She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  “Where is he?” Glory roared, feeling her heart beat out of her chest as she scanned the room constantly, hoping Ricky would appear.

  She couldn’t believe this had happened to her. She’d just done something that felt dirty as hell, all for nothing it seemed. She felt like vomiting.

  “He left, Glory, be quiet,” Justice replied, feeling good. She thought she’d regret messing around on Lue, but Ricky was a once in a lifetime thing. Plus, the young twenty-one-year-old was sure he’d find her again, and was hoping for it too. She felt the deep connection they had every time he hit her deeply from the back.

  “Let’s go, bitch, before I tell Lue about your actions tonight,” Glory threatened, jealous and enraged at this point.

  “Fuck Lue. That nigga is small potatoes compared to Ricky anyway,” Justice spat back honestly, prompting Glory to storm out.

  Yeah, Justice still loved Lue, but she’d give him up in a heartbeat once Ricky came for her.

  I’d been lying in bed for the past couple of days feeling sick to my stomach. My body felt numb and hollow, and my emotions were all over the fucking place. I wanted to get out of this funk, and forget all the bullshit I had gone through in a matter of months, but it was hard to. My heart was broken, and like my mama once told me, it was the worst pain in the world. What made it ache even more though was the fact that I couldn’t do anything about the situation; nada. I was forced to wallow in this misery.

  I felt a grumble in my stomach, signaling that I was hungry, so I rolled over and grabbed my phone to dial Lue. Ever since this whole fiasco went down, I’d come clean to him about never having left Los Angeles, and surprisingly, he didn’t take that news too badly. I knew that was only because he and Draylah were no longer. He swore he didn’t ask me to move to Texas because of her, but I knew that was a lie.

  However, Lue was angry with me about what I’d done while staying here, and I couldn’t blame him.

  “Hello?” Lue answered the phone, voice dry as ever.

  “Hey, can you bring me some food?” I inquired, hopeful.

  He sighed and paused, then replied, “Aight, text what you want.”

  “Okay, thank you.”

  I hung up the phone and shot him a text containing my food order. I then went to hop into the shower, and once I got out, I brushed my teeth and got dressed. Like clockwork, I heard my baby, Louis Jr., crying, so I went to bathe, change, and feed him, before he fell right back asleep. I was lucky that I had such a laid-back child who slept most of the day.

  Since Lue still wasn’t here, I got onto Instagram just to pass time.

  It was just my luck that on the popular page was a video showing Draylah on the side of the stage as Ricky AK performed. She was smiling and dancing a little, while singing the song word for word like she was his biggest fan. She wasn’t his biggest fan though; I was as of late. I tapped the Instagram name that had posted it, and saw it was one of those couple pages. Ricky AK and Draylah hadn’t even been together a year and they already had a couple’s fan page as if they were actually going to last.

  Not wanting to torture myself anymore, I left that stupid page and went to look around on the gossip blogs. They all had the same video posted as well as snap shots of them in different settings since Ricky was on some kind of tour. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes already, so I left the app entirely.

  “Fucking stupid,” I growled, and tossed my iPhone into the couch cushion next to me. Bitch.

  After making up over the whole Ricky AK situation, Glory and I had begun bonding over the past few months over our hate for Draylah. I despised her because she was with the man I only recently fell in love with, and Glory claimed she and Draylah had been at odds for some time on her end. According to Glory, she stopped ‘liking’ Draylah once she began dating Lue. She claimed Draylah had been depressed for years until she met him, but once she did, she was way too happy. That was fucked up to say about your supposed best friend in my opinion, but I wasn’t exactly in Draylah’s corner, so I didn’t speak up.

  I didn’t even really know Draylah like that, but I hated her fucking guts now. The situation with Lue didn’t really make me feel a certain type of way towards her because he made me feel like a priority over her, and always told me I was the one he loved. At the time, I believed him wholeheartedly, but the way he zeroed in on her when she left taught me otherwise. However still, I didn’t dislike her at the time. Hell, I was the one who intervened on her relationship, so how could I?

  KNOCK! KNOCK!

