So I asked, “What do you think, Charlie?” I got out of the car and closed the door.
“It’s nice.” She nodded, and then turned her attention elsewhere. I looked to Angie who shrugged, so I just waved it off. No one was gonna ruin my night.
After I rolled my windows up and locked my car, me and everyone else returned to the party, which lasted until about midnight. Overall, the opening was a success, and that night I slept well.
***
The next day …
I pulled up in front of Glory’s house because I wanted to talk to her. I’d already whooped Ricky’s ass, and now it was Glory’s turn. Also, I wanted her to run me Justice’s information so she could get this overdue ass beating as well.
Ricky mentioning he fucked Justice about a week before we made things official, meant Glory knew we’d been together and probably set this up like she did with Lue. I remember she’d called me and admitted herself that she’d seen I’d been hanging with Ricky AK, and wanted to know how I’d gotten close to him. In my mind, and anyone else’s with common sense, she knew I was fucking around with him. Not to mention, Glory loved her some Ricky AK, so she would have tried him regardless.
If Glory were just some regular groupie, I wouldn’t even come at her for trying to sleep with my man because hoes did that all the time. But no, this bitch had been my ace since fourth grade, and twice she had done some shady shit to me, and I was starting to wonder how long she’d been hating. Same with Justice; she was no regular groupie. Clearly this hoe liked coming for the men I dated, so off with her head as well.
I approached Glory’s door and rang the doorbell, and after a couple minutes, I heard her unlocking the door.
“Oh, Draylah, what’s up.” She stayed behind the screen door, which was comical.
“Can I come in, I wanna talk to you?”
“Ummm …” She looked around behind me as if she suspected me to have some people with me. “I guess, sure.”
She unlocked the screen door and I stepped inside, remembering all the times we’d spent together on her couch, just talking about life. I didn’t know what happened to that Glory, because this bitch that had backstabbed me multiple times, and was sucking random dick, I didn’t recognize.
“Have a seat—”
“I don’t need to have a seat. Glory, did you purposely try to fuck Ricky, knowing he was mine?”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, then she said, “I never fucked Ricky AK.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Girl, I wish!”
Frowning out of irritation, I replied, “Trust me, hoe, I know. You’re not on a level high enough to. He already told me everything; how he planned to get some head but instead passed you off to his homies by telling you he’d fuck with you after.” I smirked to annoy her.
Her face twisted up as if she was about to hit me or something, but she knew better.
“I told you I had a crush on him, and you chose to still date him! I had every right to try and fuck him, regardless of whether or not you were sleeping with him!” she roared.
“You had a fan obsession, bitch! There is a difference, you delusional fuck, he didn’t even know your damn name until recently, so please tell me what type of claim you had on him?”
“You knew I loved him! I’d been a fan of him since way back! Yet, you purposely went after him to fuck with me!”
“Bitch, everything ain’t about you, aight? Unlike you, I don’t run up behind niggas who have no interest in me, or don’t even know I exist! Ricky pursued me, hoe. And you’re right about you being a fan, bitch, but that’s all. I am his woman. I love him for things you have never even witnessed.” Moving closer to her, I added, “You used to be his biggest fan, but now I am. See, because he’s actually my man, I want him to win in every aspect of his life. You just care about his next hit song.”
“Shut up! I hate you!” She shoved me hard as hell, and because I wasn’t expecting it, I stumbled back.
After that, I saw red. I charged her and began pounding her face in just like the last time, only I was more ruthless than before. The last time I still had some love for this conniving hoe, but at this moment, she was nothing more than a bitch on the street. No matter how loud she screamed and cried, I punched and punched until she broke away and ran to her bathroom.
“Fuck!” I frowned, realizing I had been beating this hoe so ferociously that I’d broken two nails and peed on myself. This damn baby was embarrassing me.
Walking to the bathroom door like a duck because this pee had me feeling nasty, I slammed my hand on it. “I better not see you out, bitch, or I’m gonna beat your ass again!”
She didn’t respond, she just sobbed hysterically. My scalp was pulsating a little bit because she had a good ass grip on my hair during the fight, so I walked back to the living room massaging it. I spotted Glory’s iPhone on the couch, so I snatched it up, typed in the code, and then went to look for Justice’s information.
Once I had what I needed, I snatched up Glory’s whole roll of paper towels on my way out, and when I got to my car, I put a bunch of them on the seat before cleaning my legs with some wipes. For a moment, I just sat there, and when I thought about the fact that I peed, I couldn’t help but to laugh.
Grabbing my phone up, I dialed Justice’s number and she quickly answered.
“Hi, Justice, this is Draylah.” I wanted to sound nice so I could somehow get her address out of her.
She was silent as hell for a little bit.
“H-hey, Draylah, how can I help you?”
I didn’t know her well, but I could tell that her naivety got her into this situation. I felt bad in the sense that I knew Glory had possibly roped her into a lifestyle that she wasn’t used to, but that didn’t change the fact that I was about to fuck her ass up.
“I found out about the situation with Ricky, and I just wanted to know if I could come over and talk.”
“Ta-talk about what?”
