by Kelly, Marie
Learning things about women was all new to me, but I was enjoying it. Outside of a pussy, mouth, and titties, I didn’t know shit about females.
But A’Moya was slowly teaching me.
Once she was finished, she looked up at me through the mirror and smiled
“You look beautiful,” I signed, and she blushed before signing, thank you.
I pushed up off the doorframe and walked over to her. My eyes roamed the white dress she had on that had lace on the sides. When I held a hand out to her, she took it, and I pulled her up to her feet to get a better look.
The dress stopped in the middle of her thighs, and on her feet were the pair of white leather Giuseppe heeled sandals that I had recently bought for her.
Lately, I had been buying A’Moya gifts just to show her how much I appreciated her. She tried to fuss about it and wouldn’t accept them, but when I punished her little tight pussy for going against me, she didn’t do that shit again!
“Damn, baby,” I said, and she giggled.
“You look handsome too.” She winked.
I was wearing white on white, matching my baby’s fly with a white shirt, white jeans, and white Giuseppe sneakers.
Tonight, Rondell was having an all-white party to celebrate his fiftieth birthday. Everyone who was anyone was going, and I couldn’t wait to show the world who my baby was.
If I wasn’t with my family, I was with A’Moya, so it had been a minute since I had been out like that. So tonight, I wanted the world to see that Pharaoh had found himself a queen.
“Are you ready to go?” I asked, and she nodded.
She turned back to the vanity and picked up her matching white Chanel purse that she got from work for being such a great school worker.
A’Moya went to step around me to leave the room, but I stopped her by resting a hand on her stomach.
She looked up at me, and I took her purse from her hand.
“Can you do something for me before we leave?” I asked.
“Yes, anything.”
That was another thing I fucking loved about her; she was always ready to do anything for me, no matter what it was.
“Put your hair up in a bun.”
When she read those words on my lips, her eyes widened in fear, and she shook her head.
I put her purse back down on the vanity and grabbed her hands in mine.
“A’Moya, there is nothing wrong with you. God made you perfect in every way. I love everything about you.” I spoke lowly and then moved her hair to kiss both of her ears.
Tears fell from her eyes, and I pulled her into my arms.
A’Moya constantly wore her hair down to cover her hearing aids—an insecurity that she had revealed to me. The only time she ever wore her hair up was when she was alone with me or with her family.
She explained that she did that because when people saw them and heard her speak, they would stare at her in a funny way. Or they would avoid her after seeing that she was deaf.
People around her made her feel insecure, but I wanted to uplift her and show her that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her.
“You are perfect, okay?” I lifted her head by her chin and said.
Her wet eyes studied my lips before finding my eyes. I kissed away her tears and then passionately kissed her lips.
“Okay?” I asked again, and this time she nodded with a smile.
I let her go, and she sat back at the vanity to put her hair up. Once she finished, she fixed her makeup that had been spoiled by her tears, and then she turned in her seat to look at me.
Smiling at how beautiful she looked, I took my chain that said Pharaoh from around my neck and secured it around hers. She was mine, and I was proud for everyone to see it.
A’Moya believed that she was damaged because she couldn’t hear, but I was the damaged one. If she only knew.
I pulled her back into me and kissed all over her face.
“Let’s go.”
Forty-five minutes later, and we pulled up at Rondell’s club. The line was damn near wrapped around the corner. Rondell’s was always popping, but tonight it was like every motherfucker who lived in New York was out for his party.
Security was tight, and Rondell had hired a new team after the last ones allowed armed niggas into the club that night they tried to kill us. Which was the only reason I had my girl out here with me.
As I approached the door, I nodded to the guard who immediately allowed us to walk in. Even though they were new, I knew they were aware of who I was. Only niggas who lived under a rock didn’t know a Ramsey. They may not have known we were the same niggas running New York, but our last name rang bells in the streets outside of our empire.
A’Moya held tightly onto my hand as I led her through the club toward our designated VIP section. Rondell and my Unc went way back, so we were given my Unc’s old spot that he used when he was in the streets.
As I proudly walked through the club, I smirked seeing niggas breaking their fucking necks to look at my girl while bitches did the same trying to find out who had staked claim to me. One thing no bitch could ever say was that I held their hand in public or declared them as my girl like I was doing with A’Moya.
When I wanted to fuck, I went to their crib or booked a hotel. They got the dick, and only Gena got some money out of me from time to time, but that was all they ever got. Some dick and little time it took me to nut. So, I knew if they saw me holding A’Moya’s hand it meant she wasn’t someone I was just fucking. This was my unspoken way of letting them all know that I was taken.
My smirk turned into a full-blown smile when I locked eyes with a shocked Gena. She was popping her ass on another nigga—clearly not worried about me—but as soon as she saw me, she pushed that nigga aside. Only to then see me holding A’Moya’s hand. Her eyes were so wide, I just knew those bitches were about to fall out of her head and roll across the club floor.
A few of her friends were standing there with the same look. They knew I was fucking with Gena, so it was a shock to their systems too.
