Naughty 3: It's Juicy, No Matter How You Slice It

by Brenda Hampton

  My phone continued to ring back to back, so I stopped kissing Nokea and reached for it, clipped to my jeans. It was Scorpio’s cell phone number, and fearing that something was wrong because of the numerous calls, I was forced to answer.

  “This better be good,” I said while still lying on top of Nokea.

  “Jaylin Jerome Rogers, if you kiss her one more fucking time, I’m going to drive your Escalade right through her damn window! Get the hell off her and bring your ass outside!”

  I swallowed and looked up at the window. I saw headlights, so I eased off Nokea. “We just playing. Damn. Why you tripping?”

  “You wanna play, huh? Okay, we’re definitely gonna start playing.”

  I made my way to the door. Once I heard my truck skid, I yelled for Nokea to move. She had no idea what was going on, so she jumped off the couch and stood behind me. When I didn’t hear the truck anymore, I called Scorpio’s name.

  “Oh, I’m here. But listen to you protecting her and making sure she doesn’t get hurt. You must really love her, don’t you?”

  “Baby, it ain’t even like that. I’m on my way home, so meet me there in a few, all right?”

  “Uh-uh. Your smooth-ass talking ain’t gonna work this time. The only thing you can do at this point is tell me what it’s going to take to end this with you. Please tell me what must I do, Jaylin.”

  “You don’t want to end this, and neither do I.”

  “Of course you wouldn’t want to. You’re having your cake and eating it too. Like you’ve always done.”

  “Scorpio, look, I’m not playing around with you anymore. I know you’re upset, but you’d better not do anything stupid.”

  Nokea tugged on my shirt and tried to find out what was going on. Starting to feel as if something wasn’t right, I ignored Nokea and continued to listen to Scorpio on the phone.

  “You really don’t think I’m going to kill myself over you, do you?” she said.

  “I hope that you wouldn’t.”

  “Jaylin, please. But I will tell you this: after tonight, you and I are over, baby. We are over!”

  “Why are you saying that?”

  “I figured if you could still love Nokea for betraying you when it came to your son and for fucking your cousin, then maybe you’d love me more if I stabbed you in the back. I mean, she planned a life with Stephon and they were about to get married and raise your child together, weren’t they? But what do you do? Not a damn thing. To this day, you continue to love her. You continue to make love to her and treat her like she’s a fucking queen or something.”

  I closed my eyes and thought about Stephon’s and my conversation earlier. He would love an opportunity to comfort Scorpio right about now. “So, what are you saying?” I said calmly. “You know how much I love you, and if you think Stephon is the answer, you’re sadly mistaken. Like I said, I was just playing with Nokea. She already has a man. Why don’t you calm down and go home so we can talk about this when I get there? I’m on my way.”

  “Too late. I’m on my way to see the boss. He’s the real head Negro in charge. Everybody else goes to him when they’re in need, so why shouldn’t I?” She hung up.

  I called her phone back several times, but she didn’t answer. Nokea kept bugging me about what was going on. Trying to keep myself under control, I told her I’d call her later and then jetted.

  I hopped in my truck and called Stephon’s house. When I didn’t get an answer, I called his cell phone.

  “Damn! Will somebody answer the phone?” I yelled out loudly. I called Scorpio’s phone again; still no answer. I was going back and forth between her and Stephon’s phones, and got no response. I laid my phone down and sped up to get to his place.

  By the time I reached the highway, it was crammed. It was down to one lane because of a car accident. “Well, I’ll be damned!” I yelled, as my truck couldn’t go anywhere. Furious, I picked up my cell phone and looked at it. I called Scorpio’s cell phone and politely spoke to her voicemail.

  “Look, I know you’re probably upset with what you saw, but it ain’t what you think. Please, please don’t have sex with my cousin. You don’t want this to be over with, baby, and neither do I. We’ve come too far to go out like this, and I know you wouldn’t do this to me. As soon as you get this message, call me.”

  Traffic moved, but not fast enough for me. My stomach turned in knots. Finally my phone rang. It was Scorpio.

