by Lucinda John
“That nigga lacing you right,” I smirked, checking out her new weave that hung down her back.
“We broke up.” She shrugged, stepping out of her robe.
“Where are you getting the bread to do it like this then?” I asked pointing around the house.
“I learned how to save while we were together. I didn’t spend all of the allowance he used to give me. Plus I got a job as a manager at Lowes,” she said.
Everything that came out of her mouth sounded like a lie, but who was I to judge? All I wanted was my dick sucked and some wet wet. Draya has been tripping since she was on her period and my dick was in dire need of attention. If only Draya’s ass would compromise and give me some sloppy toppy when it was that time of the month, I wouldn’t have to be out here straying. Draya was a grown ass woman so I didn’t understand how she didn’t get with the code of the game. Whatever you don’t do for your man at home, the next bitch will at their house.
I sucked in a deep breath once I felt Eyanna’s mouth wrapped around my dick. She properly tucked her lips between her teeth and wet my shaft just the way I liked it. Eyanna’s head was on point and she sucked the life out of me as she swallowed every drop. Pushing her ass back on the couch, I pulled out my condoms and fucked her until the four pack box was empty. I had a high sex drive, but Eyanna’s was on a different level. Even after the four rounds, she was still begging for more.
“Fix me something to eat,” I said as I sat back on the couch with my dick resting against my leg.
“You want a homemade Philly cheese steak?” She asked.
“Yeah, hook that shit up for me with extra cheese and a side of fries,” I replied.
Draya was starting to blow my phone up, but she was out of luck. I turned my phone off on her ass and proceeded with rolling myself a blunt. If her ass wanted to act childish by not sucking my dick because she was on her period, then I was about to treat her ass like a child. She was now on timeout until I finished fucking up this cheese steak and getting my dick sucked again.
Chapter 9
Shantika
It felt good finally to be myself again. I was now able to walk around without being in pain and my scars were now covered by some badass tattoos of a rose bush that Dale executed for me. Against Journi’s wishes, I returned to work. Once the doctor wrote my doctor’s note and told me it was fine for me to get back to the money, I jumped back in headfirst. I didn’t know what type of chick Journi took me for, but I wasn’t the type to sit on my ass.
“Damn it’s sunny as fuck,” I said to myself while leaving the bank I worked. I pulled out my Tory Burch big face shades and placed them over my eyes. Whistling along with the birds, I made my way to my metallic grey BMW 435i, courtesy of my boo.
“You’re look sexy,” a familiar voice said causing me to look up from my phone.
“Tommy, what the fuck do you want?” I asked, rolling my eyes.
“Word around town is your house got burned down, so I just wanted to check on you ma, that’s all,” he said licking my lips.
His eyes sized up my smooth legs. They were looking real nice in my black wrap around dress and in a pair of ruby red pumps. I could feel him undressing me with his eyes and pinning me against the wall. Before he could mentally pull out his dick and start eye fucking me, I sucked my teeth loud causing him to look up at me.
“I’m good, now can you move?” I said waving him off.
“This shit is clean, ma,” he replied, running his hands on the hood of my car.
“Tommy, what do you want? We aren’t friends so miss me with all the bullshit,” I snapped.
“Damn, I can’t check up on my baby mama?” He asked.
“Ex-baby mama,” I corrected.
“Oh yeah that’s right, your ass killed my baby and tried to cover up your tracks by giving me that bullshit ass story,” he went on to say.
“Cool. Now move please,” I said unbothered by his accusations.
“So, you admit to killing my baby you dumb bitch?” He seethed while grabbing my arm tight and pulling me close.
With my free hand, I fumbled with my key until I reached my mace and sprayed his ass. He groaned, letting my arm go and started using his hands to rub his eyes. Using this to my advantage, I kicked him hard in the dick followed by a sharp undercut to the jaw. I saw red as I began fucking his ass up as if we were two bitches in the streets fighting to prove something. All the times he lied to me, hurt and cheated on me flashed in my mind all at once. The hell he put me through along with the fact that he got the same bitch, he claimed he wasn’t messing with pregnant and now who was laying up in his house, pissed me off all over again. Every jab I threw was payback for all the years I put up with his shit.
I don’t know where security came from, but all of a sudden I was being pulled from the back by one of them. “Ma’am, are you ok?” He asked.
“I’m good, he is the one you need to be concerned about,” I said pointing to Tommy, who was balled up on the floor in a bloody mess.
Satisfied with the way I fucked him up; I jumped in my car, dropped my top and pulled off to Plies ‘Ritz Carlton’ blasting from my speakers. It felt good to beat that nigga’s ass for all the shit he put me through and because of it, I got all the closure I needed. Tommy had better count his blessings that I decided to leave my gun at home because his ass would have been laid out with a couple hot ones up his ass.
* * *
Since Journi was out of town on another business meeting, I was crashing over at Karrueche’s. Journi was the only one who didn’t live on a street with neighbors; his house was too much in the cut for me. His neighborhood reminded me of something out of one of those cabin movies, it was so secluded and surrounded by a bunch of trees and shit.
