In Love With A Rude Boy, A Top Shotta's Love Story

by Nika Michelle

  I was already feeling better, as I took a shower. So much so that I started playing with my pussy. See, I knew that American bitch could never fuck my husband like I could. Those bitches were known to be scared of the Jamaican men and their big wood, but we Jamaican bitches know how to ride on the big wood, and we knew how to please our men. I inserted my index finger all the way inside of me.

  “Aargh,” I groaned as I slow wined on my finger. I swung my head back as I entered a world of pure ecstasy. Within minutes, I exploded on my finger. I slid it out and licked off my sweet juice. Now that I let off some of the pressure, I was ready to take on the world. I washed off and got out of the shower. I was on a mission today.

  * * *

  I set the alarm and locked the house up. I’d never been to St. James, but that didn’t deter me from going.

  I decided to use my GPS so that I wouldn’t be lost in the country. I was a city girl and didn’t know my way around the rural parts of Jamaica.

  The entire ride, my mind was all over the place. I remembered the first time my husband fucked me. I also recalled all of the times that I thought he was cheating. Then, I thought about how I had to beat that one bitch’s ass and ended up getting locked up. The memories of the hurt he had put me through quickly turned my heart ice cold. The GPA alerted me that I’d reached my destination. I quickly wiped my tears away. There was no room for emotions right now. I took a quick glance at my surroundings, and all I saw was old broken down huts. Nothing like the big house that I was used to in Kingston. I grabbed my purse, turned the car off, and got out.

  “Mawning, pretty lady.”

  I clutched my purse closer to my chest and turned around to face this dirty looking dude with missing teeth, smiling at me.

  “Good morning, I’m looking for…” I dug into my purse, grabbing the piece of paper that Mama jotted down the obeah man’s name and address on. “Elder Randy,” I said.

  “Well, you’re in the right place, pretty lady. ‘Im my uncle. Mi will take you to ‘im.”

  I shot him a dirty look and was about to turn him down, but I quickly reminded myself of why I was there in the first place.

  “Sure,” I squeezed out a smile.

  I followed closely behind him as we walked up a gravel road. After passing a few houses, I followed him into a yard. I saw two big ass dogs run from around the back of the house.

  “Get back, Caine and Abel,” he yelled out to them. “Unc, I have a pretty lady here to see yuh!” he yelled out.

  Within seconds, I saw a tall bearded man dressed in a dress with a head wrap on his head. “May I help you?” he yelled over the sound of the barking dogs.

  “Yes, I want to talk to you in private!” I yelled back.

  “I got her nephew. Make sure Caine and Abel get their lunch. Come on, Miss.”

  I stepped up on the stairs and walked into the modest dwelling.

  “Si dung, what bring yuh to my neck of the woods?”

  “Well, I need your help. I have a serious matter that I need yuh to deal with for me…”

  * * *

  Two and half hours later, with twenty-five thousand Jamaican dollars spent, I got into my car and pulled off. I was very happy with the Elder Randy and the help he was providing. Now it was time to sit back and see how long that bitch was going to be in my man’s life. I also paid him to tie Omari to me; that meant my husband would be back with me and would never leave me, or his children, ever again.

  Chapter 15

  Kadijah

  Me, Nicole, and Tamia were watching Love and Hip Hop Atlanta at my crib while sipping on some strong ass margaritas. I’d whipped them up with plenty of 1800. That heifer, Joseline, was getting on my last damn nerve, and so was Stevie J with that damn Puerto-Rican princess bullshit.

  “I’m so sick of that broad with her horse lookin’ ass. She makes women think sex and the physical aspect is the only thing there is to offer in a relationship. Like pussy is the only way to keep a man. That’s why these dumb bitches out here dyin’ for a fat ass. Fuck that shit. Mine is all natural, and I can out twerk all of those stiff ass, fake booty hoes.” With that said, I stood up and started twerking.

  My girls got up to join in, and we all burst into a fit of laughter.

  A commercial came on, and so we all sat back down on the sofa.

  “So, how’s the job hunt going?” Tamia asked as she sipped her drink.