  I hopped up quickly to get to the door, and when I peeked out the peephole, I saw it was Lue holding my food, so I hurriedly unlocked the door.

  “Thank you so much!” I grabbed the bag and then slowly walked back around the couch to sit down.

  Closing the door behind himself, he asked, “So how you feeling?”

  “Physically, I’m better, but emotionally, I’m still pretty messed up, you know.” I declined to look his way as I removed my waffles from the bag. When he didn’t give a response, I finally made eye contact with him and added, “If you have to be somewhere, Lue, I understand.”

  “Nah, I was just thinking maybe we can work on us again.”

  I’d broken up with Lue a little bit ago, and now all he talked about was wanting to be a damn family. I wanted him badly as hell too, until I ran into Ricky AK at the club. He was so rude, very frank, and unbelievably sexy. And I loved that he demanded things instead of asking. He was just very sure of what he wanted.

  I fell in love with him, and God must have wanted what we had to flourish because from that one night I got pregnant, even though I’d just had a baby. It wasn’t Ricky’s though, and part of that is what made this all hurt even worse, and what turned me crazy in a sense.

  After Glory left the hotel that night, Ricky’s leech of a friend, Kenneth, came to the room, and we talked and drank a little. He was so nice to me and we ended up having sex with no protection while Noel was asleep. Immediately after, I felt disgusting, so I pushed the thought from my mind. And when I got pregnant, I just pinned it on Ricky AK because that was who I wanted it to be by. Kenneth was drunk as hell when it happened, so that was probably the only reason Ricky didn’t know I fucked him too. Hell, Kenneth probably didn’t even know I fucked him too.

  It seemed like after getting the dick once from Ricky AK, I became obsessed with the man. Then finding out I was carrying ‘his’ baby only made my obsession grow. I blew his DM’s up, then his manager, Avalon’s, and even his assistant, trying to get his attention about the baby. He acted like I didn’t exist, and because of his status in the game and around L.A., he was hard to get to. I didn’t realize how lucky I’d gotten with seeing him in the flesh, that one night when he fucked me.

  Then I started to lose my mind when he and Draylah seemed to get more serious, so I threatened to tell her about the child. I got an answer that time, but in the form a forced abortion, which I was still recovering from. I wasn’t even sad about losing my baby at all, because honestly, I didn’t want another baby, and by that bum ass nigga, Kenneth. I was more so sad that I had nothing to dangle over Ricky AK anymore.

  I felt like trash, and that’s exactly what I was to Ricky AK. I wasn’t anything to him but a piece of pussy, but to me, he was my everything. It was almost like the universe was punishing me by putting Draylah with him because I took Lue.

  And what I noticed about Ricky AK before was that he never flaunted bitches around. We never knew really if Tabitha was his woman, but it was like with Draylah, he was acting like she was some kind of gold. I hated them both, but I was too scared to do anything to either of them in fear of Ricky ending me. I’d learned the hard way that he wasn’t the type of man to shout threats at and not push through. Plus, it’s not like I could get at him; I didn’t have the connections.

  “You deaf or something!” Lue yanked me from my thoughts. Calming down, he whispered, “Justice, I’m sorry for the shit I put you through, but I think we even now. You cheated
and got pregnant, when you were supposed to be in Texas holding me down. And now you acting like you love the nigga.”

  Yep, Lue knew everything that had gone down. But he too wasn’t about to touch that situation in fear of meeting Ricky AK’s wrath. I know I was afraid, but what kind of nigga was Lue to be so scared of another man to the point where he couldn’t even face him?

  “I do love him, Lue,” I whimpered, feeling the tears well up. It wasn’t because I knew I was hurting him, it was because I knew Ricky AK wasn’t even close to feeling the same.

  “How? How the fuck could you love a nigga that you don’t even know? How you love a muthafucka that don’t even care about you or the baby you were pregnant with?”

  Ricky knew from day one that it wasn’t his baby. He was very careful, even pulling out when he came, despite the fact that he was wearing a condom. I didn’t care though, I was adamant about convincing him it was his. The timeline matching perfectly worked in my favor too.

