You Needed Me III: A Love Story

by Shvonne Latrice

  Once baby girl was inside, I sped off, headed to meet Jamie at the barbershop. I’d gotten some cash from Saya after speaking with her ass on the phone this morning. She felt guilty I guess for not giving me her time, so she sent me some paper through this little cash app. That definitely made me happy and shut my ass up.

  When I hit the corner of the street that the shop was on, I turned my music up loudly and rolled the windows down. A gang of people were outside talking, chilling, smoking, and just hanging out, and I wanted to show the fuck off. Bobbing my head to “I’m That Nigga Now” by Lil Snupe, I fired up a blunt and slowed down by a group of ladies eyeing my whip. Giving them a quick wink, I gunned it into the parking lot and swooped into a park, letting my music continue to play. Taking the blunt to the head, I ashed it before shutting the engine off and getting out.

  “Hey, Aries.” one of the girls standing outside of the hair salon next to the barbershop smiled at me.

  “Sup, ma, I’ma holla at you when I come out aight?” I bit my lip and she just nodded her head ‘yes’. Shorty’s ass was fat as fuck, and all I could think about was hitting it from the back. Her face on the other hand… let’s just say she’d be great for radio.

  Girls stayed being on my dick, especially when I was driving one of Saya’s cars. I didn’t like having to floss using my girl’s shit, but since I didn’t have my own money like that, I had to do what I had to do. I sold weed here and there, but selling weed only made it so I could buy the newest Jordans, and maybe two or three pairs of Robin jeans, and that would only be if I saved up over a couple weeks.

  Walking into the barbershop, I dapped up a few of the homies, before going to sit next to where Jamie was getting lined up. He put his hand up to say what’s up, and I did the same. The barbershop was full of niggas, some getting their haircut, and some just chilling and shooting the shit.

  “Aye you fuck shorty yet?” he looked to me, using his peripheral vision.

  “Who?” I had so many bitches I really didn’t know who he was talking about.

  “Kimberlyn’s fine ass.”

  “Shit, nah, but I will. She was acting all shy and scared and shit when I touched her, but I know the real. Every bitch is a hoe, some just hide it better than others. Saya’s bro got that pussy too quick for her to be this good girl she claims to be.”

  “You’re talking about TQ’s girl?” My barber walked up and threw the cape around me.

  “Indeed.”

  “Nigga, you’re crazy as fuck. That’s a death sentence if you ask me.”

  “Well ain’t nobody ask yo’ ass shit. Plus she wouldn’t tell if I fucked, because that would get her in trouble too. But anyway, I was looking at her body and how that shit has snapped back. Man I know TQ is tearing that pussy up and I can’t wait to try it.” I cheesed thinking about it. I was gonna fuck her hard as hell just because she was TQ’s bitch.

  I’ve always thought Kimberlyn was fine, from the first time I saw her ass. I knew I was gonna fuck too, and by the time I was gonna make a move I found out she was pregnant. I didn’t mind eating her pussy at that time, but I wasn’t fucking a pregnant bitch. Just the thought of poking a baby, another man’s baby at that, with my dick kept me on soft. But I would’ve sucked on her pussy all night though. I licked my lips as visions of her breathing heavily with my head between her legs invaded my mind.

  “Speaking of getting at other nigga’s girls, what’s up with you and Saya?” this dude named Carlo asked.

  He was fucking with the biggest hoe in Boston named Rosie. Bitch had six kids, with four fathers, and was still busting it open for other dudes. But somehow she got Carlo’s ass to claim her. He was out here looking dumb than a muthafucka. Yeah all women were hoes, but I damn sure wasn’t wifing one who didn’t keep it a secret.

  “Saya and I are good,” I responded.

  “Oh word? Because I saw her out with another nigga, and he looked like Pharaoh.” Everyone in the shop made some kind of a noise in response.

  When he said that shit I swear my heart dropped into my nut sack. I knew that nigga was out, and when I asked her she acted as if she didn’t know and didn’t care. But even though that shit just hit me in the chest like a stack of encyclopedias, I wasn’t about to show it to these hating ass niggas. Every nigga in Boston wanted a piece of Saya, and I enjoyed that shit.

  “Man, yeah right.” Jamie tried to help me save face.