  “Hello,” I said. I didn’t hear anything, so I said hello again. When I heard her ask Stephon to fuck her, I wasn’t sure if she was playing with me. Either way, I yelled into the phone. “Scorpio, don’t do it!” Finally, I heard Stephon say something, but I couldn’t make it out. I now knew she wasn’t playing and was very well in his presence.

  I spoke calmly, already feeling defeated. “Did you hear what I said?”

  The phone went dead. It was evident that she had called me personally so I could hear the shit go down. I was so pissed that I managed to maneuver my truck over to the shoulder and ride it. Many horns sounded off, but I didn’t give a fuck. Just when I had nothing but open driving lanes in front of me, a cop that was parked on the shoulder stopped me. It took everything I had not to drive off.

  He slowly walked to my truck. “Sir, are you in a rush to get somewhere?” he asked.

  I spoke anxiously. “Yes, I am. I have an emergency, officer. I know that no explanation is a good one, so I’m not going to defend myself for driving on the shoulder.”

  “Well, I’m sure that car mangled over there probably had an emergency too. He’s in critical condition. Why don’t you just take your time and hopefully you’ll get to where you’re going without causing yourself or any other motorist any harm?”

  “I will, sir.”

  I thought I was off the hook, until he asked for my driver’s license and registration. That took up more time. When he came back to me, he returned my items, encouraging me to have a safe day. He stopped another car from passing and allowed me to go by. I thanked him, but as soon as he was out of my sight, I was on a roll again. I called Scorpio’s number again; still no answer. Stephon’s place, no answer. When I called Shane to see if Stephon told him about our conversation, he told me he’d spoken to him earlier.

  “What did he say?” I asked.

  Shane laughed. “He said he don’t fuck with your ass no mo’.”

  “No, seriously. Is that what he said?”

  “Those were his exact words. When I asked what happened, he talked a bunch of bullshit, man. I told him he needed to get his shit together and he hung up on me. Anyway, what’s up? You sound kind of—”

  “Shane, I feel myself about to lose it. Scorpio’s at his house right now playing games.”

  “What kind of games?”

  “She’s angry with me about some silly shit, and threatened to have sex with Stephon. I can’t believe she would think of doing something so stupid. I don’t think she’s going to go through with it, but I don’t trust that nigga Stephon. I’m about ten minutes away from his crib, and I don’t have a good feeling about what’s about to go down. I love her ass, man, and if she allows that fool to fuck her, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

  “Just chill, Jay. I’m on my way over there too.”

  I hung up and tried to prepare myself for the worst. I could hear the hurt in Scorpio’s voice, and I had a feeling she wasn’t playing with me this time. A part of me felt bad for not sharing with her my feelings for Nokea, but it was too late to think about what I could or should have done better. I knew damn well Stephon couldn’t be trusted alone with Scorpio, and many, many times in the past, he’d made it clear how badly he wanted her. Even though he knew how much love I had for her, Stephon was the kind of person who did whatever he wanted, however he wanted, and to whomever he wanted.

  When I pulled in front of Stephon’s place, it was obvious that she wasn’t playing. My Escalade was parked next to his BMW, causing me to rush out of my truck. I’m sure the door was purpose
ly left cracked for me.

  As I stepped inside, I knew that I was already too late. I heard the headboard banging against the wall, and Scorpio’s moans I’d know anywhere. Stephon even had the nerve to turn on some music and darken the house. Hurt like hell, my mind was gone as I paced down the hallway to his bedroom. I picked up a wooden chair that sat by his other bedroom’s door and carried it on the way.

  When I pushed the door open, it squeaked, but they couldn’t hear it over the music. I saw with my own eyes: Scorpio straddled on Stephon’s shoulders. He held her up against the wall and was going to town, licking her pussy. Her hair hung down over her face, and her moans implied that she was enjoying herself.

  I picked up the chair and slammed it across his back. The chair cracked into pieces, and he immediately shouted out in pain, holding his back. Scorpio tumbled to the bed, and I grabbed her ankles, pulling her toward me.

  She kicked and started to scream. “Stop! Jaylin, don’t! Let me go!”