  “It’s going good. I have two interviews this week. One on Wednesday and one on Friday,” I filled them in. It was a good thing I was on vacation from the law firm until the next week.

  “That’s good boo. Where?” Nicole questioned me as she picked up her vibrating phone.

  She took a look at the screen, frowned up her face, and put it back down.

  “One is at Pappadeaux, and the other is at the Ritz Carlton downtown. Honestly, I think I’d rather work at the Ritz Carlton. I’m trying to quit Wet Willies and the firm soon.”

  “Both of those are good prospects though, boo, and I know they’ll hire you. It’s not like you have to stay at your first gig forever,” Tamia offered her advice.

  “That’s true. You’re right. I just want to cook great food for a living. That’s all. It’s time for me to get my shit on track, so I’m ready for the next chapter.”

  “So, what’s up with Daryn and Omari?” Nicole asked.

  I knew that it was coming.

  “Why ain’t you answerin’ your phone?” Giving Nicole the side eye, I changed the awkward subject.

  Daryn and Omari were both blowing my phone up, but I didn’t want to talk to either of them. Well, I did want to talk to Omari, but my pride wouldn’t let me. He was a married man who lived all the way across the globe, so that made that shit complicated. Daryn was just a pain in my ass that I couldn’t seem to get rid of. Although his number was blocked, I could still see that he’d tried to call.

  “Because I don’t want to talk to the nigga that’s callin’ me,” Nicole spat.

  “Must be Champ.” Tamia laughed, referring to Nicole’s ex-boyfriend.

  “You already know. He’s trying so hard, but I don’t go backwards. Only forward. My pussy’s too good for his non fucking ass anyway.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at that. Champ owned a sports bar in downtown Atlanta but had played for the Hawks for two years. After a knee injury fucked up his second year, he was off the team. Nicole was only after his pockets anyway, so once his contract was done, she was too. She always said that the sex was awful, but like most women, we’d look over that for financial stability. The thing was, how long could a bitch go without some good dick?

  “To be honest with you, Nicole, I think me and you both have had bad luck in relationships because we’re going after the wrong thing. Not that I’m looking for it, or even want it, but what happened to being with someone because of genuine love? Not because of what they can buy, or how many cars they have, or…”

  “What is wrong with you, woman?” Nicole asked me. “Did you bump your head when you got into it with that Jamaican bitch?

  “No, I just know that it’s more to life than who can fuck the best or how much money a man makes.”

  “And when did you come to that conclusion?” Nicole asked.

  Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t know. It just makes sense to me. All this time, I’ve been the side chick without even wanting to be. That has to be because I’m giving off the wrong vibe. Maybe men see me as some bitch to just have sex with. What if I’m makin’ men think that I’m only good for one thing? If I gave off the wife vibe, shit would be different.”

  Tamia shook her head. “It’s not about that. I’m sayin’ that because I know. I’m the one who is in a relationship. Sometimes I wonder if he is only with me because I’m so laid back and shit. It makes me wonder if he only wants to marry me because I have his child. Men marry women like me, but they cheat on women like me with women like you two.”

  I sighed. “No, he’s marrying you because he loves yo
u, and that’s what he wants to do. I’m offended by your last statement though. I mean, what the fuck are you tryna say? It’s not like we’re some hoes who are down for whatever and shit.”

  “Right,” Nicole spoke up. “Shit. You act like we’re only side chick material. We both do have some type of self-respect.”

  “I’m not sayin’ that you don’t, but you both are more… free spirited and sexually open than me. Not only that, but you’re both more… outspoken. I’ve always been the quiet one and…”

  “Okay, whatever,” Nicole spat as her phone vibrated again.

  “Damn, you need to talk to him.” I gave her a sympathetic look.

  “Fuck him.” She stood her ground.

  “I’m just sayin’,” I threw in before my own phone started ringing.

  “Hello.” I answered when I saw my mother’s number flash across my phone’s screen.

  “Baby girl. You need to come to Dekalb Medical now.”

  “Why, Mommy? What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Look, baby, just come. It’s the one in Lithonia.”