  “Nah, nigga, I’m serious. Looks like you ain’t got a hold on her like you thought. Should’ve let a real man fuck with her, she about her shit and she fine as fuck.”

  “Aye nigga watch yo’ muthafucking mouth!” I hopped out of my chair and so did Carlo. “I am a real man, partner, you better believe that! Worry about yo’ bitch and her busted open ass pussy!”

  “Real man, but you whipping her car and spending her money.” He looked me up and down with disgust. “You don’t get nice cars from selling dime sacks, you bitch ass nigga.”

  Before he could finish I had lunged over on him. We began tussling all over the barbershop, as women screamed, men cheered, and the barbers hollered for us to stop. Finally we were broken apart, and as I panted angrily, Carlo was laughing.

  “That’s why Rosie sucked my dick!” I lied. I wouldn’t let that hoe touch me.

  “And Saya is sucking Pharaoh’s!” he smirked. I tried to get at him again, but the barber was holding me too tightly.

  “Fuck off me!” I snatched away and rushed out, ignoring Jamie calling me. I no longer wanted to get my haircut, because to be totally honest, Carlo had embarrassed me. I was supposed to be that nigga, and he put all of my business out on the fucking table.

  I slid into the Maserati, and immediately dialed Saya.

  “Hey, babe,” she sang.

  “Where the fuck are you?”

  “I’m working, I will be home in like an hour.”

  “Yeah you make sure you get there in an hour so we can fucking talk about you gallivanting around Boston with Pharaoh’s bitch ass!” I seethed, and the line went silent.

  “Aries, whatever you heard, it isn’t true.”

  “Right, one muthafucking hour, Saya!” I hung up.

  I looked down at my phone once I was done, and saw my mother had called me. I hit the number to call her back, but she didn’t answer. After she didn’t pick up the second time, I decided to just drop by since I didn’t want to go to Saya’s and twiddle my fucking thumbs for an hour. I got to my mom’s in less than ten minutes since I was driving like a bat out of hell, and pulled into her driveway.

  “Saya gon’ have to put some more gas in this bitch,” I mumbled as I got out.

  Hitting the alarm, I walked up my mother’s porch steps and used my key to get in. As soon as I opened the door I smelled food, so I knew she had just cooked. If she called me to come home and eat, I wouldn’t even be mad because I was starved.

  “Mama! What did you call me for?” I hollered out as I peeked at the food. “Mama!” I left out of the kitchen and went to her bedroom. Opening the door, my eyes almost rolled out of my head as I stared at my mother lying on a blood soaked comforter. “Mama! Wake up!” I shook her violently even though I saw a big hole in her fucking head. I wiped my eyes, and when I glanced to the left I saw TQ leaning up against the wall in an all black outfit, smiling. If this nigga had have been a snake he would’ve bit me.

  “I just touched her leg man, I ain’t even do shit!” I began sobbing. I already knew why he was here. Tattle tale ass bitch. He just stared at me, so I turned to run out, but he shot me in the back of the thigh. He walked over to me as I collapsed to the ground in agony. “Shit!” I cried out from the burning pain.

  “Kimberlyn Quinton is off limits, especially to peasants like yourself, Aries. She isn’t to be touched, talked to, or even looked at by niggas like you. Touching Mrs. Quinton, is punishable by death,” he stated calmly. This nigga is looney as fuck. “Tell ya, mama, I didn’t mean it. Collateral.”

  POP! POP!

  Len
dsey

  “What is the plan exactly? Don’t you think I deserve to know that?” one of my dad’s men, Andrei, said. He was good at what he did, and we wanted to have him help us once my father was gone.

  “Can’t tell you the plan, but it will be successful. We need to know if you’re down or not, Andrei.”

  “I umm, I don’t know. Stony is almost unbeatable, and what if he finds out?”

  “He won’t find out, now are you with me? You and him,” I looked to Andrei’s right hand man, Yegor. They weren’t best friends or anything, but they worked together a lot.

  “I don’t think so, man. You guys need to make up with Stony before this gets ugly. He will kill all of you. Andrei, I can’t even believe you brought me here.” Yegor stood up from his chair.

  POP!

  I shot his ass right in the head. I looked away before he even fell to the ground good because I didn’t care.

