by Heiress
“Yeah, why?”
Bumping passed me, she grabbed the keys and hauled ass out the door. My father quickly ran after her. I stood still. If her ass wanted to go then so be it. I wasn’t with this shit anyways. “Son, she lost her father. She doesn’t have a mother or siblings. She needs us as much as we need her. You’re doing this for our empire, so suck it up and deal with it. You act like the damn girl is ugly or something. I saw how you were looking at her.” My mother smiled at me.
“Ma dukes gone wit’ the bullshit. She fine and all, but this is just-,”
“Boy hush,” she interrupted me. “You’re doing this whether you like it or not. She doesn’t have a choice and neither do you. Now go help your father find that girl before she gets into trouble. She ain’t been in the family all of five seconds and my blood pressure done went all the way up. Don’t make no damn sense,” she mumbled that last part, walking away from me.
Holding my head down, I blew out some well needed breaths of frustration. “This some fuckin’ bullshit,” I cursed, grabbing my keys and exiting out the door. This bitch better have some good pussy for all the trouble we going through to keep her bright ass safe.
CHAPTER 2:
CALIANA: RUNAWAY FIANCE
Ignoring Mr. Banks shouting out my name, I jumped into the green mustang and started it up. Backing out of the unnecessarily long drive way, I put in the code to the gate and pulled off. I paid close attention when Mr. Banks put it in when we arrived. I wanted nothing more than to get away from Compton and his family. Yes, his parents were welcoming, but he was a total asshole. After I heard babies and wedding ceremony, I was already on my way out the door. This entire agreement was ridiculous.
I didn’t know where I was going, but I just had to get away. When I saw a local spot called Missy’s Lounge, I whipped the wheel to the right and pulled into the parking lot. I was dying for a drink. Even though I wasn’t legal, I had a fake I.D from Jamaica that I’m sure I could get away with here. Getting out of the car, I started to walk in the bar but I noticed a scratch on the car’s bumper. It was more like a dent and a scratch.
“Great! Just fucking great.” Throwing my hands up to say I was through, I turned around and entered the building. It was real elegant like with all purple interior, hardwood white floors and black drapes that hung from the ceiling. Scanning the area, I found the bar area and made my way over to there. When I sat down on the stool, I laid my forehead down on the table. I already had a headache and I wasn’t even married yet.
“You must have had a fucked-up day,” I heard a woman’s voice say to me. Lifting my head, I noticed a very pretty, brown skin girl behind the bar. She had long black curly hair, dough shaped eyes and full lips. Tattoos covered her arms and her hoop nose ring hung from her right nostril. “Nigga problems?” she asked, placing a glass in front of me. She didn’t even ask to see my ID before she started pouring. I was often told I didn’t look my age so maybe she thought I was legal.
“More like a rude ass fiancé problem,” I retorted, grabbing whatever she put in my glass and taking it to the head. My throat began to burn and I started coughing uncontrollably.
“Damn virgin lungs. Slow down.” she laughed at me. “That’s a hundred and sixty proof Vodka. It’s strong as hell.”
“Oh, thanks for telling me,” I sarcastically replied when I finally could catch my breath.
“The name is, Missy. What’s yours?”
“Caliana, but you can just call me, Cali,” I answered with a faint smile. I didn’t have any friends back in Jamaica due to everyone being intimidated by me, my father and our wealth. My charismatic skills were a little off.
“So, what got you in here drinking like a nigga who just found out the baby was his?” Missy asked. I found myself laughing at her little joke.
“Mi forced to marry dis rude bowy an mi cyaa sey no. Min uh wa fi but mi fada say-,” I was ranting on before she held up her hand to stop me.
“Nah bitch we speak English out here. I can’t understand that island shit,” she said, laughing. “Where you from anyway?”
“I’m sorry. It’s just when I get upset I talk in my native tongue. I’m from Jamaica. I came out here to start my new life with this man I don’t even know. I’m stuck with him and I can’t get out of it,” I vented.
“Well who is he?”
