by J Peach
Hearing her say that made my dick jump, I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, I pulled it off. My hands made quick work with my jeans as I pulled my dick out. I stood up and turned her around then pushed her down on the couch. Spreading her legs, I quickly got between them. I untied her shorts then pulled them off along with her panties. I took hold of my dick and lined it up to her pussy.
Syn’s hands went to my pelvis and she pushed me back.
It was then that I realized she had gotten quiet. I stared at her, watching her take steady deep breaths. “You straight?”
Her head shook and she pushed me back, then she jumped up from the couch and ran down the hallway. It wasn’t long after that I heard her getting sick. I went to the bathroom where she sat hovering over the toilet.
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked her. Once she finished, I helped her up off the floor. I took her to the sink and turned the water on.
She began rinsing her mouth before brushing her teeth. Once she was done, she turned toward me. “My stomach feels sick, like I’m about to get a virus.” She rubbed her stomach, sighing. “I’m good.”
“You sho’? You look like you ‘bout to pass the fuck out.” I stared down at her. I ain’t really know what to do about her getting sick, I had never been in that situation with a female. “Yo ass probably need to lay down.”
Syn waved me off. “I’m cool. I need to be leaving now—” Her words were cut short as she ran back to the toilet.
I pulled her hair from her face as my hand stroked up and down her back. “N’all, yo ass ain’t cool. Come on.” After I helped Syn get cleaned up, I took her to the room, putting her in the bed. “You might as well call and tell them you ain’t coming in.”
“N’all, I’m good. I just need a minute to get myself together. I’ll be straight—” She jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom again.
“Yo ass ain’t leaving this house,” I told her as I went into the living room to get her phone. I picked it up off of the floor and called her job, letting them know she was sick and wouldn’t be in. When I finished doing that, I went back into the bathroom and saw that she was cleaning herself up. “Come on,” I took her in the bedroom, making her lie down.
“You should probably go because if I have a virus I don’t wanna give it to you,” she said, pulling the cover over her shoulders.
“I ain’t worried about that. Shid, who else gon’ help you out? Besides, if you got something, I’m already exposed to the shit.” I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and laid next to her. Then I pulled her into my chest.
Syn stared at me as she bit into her bottom lip trying to hide her smile. “You’re different. That makes me nervous.”
My hands cupped the side of her face and I kissed her. “Shid, you’ve made me nervous for years. Ain’t shit wrong with that.” I pulled her into my chest.
She didn’t say anything as she buried her head into my neck.
That mothafucka most definitely had my ass gone. I was gon’ enjoy showing her how serious I was about being with her.
***
I waited until two hours after Syn fell asleep and called Blaze to see what was up. He gave me King’s address and told me to meet him at his crib. I took Syn’s house keys and the ones to my Bentley and then I left her place.
Once I got to King’s crib, him, Blaze, and another nigga sat on the front porch talking. I made my way up to them.
“What up, Parker?” King slapped up with me. “Fuck you doing on my side of town?”
“Little Black got that nigga wide opened,” Blaze told him. “What up?” He shook up with me.
My brows rose at that. “Little Black? Who that is?” I asked him.
Blaze laughed and pointed to my car before he tapped King’s arm. “Baby girl rolled up here in that thing last week.”
“Hell yeah, Angel ass,” King said. “My nigga, they ass locked themselves in the room and had a whole fuckin’ conversation about yo ass. So you fuckin’ with Angel?” King asked.
Licking my lips, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fuckin’ with shorty. Syn ass cool as fuck. That mothafucka giving my ass the run around, tho’. That’s why I called yo ass. What’s shorty like? From my understanding y’all been cool for years.” I sat on his porch and pulled out a square before I looked at the other dude. “Who you?” I asked him.
“Oh, this my nigga, Bellow. Bell, Parker,” Blaze introduced us.
“What’s good?” My head nodded towards him.
“Ain’t shit,” Bell responded.
“That’s what’s up,” I replied before I focused back on King, but Blaze started talking.
“That mothafucka crazy,” he told me. “And I ain’t talking about a little crazy either.”
I started laughing. Shid, I knew her ass wasn’t wrapped tight when she tried to steal Jason’s car and the mothafucka wasn’t even started. “Believe me, I know shorty ain’t wrapped tight.”