  “We can’t afford that. Whoever doesn’t wanna be down, will go down. Now are you in?” I looked Andrei in the eyes. I could tell he was floored by the fact that I’d just killed Yegor.

  “Yeah, yeah, man, count me in.”

  “Don’t try to play me, Andrei. I’m telling you right now you will regret it. My brothers and I will be victorious, and will remember anyone who wasn’t with us.” He just nodded. “I will be in touch. Call someone to clean his ass up out of here.”

  I slipped the gun into my waist and left the warehouse to head home. When I got there, I went straight to the bathroom to pee, and before I could even finish, Matikah was walking her ass into the restroom.

  “Tikah, damn! Boundaries!”

  “I’ve seen that little thing before.” She waved me off.

  “Little?” I raised a brow. “That’s not what them gag reflexes be saying when I’m fucking ya face, shorty.”

  “Must you be so nasty?” she turned her lip up.

  “I’m just trying to get clarification.” I shook my dick before putting it away. “You be crying and shit when I’m stroking that pussy so I was confused.” I began washing my hands as she chuckled.

  “Hurry up, baby daddy, we have to go.”

  “What? Shorty I have to shower I ain’t going nowhere. I planned to clean up, eat, fuck, and then sleep. I have a lot of shit to do tomor—” I stopped my self when she gave me those sad eyes. “Where are we even going?”

  “My stupid mother is in town and she wants to see me.”

  “Why she ain’t come here?”

  “I told her that you said she couldn’t,” she giggled and wrapped her arms around my body.

  “So because you didn’t want her here, you blamed that shit on me?”

  “I always do that. Whenever I don’t want to do something or deal with it, I just blame it on you and say you don’t want to.”

  “Yo’ muthafucking ass,” I laughed as I thought about her confession. “You got people thinking I’m mean as fuck when it’s really yo’ ass.”

  “Nothing wrong with that. And because you love me you won’t tell her the truth right?”

  “Nah I won’t. But let me shower, I will be quick.”

  “Okay.”

  She left out so I got right in. Quickly cleaning my body, I went ahead and washed my hair as well with some shit Matikah had left in the shower. I smelled it first to make sure it wasn’t too fruity and shit though. Once I was done, I dried off and got dressed in some jeans, a crisp blue polo, and some Adidas. After pulling my hat down on my head, and snapping my watch and chain on, I put on some cologne.

  “Aight let’s be out.” I took her hand into mine.

  Matikah and I got to her grandmother’s home in Roxbury in about thirty minutes since there was a little bit of traffic coming from my place in Brighton. There was a bad ass accident, closing up some of the lanes and shit.

  “What is your mom like? Is she young and hip? Or stuck up and old and shit?” I opened the passenger door of my car to help Matikah out.

  “She’s a hoe, so keep your eyes on me.”

  “Oh shit, okay.” I trailed her up her grandmother’s porch stairs, and waited as she rung the doorbell.

  “She’s already been drinking,” her grandmother answered and then bucked her eyes at us, making us chuckle.

  “Matikah! Baby!” the woman shot up off the couch and rushed over. She pulled Matikah into an embrace, before stepping back and smiling at her.

  “Hey, Ma. This is my boyfriend, Lendsey.”

  “Lendsey,” she moaned. “Damn, where the hell did you find him, Tikah? They didn’t make men like him back in my day.” She licked her lips and stared deeply into my eyes. “And blue eyes? Your mother must be white?”

  “No, my father is Russian though.”

  “Russian is white, darling.”

  “Didn’t say it wasn’t.” I fake smiled.

  “Okay! Why don’t you guys have a seat? Janine, help me in the kitchen please,” Matikah’s grandmother chimed in, sensing the room’s mood going left.

  “You know I’m not good in the kitchen, mother, take Matikah.”

  Matikah’s grandmother stared at her for a few, before waving Matikah into the kitchen with her. I just took a seat, and looked at everything but Janine.

  “So, how long have you been with Matikah?”

  “About a year and some change now.”

  “Really? Are you guys having sex or is she still holding out? I told that girl that sex is what keeps a man, but she won’t listen.” She bit her lip, and crossed her legs slowly so that I could see between them. Wow, her mama really is a hoe.

