by Lucinda John
"I'm gonna sale my car and give you what I make. I also have some money saved up that I could give you for the car."
"Consider this a late birthday gift."
"Okay," I shrugged.
I kicked off my shoes and sat on the grey sectional next to him. He grabbed his Apple Air 2 and logged into some car dealership place.
"When you find what you like just hit buy; my card information is already stored for in there."
"Where you going?"
"To lie down, my head hurt. You can join me if you want or take my car home." He put the roach of his blunt in the ashtray then walked off.
I browsed through the cars until a cherry red 2015 Mercedes Benz caught my attention. I clicked on the car and purchased it like he said. I made a mental note of the price; I planned on paying him every red cent back. I contemplated on leaving or staying. After fighting myself for five minutes I decided to stay.
I wanted to do something nice since he did just purchase me a car, so I decided to cook dinner. He had no groceries, so I made a quick list and headed to Walmart. After purchasing everything that was on my list, I swiped my debit card and keyed in my code. As I was walking back to the car I noticed Cookie and Natasha putting items in a Range Rover that was parked next to Zoe's car.
I mugged them hoes to let them know I was still about that life. One slick remark and those hoes was grass. Pregnant or not, I was fucking them bitches up. I was praying Brooklyn was with them because I had a special ass whoopin’ for her. The twins told me she had something to do with my arrest, and I strongly believed Cookie had something to do with it too, but I couldn't prove it.
When I made it back to the house Zoe was still asleep. Putting the groceries away, I decided to cook seafood rice, ribs, mac and cheese, and honey cornbread. Zoe was living like a bachelor. I laughed as I put all the necessities I bought for his kitchen away. When I was done cooking, I fixed him a plate, placed it in the oven and laid my exhausted body on the couch until I fell asleep.
When I woke up I was in Zoe's bed, but he wasn't in it with me. I heard voices coming from the living room so I followed them. I spotted Zoe and his homies eating in front of the TV while hooting and hollering to a Miami Heat game. I couldn't understand half of what they were saying because they were speaking in Creole. I didn't want to impose so I went back to his room and group texted Sky and Star.
"Thanks for the food bae." Zoe walked in the room and jumped on top of me.
"Bae?"
"I'm not your bae," I laughed.
"That smile is so beautiful. You need to smile more and stop mugging all the damn time."
"Why me?" I asked.
"Why not you? You are beautiful, smart, and you have street knowledge. You the type of chick that a nigga can confide in, come to when he’s having problems or need help cooking dope. You’re the real definition of a trap queen, for real. You my trap queen."
"What about Bobby?"
"Fuck Bobby! He’s fucking my ex, so we even."
"Is this what this is about? Getting even with Bobby."
"No, the first time I laid eyes on you at Art Bar I had no idea you fucked with Bobby. It's something about you that screams 'love me' that makes me want to do just that."
"Mmm," I cleared my throat.
"Just rock with a nigga and let’s see how things go."
"Okay."
"You spending the night with me?"
"Why?"
"Dead them thoughts. I'm not tryna fuck I just want to get to know you better. I want to have one of those long intimate bullshit conversations where you tell me everything. Matter of fact, let me kick these niggas out and we can start now."
"Okay," I shrugged.
"I'll be back." He pecked me on the lips then walked out of the room.
A few minutes later, he walked in the room with a sexy smile on his face.
"What you smiling for?" I asked.
"I finally got your fine ass in my bed," he joked.
"Whatever."
He jumped in bed with me and pulled me close to him.
"You graduated high school?" He asked.
"I got my GED while I was locked up."
"Do you have plans on going to college?"
"Yes. I was trying to save up though. I'm not trying to be buried deep in student loans."
"Understandable. How did you end up locked up anyways?"
I contemplated if opening up about my life was something I wanted to do with this stranger. The look in his eyes told me that he was sincere. My heart screamed for me to open up and give love a try. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and told him everything that happened, leaving out the part where Bobby almost took my virginity.
"Damn," was his only response once I finished my emotional story.
I don't know what took over me, but I started to sob. All of the hurt and pain I bottled in was now starting to unravel. I had so much build up that I cried it all out as I released. It felt good to cry and have strong arms wrapped around me, assuring me that everything was going to be okay.
"I got you now bae, you gon’ be good." Zoe rocked me back and forth until I eventually fell asleep.
Chapter 18
Cookie
"Girl, this bitch walking around like she is hot shit," I gossiped to Brooklyn.
I didn't really like Brooklyn, but since Natasha found out she was pregnant it was as if Sean had her ass on a leash. When his baby mama wasn't around he demanded all of Natasha's attention. She was my best friend and all but she was a dumb bitch. I tried to encourage her to get an abortion, but she was convinced that this baby was going to be the push Sean needed to get rid of his baby mama. Yeah right.