“Just to get a few more details, so I can shove the shit in his face when I leave him.”
“Oh, I don’t wanna get into that, Draylah. Ricky is—”
Damn, Ricky had her ass shook.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him where I got these details from.”
Again, she was silent, but then she replied with, “Okay.”
“Great. This is my cellphone, so just text your address to me and I should be there soon.”
“Alright.”
Dumb ass.
I waited and she sent the text about a minute later. I would shower after I beat her ass.
I mapped her address then let Siri lead me all the way to her spot in Gardena. It was an apartment building, so I went through the broken gate and up to the number in the text. I knocked lightly, keeping my composure together, and finally, she answered the door.
“Hey, Draylah—”
“How many times did you fuck my nigga?” I got right to the point. No need to play nice anymore; I had her.
Her mouth opened and her eyes darted off for a moment.
“It was only once, but I swear it wasn’t on purpose! I know it seems like it because of Lue, but it just happened! And Glory was going to do it too!” She snitched like a little bitch.
“I know. I already beat her ass.” When I said that, Justice’s eyes widened. “Was this before these pictures leaked.” I pulled up the paparazzi ones of Ricky and I going to a club the night after making things official.
She nodded, “Like a week before.”
He wasn’t lying. For some reason, I wanted him to be so I could torture him some more, but I admit I was a bit happy.
“Cool.” I tucked my phone away.
WHAM!
“Ah!” Justice screamed when I popped her in the mouth. I stood there, eyebrow raised, waiting for her to at least try to hit me back. “Why— why did you do that?”
WHAM!
I hit her again and started wailing on her ass, but I realized she wasn’t even trying to hit me back.
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sp; Sucking my teeth, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her from the house. I bent her over the balcony of the apartment building so that she was facing the ground where the dirty ass pool was.
“Wait, wait, wait!” she screamed. She was small, so I could have easily tossed her over the short railing.
“Bitch, I don’t know if you have an obsession with the dicks I sit on or what, but if you ever contact Frederick Montana or anyone who knows him, I will kill you. You see how easy it was for me to get to you, and see how I got you in this position?”
“I’m sorry!” she cried, hollering, with blood on her lips. “It wasn’t even his! Just please let me go!”
I let her hair go, and she quickly jumped back as if she was really about to fall over.
“What?” I frowned, staring at this bitch like she had two heads.
Sobbing, she responded, “It wasn’t his, but I just wanted it to be.”
For a moment, I just looked at this fool with blood and snot coming down her face, feeling kind of bad for how stupid she was. Her neighbors started to come out of their apartments to see what all of the ruckus was.
“I can’t even.” I turned on my heels and walked off. That bitch deserved whatever she got for lying purposely. I’d actually thought she just didn’t know who the dad was or wasn’t.
Me: You were right… it wasn’t your baby.
Daddy: Huh?
Daddy: I don’t know what the fuck you said but stop posting provocative ass pictures on the gram before I have to kill you and these niggas in yo’ comments. I love you.
I smiled at the fact that he’d threatened me then told me he loved me.
Me: Stop telling me you love me.
Daddy: I’ll stop when it’s no longer the truth.
Daddy: Aye delete that shit I just sent.
I just let my head fall back in laughter, and didn’t respond because I just needed some time to process all I had learned in one damn day.
I also needed a shower.
Chapter Four: Micah
That same evening …
“You fucking with it?” Maybach turned to me, smiling as the song we’d just finished faded out. It felt good to be in the studio and actually focusing on my music and not what the fuck Isla was doing.
“Yeah, man. That shit sounds dope.”
“Aye, what was that shit? I’m feeling that.” Butch, another nigga from Head Honcho walked in.
“Something new, my nigga. I can’t give away too much.” I dapped him up, and he nodded.
“I can’t wait to hear the rest of the album.” He looked off as I gathered my shit up. “Aye, so I was wondering if we could work together. You know, like you feature me on ya album.”
“I don’t know, my nigga. I have to hear what you working with. I don’t work with just anybody, you know that.”
“Right, but we’re all a part of the crew. We’re supposed to be like family.”
“But we not family.” I looked at him, no expression on my face at all. Butch was cool as far his rapping went, but my brand was everything. I wasn’t one of them muthafuckas you could wave some money in front of to get them on a track.
I started out, but he grabbed my arm up, in which I snatched.
“Aye, Maybach, give us a few minutes, bruh.” Butch looked his way.
“No problem.” Maybach got up and left, as I stood there frowning. I didn’t know what this nigga needed to talk about, but I wasn’t in the fucking mood.
Turning his attention back to me, Butch brought his hands together and said, “Look, you see me out here kind of struggling to get to the level I need to be at, so I’m thinking you could help me out just this one time, bruh. Even if it’s like a bonus track or some shit that you could let me hop on, that’d be great.”
“Put out some of yo’ own heat first and show me what you got. Otherwise, I can’t help you.”
Without another word, I left his ass standing there and gave Maybach a head nod to let him know he could go back in.
