Down With the King of the South 2

by Diamond Johnson

  I knew that my girl and my daughter didn’t want me to do it, but I was mainly done because I’d outgrown this shit. It was time to let the younger ones take over. That’s why I had the rec centers in Miami to offer these lil’ niggas the best coaches, so they could get the proper training to one day follow in my footsteps.

  Back at the mansion

  “I think you need stitches. Baby, look at your eye,” Jashae said.

  We were in the master bathroom, and I was sitting on top of the counter as she stood between my legs, using a cotton ball with some peroxide to dab away at the cut. The thing about boxing, you never really feel the bruises until after the fight when all the adrenaline has left your body. Right now, I felt everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

  Funny how I only felt half of this shit when I was in the ring because, at the time, I was so amped up that I wasn’t even worrying about pain. Now that I had come down from that high, I swear it felt like my body had been run over by a tow truck.

  “I don’t need no stitches, shorty. I need some weed, a shot of Hennessy, a bath, and some pussy, in that exact order,” I said, looking up at her.

  She was still in that sexy ass, lime green dress that she wore to the fight. The shit exposed her entire back and the dip in the back stopped just before it reached her ass crack. Although she called herself beefing with me, she still listened to me and rocked her curly hair like I’d asked her to. The little bit of makeup that she’d applied to her face was still on, and because she was in the bathroom with me, nursing my wounds, she’d come out of the heels that she wore with the dress. Her face was in a small pout as she set down the cotton ball that she was just using on me and switched it with a newer one.

  “You’re just like Vonte. I remember his first basketball game when he was like nine years old. My baby got elbowed in his eye, and I could have died. Under his eye was gushing blood, and he wasn’t even the one crying; I was. I made a big deal out of it, telling him that I thought he would need to have surgery. His manly self kept telling me to chill because I was embarrassing him. What is it about a man not being able to admit that he’s hurt? Do you think we’ll judge you or laugh at you?” she asked with a perplexed look on her face.

  “That’s just that dominance shit kicking in. I was the same way with my mama. Back when I was boxing, she would come to the back, examine my bruises, and just like you, make a big deal out of it. After being a boxing mom for so long, you would think that she would have gotten used to the shit, but she would still stand over me crying when she saw the bruises and shit.

  “My first professional fight, both my eyes were swollen shut, I had rib damage, and for almost two weeks, it was hard for me to walk. Men probably won’t admit it, but we like shit like this. We like the feeling of knowing that we got somebody in our corner ready to clean up all our wounds and love the fuck out of us at the end of the day. Vonte was lucky to have you. Men like me pay attention to shit like that. You’re nurturing as fuck, and I’m attracted to that. It lets me know that you’ll be good when it comes to my daughter and the kids that we’re going to have,” I said, casually throwing that last part in there.

  She didn’t respond to what I’d said; she just finished cleaning the wounds. I honestly didn’t even know if Shae wanted more children, especially not after what happened to Vonte. I ain’t ask either. We weren’t always taking the proper precautions to avoid her getting pregnant, though.

  “Run the bath water, Choc. I want to take a bath together,” I let her know.

  She finished wiping the blood away from my face and finally placed a small bandage right above my eyebrow before she walked away. The tub inside this bathroom was big enough to fit at least five people. While she got the water ready, I headed out to the bedroom to get my Backwoods, my stash of weed, and take that shot that I was talking about.

  Taniya was in her bedroom down the hall knocked out, so I didn’t have to worry about her coming in and cockblocking. True to his word, Jabari was somewhere on the strip at a casino gambling while Mahogany was a few doors down in her room sleeping. My ole boy liked to take chances with his money as well and gamble, so he joined Jabari.

  I made a lot of money, but I would never be too comfortable to want to gamble with it. I’ll play a little something here and there at a slot machine, but that was the most that I would do.

