. My uncle Ernie was shorter than Mischief, standing at about 6’2, but he was wider, like a body builder.
“You heard my niece now—”
WHAM!
“Oh my gosh!” I screeched, rushing over by the door.
My uncle stumbled back, swung, missed, and then got decked two more times before he plopped down on his ass and fell flat to the floor. He was so still, that now I was afraid that he was dead.
“Is he dead?”
“Nah, just knocked the fuck out.” Mischief closed the door, locked it, and then went to sit back down on the couch. “Come sit, baby girl. He ain’t sleeping in this apartment while I’m visiting.”
What the hell was I gonna do with this crazy nigga? And the week wasn’t over yet.
Chapter Seven: Chaz
“You look beautiful, baby,” I grinned as Jade entered the living room.
She was wearing some tight blue jeans, white heels, and a white top with no straps. Her hair was straight, hanging down her back, and every time she moved, her silver jewelry made noise. Her smooth vanilla complexion looked supple as hell, getting me nice and hard from just looking at her. It made me smile because maybe this marriage was gonna work.
“Thank you, honey.” She came and sat on my lap. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been supporting you like I used to, but it won’t be that way anymore.
“I hope not. I missed scanning the crowd and seeing your pretty ass face in the mix.”
“Well, I will be front and center tonight, and making sure none of them hoes look at you for too long.”
“Chill, baby. You got my last name, and that means more than anything. Can’t any of them bitches say shit to you with that rock on your finger.”
“Very true.”
Mischief and Laine wouldn’t be home from Chicago for two more days, so I didn’t have to worry about Laine bringing Erynne. I admit I did want to at least see her face, and that body, but I had to keep my head on straight. I didn’t need to feed my craving for Erynne while trying to work on my marriage. I’d always been the more disciplined brother, and I planned to stay that way. I couldn’t allow Erynne’s beautiful, funny, intelligent ass to knock me off my square. Only thing that needed to be in my view right now was my music and my wife.
“Aight, let’s go.” I squeezed her round ass.
Jade was skinny, but she’d been getting a little thicker. I guess it was because of my seed she’d been carrying prior.
Tonight, Kordell and I had a show at the El Rey Theatre on Wilshire. It was a big ass show; sold out and a couple labels would be there to see us. We’d rehearsed more than we ever had before, and I’d already sent a threatening text to Kordell’s ass this morning to let him know if he fucked this up, I was killing his ass.
I don’t know why he insisted on doing shit for our crooked ass father, but that was how he’d always been. He wanted our parents to be what they should be, whereas Mischief and I realized long ago that, that ship had sailed.
As soon as I cranked up the car, Jade turned on the heat, and then the radio. As my arm rested on the center console, she slipped her hand into mine. I lifted hers and kissed the back of it, before pulling off and heading to the show. When I drove past the theatre, I grinned seeing Hunnit Boyz on the marrquee, with sold out under it. It was lit up too, so there was no way you could miss it.
“Your name, baby,” Jade pointed and giggled.
“I know. Crazy.”
I parked the car, and then texted Kordell to ask if he was here already. When he told me that he w
as, I let out a sigh of relief.
Jade and I entered the venue hand in hand, and were escorted to the back so Kordell and I could get together and chop it up for a little bit with Ishmael. The booking agent for El Rey said Jade could stand on the side if she wanted, and so could Cassie when she came.
“Everyone is here,” Benny the booking agent let Kordell and I know. We’d been there for about thirty minutes, and the show was to start in about ten minutes.
“Going crazy,” Ishmael laughed, with Sammi in his lap.
“I know, I can hear their asses,” Kordell smiled, just as my phone buzzed.
Aunt D: I’m here. It’s so loud. Your uncle is already deaf so he’s fine.
I chuckled at her before replying.
Me: Well thank you for coming D. And leave Uncle Gordon’s hearing problems alone.
“Is Mischief coming?” Sammi asked. I ain’t know how Ishmael hadn’t caught on. A blind man could see Sammi was in love with my brother.
