My Baby Is a West Coast King 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  My dad was a fool, but he was no idiot. If a muthafucka left behind anything, he’d smoke their asses. And it wouldn’t take someone getting arrested for it for him to find out. My dad ran a tight ass ship. If you stole from him, before you went to bed that night he’d have your brains splattered. So I really don’t know who the fuck he thought he was fooling by telling me the heroin got left behind. Just thinking about it as I paced his office had me ready to just shoot his ass.

  “Here it is in full, and it’s clean.” He handed me an envelope, which I quickly opened and sat down to count out.

  “It better be clean or I’m ratting yo’ ass out. On my life I will.”

  Laughing, he sat down behind his desk and unbuttoned his suit coat.

  “Kordell, there is something else I need to talk to you—”

  “Mr. Benjamin, Miss Wilden has arrived,” my dad’s housekeeper, Ira, peeked her head into the office, smiling. I knew for sure my dad was fucking her. He had been for the longest.

  “Thanks, sweetheart. Send her in.”

  “What the fuck is Brooke doing here?” I frowned, stuffing the envelope of money in my pocket. It was all there like he’d said.

  “That’s what I was saying. I need to talk to you about something. And since I knew I’d be seeing you today, I decided to invite Brooke over so we could lay it all out.”

  “Lay what out—”

  “Hey,” Brooke walked in and Ira closed the door behind her.

  “Aye, what the fuck is going on right now? Brooke, why do you even have any dealings with my pops? Huh?” I got in her face and her bottom lip trembled.

  “Kordell, give her some space so she can talk.” My father walked over to stand between us as I kept my eyes on Brooke. Depending on what she said, I just might blaze her stupid ass.

  “Talk!” I yelled. “Say what the fuck you gotta say right now before I bust a cap in yo’ hoe ass!”

  “I’m not a hoe!”

  “Bitch, please! Whatever the fuck you’re about to tell me has something to do with you busting that weak ass pussy open for another nigga! So say that shit so I can get the fuck up out of here!”

  “Kordell.” My dad placed his hand on my chest but I whacked it away.

  “Don’t fucking touch me!”

  I felt like a muthafucking grizzly bear right now.

  “Brooke, I know this is hard, honey, but just tell him. He needs to hear this.”

  My chest heaved up and down heavily and rapidly as I stared down into Brooke’s face. I didn’t want to be with her, but I would be lying if I said the thought of her fucking around didn’t bother me. True enough, I’d cheated on her ass more times than I could count, but for some reason, I still felt like she was wrong. Maybe because she acted like she was so damn innocent, when clearly that wasn’t even the damn case.

  “I slept with your brother.”

  It felt like someone had knocked the wind out of my stomach. I couldn’t see either one of my brothers doing some shit like this to me, but if she was telling the truth, I knew it was most likely Mischief.

  “You what?” I tried to step forward but my dad blocked me. Still, my eyes were on Brooke.

  “I slept with your brother.”

  “Tell him which one, Brooke.”

  “Shai… I slept with Shai.” She glanced up at my father and then back at me as she fidgeted nervously. “We were having problems, a-and I went to him for a shoulder to lean on and it kind of just happened.”

  “My brother,” I whispered, feeling my chest tighten. “All of the niggas out here for you to fuck and you fuck my brother?”

  “Tell him the rest, Brooke.”

  “Oh my fucking gosh yo.” I plopped down on the couch and moved my dreads from my face. I had to chuckle because I was in pure disbelief.

  “The umm, the baby isn’t yours.”

  Before she could finish, I just broke down. I hadn’t cried since I was in preschool, and I got the worst beating of my life for it. But knowing my brother, the nigga who was supposed to have my back, fucked my girl at the time and that my son wasn’t even my son, was too fucking much. I knew I prayed for this shit, but not like this. It’s true, be careful for what you wish for.

  “It’s true, son. I walked in on them in Mischief’s old room one night, and I didn’t tell you because I knew it’d hurt you,” my father added.

  “Kordell,” Brooke sobbed.