  Just as I was taking the shot, a phone started ringing in the bedroom. I knew it was Shae’s from the ringtone. It was damn near two in the fuckin’ morning, and I knew that it wasn’t her daddy or her grandmother calling her. I felt like it was Trip calling, so I walked over to where she had her phone resting on the bed. Whoever was calling, they were video calling her. After licking the Backwoods good, so I could have a perfectly rolled blunt, I answered the call with the phone in my hand and the blunt between my lips.

  It definitely was this silly ass nigga calling. When he saw that it was me on the phone, one would have thought that he saw a fuckin’ ghost. He shot up quick as hell from the bed, looking like if he could kill me through the phone, he more than likely would. It was dark as fuck in his room, but the light coming from my screen made it a little bit easier to see him. He was so pressed about Shae that this nigga was really calling her from a phone that he wasn’t even supposed to have.

  “I thought I gave you a cut off time, nigga. It’s 1o:30 at night here in Vegas, which means that it’s 1:30 in the morning back home. Fuck you doing call her this late?” I asked.

  The blunt was between my lips now, and I was using the lighter that I’d left on the bed to light it.

  “Nigga, you trippin’. You act like I’m calling some random bitch! I’m calling to speak to my fuckin’ baby mama. Somebody I been rocking with since you were living in that little ass two bedroom apartment with your folks. Quit playing with me, Miami, like I’m some square ass nigga,” he barked.

  “Baby? Miami, what are you doing?” Shae called out.

  I took a pull from the blunt and walked inside the bathroom where Shae was. She was in the tub already, soaking in the bubbles that she had filled the tub with, and her head was laid back. I’m not sure if she knew that I was on a video call with Trip, but she didn’t say anything. I flipped the screen on her for about two seconds and then put it back on me and took a seat at the edge of the tub. When Shae saw what I was doing, she released a sigh, but she didn’t say anything.

  “That’s who you calling to speak to? She looks interested in speaking to you, nigga? I’m just having a hard time understanding why the fuck you calling. Answer me this. You sent that bitch ass nigga to her spot a few weeks ago?” I asked, and then he chuckled on the phone.

  “Yeah, I did that shit for him to kill your ass. It’s obvious his ass didn’t follow through, so I’m going to hit him up again. I ain’t stopping until I get the phone call that they killed your bitch ass. What’s so crazy, Miami, is that you pulled this shit when I got locked up. You knew that if I were still in the streets, I would have killed you for even looking at my girl, and—”

  “Pussy, I been looking at your girl since the moment you introduced me to her, and you ain’t kill me yet! I nicknamed your girl Choc right in front of you and called her that shit right in front of you on plenty occasions. You ain’t hard the way you think you are, homie. Listen, I done already said enough. Add me on your visitation list. I want to talk to you man to man,” I let him know.

  “Fuck you, nigga! We ain’t got shit to talk about!” he barked.

  “Motha fucka, we got everything to talk about!” I barked back, just as loud and stood up from the edge of the tub. “You sent that bitch ass nigga to my girl’s spot, and he put hands on her like she was a grown ass man! Fuck you mean we ain’t got nothing to talk about, yo? You called that shot, so I want to talk. Telling you over the phone that I ain’t going to play when it comes to Shae is one thing, but looking you in your eyes in person, so you can fuckin’ feel me is another.

  “What? You don’t think I got p
eople locked up in there with you too? Shae ain’t even have to tell me about you dragging her in visitation because one of my homies called me and let me know. Trip, if I wanted a motha fucka to shank you tonight, I could make that happen, but out of respect for Vonte and Shae, I let your bitch ass live. Don’t think because a nigga got millions now that I done turned pussy. It’s whatever you want to do!” I let him know.

  “Fuck you mean Dino put his hands on Shae? What the fuck are you even talking about?” he asked, playing dumb.

  “Oh, so now you stupid, right? Listen, add me on your list because I’m sick and tired of playing fuckin’ games with your ass, aight? Next time you call, I just want to hear you telling me that you added me and that I can come. Other than that, we don’t have a fuckin’ thing to talk about. You definitely don’t have shit to be talking to Shae about either. Enjoy your night, nigga.”