Getting down to my whip, I threw my shit into the car and then got in. When I took my phone out to call my manager back, I saw I had a bank alert notifying me of a large withdrawal. The last four of the account were attached to one I’d opened up for Isla, and she never took money out of that shit. She usually just swiped the debit card attached to it, and during the rare times where she did withdraw money, it was never that damn much.
Thank God I had these muthafuckin’ alerts on, because I would have no fucking idea about the shit. I sped home, trying to run through my mind all the damn reasons why she needed that much money. I took care of all the bills, and if it was for some sort of shopping spree, she could have just used the damn card. And for that much damn money, she had to have gone and sat with a fucking bank teller.
“Isla!” I shouted as soon as I stepped into my crib. “Isla!”
I found her ass in the bedroom, putting all that bullshit on her face like she always did.
“Yes, Micah?”
“Why the fuck you take $2,000 out of ya account?”
“Isn’t it my money?” She continued fixing her face in the mirror, which was pissing me the fuck off.
“Nah, it’s my damn money that I give yo’ ass. Now why the fuck you take all that damn money out?”
“I gave it to Diana because she had a few issues with bills.” Isla brushed her hair down so I snatched it from her. “Seriously, Micah! What the fuck!”
“Didn’t she just get a new damn job? Fuck she need all that damn money for, huh?”
“She does have to work for a little bit to actually make money, nigga. It’s not like you get a hefty check right away.”
I inhaled and exhaled a few times to calm myself down. I was ready to go across Isla’s face for coming at me foul. Not to mention, I felt like that wasn’t what the fuck she’d used the money for. If I found out she used it for anything but what she said, it was about to be some fucking hell to pay for sure.
“Fuck you going?” I inquired when she stood up.
“Nowhere. I was getting dressed up for you, baby, but you came home before I could even finish.” Isla neared me, placing her small hands on my midsection. “I was thinking we could have some fun tonight since Michael is with your mother.”
“Why the fuck you take him to her? He’s supposed to be here with his fucking parents. I work enough and don’t get to see him, that’s why I took him with me this last time.” I pushed her off of me.
“Why don’t you fuck me anymore? Is it because I’m pregnant? You’re not attracted to me?” she hissed as I shot up from the bed.
“Shut up, Isla, and go get my kid.”
“No, your mother already doesn’t like me, so you go get him. I’m not feeling well anyway.”
Isla’s mouth was about to turn me into Qamar. I wasn’t into hitting females that weren’t hoes, because only bitch ass niggas did that bullshit, but Isla was about to have the shit coming. I’d only hit her once and felt sick to my stomach about it, but it was seemingly worth it right now.
“Isla, get yo’ ass up and go get my son. If I get back and he ain’t here, we gon’ have a problem.”
“Get back? Where the hell are you going?”
“Out. I’ll be back in a little bit.” I left the bedroom and slammed the door behind me, trying to rush up out of there before I doubled back and put the paws on my baby mama. I refused to be that nigga again. Once was enough for me.
Getting into my Maserati, I contemplated where I could go to actually be alone. Being a rapper had its perks; the main one being that I could make money doing some shit I loved. But what I wouldn’t give to be able to just go to a damn restaurant without muthafuckas snapping pictures of me.
I decided to just drive, taking in the city of Los Angeles and how it looked at night. Some shit I found to be dope was how different areas of L.A. looked like different cities around the country. I would never wanna live anywhere else because being here was like being in a bunch of fucking spots at once.
I realized I was driving by where Draylah’s brow bar was, and when I looked towards it, I saw a female walking in the direction of the pizza shop nearby. I couldn’t see much, but just from the way she walked in them heels had my dick hard. I loved seeing women in them fucking heels, especially when their bodies were banging like baby girl to my right. Getting over in the far-right lane to get a better peek, I felt my balls shrink up when I realized it was Kattlyn’s ass.
“Bitch,” I mumbled, swooping over to parallel park.
I quickly hopped out just as she dipped into the pizza shop, and I hit my alarm as I followed right behind her.
“Aye, bitch!” I barked.
Now anybody that knew me, knew women were my weakness, and I didn’t disrespect them; hoes were another story though. Qamar and I butted heads over his mouth and hand problem because of it. However, Kattlyn had crossed me like a nigga would, so treating her ass like a lady was out of the window at this point.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered when she looked over her shoulder at me.
She darted off towards the back of the shop, prompting the conversation between the patrons to come to a screeching halt. I darted right after her ass, on her damn heels so tough that I almost stumbled over her. We made it to the bathroom, and when she ran in, I went in behind her, locking the door.
“You got two seconds to run me back my cash before I knock you out,” I gritted.
“Okay wait, listen. I don’t really have your money.” She threw her hands out. I admit my eyes had a hard time not admiring her pretty ass face and sexy body. This was hands down the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she didn’t need to be doing the shit she was doing.
“You got my damn money. I can tell when yo’ ass is lying now.” I snatched her purse from her.
“Give me my shit, nigga!” She grabbed onto the other end of the purse.
We began playing a game of tug-a-war, but I was way stronger, so of course a nigga was winning. Baby girl had a little bit of strength on her, so one good yank on her part had us chest to chest. Before I knew it, our tongues were down one another’s throat, and her purse was on the floor.
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