  “Aye, don’t fucking touch me!” I barked. She kept coming closer so I rose to my feet and pointed my gun at her belly, using my other hand to dry my face.

  “Son! Relax, don’t do this shit,” my dad spoke up.

  I breathed heavily, gun aimed at her stomach as this hoe ass bitch cried like she hadn’t done shit wrong.

  “Please, Kordell. I love you! I always have! It was a mistake! I wish this was your baby—”

  “That’s enough!” my father hollered to her.

  Feeling overwhelmed, I slowly lowered my gun, put the safety back on, and locked it into my waist. I started towards the door, and Brooke grabbed my arm like a fool.

  “Fuck off me!” I snatched my arm and she stumbled backwards, sobbing hysterically.

  I darted through the house so I could leave, as Brooke chased after me crying and begging. My mother started asking questions, trying to figure out what happened, but I just ignored them both as I got to the door.

  “Baby, don’t—” my mom grabbed my wrist, which I yanked from her.

  “I’m not yo’ fucking baby! I ain’t never been yo’ baby! Yo’ baby got this cum bucket bitch pregnant!” I pointed to Brooke who was saying she loved me for the hundredth time. I stepped outside, but then stopped to turn around and look at my mother. “Oh, and I’m murdering that nigga.”

  Before my car door even closed good, I was dialing my brother to find out where he was at. He answered on the third ring, and it took everything in me to mask my tone so he wouldn’t be suspicious.

  “Where you at, bro? The studio?”

  “Nah, I’m at Doreen’s right now. Why, what’s up?”

  “I’m about to roll through there real quick, aight?”

  “Why?”

  “Just need to holla at you real brief, and since I’m close by, it’ll be easier if you just stay put.”

  “Aight.”

  I was happy as fuck that he was at my aunt’s house because she lived only about five minutes away from my parents’. In no time, I was parking in her driveway and hopping out the car. Jogging up to the front, I slipped my key into the door and entered quickly.

  “Shai!” I called over the house, finally finding him in the den talking with my aunt.

  “Hi, honey,” my aunt smiled but my eyes were on my brother.

  “So you fucked my bitch, nigga?”

  “What?” Mischief rose to his feet.

  WHAM!

  I decked his ass right in the face, and blood poured from his nose. Before I could land another one, he busted my lip and we started tussling all over the den as my aunt screamed loudly.

  CRASH!

  “Shai! Kordell! Oh my Lord Jesus Christ!”

  We slammed into a few things that sounded like they broke, as my aunt spoke frantically into the phone. So many punches were being thrown along with hundreds of obscenities, as Mischief and I tried to damn near kill one another. Suddenly, I felt myself being yanked away, and I realized it was my uncle Gordon. Ishmael was holding Mischief, as we stared one another down like we hated each other. Right now, I did hate his bitch ass.

  “You got my bitch pregnant! Watch me fuck Laine when she leaves yo’ ass,” I laughed angrily and he tried to rush me, but Ishmael had him hemmed up and he didn’t want to mistakenly hit my aunt who was in his face. “You’re supposed to be my fucking blood!” I roared, feeling some weak ass tears well up again.

  “I ain’t never slept with that hoe! Believe what the fuck you wanna believe though you little ass bitch!” Mischief hissed, and I attempted to get away from my uncle, but he gripped me ti
ghter.

  “Come on, son,” my uncle said, struggling to pull me away. “That’s your brother. Don’t let some woman tear y’all apart.”

  “Get off me, man.” I snatched my arm and left out. My eye was sore as fuck, and so was my jaw and lip. Mischief had a busted nose and lip, so we did a lot of damage to one another. I still wanted to murk his ass though.

  Pulling my phone out as I sped from my aunt’s spot, I called Cassie. She hadn’t talked to me in two days despite me calling and texting her. Then when I dropped by her mom’s spot, she wasn’t there. I’d planned to roll through that mansion but I’d gotten busy. And tonight, I wasn’t in the mood to go looking for her when I had my own shit. She was probably out doing dirt like that hoe Brooke. Fuck them both. Fuck everybody.