Just then I realized that I said too much. I didn’t know this girl from a can of paint and here I was telling her my business. “Uhhh…never mind. Can I just have another shot of whatever you poisoned me with please? I’m trying to get as drunk as possible so I can forget all about today.”
Pouring me another shot, she asked me more questions. For about twenty minutes we talked and got to know each other. I found out that she had an older brother and the lounge I was in was hers. She went to college for business and she had a daughter named, Angel. She seemed very down to earth and cool so I enjoyed our conversation.
“Damn, baby girl. What’s your name?” I heard a raspy voice behind me say. When I turned around, I was staring at a good looking light skin brother. He was very tall, skinny and had long freshly done corn rolls. The brother could have been the spokesperson for tattoos considering that he was drenched in them. The more I looked at him, the more he resembled the rapper Nipsey Hussle.
“Uh huh, bro gone somewhere. This girl got enough shit going on in her life. She doesn’t need your smooth ass trying to talk her out her drawers. Good bye,” Missy spoke up for me, dismissing the stranger.
“Sis why you always blockin’? At least let me get her name or buy her a drink. How old you is baby girl?” he asked, taking a seat next to me. You could hear his thick California accent. Before I could even open my mouth, I was being yoked up by the back of my shirt. When I saw Mr. Banks beside me, I made the smart assumption that it was Compton grabbing me.
“Bitch have you lost ya’ fuckin’ mind?” he rudely called me out of my name as he held onto me tight. I tried so hard not to notice how sexy this man was. Being so close to him had chills running up my spine and I can’t even explain what was going on in between my legs. I was extremely turned on, but this was not the time for my coochie to be lusting.
He looked even better when he was mad. the way his nostrils flared up. His skin was the color of peanut butter and it was coated with tattoos. The LA initials on his face stood out to me along with his diamond nose piercing. His beard was trimmed to perfection around his chin and he kept his hair in braids at the top, but faded around the sides. What pulled me in was his juicy full lips and hazel hooded eyes. When I first met him, I couldn’t help but get lost in them. They told a story of his life that I so desperately wanted to know. It was something so dark about him but at the same time I could tell he had a heart. That side was definitely not showing now though.
“Compton. what is wrong with you? Let that damn girl go!” Missy came to my defense yet again.
“Sis stay out of it. You know how this nigga gets when he’s mad. That’s they business so gone head and mind your own,” her brother told her. I can also assume that he was her big brother Snoop she told me about. They kind of resembled each other.
“Son let this damn girl go. How you expect her to marry you if you acting all crazy and shit?” Mr. Banks ordered him but he didn’t budge. He just glared at me. “Let her go, Compton!”
Smacking his lips, he forcefully let me go causing me to fall back a little. When I regained my balance, I hauled off and slapped him across his face. “Don’t you ever in your life put your hands on me!” I snapped. When I was pressed against his body inhaling his Gucci cologne, I was in a daze. Now that I was no longer compelled by him, I was thinking straight. I may have been young, but I was far from weak.
“I KNOW DAMN WELL-,” he started, lunging towards me but his father and the other dude held him back. I had prepared to stand my ground but he was 6 feet 4 and I was 5 foot 2. I was no match for him, so I quickly ran across to the other side of the bar clutching to Missy. “I don’
t hit bitches, but I will choke the dog shit out ya’ lil’ ass!”
“Compton! Calm down. Both of y’all got a hot ass temper and this shit not gone work if y’all can’t at least get along. I mean God damn, son. This is Ike and Tina already.” Mr. Banks seemed to be surprised that we weren’t clicking. We may have been attractive individuals but we were strangers to each other. I knew nothing about him and he knew nothing of me. How did he think we were going to act towards each other?
“Man- I ain’t doin’ this shit wit’ her high yellow ass.” Compton sized me up with his top lip curled upwards. He was fuming. “Got me driving around lookin’ for ya’ ass and you out here drinkin’. Missy you gone get ya’ license revoked selling to her young ass.”
Missy then turned to look at me and I quickly turned my head away. “And how young are we talking about?” she asked more so to me than to Compton.
“She only nineteen. She still got fuckin’ tittie milk on her breath!” Compton just had to add that last part.