“N’all, fuck not wrapped tight, that bitch got screws missing—”
“Yo, B, kill that bitch word my nigga. Say what you want about her, but you ain’t gon’ disrespect shorty. That’s what you not gon’ do my nigga, not while I’m right here,” I cut his ass short real quick. I ain’t mind him saying the shit he said, but calling Syn out her name wasn’t something anybody was gon’ do loosely.
“Word?” Blaze asked me with his head tilted to the side.
“Straight up. Would you like me to call that little yellow piece you flaunt around a bitch? I mean that bitch did shoot at me.” A smile covered my face once I saw his shoulders raised. “Did I hit a nerve with calling shorty a bitch?” I leaned back in my chair, getting comfortable.
“Parker, don’t make me fuck you up. Watch what the fuck you say,” Blaze snapped at me.
I flicked my cigarette by his foot. Not once did my smile waiver. “I ain’t fuck’d up about you, know that. But just how you feeling right now about me callin’ yo shorty a bitch, I feel the same way. Don’t disrespect mine.”
“Little nigga got a point,” King told him as he pushed Blaze back.
“You ain’t gotda do that, King. B, good, all I did was prove a point. One that he now understands,” I explained to him.
“I like this nigga. He gon’ fit in good,” Bellow laughed out. “This nigga got my man hot in the face,” he clowned. “Talking about that damn Peaches will get a mothafucka killed.”
“Shut the fuck up, Bell, ain’t nobody asked you shit,” Blaze fussed at him.
“Nigga, fuck you,” Bellow told him before he looked at me. “Blaze should be the last one to call any nigga’s chick crazy when Peaches ass done shot at me and all their asses tried to cut off my brother’s dick.”
My hand grabbed my shit and they all laughed. Hell n’all, these bitches cutting niggas dick’s off? “Why the fuck they do that? Hell n’all, they ass would be floating in somebody’s river. Fuck that.” I quickly saw that I wasn’t gon’ be able to play with those mothafuckas.
“Because he called them bitches,” Bell told me.
“Boss, they jumped his ass and tied that nigga the fuck up. Nigga, I’m talking about arms, legs, hands and taped that mothafuckas mouth shut.” Blaze laughed hard.
I was having a hard time finding that shit funny. Those damn females looked like sweet midgets, not no crazy ass dick cutting mothafuckas. Then again, those mothafuckas did up strap on my ass with the quickness. “And Syn helped them do this shit?” I asked them. Shid, if she did, every knife she had at her crib was getting thrown away.
Fuck that shit!
“N’all, her ass wasn’t there. But oh, if she was, she would’ve helped them,” King’s head shook. “Aye, why the fuck you call her that? Syn?” He asked me. “Her name don’t sound shit close to that.”
My hand rubbed over my mouth and I laughed. “It fit her in every way. That mothafucka is Syn, literally.”
“Damn, Black got this nigga pussy whipped. Nigga looking like a straight clown, s
miling hard as fuck,” Blaze laughed as he pulled out a square, lighting it. I did the same. “King, I told you she had that lethal shit when he had her whippin’ that bitch,” Blaze pointed to my car.
“B, I know yo ass ain’t talkin’ when yo ass be looking just like this smiley face mothafucka about Peaches ass,” King told him before looking back at me. “Fuck what B talkin’ bout, Angel like a sister to me. So keep that Syn shit to yoself. She cool people, tho’, crazy as fuck and straightforward like a mothafucka. But she’s a sweet person when you get to know her,” King let me know.
“And if she let you in, appreciate that shit and don’t fuck her over. I mean, I’ve been knowing her for years and this the first time I done really heard her ask about a nigga, let alone whip his shit.” King stared me down, his face formed into a glare. “You ain’t on no bullshit with her are you? Like I said, that’s basically my little sister and I ain’t gon’ let her get fuck’d over. Real shit.”
“N’all, I ain’t on no bullshit with her. I’m diggin’ the fuck outda her. That’s why I called yo ass to see what she’s like. I mean, y’all family, right? Who else I’mma ask. Shid, I ain’t talking to her friends, not after they pulled their guns on my ass. It’s best we keep our distance because it won’t be no repeat of that shit.” I shook my head.