  “I know which one you’re talkin’ about. Just tell me what’s goin’ on?”

  “When you get here, I will.”

  The tears burned my eyes. “K, Ma. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “What’s going on?” Tamia asked me with wide eyes.

  I filled her in, and she and Nicole were ready to get me to the hospital.

  “C’mon. Let’s go,” Nicole grabbed her purse, and we filed out with the T.V. still on.

  When we were in Nicole’s whip, I could no longer hold back my emotions.

  “What if it’s my brother? You know he’s still involved in that street shit.”

  “Don’t panic, DiDi,” Tamia said as she flashed a compassionate look my way. “You don’t know what’s going on yet.”

  “But I could tell from my mom’s voice that it’s bad. She didn’t have to tell me what it was for me to know that. I know her.” The sobs were even more uncontrollable as Nicole sped up.

  “Don’t get pulled over for speeding, bitch. We gotta get her to the hospital. Slow down,” Tamia told her.

  “Shut up and let me drive, hoe. If we get stopped, I’ll just flash these big old boobs. It works every time.”

  “But what if a female cop stops us?”

  “Shit, we’re in Atlanta. She might like boobs too.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh, despite what was possibly going on.

  “I love y’all bitches. For real,” I told them as I laughed and cried at the same time.

  * * *

  When we made it to the hospital, I rushed inside and saw my mother and my brother standing there with worried looks on their faces. So, it wasn’t him. That made me feel relieved, but then it dawned on me that somebody was in the hospital, but who? Then, I saw Imani, but I didn’t see Cam. What was really going on?

  When Jameel and my mom spotted me, they both hurried in my direction.

  “Where’s Cam?” I asked, going into an instant panic.

  “Sis, it was crazy, yo,” Jameel started. “Them niggas came to the spot and shit. They started shootin’ and…”

  “What the fuck happened!” I screamed ready for him to get to the point. “Where’s my nephew?”

  “He… he’s in surgery. He got shot in the stomach.” My mother finished for him.

  My legs gave out on me, and next thing I knew, I was on the floor. The tears wouldn’t stop, and I didn’t want anybody to touch me. My friends tried to console me with the help of my mom, but I pushed them all away. I looked at Jameel, and suddenly my heart was filled with hate for him. Anger took over the love I had for my brother.

  “This is all you fault!” I lashed out at him. “You and that bitch!”

  Imani looked at me as she wiped her eyes. “What the fuck did you say?”

  “You heard me, bitch! If you and my brother weren’t involved in the bullshit that y’all do, this wouldn’t have happened. The both of you need to grow the fuck up. If Cam doesn’t make it out of this, you’re gonna pay for it. I promise you that shit.”

  “Whoa, calm down, DiDi. They’re going through enough.” My mother defended Jameel and Imani.

  All I could do was shake my head at her. My mother was always upholding Jameel because he threw her money here and there from his hustle. She was talking all that shit about dirty money at first, but when it started paying her bills, she changed her tune.

  Although I’d always helped my mother when I could, it meant so damn much more when Jameel did. She’d retired from her job, and both of us made sure that she was good. However, being that Jameel spent money like water, he would give more than me. That was because, even with two jobs, I couldn’t afford what he could. Obviously, it wasn’t worth it because my nephew was in the hospital, fighting for his life.

  “I’m going to shut up about it, but you both know that you’re the blame. You also know that the police will be here soon to question you. What are you gonna tell them? Huh?” I asked with fresh tears in my eyes.

  “It ain’t what you think sis?” Jameel’s eyes pleaded for me to understand. “That shit wasn’t even about what I do or don’t do. Those fools were there to rob me. That shit could’ve been random as hell.”

  I shook my head. “We both know that shit wasn’t random, Meel. Don’t fool yourself, bruh. Your son’s life is hangin’ from a thread because of the lifestyle you live. It’s that simple. I’ve been tellin’ you that for years. Then the triflin’ bitch you’re with ain’t no better. That’s right, hoe; I’m talkin’ about you! You’re probably the reason some niggas were there to rob him. We all know how you are! You the type of bitch who only cares about yourself. You set my brother up; didn’t you? You could’ve at least made sure that my nephew wasn’t there, you money hungry bitch!”