“You know what?” I started, coming from around the bar “Fuck you! I didn’t ask for this. The only man that ever loved me is dead and I’m stuck with you. I have no family, money and I’m being targeted by thugs and killers. I don’t like this arrangement any more than you do. Let’s just get this over with because it’s only been an hour or so since we met and I already can’t stand your ass. I rather be dead right along with my daddy than be here with you,” I expressed, walking past him. It had been a year since my father passed and I was still dealing with it. Well, I was trying to at least. This was all just too much for me to process.
Climbing on top of the hood of Compton’s mustang, I pressed my knees against my chest. “Daddy why did you have to leave me? I need you so bad right now. You have me here with these strangers in a whole new country. I’m starting to think you’re doing this to be funny. If so, I’m not laughing,” I whispered more so to myself. Just as I was about to lay my head on my knees, I felt my arm being yanked. I was lifted into the air and then onto my feet. Once again, Compton’s crazy ass was grabbing me up. He was going to get enough of treating me like some rag doll.
“It’s bad enough you stole my shit and fucked it up. Now you siting on my hood? You ain’t got no damn home training huh?” he quizzed glaring down at me. He had me so close to him that I could feel his tool resting against my body. I kind of jumped feeling how hung he was. This was the second time we were body to body and I got hot all over. I felt something. I don’t know what it was but it was something strong between us. In my mind, I was thinking it was hatred because we both couldn’t stand each other right about now. It couldn’t have been anything more.
When he noticed his manhood growing , he let out a light chuckle and then backed away from me. “Listen, lil’ momma. We ain’t got no choice in this fucked up ass situation. You don’t want to be a wife to me and I damn sure don’t want to be married. How about we just agree to at least get through the first year. Once you have my baby, we can go our separate ways and co-parent or whatever that shit called. Every now and then we link up for our child’s sake and that’s it. You don’t fuck up my shit and I don’t fuck up yours. Cool?” He extended his hand to seal the deal.
Rolling my eyes, I shook his hand in agreement to what he just said. The moment I touched it, I felt a bolt of electricity flow up my arm. It was weird because I had never had that happen before. I knew he felt it too, but he didn’t speak on it so neither did I. “This is just on paper, right? I don’t really have to play wifey to you?”
“Hell nah. I damn sure ain’t ‘bout to be playin’ husband wit’ all the pussy I’m gettin’ out here. It’s just on paper, lil’ momma,” he confirmed.
I felt some type of way about what he just said but it wasn’t my place to get all in my feelings. This was only for my protection so I had to suck it up and just do it. “Fine. The quicker we get this done the better,” I mumbled under my breath.
Just then, Mr. Banks and the man that tried to talk to me came outside.
“So this her huh?” he asked, Compton. He just simply nodded his head. “My bad for coming at you earlier. I ain’t know you were the Jamaican chick. My name, Snoop, Missy is my little sister. Whatever you need or want, we got you. Your family now,” he offered up nicely. I guess that confirmed my accusation on who he was.
Tucking my wild mane behind my ear, I slightly smiled. “Thank you.”
“Well let’s get you back to the house, baby girl. You and Ike here done made a scene, so we should leave. Y’all don’t need no more attention than it’s already about to be. I’ll drive,” he said grabbing the keys from my hands. “Looking at the dent on this car, you need to get your American license. Y’all Jamaicans drive crazy as hell.” Mr. Banks along with Snoop and Compton started to laugh.
Kissing my lips, I walked to the passenger seat and got in the car. I wasn’t trying to be nosey, but I heard Compton say he was going to a strip club. He said he needed to relieve some stress. It got to me a little but I didn’t know why. I had just met this man and I was already feeling jealous.
I shook off those feelings when Mr. Banks got inside the car. “My son may seem like a heartless rude ass hood nigga but underneath that savage is a good dude. Maybe if you play your cards right, you’ll get to see it.” He winked at me before starting the car. I don’t know what he meant by play my cards right, but I was willing to play all my cards. Hell, he could have the entire hand if it would make this situation sail smoother. I needed as much good luck as possible to get me through a year with that man.