  I tossed the phone on the bathroom cabinet, and this time, I took a long ass pull from my blunt. I could feel Shae’s eyes on me, and I knew that she was dying to say something.

  “What?” I demanded.

  “Miami, I just feel like you’re making it worse. Trip already had Dino run up in my house after you provoked him, so now what? Every time you piss him off, you put him in a situation to do something reckless. I’m not trying to defend Trip. If anything, I just want to protect you and me. I want to protect what we are trying to build. Not even fifteen minutes ago, you put something in the air about us having children. How the hell can I even make a decision like that when I feel like we are living dangerously. I’m changing my phone number as soon as we get back home,” she snapped and then stood up from the tub, soap suds all over her naked body.

  She snatched up her towel from the rack and wrapped it around her body. I didn’t even say shit. I just watched her stomp out of the bathroom and slam the bathroom door, leaving me in this bitch on my own. There I was, thinking that I was getting ready to receive the best ride of my fuckin’ life in this tub, but I done pissed her off, and now I was getting ready to go to bed without any pussy.

  Any other time, I would have probably just powered off her phone and left the shit alone, but I’d been dying to speak to this nigga for months. Since the whole thing happened with Dino, I hadn’t spoken to Trip, so this was just shit that I had been holding in for some time.

  I finished off the blunt then went over to the shower and turned it on. I didn’t step inside until the mirrors started fogging up from the steam. I loved my showers extra hot. That bitch had to feel similar to hell for me to get in. Once I knew it was, I stepped inside and let the water beat down on every part of my body. I thought about a lot of shit while I was in there.

  I thought about the new enemies that I’d made because of my choice to pursue Shae. I thought about how this shit was going to end. I was smart enough to know that somebody was going to die in this shit. Trip had them niggas so fuckin’ trained and brainwashed that they thought killing me was going to make them respected or feared in the streets. I, on the other hand, I had a whole fuckin’ family that I needed to live for and protect, so the fight that was in me wasn’t the same as those niggas. They were willing to go to war for street cred, while I was willing to go to war to protect anything and anyone around me.

  After almost twenty minutes, I was finally done with my shower. With the towel wrapped around my waist, I walked over to the sink to brush my teeth, use the oils that I put in my hair at night for my waves and my beard, and then I put on my do-rag.

  All of the lights were off in the bathroom. I ended up having to use the flashlight from my phone to have some type of light in there. Shae was sleeping or pretended to be sleeping while I dropped the towel and stepped into my pajama bottoms. I went over to the bedroom door, made sure that it was locked, then climbed in the bed with Shae and pulled her to me.

  “Don’t sleep with your back to me, shorty,” I said after turning her and making her face me.

  The flashlight was still on, so I was able to see her face. It didn’t take me long to see that she was crying. I kissed her head and used my fingers to wipe away her tears.

  “Why you crying, Choc?” I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea why.

  “Because… I don’t want to lose you, Miami. I just lost my son. Every time you speak to Trip on the phone, it’s like you make it worse. Miami, I was with him for years. He didn’t discuss with me the stuff that he did, but I would often hear him out in the living room talking to his friends, and I know what type of people they are. I remember Trip telling Dino that he shot somebody once for stealing twenty dollars from him.

  “I want to be selfish and say that I should have never given you a chance, but it’s too late because I’m already head over heels in love with you. What Dino did to me is done. Let’s just keep it in the past. I’m changing my phone number, pretty soon my house will be up for sale, and I’m going to move in with you. We can’t get our happily ever after if every time Trip calls, you’re egging his dumb ass on. I want to just let it go. Can we please do that?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes with her pretty, light brown ones.

  “It’s rare that I’ll tell you no, shorty, but I ain’t agreeing to let this go. I gotta go down there and talk to him. How else that nigga going to know to stop fuckin’ playing with me? Shae, you just started back walking normal last week. Your face just went back to looking like it used to look. You mean to tell me that I’m supposed to just let that big ass nigga come into your house, put his hands on you, and not do shit about it? Mannnn, if I do that, then that’s giving them niggas all the motivation in the world to fuck with you again.