  I ran toward Imani, ready to clock that hoe upside her head. It didn’t matter to me that she was supposed to be feeling some type of way about Cam getting shot. She wasn’t a good mother, and she had never been. If it wasn’t for me and my mom, Cam wouldn’t have a mother figure in his life. My brother was the best parent between the two of them, but the street shit he continued to do put my nephew at risk.

  The reason I didn’t like Imani was because she was ratchet as hell. Not only did she not give a damn about my nephew, but she didn’t give a damn about my brother either. She was a nasty ass broad who’d always been known to fuck any nigga who had a little paper. It just so happened that she got knocked up by my brother, but the motherly instinct had never kicked in. Not only that, but she was known for setting niggas up to get robbed.

  She was with my brother and all, but that didn’t mean that she hadn’t got one of her side niggas to try to rob him. Maybe the plan was for her to get some money that Jameel didn’t want to give her. He’d told me that lately he’d been cutting her off money wise because she always had her hand out.

  “Chill out, DiDi. Damn.” Jameel held on to me.

  Imani looked at me like I was crazy. “You’ve lost it, bitch! For real! You need to be upstairs on the mental ward!”

  “Fuck you! You don’t even deserve to procreate, bitch! If it wasn’t for my brother and my nephew, you would’ve been got your ass whooped!”

  “They’re gonna kick you out of here,” my mother said to me in a hushed tone as security made their way over.

  “Ma’am, you’re going to have to calm down or leave,” a tall man with a medium build and dark brown skin said to me in a calm voice.

  Putting my hands up in surrender, I thought of my nephew and cooperated. “Okay. I’m good.”

  Taking a deep breath, I calmed down and headed towards the exit. Tamia and Nicole followed me.

  “Look, we know you’re mad, but you have to think of Cam,” Tamia said.

  I sighed. “That’s why I’m mad. My brother’s stupid as hell over that broad. I ain’t never liked her, and although I blame my brother too, I know this shit is her fault.”

  My p
hone rang inside of my purse, and I fished it out. Damn, I didn’t recognize the number. It was a 404 number, so I answered in case it was a job I’d applied for.

  After taking a deep, calming breath, I answered. “Hello.”

  “DiDi, mi so glad you answered,” Omari’s deep voice filled my ears.

  What the fuck? How the hell was he calling me from an Atlanta number?

  “This is not a good time.” I sighed. “And how are you callin’ me from a 404 number?”

  He cleared his throat. “Mi got Magic Jack, since you wouldn’t answer my calls. Something told mi that you’d answer a 404 number. The Internet’s Jah blessing.”

  “Well, I have a lot going on, and I really don’t have time to talk to you right now. I hope you’re workin’ shit out with your wife because what we had is over. It was just sex, so I don’t know why…”

  “It wasn’t just sex, and yuh know it. Stop fooling yo self,” he cut me off.

  I was taken aback, but I shook it off. He was right. It was way more than sex because I found myself thinking about him all the time. Shit, I could even remember the smell of his cologne.

  “Even if it was more than sex, you’re married. That means you need to leave me alone.”

  “No, dat means nothing. I’m leaving her.”

  I rolled my eyes. “And? Why do I care?”

  “Because, mi was gon’ leave her anyway. It’s just dat… meetin’ yuh made mi brave enough to do it. I love mi yute and all, but mi gotta do mi. Mi not happy wit’ har and…”

  “Look, like I said, it’s not a good time, Omari.” I watched as two men in suits entered the hospital.

  They had to be detectives. Nicole and Tamia were both looking at me like they were anxious to ask me a million questions. The thing was, I didn’t have time to talk about my conversation with Omari. My nephew was a more pressing issue at the moment, and I was more concerned about him.

  “Oh, mi sorry. Is every’ting okay?”

  “No, my three-year old nephew was shot, and he’s in surgery.”

  “Damn,” he said under his breath. “Mi sorry ta hear dat. Fa real. Mi send prayers to yuh and ya family. Jah bless.”