I would’ve had to pop one of them little mothafuckas for being on some bullshit. But at the same time, if push came to shove then I’d have to talk to them just to see what the fuck Syn liked. I wanted to get to know Angel and what better way to find out about her then to holla at the folks she fucked with on a daily.
“Shid, she cool. But anything personal, though, you gon’ have to talk to her girls. I’m sho they know everything about her. I’ll text you Missy number, her big mouth ass will tell you what you wanna know,” King said, pulling out his phone. “Oh, when you go back to her crib, let her know I found an apartment for her.”
That got my attention. I didn’t know she had planned on moving. “She moving?”
Blaze looked at King and nodded toward me. “She ain’t tell you?” King asked.
“N’all, she didn’t, but shid, this the first time she done invited me to her crib period.” I dumped the ashes from the cigarette and leaned back in the chair.
“You really tryna fuck with Black on some serious shit?” Blaze asked, his playful demeanor now gone, he looked serious.
“What kinda question is that, B? I done let shorty keep my car, I’m tryna pay her college tuition. I’m out here without shit just to kick it with that babe, man. This ain’t about no pussy, my nigga,” I kept it real with them. “I can go out and damn near jump on any bitch, yah hear me. But I’m tryna be on some soft ass forever type shit with this damn girl, man. But that mothafucka like a brick wall, yo. I keep tryna tell her I ain’t like these clown ass niggas. Like this mothafucka,” I pointed to King.
“Nigga, fuck you. I ain’t no clown—” He tried to defend himself.
“N’all, you ain’t a clown, just a hoe. That babe tried to call me a hoe when I said I was gon’ see what y’all ass was up on. That mothafucka said, nuh uh, King a hoe and hang around hoes.” I started laughing along with Bellow and Blaze.
“Peaches hit me with that same shit when I tried to fuck with her. I damn near had to force her short ass to make conversation with my ass at first. Yo, that shit was frustrating as fuck, I was ready to choke her mothafuckin’ ass.” He shook his head. “But Peaches fight back. She the type of mothafucka you gotda punch then hurry up and grab so she don’t hit you back. My lady hit like a fuckin’ nigga.” He laughed, looking down the driveway to an all black Charger that pulled up. “I say take her ass. Snatch her ass up—”
“Nigga, I did that shit. Snatched her ass up in the middle of traffic, pulled her ass out her car and tossed her in my truck. That’s how she ended up pushing that,” I pointed to my car.
“In the middle of traffic? My nigga, that’s a new one,” King started laughing. “I’mma do that shit to Ebony mean ass one day. What the fuck you do with her car?”
“Shid, I had my nigga jump in that mothafucka and pull off. She was pissed too. I took her ass back to my crib and we just kicked it.” I shrugged, watching as some dude got out of his car. He stared at mine for a minute and then made his way up the driveway.
“You kidnapping mothafuckas and shit. But knowing these crazy ass chicks, she ‘bout liked that shit,” Blaze said as he came and sat in the chair next to me. “If you want my advice, I say go for that shit. Even though her black ass tried to run me over in that bug she call a car, she’s cool. Fuck with her and see where it goes. If you do tho’, like King said, don’t fuck her over. I don’t know too much about her, but she’s cool and I wanna look out for her, you know. So take care of her,” he spoke so that only I heard him. Blaze held his hand out for me and I grabbed it and shook up with him. “I mean that shit.”
“Most definitely, I wouldn’t do her any other way,” I told him before I nodded towards ol’ dude who was talking to King. “Who that?”
“That’s King’s nigga,” Blaze said, not seeming to care for ol’ dude at all.
“Word?” If it was something off about this nigga then he needed to get the fuck from around me.
Blaze hand hit my chest, bringing my attention back to him. “Chill nigga, don’t go reaching for shit. He ain’t no shooting type of mothafucka. He just got a little bitch in him. I don’t fuck with them type of mothafuckas,” Blaze explained. “Bell, light up that blunt.” He pointed to a blunt in the ashtray. He then tossed him a sack. “Roll that one, too.”
“I’ight.” Bellow lit the blunt and hit it a few times before he passed it to me.
“Where Angel at?” Ol’ dude suddenly asked King.