  I ignored her and yanked her ass forward as hard as I could. She fell hard on the floor, and managed to kick her legs away from me. She scooted backward and backed into the corner. “I will call the police,” she screamed. “I swear if you touch me, I will have you arrested.”

  “You gotta make it to the damn phone first, stupid ass!” I grabbed her hair tightly and looked at Stephon rolling back and forth on the bed. “What does her high yellow ass say, nigga? In case she forgot to tell you.” I pulled Scorpio off the floor and shoved her on the bed next to him. She cried and demanded that I let go of her hair. I was in a rage, and with each word she spoke, my grip got tighter. I turned her over and pointed to my name tattooed on her ass.

  “This ass says Jaylin, and Jaylin only! Where in the hell does it say Stephon?” I yelled.

  He looked at me, and was brave enough to snicker like the shit was funny. “Man, it ain’t nothing but some pussy. You . . . you fucked up my back over some pussy?”

  “You stupid, basehead fucking fool! I told you I had love for this . . . this—get your ass off his bed!” I yelled. I pulled Scorpio off the bed and shoved her toward the door. “I’m coming back for your ass in a minute,” I said to Stephon.

  I dragged Scorpio down the hallway by her hair and tried to break her damn neck. She continued to kick and scream, and I could hear Stephon yelling his bullshit too. I was zoned out, focusing my anger on Scorpio.

  When we got to the living room, I slammed her naked ass on the couch. Having no sympathy for her tears, I straddled her as she swung wildly, demanding that I get off her. My hand turned red from the tight grip on her hair, and that’s when she had the nerve to scream that she was sorry.

  “Bitch, you ain’t sorry! You would have fucked him anyway!” I backslapped her ass so hard that my fingers burned.

  When Shane came rushing in, he tried to save her.

  He pulled me back and grabbed my arm. “That’s enough, man! It ain’t yo’ style, Jay. Just let her go, please,” he said.

  She tried to get bad after Shane showed up, and kicked me on my legs, also smacking my face. When she spit on me, I broke loose from Shane and wore her ass out! During the process, Stephon limped into the living room with a gun in his hand. He aimed it directly at me.

  “How you gon’ trip with me over some pussy? Get your punk ass out of my house,” he ordered.

  I backed off Scorpio, walking right up to him. “You wanna kill me, nigga?” I yelled. Having nothing to lose, I placed the gun on my chest. “Shoot me, motherfucker! Go ahead and shoot me!”

  “No! Please!” Scorpio yelled. “Don’t shoot him! I’m sorry, baby! I’m so sorry!”

  Shane hurried over and stood between us. “Stephon and Jay,” he said calmly, “come on, now. Stephon, man, put the gun down.”

  “Don’t encourage the nigga, Shane. Pump it into me, cuz. Let’s get it the fuck over with. This what you want, ain’t it? You hate me so damn much, so get it over with.”

  Stephon pushed Shane back and held the gun close to my chest with a devious look in his eyes. Not even giving a fuck, I yelled again for him to pull the trigger. Scorpio screamed repeatedly for him not to do it, and when she came over by us, I shoved her away. I saw that Stephon didn’t have the courage to follow through with his plan, so I smacked the gun away from my chest and punched him so hard that he fell backward.

  He tried to sit up on his elbows, but in pain, he spat a gush of blood from his mouth. He gave me a hard stare, and then rushed to get up. When he did, he grabbed my waist and we both fell backward on the floor. Shane tried to separate us, and when he got punched in his face, he yelled out loudly for us to break it up. As mad as I was, all I could think about was picking up the nearest object and busting Stephon’s head open.

  We went at it for a while, and his living room was turning into a disaster area. Once I slammed him on the floor, he took deep breaths while rolling to his side. He grabbed his back and yelled out as if he were in dying pain. Blood dripped from his mouth and from mine as well. I heavily breathed in and out, maneuvering myself to a chair on one knee. I touched underneath my eye, and when I looked at my fingers, blood was on them too.

  Scorpio eased her way over to me, trying to wipe the blood from my mouth with her hand. I shoved her away again.

  “Shane, please get this bitch away from me before I kill her.”

  “Come on, Scorpio,” he said, helping her off the floor. She sat on the couch and placed her hands over her face.