  “I don’t know!” I shouted to Lue. I’d been asking myself why I loved Ricky for months, ever since. I’d literally only conversed with Ricky AK twice: the night I met him and the night he came through to make sure that dude force fed me the abortion pills. I’d never even had a real conversation with the man.

  “You don’t know? Man fuck, Justice. You wanna keep chasing after that nigga then do what you gotta do. How the fuck I lose two bitches to this nigga?” Lue mumbled the last part to himself, then left abruptly, not even bothering to even peek at our son.

  After locking the door behind him, I grabbed my phone up to inbox Ricky’s assistant Dakota again on Instagram. I sent a nice message, which was a far cry from the mean ones I used to send. I wasn’t even the type of person to be mean, but I was desperate before.

  Me: Hey Dakota, I know we got off on the wrong foot, but if you could give me some kind of contact information on Ricky other than Instagram I would appreciate it. I just really want to talk to him about our situation.

  DakotaLiv: Justice, please stop messaging me. I have nothing to do with that situation, and to my knowledge there is no situation anymore. Have a blessed day.

  Tears filled my eyes as I read the second to last line over and over and over.

  Me: You don’t fucking know what you’re talking about! Pass me his fucking number before I have to whoop your ass!

  I waited for about twenty minutes and when I went to look at her profile, I saw I was blocked. Placing my phone onto the coffee table, I dropped my face into my hands and sobbed.

  Chapter One: Ricky AK

  Atlanta, Georgia…

  I’d just finished doing a small show down in Georgia, and even though I was tired as fuck from the non-stop flights and promotion, I gave that shit my all. I just had to keep my mind on the fucking money and I’d be good. Not to mention, I always liked to come through for my fans, no matter how a nigga was feeling.

  And even though I didn’t want to admit it, Draylah made this shit a little easier to do. Peeping her on the side of the stage watching me, and being able to lay up under her soft ass in the many hotel rooms, kept me sane as fuck.

  I was still getting used to being in love, and the shit was beyond scary. I knew my girl was bonafide as fuck, but if she wasn’t, I’d massacre a whole fucking town, along with her ass. That’s how good she had a nigga. She had a muthafuckin’ power over me that no female had ever had in my entire damn life.

  “Ricky, these ladies wanted to meet you,” David, my homie from way back, walked up backstage with two thick females. He, Qamar, MG, and Kenneth were like my brothers, way more so than Bryen. Blood really wasn’t thicker than water in this case. “This is Emma and Naria.” David smirked and gave me a wink to let me know he wanted to fuck.

  “This nigga,” my deejay Wonder commented, because he already knew what the wink meant. This was normal shit when I went on tour.

  “How y’all ladies doing?” I smiled.

  “Good,” they both giggled. “We wanna have some fun with you.” They moved closer to me and I even said damn to myself as I checked out how stacked these bitches were. Some months ago, I definitely would have hit first before passing them off. Their faces weren’t all that, but that’s what the fuck doggy-style was for.

  “I’m cool with that, but I need y’all to show the homies a good time first.” I gestured towards David, and Kenneth too, since he was standing next to him.

  The two females looked at one another, then at the homies, before feasting their eyes back on me.

  “So if we show them a good time, then we can come fuck with you, right?” the one named Naria inquired with the raise of a brow.

  “Exactly,” I lied.

  “Can’t wait.” The other, Emma, touched my chest, and before I could remove it, she went flying backwards.

  “Oooh fuck!” Wonder, Kenneth, and David shouted. I was in a bit of shock too at the shit because of how fucking abrupt it was.

  “Keep your fucking hands off my man, bitch!” Draylah hissed, and started towards the bitch, but I grabbed her up from behind.

  “Oh my gosh!” Naria shrieked as Emma sat on the floor in disbelief with her eyes on crazy Draylah.

  Carrying Draylah’s wild ass into my dressing room, I stayed quiet as she tried to get away from me while calling me every name under the fucking sun. I placed her to her feet when we got into the dressing room, and then closed the door.