“Nah, he’s in Chicago with his girl,” Kordell winked at her and she rolled her eyes before looking at Ishmael and smiling awkwardly.
“Aight, come on. Let’s go get in position.” Kordell tapped my chest and nodded towards this DJ named Mace that we’d hired at the urging of Ishmael.
I kissed Jade and then she followed Benny to where she could stand on the side of the stage. Kordell let him know to keep an eye out for Cassie so that he could have her watching on the side with Jade.
Kordell and I got behind the curtain, and as soon as it lifted, the crowd roared. The screaming was so loud, that I couldn’t even hear myself when I was about to speak. So for a few moments, Kordell and I stood there on stage grinning, allowing them to get it all out. Shit was wild. It was for sure about 250 people here, standing. It was packed wall to wall and I was grateful.
“Aye, y’all ready to turn the fuck up?” Kordell said into the microphone, causing the crowd to go even wilder. “I said are y’all ready to turn the fuck up!”
When they got even crazier, making us both smile, I shouted, “Drop that shit, Mace.” When the beat came on, the audience immediately started dancing and/or screaming.
After doing eleven fucking songs, the show was finally over, but Kordell and I had ran a contest for ten people to get autographs and a picture, so we couldn’t bounce just yet.
As I was taking my last picture, I heard commotion inside of the dressing room that they gave to Kordell and I, so we both rushed to it. I walked in to see our DJ and Ishmael pulling Erynne and Jade off of each other.
No, no, no, I did not want to be that nigga that caused fights between women, especially not with my damn wife.
“Get that bitch out of here! This is my husband’s dressing room!” Jade barked.
“He won’t be your husband for long, bitch,” Erynne smiled, fixing her clothes since Mace had let her go. Damn she looked good in them little ass shorts. When I caught myself staring, I looked away and went to calm Jade down.
“Yeah right! Ugly ass hoe!”
“And just for that, I’m gonna fuck your man,” Erynne spat before grabbing her purse and walking out. Cassie, Kordell, and some pretty bitch with golden brown curly hair, followed.
“Did you hear what she said? And you’re not gonna say anything?” Jade yelled in my face.
“For what? Fuck are you fighting her for, Jade? I’m married to you; stop worrying about her and all that bullshit she was talking about. No point in me wasting my breath on that shit. Bring yo’ ass on!” I hollered, snatching my shit up and storming out.
Jade followed me to the car and didn’t say a word. I was pissed that she’d acted like that, especially in a place that I was working. I understood she was angry with Erynne because she and I had obviously connected, but that was no fucking excuse. Now she had me hot as fuck. She was lucky I ain’t smack the shit out of her for wilding out because I for sure wanted to.
As soon as we made it home, Jade hopped out the car and stormed into the apartment building before I could say anything. Letting my head fall back against the seat, I massaged my temples before staring out the window and watching cars fly by.
My phone chimed, letting me know I had an email, and when I looked down, I saw it was from Teagan, the A&R at Static Records.
Great show! You guys really have a dedicated fan base! I’ll be in touch within the next twenty-four hours to discuss a good time for you and Kordell to come down to the headquarters and talk. Again, phenomenal job.
-Teagan.
Smiling, I replied to his email just as a text from Erynne came through.
Erynne: I miss you.
Me: Stop it.
Erynne: Well when you get out of denial, come visit me. I live in West Hollywood and I’m alone until Laine gets back.
Me: I’m good.
She sent me her address anyway, but I just locked my phone and placed it into the cup holder. Cranking my car back up, I drove to the liquor store so I could get a pineapple soda. I’d been craving one, and since I didn’t want to be in my apartment, I thought why not.
“Aren’t you Chaz from the Hunnit Boyz?” some girl smiled as I grabbed my soda from the counter after paying for it.
“Yeah.”
“Oh my gosh, please let’s take a picture.” She turned to her friend and said, “Girl, hold my purse and take the picture. He’s too tall for me to do it.”
“What’s your name, beautiful?”
