“Come on, man!” I damn near whined, making her look my way for a moment before laughing. “I admit I was bugging, but I had just heard some shit and was in a bad mood.”
“Heard what?”
“Something about my uncle is all.” I wasn’t about to mention Lacie. I’d have to be a muthafuckin’ fool to let her in on some shit like that. She was already not fucking with me, and telling her I’d possibly gotten my boss’s wife pregnant would only make shit worse for me. And I wasn’t ready to tell her my uncle was my dad, because it would force me to face some shit I wasn’t ready to.
“What is up with that?”
“He’s just having a hard time right now since my aunt decided to leave him. He’s been dealing with some shit. But look, I don’t wanna talk about that. I wanna spend the day with you.”
“Well you can’t. It’s my off day, and I just wanna watch some TV. Plus, I have to go make my mother some lunch like right now.” She stood up and my eyes immediately dropped to her ass in them tights. Any fucking thing she wore had my dick hard and at all times.
“I can help cook. It’s about time for me to meet ya mom and shit anyway, right?” I got up.
“No, it is not time for you to meet her, nigga. We’re barely friends, so why would you meet my mama?”
“Because soon, I’m gon’ be ya nigga, and you know that.” I gripped her waist and pulled her closer to me.
Smirking, even though I could tell she didn’t want to, she replied, “Take your ass home and stop touching me.”
“I like touching you.” I bit down on my lip as I looked down into her eyes. I leaned down to give her a kiss, and she mushed my head back with the quickness. I admit a nigga was shocked as fuck and even a little embarrassed at how baby girl had just curved me. And it was worse because I really thought I was putting some game down; apparently not.
“Back your stupid ass up, Qamar.” She moved back so that my hands fell from her waist.
“I still wanna help cook so I can meet your mama.”
She rolled her eyes, but when she opened the door, she waited so that I could walk in. As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes scanned the place, and the shit was pretty cool. I saw a lot of family pictures and shit, which made me low-key miss how shit used to be when I was growing up.
“Aight, so what we about to whip up?” I rubbed my hands together as Bia pulled all of the shit down.
“Something quick since it’s just lunch; so paninis. I’m sure you have no idea what anything is outside of weed, powder, and drank, but it’s like a warm sandwich.”
“Aye, fuck you. I know what the fuck a pan … penin— man, just pull the shit out!” I barked the last half when Bia doubled over with laughter at my inability to pronounce that fancy fuck ass sandwich.
“Panini, boo. Stick with me and you’ll catch on.”
The whatever the fuck it was called didn’t take long to make, but I focused mainly on warming the soup to go with it since all I had to do was dump the shit into the pot. When we were done, I watched Bia make the plate, and for some reason, seeing her take care of her mother was sexy as hell to me.
“I got it.” I took the tray from her, making her suck her teeth.
“Don’t drop it, nigga.”
I gestured for her to lead the way so I could watch her ass, and then followed her to the back where the bedrooms were. She knocked lightly, and then we both entered the room. I expected her mama to look damn near dead, but she was looking aight. She was skinny as hell for sure, but it was nothing like what a nigga was thinking.
“Oh, who is this?” Her mother sat up and smiled weakly.
“Ma.” Bia took the tray from me and placed it across her mother’s lap. “This is Qamar. Qamar, this is my mama, Beverly.”
“Nice to meet you, Mrs. George.” I smiled and shook her hand, making Bia chuckle softly.
“Nice to meet you, young man. So are you my daughter’s boyfriend?”
“Something like that. I’m hoping soon I will be, but you know ya daughter is like a bull sometimes.”
Chuckling, Beverly replied, “Yes she is. Well you should give him a chance, Bia. He is so sweet and well-mannered.”
“Enjoy your food, Mama,” was all Bia said before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the room behind her. “You really put on a show, huh?”
“I ain’t putting on a show. I’m actually a nice ass nigga, you just don’t wanna believe that shit.”