"Ooh bitch, I can't wait to come back down so I can fuck her man. I heard so much about his fine ass," Brooklyn’s hoe ass said.
"Girl, I got better luck fucking with Zoe than you," I spat.
"Hoe, no need to be jealous."
"Jealous of what? Bitch whet?!" I laughed. "When you coming down? Them Haitian boys turning up for May eighteen. That block-party at East Side Park about to be on fleek."
"I'm coming down next week. I'm sick of my bitch ass auntie. I don't know why she thought that we could rekindle shit. She basically sat around and did nothing while my dad was beating my mom’s ass on the regular and she damn sho ain’t come to my rescue when the states took me in. Hell she probably know I’m getting that fat Child Net check every month and she want some, with her money hungry ass. Plus ain't shit here in New York, this shit bap!"
"Girl hurry up, I miss you," I lied. Disregarding everything she just said.
I didn't miss Brooklyn, I missed having me a ‘too girl’; you know, a female that followed behind you and did everything you said. There was no me if I ain't have an entourage.
"I'll be down, but check me out. This nigga that’s supposed to be breaking me off is here; let me holla at you later," Brooklyn said before hanging up the phone.
Since graduating high school by fucking my principal, there was nothing for me to do with my life. I wasn't going to college because school wasn't for me and I damn sholl wasn't gonna work. As long as this pussy could pop I would be using it to get all my coins. I was making big plans to secure my spot as a kingpin’s wifey. I no longer wanted Bobby; I was now in love with that boss nigga Zoe. All I had to do was get in good with him and then I'll be able to sink my stiletto nails into him. Picking up my phone I dialed the number to the pawn I was using to get close to Zoe.
"How is the plan going?" I asked as soon as he said hello.
"Damn, no 'how you doing’ or nothing, just straight to the point," he snapped.
"Tommy, shut the fuck up and answer my damn question!"
"You know, if the pussy wasn't so good I'd hang up on your ass."
"I ain't tryin to hear all of that. IS EVERYTHING GOING AS PLANNED?!" I yelled into the receiver of my cell phone.
"Yes, I'm about to use Zoe to take Bobby down, then take that pussy ass nigga and all his Haitians m
otherfuckers down."
"If you say so." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't believe me just watch."
"Yeah, but ummmm, I need money to get my hair done."
"You sucking this dick?"
"Shut the fuck up! Just come get me in an hour." I hung up the phone and tossed it on my bed.
Getting up, I walked to my closet in search for something to wear.
"Where the fuck are my Nine West sandals?" I said to myself as I pulled out an outfit that would match them perfectly.
I ripped my closet apart searching for those shoes. I remembered placing them on my shoe rack while I was cleaning out my closet the other day. After searching my whole room for the shoes, I stood in the middle of my mess huffing and puffing.
"Maybe mama got them," I spoke out loud.
The worse thing about having a young mother is having one that could fit your clothes and shoes. Whenever something of mine went missing I could find it in her room. I quickly cleaned up the mess I made, and then barged in my mother's room without knocking. When I walked in one of the corner boys that trapped for Bobby had her ass in the air, fucking the shit out of her. The way he was fucking her while smacking her ass was turning me on. That nigga was working with a beast and by the looks on my mother's face it looked as if he knew how to work it.
"Ma, I need my Nine West shoes you took without my permission." I leaned against the door watching him watch me.
"In my closet," she moaned.
Winking at him I walked to her closet, picked up my shoes and a few of her things, and walked out. Closing the door, I went in my bathroom to take a long bubble bath. Rolling up a joint, I sat it on the side of the tub, ran my water, undressed, and slid into the warm honey suckle and brown sugar smelling bubbles.
Smoking the last of my blunt, I rinsed my body off and wrapped myself in a large Betty Boop towel. Humming Beyoncé’s song “Flawless”, I walked into my room and was greeted by a big, black, sexy dick. The pulse in my pussy started beating fast as my mouth began to water. Ignoring him I dropped my towel, grabbed the lotion and bent all the way over to apply it to my legs, giving him a full view of my ass.
My bed creaked as he got up and walked over to me. Grabbing a condom, he tore it open and pulled it over that sexy motherfucker. He tightly grabbed my waist and shoved that bad boy deep in me. It was so far up in me that if I said 'Ahh' you would spot the head poking out.
"My mama gon’ kill you," I moaned.
"Fuck her. You were looking like you wanted the dick, now shut up and take this shit." He forcefully thrust in and out of me, causing me to spill my juices everywhere.
"Come suck this dick." He sat on my bed, pulling the condom off.