  “At the end of the day, this is not about pride, my dominance, none of that. This is simply about respect. Them niggas disrespected me by coming at you, so I gotta handle it. Simple,” I pointed out, and she nodded.

  I guess she figured that this was one of those battles that she wasn’t going to win with me, which is why she chose to stop talking about it. I turned her body over and got on top of her. She was naked. The sheets that were somewhat lying on her were the only thing that kept her from being fully exposed. I pushed the sheets away from her, and for almost two minutes, I didn’t say shit. I just took her in with my eyes.

  Nothing needed to be said because she knew what I wanted. Her arms went around my neck, and she pulled me in for a kiss. I hadn’t sexed Shae in almost two weeks. Any other time, I wouldn’t even let her go a whole two days without giving me no play, but because this fight was coming up and everything, I let her get a pass. She would sleep in the same bed with me at night, but she would always claim to be catching up on some work. Shae would purposely get in the bed with me late as hell, knowing that she had the perfect excuse to say that she was tired if I were to ask her to give me some.

  We kissed and grinded on each other like we were teenagers. My dick was so hard that I thought it would break. In the middle of the kiss, I was able to pull my pajama bottoms down, and in seconds, my dick was poking at her entrance, and I slid him right into her wet ass pussy.

  “Hmmmm,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. One thing about Shae, she fucked back. I could have her on her back, her side, her stomach; no matter the position, she was going to meet a nigga halfway. She moved her body to the same beat as me, making her pretty titties bounce in the process. Sliding in her raw wasn’t necessarily something new, but she would make a nigga promise to pull out.

  I wasn’t pulling out of shit tonight. I wanted a chocolate daughter or a chocolate, handsome son. I wanted to marry this woman. I wanted her pussy to continue to grip my dick for the rest of her life. I wanted to grow old together, all that shit.

  “Todrriccckkk… Todricckkkk…” she moaned my name and wrapped her legs around my waist.

  “Tell me this my pussy, Choc.” I groaned in her ear and then I bit it.

  Granted, I knew this was my shit, but something about the way she would confirm that shit when I was balls deep inside of her. Sometimes, a nigga just needed that reassuranc
e.

  “It’s your pussyyy… hmmmm… babyyyy, just like that.” She moaned.

  I grabbed her legs and tossed them back over her head, giving me the perfect access to her pussy. I knew I was fuckin’ her silly because I could see the veins in my arms poking out like they were about to break. Her mouth was wide open, but she wasn’t saying shit. The fact that I was in this bitch sweating and the inside of this house was cold as fuck also let me know that I was putting in work. Because she wasn’t hollering and telling me to pull out, I knew that the dick I was giving was so good that she had convinced herself that it was alright if I didn’t pull out tonight.

  “Shitttt, Miamiii… I’m cummingggg. Fuckkkkkkk,” she moaned, finally stopping herself from moving her hips so she could properly enjoy everything that came with busting her first nut.

  Something about the way her juices wet up my dick had me feeling like I was king of the world. For years, I dreamt of her doing that shit, and now that she was finally doing it, it gave a nigga stamina like never before. I dropped her legs, which felt like noodles, and my hands went around her waist so I could flip us over. My hands went behind my head, and I gazed up at her, ready to see what she was about to do with all that dick that I was leaving her in control of.

  Her small, perky titties sat up nicely, and they jiggled in the process of her lowering her pussy on my dick. Her long nails went for my chest, and they scratched away at my tattoos as she got her ride on.

  “I ain’t pulling out, Shae. Don’t hop off this dick either, shorty. Shittt that pussy so tight… fuckkk, man! Do that shit, man,” I groaned.

  My hands left from behind my head and went to her waist so I could pace her. I loved that she wasn’t fuckin’ me too fast or too slowly. Shorty was in heaven as her eyes rolled and she bit her bottom lip. I was so comfortable around Shae that I wasn’t even scared to moan in that pussy. If that shit was good, which it was, I was going to make sure that she knew.