CHAPTER 3
COMPTON: KING OF CALI
The club lights dimmed low in VIP as the strippers danced on the pole in front of me. With a blunt in between my lips, I got lifted while being enthused by one of my strippers. Banks Strip Club was an establishment I owned as a front for my family’s illegal practices. The gold walls gave off a royal type feel. This was my baby and I went here to clear my head when shit got too much. I had my pussy. My money and my weed. That was all I needed.
“I don’t even know why yo’ ass is trippin’, C. baby girl a baddie,” My right-hand man Snoop hollered over the DVSN do it well record. Blood couldn’t make Snoop and I any closer. Since the fifth grade, he’s had my back and ain’t shit changed. He was the only nigga I was rocking with and till the day I die it’s always gone be him. There was a nigga named Black that we fucked with heavy but that’s past tense. That’s another story for another day.
“She can be a bad bitch all day but that don’t make this any easier. I got to do it regardless so fuck it. It is what it is. I just hope the pussy good,” I commented back. Taking a wad of cash out of my pocket, I slapped the stripper on the ass with it. She deserved all a nigga’s bank the way she was throwing that ass in a circle.
“I’on give a shit one way or another. As long as we close the deal I’m good. Weight ‘bout to be heavy now.” Snoop cheesed.
“True shit, bro,” I agreed, taking another pull of my blunt. Leaning back on the cream sofa, I eyed Monique intensely. She was dancing on the pole in front of me. I told myself I wouldn’t go there with her no more but I wanted some pussy. Earlier when I was with Cali, a nigga got harder than dry concrete. Not to brag, but a nigga was very blessed so I knew she felt it. I was so used to women being submissive and throwing themselves at me so Cali’s feistiness was something different. I didn’t tolerate disrespect from no one, so when she slapped me it took everything in me not to yoke her little ass up. I didn’t hit women, but I believed in shaking the shit out of a bitch if need be.
“You want me to handle that?” Snoop pointed to the other side of the club where the other VIP section was. When I saw who was entering it, my lip curled up. This nigga didn’t even know how much danger he was in.
“Nah, you good, bro. Sit back and enjoy the show,” I told him. I whistled to get Monique’s attention and she got off the pole to come to me. “Go take care of that for me,” I whispered in her ear.
“An
d what do I get in return?” she asked seductively.
Sliding my hand up her thigh, I swiped my fingers across her freshly shaved pussy. Rolling circles around her clit, I stimulated her love button. When her legs started to shake, I allowed her tight hole to suck on my middle finger. She was so wet that her juices were running down my hand. Just before she reached her peak, I pulled away from her.
The death stare she gave me nearly made me burst into laughter. “Go do what I said and then I’ll bless you.” Monique would be willing to cut off her momma big toe to hop on my dick. That’s why when she turned around without a word, I wasn’t surprised.
“We gettin’ his ass, right? I know you not ‘bout to let his ass come in yo’ shit and disrespect you, C.” Snoop was always down when it came to fucking somebody up. Our list of enemies was long and every day we were tested. We always passed with flying colors though. Believe that shit.
“You already know. Mo’ gone give us the que,” I told him. I conducted myself like a business man when it came to my establishment. I didn’t fight or show my ass in my place of business. In the streets, I was indeed a hood nigga but within these walls, I was a grown ass man. There’s a time and place to be a savage and now wasn’t one of them. When Monique led old dude to the back where extra shit happened, that was our Que.
I tapped Snoop on the arm before discreetly rising from where I was seated and walking off. I greeted a few people before going to the back room. I didn’t want my guest thinking something was up so I had to play it cool. When I pulled back the curtain, Monique was on top of dude, twerking. He was so into her lap dance that he didn’t notice when we walked in.
“Damn bitch twerk that ass for a real nigga.” Rubbing all over Monique’s ass, he enjoyed what would be his last lap dance.
“A real nigga?” I quizzed now announcing my presence. He tried to jump up but Monique caught his ass in the balls. He slumped over in agony. Monique seductively strutted over to me. Pressing her thick frame against mine, she rubbed her hand over my dick causing it to get stiff.