When I walked in the house from grabbing a few bottles for our girl’s night out, I saw Dale’s pussy ass was walking out. I liked Dale and felt like he was a good guy, but I didn’t like him for Karrueche. I mean Karrueche didn’t even love Dale like she did Smoke. She was just playing it safe with him because he didn’t have anything attached to him. I understood where Karrueche was coming from when she decided to shut things down with Smoke because she didn’t want to feel like she was playing second best to Tangi, but to be with Dale because of it was stupid in my opinion.
“Are you taking care of that tattoo?” He asked referring to my rose bush.
“Yes, you did the damn thing on it. I swear every time I see it, I fall in love with it all over again,” I answered.
“That’s what’s up. Well I’m out of here but I’ll be back later.”
“Mm, okay,” I said, locking the door behind him.
“Now you know the only reason you got that man walking in and out of here is because Smoke went out of town,” I said walking in Karrueche’s room.
“Nobody is worried about Smoke.” She waved me off, placing a green and black mesh maxi dress on the bed. She then pulled out a pair of green wedge heels and sat it on the floor.
“I see you plan on killing them tonight.” I poured her a cup of brown and handed it to her.
“Uh uh. I don’t drink brandy,” She turned her nose up.
“Girl, you aren’t even old enough to drink, so you have no choice,” I replied before pouring myself a cup.
In silence, we both sipped from our cups and shared a blunt while we got dressed.
“Ohhhh bitch when did you get that?” I asked noticing a tiger on her ass.
“Earlier today, it took six hours for Dale to do this. I’m surprised you didn’t notice it by the way I was walking.
“I just thought he dicked your ass down.” I laughed. “So that’s why your ass is keeping him around, so you can get free tattoos.”
“Shut up with your silly ass.” She rolled her eyes.
Two blunts and a half a bottle later, we were dressed and ready to go. Karrueche wore her hair in big curls pinned on the top of her head to show off the sequin that was on t
he top of her dress. I decided to get my ‘grown and sexy’ on by wearing a black one-piece corset bodysuit with a mesh skirt over it. My black pumps gave my legs the illusion of being long. With my hair braided in a French braid, I was ready to go.
“You showing out since Journi ain’t here huh?” Karrueche smirked.
“Baby, I’m grown,” I countered. “But for real make sure you’re strapped,” I said slipping my baby in my purse.
Karrueche was my best friend who I loved her dearly, but the bitch couldn’t fight to save her life. I was sick and tired of seeing her ass with bruises from getting her ass whipped that I took her to the gun range. She couldn’t throw a punch, but her aim was on point. She was licensed to defend herself from any harm that came her way and I prayed nobody fucked with her tonight.
I rolled another blunt as we made our way to KOD. Tonight was battle of the strippers so it was about to be deep as fuck. The baddest strippers from every city were going to be in the building, gunning for the title of the Best Stripper Award. Hell the way I was looking and feeling, I would have signed up because I was guaranteed to win that five grand and the title.
When we pulled up on the scene, the line was two blocks down. It was so thick that the police had to come stand on the corners to direct traffic. If it wasn’t for my cousin Bunkie working the door that night, I would have turned the fuck around and went home.
Once we paid the fifty dollars fee to park in the VIP section, we made our way to the front of the door. CheChe and I walked with our heads held high, weaves blowing in the wind, and asses jiggling every step we took. Bitches were hating while their niggas were wishing we belonged to them instead; we were the original bad bitches.
“Bunkie tell me something good,” I said to my cousin once we got in the door.
“I was able to hold down a VIP table for you and your girl. Your ass got lucky too because it’s thicker than a bitch in there,” he said.
“Good looking out cuz,” I said while slipping him a few big faces.
Squeezing through the massive crowd, we finally made it to civilization once we were in our VIP booth. A lot of bitches were able to pay the thirty dollars entrance fee, but not everybody could afford the two hundred dollars VIP booth. KOD was tripping on their prices tonight and I knew for a fact once the night was over, they would be raking in mad dough.
“Damn, these bitches are bad in here,” I said giving props to some of the strippers.
“Yeah, they are on point. Straight corn bread fed asses in the building,” Karrueche slurred.
This bitch was drunk and still sipping from her cup of Apple Cîroc. I wanted to take the drink from her, but I figured what the hell. She worked hard in school so she deserved to loosen up, I would just have to sip lightly so I could be our designated driver.
The night was in full swing as we watched the strippers do their thing. We ate hot wings, smoked on some good Kush, drank liquor, and bounced our ass. This was definitely one of those nights that I needed to take my mind off of the way my day ended because of Tommy’s dumb ass.
Just as we were leaving the building, somebody forcefully bumped into Karrueche causing her to fall. I looked up and saw Draya’s old dry weave ass snickering with one of her home girls. I gave Karrueche that, get your ass up and handle it look. The more Karrueche didn’t defend herself, the more Draya would feel the need to fuck with her.
Reading my thought, Karrueche got up and charged Draya. Draya was starting to get the best of her until Karrueche sucker punched her in the nose causing blood to pour out of it. Draya then turned into the Hulk and flipped Karrueche on her ass. I saw enough so I kicked off my heels so I could run over to knock Draya off of Karrueche and start stomping that hoe. I saw Karrueche pull her gun out of her bag from the corner of my eyes, causing a smile to grace my lips. Backing up, I allowed Karrueche to pistol whip that bitch.