I was still high off that nut I just bust; this nigga had me in love. No nigga had the ability to have me nutting so fast. I've always been the type to tame a nigga with this pussy. When the feeling returned to my legs, I wobbled my way over to him and sucked him up using all my jaw muscles.
"Aww shit, suck this dick!" he hissed, grabbing my hair.
Putting my hand in my pussy, I played with my clit and sucked his dick faster. I made my mouth extra wet and slobbered all over his knob. Everything about my head game was sloppy and them niggas loved me for it. I wasn't good at solving algebraic equations, but I could suck a mean dick.
"Ahhhh!!" I yelled out as he filled my up with his salty nut.
Damn this nigga need to drink more water, I thought as I swallowed every drop.
My phone started ringing. Looking at it I saw Tommy's name flashing across the screen. Ignoring his call, I sent him a text to let him know I would be out in thirty minutes. Although I just had some dick, good dick at that, money is money and it had to be made.
"Thank you," I smiled, walking back into the bathroom.
I hoped he got the hint and showed himself out. I gave myself a quick bird bath, sprayed my coochie with some Summers Eve Island Breeze spray, and was good to go. I let out a sigh of relief when I walked in the room and he was gone. On my bed was his phone number and a stack of twenties. Stuffing the money in my bra, I quickly dressed and ran into my mother who was sitting on the couch watching “Pretty Little Liars”.
"Was the dick good?" she asked never taking her eyes off the screen.
"It was," I smirked.
"Did you get paid?"
"Always."
"Good! Is that you Tommy waiting on?"
"Yes."
"Get that money honey." She gave me high five.
My mother and I did not have the traditional mother-daughter relationship. It used to affect me, but I've learned how to accept it. I was okay with the way things were between us, although deep down I yearned for a real mother. Checking myself in the hallway mirror, I made sure I was on point. With Tommy I really had to get in his head. I didn't want him fucking this up for me. This was my future at stake; I had no intentions on selling ass for the rest of my life.
Putting on my game face, I strutted over to Tommy's car and got in. My pussy was still a little sore. I made a mental note to pick up some lavender Epsom salt on the way home to soak in. As for now the only thing that was on my mind was money, and ways to get more money. I was on my Kevin Gates shit; I don't get tired.
Chapter 19
Zoe
"You got that manje (drugs)?" a dude that looked a little suspicious asked.
"Nah, I ain't got nothing," I replied running my tongue across my teeth. That was something I did when I was pissed off and trying to keep myself calm.
"I heard you got them thangs man," he rapped.
That was when I knew he was an undercover trying to bam a nigga.
"Nah, on God I don't know what you're talking about. You trying to get your hair cut?"
"No man, I was looking for a hit," he fake itched.
"Well you in the wrong neck of the woods homie, keep it moving," I snapped, beginning to feel impatient.
"Man, my dawg told me this where it’s at." He unknowingly confirmed my suspicions of him being a cop.
"Yo, get the fuck out of here before I fuck you up!"
"Cool," he smirked before walking out of the door.
Picking up my phone, I texted Pete and asked him to meet me at the barber shop. Somehow the cops were on to me and I needed to know why. If there was a snitch in my camp, then that motherfucker needed to have their tongue cut out of their mouth.
Walking in my office, I pulled out my weed and started rolling a big fat stress reliever. Between them yanks and these fucking pigs, a nigga was bound to go crazy. I was deep into my thoughts when a light knock came from my door.
"Who is it?"
"Diamond," she sweetly replied.
"Come in."
I watched Diamond walk through the door in a pair of sweats and a wife beater that her titties sat up in perfectly. I was really feeling the fuck out of her. It's been three months since she finally decided to let me in. The day that she opened up to me was the day I made a promise that I would show her the true meaning of being loved, but she was making a nigga feels gay. She was always dressing like a damn butch.
"Damn bae, you gotta stop dressing like that." I blew out a cloud of smoke then offered her the blunt.
"What's wrong with what I got on?" she got defensive.
"Nothing. That what you got on is okay when you chilling in the house, but when you're out in public you gotta start dressing like a boss’ wife."
"We’ve only been together for a few months and you trying to change me into something I'm not. I told you from the jump I'm not your average female. I wear sneakers, bust licks, and jump fences. All that pretty shit ain't for me."
"You fine as fuck Diamond, you have this beauty that'll put all these hood bitches to shame. You have to learn how to embrace being a woman. You can't spend the rest of your life living and looking like a nigga. One day I'm tryna get married and have some kids. You mean to tell me on your wedding day you gon’ walk down the aisle in some Dickies?"
"No."
"Mmm, I guess."
"Good. I'm supposed to be meeting with someone. Once I finish we gon’ go down to the mall and we about to make you the fuck over," I laugh, smacking her on the fat ass.