“Tamara,” she grinned.
“Nice to meet you.”
She rushed to my side after handing her stuff over, and hugged my torso tightly while cheesing. I smiled too, and after about three pictures each, with the both of the ladies, I could finally get back to drinking my soda.
“So are you like busy tonight?” Tamara grabbed my wrist as I was heading towards the door.
“Yeah, I am, but enjoy the rest of your night, ladies.”
“Oh, I’m Katrina!” the other one yelled, and I just threw the peace sign up without looking back.
When I got back into my car, I sat there for a minute until I finished off my soda. I ducked down when I saw the two girls leave the store. I didn’t want them knowing my whip. They’d write my license plate down or some shit. That was the only downside to me coming up, the crazy hoes. When I saw them hit the corner, I peeled out the parking lot and left…
***
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Erynne pulled the door open wearing red pajama shorts and a red top that showed her flat stomach. Red looked good against her cocoa complexion.
“I hadn’t planned to, but I need to get some shit off my chest.” I walked in and towered over her. She stared up at me and bit down on her full lip, which had my dick waking up.
I scanned the nice ass apartment. She was staying in a building that my uncle Gordon owned. The one she had, had four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I wouldn’t mind living in this nice ass building, but I didn’t like things being handed to me.
Erynne and I sat on the couch. She just stared at me for a little bit as I removed my hoodie and laid it across the arm of the sofa. Leaning back, I admired the living room, before turning back to her fine chocolate ass.
“Look, you need to get off my bumper on some real shit. Don’t text me about missing me and don’t provoke my wife. I thought I made myself clear the last time we talked.”
“I know and I’m sorry, but I didn’t provoke her. When Cassie said my name, she just lunged at me and we started fighting. I only texted you tonight because I was still angry with her. But like I said, I apologize.”
“Thank you. Focus on that nigga you got back home and not me, aight?”
With her lips slightly parted she said, “You kn—”
“Yeah, I know. You butt dialed me and I heard you getting fucked. Like I told you before, you ain’t nothing to me and never was. I just used you to pass time. And it looks like you were doing the same with me.” I stood up.
“No, Chaz, I—” She got up too, in attempt to block me as
if she wasn’t a third of my size.
“Then what the fuck was it, huh! You acting all sad and shit about me telling you I couldn’t leave my wife, but then you go home and hop on the first dick in your face!”
“No, it wasn’t like that! I was already dating him before I met you! He doesn’t even mean—”
“Fuck out of here,” I laughed angrily as I stepped around her.
“Chaz!”
I ignored her and left the apartment, walking briskly down the hallway. Hopping onto the elevator, I hit the lobby button and rode down. As I walked to my car, I stopped and turned around to head back inside of the building. When I got back to Erynne’s door, I beat on it loudly.
“Chaz—”
“I left my hoodie.”
“Oh.” She stepped back to let me into the now dark apartment.
I went to grab my jacket, and when I walked back over to her by the door, she wouldn’t look at me. I tried to turn her face, but she slapped my hand away.
“Baby.”
“Leave, Chaz, please. I’m tired of taking a verbal beating from you just because you’re trying to make yourself feel better about liking me at some point! So I’m pleading with you to please go! I don’t feel like being told that I was just something to do for a third time, because I might slap your ass! You don’t want me and I get it.” She opened the door for me. Pretty ass face all mad.
I placed my palm against the back of the door to close it, and then towered over her. She pressed her back further up against the door, as she looked up at me with glazed eyes.
Lowering down into her face, I got close, letting my lips touch hers before whispering, “I do want you.” Pressing my lips harder against hers, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and brought her body into mine. “I want you so fucking bad,” I said in between hungry kisses up against the door, letting my hoodie fall to the floor.
She pulled away from me, and then took my hand to lead me through the dark apartment and into the back. We entered her bedroom, and right after she closed the door, she pushed me down onto the bed. As soon as she straddled my lap, I flipped her onto her back and started moving her red pajama shorts past her thighs as I kissed on her neck.
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