That got my attention and I sat up in my chair staring at him. Who the fuck is this nigga? Why the fuck he asking about her?
“Leon, leave Angel alone. Nigga, she made that shit perfectly clear it was done. Let that shit go, worry about yo bitch,” King told him.
Leon?
I laughed to myself as I sized him up. He looked to be about six-one maybe, cocky, a little bit smaller than me. But that wasn’t shit. The nigga just looked soft, a big teddy bear ass nigga.
“Man, King, I ain’t tryna hear that shit. Where she at? In the house?” Leon asked him, walking toward the porch.
“N’all, Angel ain’t here. She was at the crib sleep when I left her,” I told him.
Leon looked at me. “You the little mothafucka on the phone talkin’ shit?”
Chapter 24
Parker
I grabbed the blunt from Blaze and hit it hard. “N’all, I wasn’t talkin’ shit. I was tellin’ yo ass the real, but yo ass seem as tho you can’t comprehend. Nigga, she ended that shit with yo crybaby ass, let it go. You a bitch, she see that shit and don’t need no bitch ass, whiny nigga steady tryna hold on to her. She got a real nigga now. So gon’ ‘bout yours,” I waved his ass off.
“My nigga said you a bitch. Damn, Parker, you ain’t even have to hurt his feelings like that tho’,” Blaze laughed as he puffed on the blunt.
“Nigga, I’ll fuck you up. Yo ass don’t know me and you tryna pop slick. Yo ass ain’t been around her long and she damn sho ain’t gon’ pick you over me. My nigga, we been at this shit for eight years strong, you think she gon’ let that drop for a nothing ass nigga?” He asked, walkin’ up on the porch closer to me.
I didn’t move. I stayed cool as I leaned down in my seat more, just to show him I wasn’t fucked up, impressed, or scared that he had walked up to me.
“Leon, cool that shit. Yo ass getting rowdy for nothing, my nigga—”
I wave my hand at King as I grabbed the blunt once again. “He cool, King. The little bitch ain’t doing shit but expressing himself. Nigga don’t you got a bitch? Why the fuck you stalking mine?” I looked at Leon, waiting on a response.
“Oh, he got a bitch?” Blaze looked from me to Leon before his eyebrow rose. “If Black ain’t yo
girl, why the fuck you have her hemmed up in the room knocking her ass around then?”
My head turned toward Blaze when he said that.
His head reared back as he tried to pretend like he was shocked, but I saw right through it. “Oh, P, you ain’t know? Shid, my fault,” Blaze rubbed his hand over his mouth, then he took the blunt from Bellow. He pulled in a lung full of smoke then pointed to Leon. “I thought Black told you this nigga knocked her around, busted shorty lip, tossed her into the dresser. He called her a pill poppin’ hoe because she ended that shit with that mothafucka. Damn, I thought Black told yo ass that shit.”
N’all, Syn ain’t tell me that bullshit.
Before I could think about what I wanted to do, I dropped the blunt and my foot came up. I booted Leon hard as hell, knocking him down the three little porch steps. “You hit her?” My foot went back and came forward, kicking him in the mouth before I stomped on his face. All I saw was red. I was soon grabbed from behind by King, but I flipped King over my back, slamming him to the ground. “My nigga, don’t fuckin’ touch me,” I snapped at King before I picked Leon up and threw him against the house. My fist went back then came forward, punching him in the mouth and immediately busting his lip.
“Nigga, if you ever fuckin’ touch her again, I’ll kill yo ass and everybody you care about. Yah hear me? Bitch, try me if you think I’m playin’— Yo, let me the fuck go,” I snapped at King and Bellow. I was trying hard to throw them both off of me so I could get back to whooping Leon’s ass.
“Man, let them niggas go. Let they ass fight that shit out and get over it,” Blaze yelled from the porch.
“B, shut the fuck up and come grab Leon!” King snapped at him.
“No the fuck I ain’t. Why? So I can get my ass whooped too? Parker scaring me. Fuck n’all, this ain’t my business,” Blaze told him.
I watched as Leon stood up. He spat blood from his mouth before he rushed our asses. He knocked the three of us down, got on top of me and laid three hard punches to my jaw.