Just as I hit the stairs to go up to the VIP section, I pulled A’Moya into me and claimed her lips for Gena and her friends to see.
I wasn’t shit.
But I did that when I noticed how their faces changed after seeing A’Moya’s hearing aids. I wanted to shoot their fucking eyes out.
After our kiss, I led A’Moya up the stairs and left those bitches in our dust.
“What’s good?” I hollered out to my brothers and saluted them.
Wrath was the first over to greet me with a dap and A’Moya with a kiss to her cheek. I did the same to Kanada.
Since I had been spending more time with my family, my brothers had been around A’Moya a few times. They loved her as much as I did—maybe even more knowing she’d tamed me. They thought she was the sweetest person and often joked asking how I bagged her ass. They liked her for me and thought that she was perfect for me. I thought so too!
Surge came over next, and then Guns.
With our greetings out of the way, I took a seat next to Surge and pulled A’Moya down onto my lap. I wrapped an arm around her stomach and kissed the back of her neck.
The song switched up, and A’Moya lightly bounced in my lap as bitches stood around staring in total disbelief.
“You’re fucking up mad bitches’ heads, son,” Surge leaned over and yelled to me over the music, which made me laugh.
“Nah, my girl is doing that! She’s the baddest one in here.”
Surge nodded and dapped me up in agreement.
Kanada came dancing over and pulled A’Moya up to dance with her. They had hit it off after only meeting a few times. I was happy about that because A’Moya didn’t have friends outside of her sisters and cousin.
Surge handed me a drink, and I sipped on it while watching A’Moya dance. She could hear loud sounds, so she had no issues dancing along to the beat.
Her and Kanada laughed as they danced together, totally oblivious
that they had everybody’s attention. Wrath and I were definitely two lucky motherfuckers because both of our women were definitely something to look at.
He must have thought the same thing because he looked over at me with a huge smile on his face and raised his glass to me, which I quickly did back.
My cell bleeped in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see that it was Gena.
Gena: WOW! All that talk about not wanting a girl, so what the fuck was that?
I chuckled but decided that I would entertain her for a second.
Me: Shorty, worry about the nigga u were bouncing ur ass on when I walked in.
Gena wasn’t a bad person—she just wasn’t for me. She thought fucking me and feeding me sometimes was enough for us to be together, but after getting with A’Moya, I knew I needed more than that.
A’Moya lifted me, cleansed me, and set me free. Something I knew Gena nor anybody else could do. God knew she wasn’t for me, and that’s why I was never able to give her what she wanted. I was waiting for A’Moya.
Gena: Whatever nigga! His dick is so much better anyway, and at least he knows a real woman when he sees one! Have fun with your little friend! It won’t last!
I laughed and took a sip of my drink before responding.
Me: Says the chick who obviously feels some type of way to see me walk in with my Queen. Who by the way isn’t complaining about the dick u wanted 4 urself. Does she look unhappy to u? LOL. Have a gud life, Gena, and delete my number, ma. I’m gud where I’m at!
Not even waiting for a response, I blocked and deleted her number. I took another mouthful of my drink and then made my way over to A’Moya.
She was dancing with her back to me, so I walked up on her and started dancing along with her. My arms wrapped around her body, and she grabbed the back of my head as our bodies moved in perfect harmony.
I turned her face to the side, so that I could get to her lips, and I tongued kissed her right there in the club as we danced like we were the only people in the world.
And if that was to ever happen, I knew that I would be good because she was all I needed.
Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey
The Next Afternoon
“I prefer the white dress,” I said to Kanada as I looked at the green dress she was showing me.
We were at the mall shopping, and she had me sitting while she tried on different clothes. I wasn’t complaining because I was actually enjoying it, especially seeing her fat ass in all the dresses she was trying on.
“You only like that one because it’s so short!” Kanada fussed, and I smiled widely while licking my lips.
“Yep. And you can only wear that shit in the house with me.”
Kanada frowned, making me laugh even harder.
“Alvaro. I’m not buying a dress just to wear around the house for you.”
“Firstly, I’m buying it, and secondly, you are! I loved how your ass looked in that shit, and I wanna see how it looks when I’m fucking you from the back.”
Kanada’s eyes popped open, and her mouth fell when another woman gasped from my words.
“Alvaro! We’re in a store, you can’t say stuff like that out loud!”
From the way her face flushed, I knew that she was embarrassed.
“Why the fuck not? Who’s gonna stop me?” My eyes landed on the nosey woman who immediately went back into the dressing room and closed the door behind her.
I burst out laughing while Kanada shook her head at me.
“Hey, you’re the one who was fantasizing about being with a thug.” I winked, and she rolled her eyes.
“We getting that white dress!” I yelled to her retreating back, and she waved me off.
I was dead ass serious. She looked fire in that shit, and I wanted to see her ass jiggling on my dick with that thing on. It had her titties looking good in it too—we were definitely getting that dress.
Kanada came out of the dressing room with her lips pouting, but best believe, I bought that fucking dress.
“As soon as you get home, I want you to take your panties off and put that dress on.” I grabbed her toward me and whispered in her ear on our way out of the store.