We both went back into the kitchen, and as she made us both a plate, I tried to hug her from behind. Of course, her evil ass elbowed the fuck out of me while giggling.
“So about how long you gon’ keep this shit up before I can fuck you again, huh?”
“Okay, so what grown ups do, Qamar, is spend time together and let things naturally flow. You don’t ask when you can get some pussy constantly, little boy.”
I ain’t see nothing wrong with what the fuck I was asking. I wasn’t trying to be spending all my damn time acting like a bitch, for her to choose some other nigga, and I have to beat his ass.
“You can’t give me a time frame, at least?”
“No!” She shoved the plate into my chest. “Now come watch Gossip Girl with me.”
“That better be some lesbian porn or you got me fucked up!” I hollered after her, prompting her to cackle loudly as we headed to her bedroom.
Bia was making a nigga work, but I guess that’s what the fuck I needed. Not to mention, being in her presence kept my mind off of all the bullshit going on at the moment.
Chapter Three: Kattlyn Vega
That night …
I’d been on edge for the longest now, and something had to give. Hiding my personal life from Draylah had been pretty easy since her bar wasn’t open yet, but it would be in a couple days. By saying that, I knew this thing with Kraze would blow up in my face at any minute. So, I’ve decided that I’m done with him and this life. And if anything, I may do some side work on my own because robbing niggas has come in handy for me.
This past week, I’d been watching Kraze closely as hell. Every time he collected his cut, he would take it to his office and put it into his safe that was guarded with a keypad. And every night, I would follow him, and watch from the door as he typed in the code. At the moment, I was pretty sure I knew what it was, and tonight, I was gonna test it then steal his fucking money. I decided to do it right now while I was supposed to be working, because that way, if anything went left, the other girls wouldn’t be here.
I heard the shower running in Kraze’s bathroom, so I crept downstairs after putting on some gloves, and went straight to his office. If God was on my side, then I’d get this code right on the first try and escape with the money unscathed.
Walking into the large office, I closed the door behind myself, and went straight towards the big picture frame covering the safe. Placing it to the floor gently, I stared at the keypad, attempting to visually recall the motion in which his fingers went across it.
“Oh fucking gosh.” I cheesed widely as hell when the small red light turned green after analyzing my code. I yanked the door open as if it would lock back from me taking too long, and then feasted my eyes on the stacks of cash.
This nigga Kraze made beaucoup chips off of us, and had us living like slaves, while he lived like a damn king. Reaching inside, I quickly shoved the banded cash into my bag. It was so much, and some were so thick that my hands were starting to ache. The bag began to bulge since I had some clothes at the bottom, but because I was a greedy bitch who came harder at the sight of money than at the feeling of a dick, I forced the rest in.
“Okay, where are the umm …” I frantically scoured the office with my eyes, until they landed on the cherry wood key rack on the wall. Kraze had more nice cars than a little bit, and tonight I was gonna use one.
I chuckled to myself at how lax Kraze was with his things, but I guess it was due to how stupid, afraid, and dependent us girls were. A year ago, if someone had told me to rob this man and
snatch his car keys, I would have shit my pants at just the thought. But right now, in this moment, I was kicking myself for letting this go on so long. Being in Draylah’s presence had me really aching for a better life. I deserved it.
Grabbing up the keys, I rushed out of the office and ran dead smack into Kraze, falling on my ass in the hallway.
“What the fuck is you doing here? You’re supposed to be working! And give me my fucking keys—”
WHAM!
When he reached down for the keys, I kicked him in the face, hard as hell. For a moment, I couldn’t even believe what I had done, but I quickly snapped out of that shit and hopped my ass up.
“Ah!” I screamed when Kraze grabbed my ankle and made me fall. I watched the bag of money slide over, and the keys jingle across his marble floors.
“You got me fucked up, bitch! I knew I should have been killed yo’ ungrateful ass!” he growled as he turned me onto my back and straddled me. He placed his hands around my neck tightly and squeezed so hard that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “After all I’ve done for you, you little Latin rat!”