  “Baby, I never meant for this to happen. I swear I didn’t. I’m sorry,” she sobbed.

  I wiped the blood from my mouth and furiously looked at her. “What in the fuck did you think was going to happen, you stupid ass?”

  “Let’s go, Jay,” Shane said, as I was about to go fuck her up again. He walked over and helped me stand up. I stood in front of her. “Give me my damn keys.”

  “No,” she said, shaking her head. “This is not over, and—”

  “Give me my keys, bitch!” Before I knew it, I backslapped her ass again. Shane grabbed my hand, and unable to control myself, I landed a punch on his jaw. He stumbled back and tightened his fist.

  “The keys are on Stephon’s dresser,” Scorpio yelled, as she knew Shane and me were about to go at it.

  Shane frowned and his forehead lined with thick wrinkles. He pointed his finger at me. “I know you’re mad, but once I get your keys, we are out of here. If I have to fight your ass to get you out of this house, I have no problem doing it.”

  “Bring it on then, nigga!”

  Shane stood for a moment, and then walked off. He came back with the keys in his hand. “Let’s go. I’m driving your Escalade home, so let’s go.”

  I stepped over Stephon, as he was still laid on the floor, holding his back. He insisted that he couldn’t move, and yelled for Shane to help him. Shane ignored him.

  On my way out, Scorpio begged me not to leave her. “Don’t do this to me,” she sobbed, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. She ran up to me. “I’ve been through so much with you, and I didn’t know what to do when I saw you with Nokea. Can’t you understand how I felt?”

  I was too damn mad to understand anything, and as she pleaded for me to forgive her, I put my fist through the wall next to her face. “Fuck you, Scorpio! You got what you wanted. Now, leave me the hell alone.”

  Shane saw me get hyped again, so he pulled me outside. He asked Scorpio to put on her clothes and said he’d come back for her.

  I couldn’t even think or see straight on my way home. My eye was swollen and my entire body throbbed with pain. By the time we made it to my house, Shane had to help me get out of the car. I was stiff as a board. As soon as he opened the door for us to go inside, Nanny B came out of the kitchen. She wiped her hands on an apron, and then put her hands on her hips.

  “What in the hell happened?” she asked with a disturbed look on her face. Shane walked me to the couch and sat me down.

  I reached up, feeling my swollen jaw. “Me and Steph
on had a fight.”

  “A fight?” she said, raising her voice. “Jaylin, y’all should know better. This doesn’t make any sense.” She went back into the kitchen, and came back with a wet towel, an ice pack, and some bandages. She sat on the table in front of me, and when I cut my eyes at her, she moved over to the couch. “At least you still got your sense of humor. Now, lean back,” she said. She placed the ice pack on my eye and wiped the dried blood from underneath my eye and lips.

  “That’s a nasty cut on your face.” She looked at Shane with frustration. “Why were the two of them fighting?”

  “I don’t know all the details, but—”

  “Over a stupid-ass bitch,” I said with my eyes closed. “And some damn cocaine and money.”

  Nanny B continued to doctor me up. After she wrapped my right hand with a bandage, she offered to take Shane back to his car. I apologized for punching him, and then thanked him for helping me. Before they left, I warned them not to bring Scorpio back to my crib.

  They left, and I slowly made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I was glad Mackenzie was asleep because I wasn’t up for any questions. I struggled to make it to the bathroom and dropped my head after I saw my face in the mirror. It was pretty much fucked up, and I was mad as hell. I punched the mirror and glass shattered everywhere. When I saw blood coming through the bandage on my hand, I made my way to the shower, turning it on. Fully clothed, I slid down against the glass doors and closed my eyes. I was hurt like hell, and sat motionless as the hot and steamy water poured on me.

  25

  SCORPIO

  By the time Shane made it back, Stephon needed way more help than I did. I asked Stephon if he wanted me to call an ambulance, but he said he didn’t want the police at his house. Luckily, Nanny B was with Shane, so I got in the car with her, and Shane took Stephon to the hospital.

  Nanny B didn’t waste any time tearing into me. Already feeling bad about what had happened, I really didn’t have much to say.