  “No actually, we aren’t having sex. I’m willing to wait until marriage, and so is she,” I lied, just to burst her bubble.

  “You must be getting something on the side then, Lendsey.”

  “No, Matikah is all I need.”

  “No, you need someone that can satisfy you until she’s ready. And once she is, you can act like you never cheated. I would be willing to find someone who can keep a secret for you.”

  “I understand that maybe you’ve never been blessed enough to find a man that wants more than what’s below your waist, but your daughter has. My relationship with Matikah is not based on sex, because as you’ve shown me, I can get that from any hoe. If you want to sleep around, I couldn’t care less, but don’t bring that shit this way aight?”

  “Matikah, bring me a beer, honey!” she called out.

  “No,” Matikah responded, so she got up to get it herself.

  “How long is she gonna be here?” I asked Matikah once she returned to the living room and sat next to me.

  “Why? You wanna fuck her?” she grinned, but there wasn’t a smile anywhere on my face.

  “I told you don’t play like that.”

  “If I can joke about it, why can’t you? If I don’t get mad, you shouldn’t.”

  “Well I don’t like when you do that shit.”

  “I’m sorry, honey,” she tried to kiss me but I moved my face. I didn’t like when she joked about me cheating for some reason. “Don’t turn your face.” She climbed into my lap, and held my face tightly before kissing my lips repeatedly. “I’m sorry Len, I won’t play like that anymore.”

  “Better not.” I rubbed up and down her back.

  “There won’t be any of that. How many damn babies are you trying to put in her?” Hear grandmother walked out with a fresh fruit platter, as Matikah got out of my lap.

  “Baby? You’re pregnant, Tikah?” Hear mother raised a brow. Fuck, my lie was ruined.

  “Yes, I am.” She reached for a strawberry.

  “How nice.” Her mother looked to me with an evil smirk.

  Wherever this bitch came from, she needed to go back ASAP.

  Chapter Seven: Goldie

  Funny thing is they swore when I get rich, I would turn my back on ‘em, but I'm still up in the mix huh? God damn, ain't that some shit. Can’t a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked?

  As Britain opened the door for me to get out of the c
ar, I could hear Nipsey Hussle’s “Where Ya Money At?” blasting from inside of the club. Tonight we were out celebrating Rhys’ new girlfriend’s birthday party. I tried not to like her just because I felt I owed it to Summer not to, but she was really nice. She was one of those people that if you didn’t like them, people would know it was for a petty ass reason. I honestly felt she was better for Rhys, because he was such a hot head and her calmness balanced them out. Summer could get crazy, too, which I think added fuel to Rhys’ already burning fire. I wasn’t sure how that triangle would end, or should I say square since Summer had Hakim.

  I rolled my eyes as my half sister Chenaye climbed out of the car smiling. She was so fucking annoying, and a part of me felt like her plan all along had been to get close to me so she could be close to the Quintons. Britain told me shit like this would happen, but I didn’t expect it from Chenaye.

  But these days she seemed to be shedding her fraud ass shell, because she had finally admitted that she’d lost her virginity at seventeen. At first she tried to lie and say she lost it to Ethan a few years back when he was my nigga, but eventually she came clean.

  “I am so excited, Goldie. I have never been in VIP before,” she chuckled, making me fake smile.

  I slipped my hand into Britain’s, which he gripped tightly. I prayed that tonight I would be able to enjoy myself, because this baby was kicking my ass. When I went to my internship every morning, I would have to keep a brown paper bag at the little desk I had. It was so hard to stay focused while feeling like you were gonna throw up everything.

  “You look beautiful, baby,” Britain whispered as we were being escorted into the club by QCF security.

  Going up the winding stairs, we finally made it to the big ass VIP section that all the brothers and their women were in. We all spoke to one another, and when Indiya stood up to hug me I couldn’t turn her down. I saw Chenaye staring hard at Rhys, but he wasn’t paying her ass any attention. His eyes were fixated on his woman, as they should be.

  We both sat down, on the plush ass couch like everyone else, and Chenaye started making herself a drink right away. I tasted what was in Kimberlyn’s cup since she said it was a bomb ass nonalcoholic cocktail, and then I ordered one for myself and Matikah. When the hostess left, I looked to see Chenaye staring again.