As I struggled to get released, I spotted a small old portable heater out the corner of my eye. Reaching under the nearby end table against the wall in the hallway, I grasped it and hit Kraze across the face with it. His hands loosened from around my neck, and even though I was struggling to breath, I hit his ass again, making him fall off of me.
“Ka—Kattlyn…” he stammered, blood gushing from his head. He looked fucked up, but because I’d seen plenty of horror movies where people popped back up, I hit him one more time just to really handicap him.
Kraze collapsed to the floor, and I stood up, feeling relieved, until I saw the pool of blood leaking from his head getting bigger.
“Kraze,” I mumbled, recognizing the dead look in his still open eyes. “Kraze!” I yelled, hoping he woke up.
Placing my fingers to his neck to check for a pulse, I dropped my head when I felt nothing. This nigga was dead, which wasn’t even the problem. The problem was that I’d murdered his ass.
I grabbed the heater back up and then rushed to the kitchen to rinse the little bit of blood off. Once I was done, I took it, as well as the keys and the duffle bag full of money, before rushing out. I left the front door open to make it look like a robbery.
I hit the button on the key fob, and when I saw the Mercedes light up, I rushed to it in order to place the money and heater into the trunk. Then, I climbed into the driver’s seat. I had to get rid of this damn car, but first, I needed to figure out what the hell I was gonna do.
Against my better judgment, I decided to call Draylah. I didn’t want her knowing anything about me really because I was embarrassed, but from spending time with her, I could tell she wasn’t the type to judge. Nor was she a snitch; at least that’s what it seemed like.
“Hey, Katt, you okay?” she answered. It was already 9 p.m. at night.
“Umm, actually, I’m not. Can I come to your house, please?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll text my address.”
“Thanks.” I hung up the phone, tossing it into the cup holder.
It was then that I realized I wouldn’t be able to really get rid of this car in time, so I popped the trunk, hopped out, and grabbed the moneybag, as well as the heater, leaving the keys behind. And to think, I almost didn’t wear gloves tonight, which I only put on so my fingerprints wouldn’t be found on the safe. However, they came in handy for how wrong all of this went.
Taking a walk down the street, I ordered an Uber, and waited impatiently for the shit to come up. I didn’t want to risk any of the girls coming back home and seeing me out here when I was supposed to be working. While waiting, I shoved the gloves and the heater into the duffle bag, forcing it closed.
The female Uber driver finally got to me about ten minutes later, and since it was pretty late, it didn’t take too long to get to South Central where Draylah was. I decided I didn’t want her to take me all the way, so I pointed for her to stop about a block away. When the Uber pulled over, I already had the door open and was getting the fuck out of the car before she even stopped.
“Okay, have a good—”
I cut her off mid sentence when I slammed that damn car door shut. I didn’t really care about her greetings, especially because it was too damn late for me to have a good night.
“Aye, baby, you need some help?” some fine ass guy with crazy eyes offered me.
“Umm … behind you!” I shouted, and when he looked, I took off running until I got to Draylah’s house. I was out of fucking breath, carrying this heavy ass duffle. I just didn’t want to deny his crazy ass and he shoot me or something.
I knocked on Draylah’s door, and she answered pretty quickly, making me believe she must have been sitting in the living room or something.
“Hey, are you alright?” she inquired as she closed the door behind me. “You can sit down.”
“Thank you.” I plopped down onto the couch, and exhaled heavily with my face in my palms. “I need to be honest with you.” My eyes followed her as she came and sat down next to me.
“Okay.”
“For one, I’m a Cuban immigrant, so I don’t have a social security number to give you. I’ve been making up reasons as to why I couldn’t find it or didn’t have it.” I blew out hot air, refusing to look Draylah in the eyes because I wasn’t ready. “Also, I’ve been selling my body for a couple years now. I stopped a little bit before I met you, and began robbing the johns instead of sleeping with them. But tonight, I decided to leave that lifestyle behind, so I’m kind of out on the street.” I finally looked her way. She was frowning, but not hard, as she sat there with her arms folded.