“Break this shit up,” Bunkie said pulling Karrueche off Draya. He took the gun out of her hand and slipped it in the small of his back.
“Go home man,” he snapped, pushing us towards my car.
“Did I kill her?” Karrueche asked me with fear in her voice.
“No, I saw the bitch twitching. She is going to need some stitches for that gash on her forehead though.” I laughed. “About fucking time you stood up to that hoe, now she won’t fuck with you anymore.”
“She better not, or next time I will be forced to pull the trigger.”
“My dawg,” I said holding my hand up for a hive five.
I was glad that Karrueche was starting to stand up for herself. She wasn’t the same broken lost teen that I met a year ago. She was now transitioning into a woman and I could see her getting stronger day by day. I wasn’t sure if I had an influence in her growth, but I’m glad I was here to guide her.
Chapter 10
Karrueche
“I just handled the warrant that they were trying to put out for your arrest. Assault with a deadly weapon? What were you thinking?” My mother asked over the phone.
“I didn’t ask you to take care of it,” I said rolling my eyes.
“You’re right, but if I didn’t get it dismissed, you would have been sitting behind bars again!” She yelled.
“Lower your voice while you’re talking to me, you lost all privilege to talk to me any kind of way when you decided to put your husband before me!” I yelled into the receiver.
“How many times do I have to say sorry?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, trying to fight back my tears.
Giving my mother a chance was a demon I was battling with everyday. I really wanted to know what it felt like to have a mother, but then again I felt like she didn’t deserve to have me as her daughter. I tried to sympathize with her, but when I thought of all the shit I went through while she was living her happy, lavish life it pissed me off all over again.
“I know you’re hurt and I understand that, but if we don’t work on ironing out our issues, it’s only going to cause you more pain,” she said.
“I know.”
“On the bright side, the police department is willing to settle with you. I spoke with your lawyer and you are not to take anything less than five point eight million dollars; that is the max settlement that the city will pay out for your case.”
“Five point eight million dollars?” I asked with my breath stuck in my throat.
“Yes, that’s a lot of money so you should be well off until you finish school,” she replied.
If I didn’t believe in God before I sure do now. I thought of how much I had to struggle when my father died like how I slept on a mattress on the floor and used to wear rags to school while waiting for the city bus in the rain. I went from losing everything to gaining it back plus more and I was truly grateful for it. I was a firm believer in God, and watching Him work in my favor only made my faith stronger.
“I have court in a few so I will call you later, and please stay out of trouble. Once they find out you’re my daughter it will be harder for me to save you from being behind bars.”
“I will and thank you.”
“You are welcome dear,” she said before hanging up the phone.
Since Dale was out of town with his family, Shantika was spending the day with Journi and the Michael’s were on a cruise, I was left at home alone with nothing to do. Dressed in a white crop top, black sweats and a pair of white and black shell toed Adidas; I decided to swing by Smoke’s mother’s house. I’ve been avoiding her a lot because I didn’t want to run into Smoke, but I figure I would just pass by and say hi.
Starting up my motorcycle, I placed the helmet on my head and headed down the block to her house. When I arrived I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t see Smoke’s car in the driveway. Parking my bike against the garage, I knocked on the front door and waited for her to answer.
“Hey baby.” She beamed once she opened the door.
“Hey ma,” I said reaching in for a hug.
She was dressed beautifully in one of those African printed dresses. Her hair was pulled up in a huge puff, and her African jewels rested beautifully against her deep rich skin. Smoke’s mother was beyond beautiful and I could see where he got his good looks from.
“Long time no see; I was starting to think you was beefing with me instead of my son,” she said.
“No, just him.” I giggled.
“When will the two of you stop with the games and be together?” She asked.
“Smoke is with Tangi and I’m with Dale,” I answered.
“But are you happy?”
“I’m content,” I honestly replied. “I want to be with Smoke, but I hate to be the one who came in between him having his family.”
“If that is Smoke’s baby, which I highly doubt, then that doesn’t mean that they have to be together. Co-parenting does exist and it works just as well as having a two parent home.”
“Why do you doubt him fathering the baby?” I asked my interest had suddenly peaked, as I grew anxious to know why she would feel that way.
“I feel that he has a baby on the way, but it’s not with her. You will have my son’s first child,” she said touching my stomach. The way she said it with so much certainty scared the fuck out of me.
“Can I have a glass of water?” I asked, trying to kill the intense vibe that was now in the air.
“Sure, I just made lunch sit down and eat with me,” she said leading me to the kitchen.
Smoke’s mom introduced me to African cuisine and I was loving every single bit of. We sat and ate our Pap en vleis and Shisa nyama, which was barbequed meat with maize porridge. I licked my plate clean, washing it down with the hand squeezed lemon juice she made. I spent the remainder of my day with Smoke’s mother laughing and looking at his baby pictures. I really enjoyed having her around, and if me and Smoke ever made things official, I could honestly say I would be happy to have a mother-in-law like her.