  “You disrespectful muthafucka!” she shouted, picking up my wooden hairbrush and tossing it at my head, prompting me to duck. My baby was psycho for real with her good aim having ass. “I go to the bathroom and you’re macking on some ugly bitches already? The least you could do is pick a bitch that looks like something!”

  “Baby, calm the fuck down. I was doing that shit for the homies.” I was trying not to laugh, but she really thought I was scared of her, which made the shit comical. Plus, my mind kept replaying that bitch flying back onto her ass.

  “Oh, you think this shit is funny, nigga? There were a few niggas out there looking, so maybe I should go entertain them.” She tried to storm past me, but I gripped her bicep and brought her back in front of me slowly.

  “Watch yo’ fucking mouth, aight?” I gritted as I scooped her up and pinned her against the wall.

  “I told you I’m not your ex bitches. You can’t do whatever you want and think I’m gonna act blind.”

  I ignored her as I kissed on her neck and thanked God that she was wearing a skirt. Her little gangsta act turned a nigga on.

  I moved her panties to the side once I had my jeans unbuckled, and then I released myself and forced my way inside of her. She whimpered softly and scraped the back of my head with her nails as I stretched her pussy out.

  “You ain’t talking that shit now, are you?” I sucked on her bottom lip as I slid in and out of her pussy up against the wall.

  “Mmm, I— ahhh,” she cried out, just before exploding on my dick.

  “You what? Huh?” I gripped her ass cheeks as I dug her out deeply as fuck, before pounding her pussy hard. “Don’t you ever bring up entertaining another nigga, Draylah,” I panted, beating her pussy up. She was so wet, warm, and gushy, and the sound of me pummeling her only brought me closer to my fucking peak.

  “Ye—yes, daddy,” she moaned into my mouth as I kissed her.

  A few pumps later, she was cumming on my dick again, and I was shooting up the club. We stood there kissing hard as fuck for a minute, before I finally pulled out of her and let her down. She still had a little frown on her cute ass face as she breathed heavily while leaning up against the wall.

  Kissing her, I whispered, “I told you I fucking love you, so why the fuck would I be trying to fuck other bitches? Especially while yo’ ass is nearby. I been told yo’ crazy ass that ya pussy was good enough to keep me on the straight and narrow.”

  I was being honest about the shit too. I knew Draylah wouldn’t be down for the unfaithful nigga shit, so whenever I contemplated smashing another female, I remind
ed myself of how good her pussy was and how bad I needed to keep that shit around. Unbeknownst to her ass, I’d gone to extreme muthafuckin’ measures to keep her ass in my life. If she were any other bitch, I would have fucked them hoes right in her face.

  “Then what was that? Y’all were looking cozy as hell.”

  “Dray, I told yo’ hard headed ass I was getting at them hoes for the homies. That’s just what the fuck we do, aight? If they see some bitches they want, that want me, I game their asses up and pass ‘em off,” I explained.

  She frowned hard for a minute and then she grinned widely with her pretty ass.

  “Y’all ain’t shit for that.”

  “Part of the game. Gotta help the homies out. Now go apologize to that bitch for hitting her,” I said just to fuck with her.

  “Excuse me? Regardless of what the situation was, she touched you, and that is why I hit her ugly ass.”

  I just laughed, liking that feisty shit.

  Draylah went into her purse and grabbed a pack of wipes, and then she removed one. Moving towards me, she started to clean my dick for me. She always did shit like that; something I loved about her.

  “Stop, Ricky.” She jerked her head back when I tried to kiss her.

  “Aye, shut up,” I replied, gripping her jaw and kissing her lips a few times.

  “I’m trying to clean you off and you wanna kiss.” She laughed as I trailed my lips to the corner of her mouth. “This is not romantic at all, baby,” she giggled.

  “It’s romantic as fuck. And you can multitask,” I mumbled against her mouth before kissing her again. This time she was into it, playing with my chin hairs as our tongues came in contact.

  “I love you,” she murmured.

  ***

  Some days later … Miami, Florida

  Okay, now put yo’ ass, on my dick, and pose on this shit. Okay now freak my shit, freak my shit, freak my shit. Bitch, freak my shit…