  Mischief

  “Open this door, Shai!” Blanca beat on the bathroom door inside of the motel room. She switched back and forth between slamming her open palm on the weak wood, to twisting the locked knob feverishly. “Shai!”

  “Mommy, please!” Shai cried, praying his mother either left him alone so he could sleep, or took him back home where his aunt, brothers, and cousin were.

  It was going on 2am, and his little body was tired of trying to keep his mother at bay.

  Realizing her son would not come out of the bathroom if she continued to yell at him, Blanca slid down to the floor, tightening her long silk pink robe around her body before crying softly.

  “Baby please come out,” she sniffled.

  I sat up abruptly in my bed, sweating hard like I always did when I had them damn nightmares. It stopped for a bit when I rekindled my relationship with Laine, but now it was back. Every time some shit went wrong in my personal life, I always had these damn nightmares.

  My brother and I fighting a couple days ago was still fucking with me. I wanted to be angry at his stupid ass for believing that bitch, but I understood it. I didn’t want Kordell and I to become those brothers that spent the rest of their lives hating one another, especially because we both had tempers out of this world. Shit wouldn’t end well at all. I would hate to have to murder my little brother, but I was unpredictable.

  I looked over my shoulder at Laine sleeping peacefully in my bed. I was afraid to go back to sleep, because I didn’t want my nightmare to pick back up. It was crazy how I could have a dream about getting head from Nia Long, but if I tried to have that shit pick back up it wouldn’t. It seemed like only these weak ass nightmares were the only thing I could get to continue.

  I went to the kitchen to down a bottle of water, and then took a piss before washing my hands. It was around 2:30am and cold as fuck, so I turned the heater on when I went into the living room, before going back to my room. I slipped some sweats over my boxers, and then went back to the living room and up to my keyboard. I removed the black cover that laid across it, and sat down on the bench. If I couldn’t go to sleep, I might as well get some work done. After setting up my laptop to record what I played, I got to work, leaving the lights off so that it was pretty dim.

  “That’s nice, Shai, what is that?”

  I looked over to see Laine standing in the archway that led to the back. She had on her white pajama shorts, and some little ass bra top that had some sexy ass lace shit around the edges. She moved her hair behind her ears as she made her way over to me, and straddled the bench so that she was facing my side profile.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “It makes me wish I could sing whenever I hear beautiful melodies like that. You think auto tune will get me over?” she smiled.

  “Probably, but I ain’t about to be telling muthafuckas you’re my girl if you’re out here sounding like a dying cow and shit.”

  “You’re supposed to support me no matter what,” she laughed.

  “And I do, with shit that you’re great at like modeling. But if you do music, we gon’ have to keep this shit we got going on under wraps, baby girl.”

  She laughed and kissed my bicep.

  “I didn’t know you could play.”

  “It’s usually what I use to start the beat, especially for singers.”

  “What can’t those hands do?” she giggled and kissed my shoulder before scooting her body closer to mine. “Are you okay? It’s pretty late and you were sweating in the bed like thirty minutes ago.” She cocked her head towards the keyboard so she could look into my face. She then gripped my chin so we could look into one another’s eyes. “Your brother got you good, but you’re still sexy.”

  “You should see his ass.”

  “Oh, I am very sure he’s messed up too.” She ran her thumb down my bottom lip, and then kissed me. “I want you to tell me what’s bothering you. You toss and turn so much.”

  “Laine, it’s nothing really.”

  “Shai, I love you and when things bother you, it bothers me too. You can’t always look out for everybody and have no one to look out for you. We have to protect each other and be there for each other, so please let me in, baby.” She pecked me again and I just stared into her eyes, contemplating if I wanted to tell her something that no one knew. “Even if you cry, I will still love you. I know you’re strong, trust me, but relax right now and talk.”

  I exhaled, and just decided to tell her.

  “When I turned five, my father was really heavy in the streets. I didn’t really know what he did obviously, but now that I look back, he was probably just a flunky for whomever was running shit. Uh, anyway, he wasn’t really home much. Some days we wouldn’t see him at all, and it wasn’t always because he was working, if you know what I mean.