She giggled.
Kanada can front all she wanted, but she was a freak just like I was. We had moved furniture and fucked some shit up in that house. Many nights, we would have to take it to the guesthouse because both of us would be making too much noise.
Yeah, I said both of us. I was a man who wasn’t ashamed to let my girl know she was pleasuring me. I moaned and cried out; I didn’t give a fuck. Those niggas who kept quiet in the bedroom didn’t know that all they were doing was securing a future of cheating and unhappiness. If you were having sex with your girl and never moaned or expressed how good it felt, how would she know? And that was just a way to push your girl into another nigga’s arms who would tell her how great she was.
Wasn’t happening to me.
Just like I loved to hear Kanada cry out my name, beg me to stop, and tell me how good it felt, I knew she loved to hear it too. Plus, I don’t care what anybody say, I knew Kanada fucked me better after hearing me moan.
I smirked as I watched her trying so hard to hide the blush that was fighting its way to her face.
“I know your pussy wet, you don’t need to act. But I got you as soon as we get home.”
Her smile said it all, and I winked at her.
“Oh, my fault,” I said after I bumped into someone since I was too busy watching Kanada to see where I was going.
“Yes, it is your fault, nigga.”
I looked down to see a pretty, dark skinned chick with long, purple hair grilling me.
“Excuse me?” I frowned at her.
“You heard me, you murdering son of a bitch!”
My eyes turned to slits as I thought about slapping the fuck out of this loud-mouthed bitch.
Kanada pulled away from me and stepped into the bitch’s face. She was drawing enough attention to us, so I pulled my girl back, not wanting her to allow the bitch any more.
“Let’s just go, baby.”
I didn’t know this woman, but I would find out. Just not here or now.
Taking my phone from my pocket, I took a quick, unnoticed picture of the bitch so that I could send it to my tech guy later and find out who she was.
Kanada allowed me to pull her away, and we walked out of the store. But, of course, the loud-mouthed hoe followed us.
“You think I don’t know you had something to do with my baby daddy, Popeye, coming up missing? I know you did something to him! They told me, and you won’t get away with it!”
Hearing her mention Popeye’s name made me stop walking and look back at her.
I almost laughed in her face because she was out here claiming a nigga who wasn’t claiming her. If she was his baby mama, that was news to me because Popeye stayed fucking different bitches, especially strippers. The nigga had damn near fucked every one that worked at the club Sapphire on E 60th street.
In all the years I had known him to fuck with Surge, I didn’t know he had kids. But, then again, I didn’t know the nigga would grow up to hate us and try to kill Surge.
“I have no idea who you’re talking about. You have the wrong person,” I said to her and left her standing there with a perplexed look on her face.
I wasn’t sure who they were because I knew that both Popeye and Sly were dead. So, I had no idea who she was talking to or who told her I had anything to do with him going missing.
Kanada and I silently jumped in the car, and I pulled away from the mall. My mind was racing as I tried to figure out who could have been talking.
Feeling Kanada’s hand touch my thigh, put a stop to my thoughts and I looked over at her. I was expecting her to maybe pull away from me after what that chick said, but her face told me I had nothing to worry about.
“You were about to beat her ass, wasn’t you?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood and stop myself from going to a dark place.
My mind was telling me to go back to that mall and have someone snatch her ass up, but I was trying to avoid that since New York had lost a few habitants lately because of me. And, if she was telling the truth about being Popeye’s baby mama, I didn’t want to leave their child or children without both parents. For now, I would just get someone to keep her quiet and find out who told her.
Wrath was known on the streets but not many people knew that I was Wrath. I had never seen her before in my life, so she should have never known who the fuck I was to approach me in public. In the day, I was Alvaro Ramsey—multiple business owner and rich ass motherfucker. At night, and in the streets, I was Wrath. Her ass shouldn’t even know that they were the same fucking person!
Someone showed her my picture, but who?
“Hell yeah, I was about to beat her ass. She must have been crazy talking to you like that!”
I chuckled at Kanada’s admission, even though I could tell from her stance and the way she was looking at that purple headed bitch.
“Damn, you really defending your nigga, huh?” I hit her with a cocky smile, and she snorted.
“Actually, I was protecting the dick.” She shrugged, and my mouth dropped. “So, I guess that meant to defend you too.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip as I mumbled shit to myself and when I pulled up to a red light, I grabbed her and started tickling her.
“Ahhhh stop! Stopppp. I can’t breaaattthhhh.” Kanada laughed, snorted, and screamed, trying hard to get away from me.
“You gonna pay for that!”
I continued to tickle her for a few more seconds, and then I kissed her perfect, pink lips.
“Thanks for having my back, or should I say my dick’s back.”
She laughed.
I had to chuckle because the shit was funny.
“You said that you would protect us, but I will protect you too.”
Gripping her chin, I pulled her face toward me and kissed her lips, sliding my tongue inside. The light turned back to green, but I didn’t stop. Even when someone blew their horn behind me, I still kissed on Kanada and only stopped when I was ready to.