“Wait, you’re a prostitute?”
“Yes, but I’m not doing it anymore. I’m done. Trust me, after tonight, I will not be back to that life.”
I was still shaken up from having killed Kraze, but I wanted to mask that from Draylah. I didn’t want her being too suspicious of me, mainly because I needed a place to sleep tonight.
“Kattlyn … is that even your real name?”
“It is, and Vega is my real last name.” I bore into her eyes sincerely so she’d at least take into account the fact that I was honest about that.
“That life is not something you can just leave behind. That man, your pimp, is gonna come looking for you.”
“No! No, he isn’t. See, he and I had a big disagreement tonight, and he told me to leave. He said he was done helping me.”
Her lids lowered, face drenched with skepticism as her eyes danced all over my face.
“Kattlyn, I do not have time for drama. I want to help you, so if you say it’s over, I’m gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. But don’t ever lie to me again, or get me in the middle of your shit, because if you do, we’re gonna have some problems. And you don’t want a problem with me.”
I wasn’t afraid of Draylah in any way, but this wasn’t the time for me to be acting big and bad. She was right to feel the way that she did; shit, I would have said the same thing had I been in her shoes.
“Another thing … I, umm … I robbed that rapper.”
“What rapper?”
“MG, the night I went home with him from the club. But he’s cool, right?” My tone was hopeful. He seemed like a nice guy, but my mother said those were the ones you had to watch.
“I mean, he’s definitely not crazy like Ricky or disrespectful like Qamar, but I can’t see him letting that go. He’s not exactly what I would call a punk. Kattlyn, what the fuck!” She shouted the last part, almost like a delayed reaction. “Is that why you had to suddenly visit your grandmother while I was on tour with Ricky?”
“Yes, didn’t wanna run into him.” I let out a half-surpassed laugh.
It was silent for a little bit as we both got lost in our own thoughts. Suddenly, we made eye contact and both burst into some hardcore laughter. The room was filled with our chuckles for a good ten minutes before we finally sto
pped.
“I have to ask you though, Kattlyn. How is he in bed? I used to read the groupie tales on the Head Honcho boys all the time, and they said MG is good.”
“He is, very.” I giggled softly as I reminisced on how he had me cumming, even in boring ass missionary.
Draylah and I ordered some pizza and watched some show named Gilmore Girls. I thought it was pretty corny at first, but I admit, the lightheartedness of the show uplifted my spirits a bit. Now, I was addicted.
After watching the whole first season in one damn night, Draylah set me up in her extra bedroom, and then I took a hot shower before climbing into bed.
Pulling my phone out, I went onto the Instagram app and found MG. I looked through his pictures, admiring how handsome he was. I liked how behind the scenes he was, even though he was super successful like his counterparts. My clit throbbed a little, so I decided to send him a message.
Me: Hey, it’s Kattlyn. I just wanted to apologize for what I did. I needed to pay a bill, but I can give you everything back. Hope we can still be “cool.”
I hit send and then placed my phone on the nightstand before turning over to go to sleep. My eyes were only closed for about five minutes before my phone vibrated.
MGMusic: Yeah that’s all fine and dandy, but when I see you I’m fucking yo’ scheming ass up.
My mouth fell open because that wasn’t the response I was expecting at all.
Chapter Three: Ricky AK
Yesterday morning while Draylah’s ass was at her shop handling shit, I broke into her fucking crib and saw her calendar. She had a doctor’s appointment today and thought it was okay not to tell a nigga. More and more, every day, her little ass had me fucked up, from attempting to dip out on me, to busting up my fucking cars like a maniac. But it was cool ‘cause I was about to pull up on that ass and bust up this fucking doctor’s appointment.
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