  My mother, I… I would always hear her crying and I knew it was because of him and how he was never there anymore. From what I saw, he used to be so in love with her, but once he started making more bread than a little bit, they drifted. One night I went to her to try and umm, make sure she was good and shit you know. And I don’t know, but the way she looked at me was different. It started with her asking me to sleep in the bed with her. Then she would kiss my lips and even though it felt weird, if I said anything, she would cry and I hated to see her cry so I kept quiet at times. She knew that too. And then she…”

  “Tell me.” Laine kissed my shoulder. I couldn’t even look at her as I talked because I was so embarrassed. I just stared at my computer screen, which was asleep by now.

  “And then it progressed. She touched me down there… my dick, and at that time I didn’t know what she was doing, but now I know she was attempting to get me aroused. But I was five years old, I couldn’t get… Anyway, one night my aunt Doreen walked into the bedroom because I was crying when my mother tried to make me kiss her.”

  “She didn’t do anything?”

  “Nope. Well, she took me to my room so I could sleep, but she didn’t do anything else to prevent it like get my mom some help or tell someone. But umm, after that happened, my mom would take me away from the house to motels. She would try the same shit; to kiss me and to get me aroused or to touch her, and I would always cry or lock myself in the bathroom. She would keep me with her for days trying to make me become what she was missing from my father, because she knew I loved her; but as a child loves his mother, not like she wanted.

  When she saw her efforts failing, she left me alone for about six or seven years. Then we moved to Beverly Hills, and she tried me again so that’s why I basically went back to Compton to live with my homeboy Nate over on Spruce Street, right where my old house was. Nate was our neighbor and my best friend basically. That’s how I got into the gang life shit.

  But when I got older, my mom kind of backed off because I was bigger and I’d developed a mouth, as my aunt would say. When I got to high school, she would do shit like try to fight the hoes I was fucking with and all kinds of shit like she was for real my bitch. Now, she’s not as bad because she knows I’ll fuck around and slap the shit out of her, but she does have her moments. I try to love her because I know she’s sick, but it’s hard as fuck for me to do so. And my father knows she has
something for me, and that’s why he doesn’t like me as much as Kordell and Chaz.”

  “What the hell, Shai?” Laine straddled my lap, so I moved the bench back some so that the keyboard wouldn’t poke her. “I’m sorry, baby. I know that was scary. Having someone trying to make you do things that you know deep down are wrong.”

  “I ain’t scared now, but the shit still gives me nightmares unfortunately.”

  “So that’s why we had to leave the house that day I was supposed to have lunch with your aunt.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Thank you for telling me. I know you really didn’t want to.”

  “I’ve never told anybody that. And I don’t want you to either, aight? This is something that I want to keep between us. Even if you try to break up with me again, keep your mouth shut about this shit, baby.”

  “I promise I will. It’s crazy how we both had to deal with similar things growing up. I had my mother’s boyfriend trying to sleep with me and you had your mom. Maybe we were meant to be.”

  “You and this fairytale shit,” I chuckled, rubbing my hands up and down her smooth back.

  “You don’t think we’re meant to be?”

  “Yeah, I do. I see you never took off this belly ring with my initial on it.”

  “Only because it took so much to get the one before it off. I didn’t feel like breaking a sweat to do the same.”

  “Sure.”

  I brushed my hand from her collarbone, down between her titties, and then trailed down her smooth flat stomach with my teeth sunken into my bottom lip. My mind was elsewhere now.

  “Come on so I can help you get back to sleep.” She climbed off my lap and reached her small hand out for mine.

  We walked through the living room, and I bent down to bite her neck as I palmed her stomach from behind. I made sure to press my dick against her.

  When we got into the bedroom, I turned her to face me and kissed her sexy ass hungrily while undressing her. Once she was naked, I guided her to her knees, and then stepped out of my boxers and sweats, before placing them on the chair. Rubbing my dick across her full lips, I pushed into her mouth, and just watched her suck me up sloppily and nastily the way I liked.