by Lucinda John
“Nothing, where’s Jade?” I asked, referring to our seven-year-old daughter.
“She with my mama. You know she loves being over there.”
“I’mma have to buy her some more American Dolls to convince her butt to stay home more,” I chuckled.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Jayda said, taking a seat in my lap.
“I’m listening.”
“Well, I went to the doctor today and…”
“And what?” I asked, trying to get to the point.
“I’m pregnant.”
“YOU’RE WHAT?” I asked.
“Calm down, you acting like I just told you I had AIDS or some shit.” she sucked her teeth.
“I thought you was on them pills,” I said, not really feeling like having another baby. I loved Jayda and I did see us having more kids, but not now. I was on some hot boy shit trying to get us some money; a baby would only slow shit down. Plus, she had no idea about Mace, so shit was about to get all the way crazy.
“I remember running out and telling your ass, but you nutted in me anyway.”
“FUCK!” I snapped.
“Listen, I don’t know what the fuck you got going on, but I ain’t killing my baby.” she smacked her lips.
“I gotta go smoke,” I replied, getting up and walking out of the room.
Since I was now on my third child, it was really time to set shit in motion. I had bread, but it wasn’t enough for the lifestyle I was trying to give my family. I was entitled to run the Godfrey empire, and once I got in that position, I was going to make those brothers pay for taking the only father I’ve ever known from me.
Picking up my phone, I decided to work on phase one of my plan.
“Hey,” Macy dryly answered.
“What’s good, baby?” I asked, as I took a walk down the block to prevent Jayda from walking in on my conversation.
“Nothing. My ex-husband got me all the way fucked up,” she said, causing me to smile.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Ramsey
“What the fuck you mean you can’t find any information on the nigga that shot me?” I snapped at Diego.
“I’m working two cases at once,” his dumb ass had the nerve to say.
“That’s what the fuck we pay you for. If you can’t handle this shit, let us know, nigga,” I spat.
“Chill, bro,” Maleek interrupted.
“Chill? A pussy ass nigga tried to end my life and we don’t know who. TK got motherfuckers gunning for us; we ain’t safe until them niggas dead,” I stressed.
“I feel you, but we gotta let the man do his job,” Maleek replied.
“Dumb ass nigga ain’t doing shit but collecting our money. We should withhold payment until his bitch ass pays up.”
“I ain’t going to be too many more bitches,” Diego spoke up.
“You jumping bad nigga?” I asked.
“Chill the fuck out, Ramsey, damn. Now ain’t the time for your hot headed ass to be starting shit.” Maleek held me back.
“Deliver or I’mma fuck around and kill your ass,” I snapped before walking out of the meeting.
The fact that somebody tried to take my life from me had me on edge. I couldn’t sleep peacefully knowing that me and my family were in danger. Yeah, Mayhem upped security, but I still slept with two guns under my pillow and one eye open. I was trying to talk Emma into crashing with me at my mom’s house so I could keep eyes on both of them at the same time.
Since I had some time on my hand before I had to pick up Emma from work, I decided to stop by a bike shop. It’s been a minute since I rode a bike and my ass ain’t like that feeling. Driving cars was cool, but when I needed to clear my mind, I preferred speeding down the street on my Harley.
“How may I help you?” the sales lady asked with a smile on her face.
Here we go with this shit, I thought to myself as I noticed the lustful stares she was giving me. She was the only one working in the store, so I had no choice but to deal with her ass. Since Emma let me come back home, I wasn’t fucking with no bitch. Hell, I avoided their asses at all cost, just to avoid fucking up.
“Do you see something you like?” she asked, walking over to me.
I couldn’t help but notice how bad little mama looked. She was on the plus side, but just like Emma, she wore that shit well. More and more, I found myself attracted to full figured women. They held so much confidence, knew how to feed a nigga, and their sex game was the best. Fucking with a thick bitch was better than hitting the bones of a skinny one. Don’t get me wrong, I believed every woman was beautiful, I just preferred a thicker one.
“This bike right there,” I said, pointing at an all-black with gold trimmings 2016 Low Rider S.
“This baby is bad. I have the black and pink one; it rides real smooth,” she replied, shocking me.
“This by far is the fastest bike Harley made. What your ass know about riding a big boy bike like this?” I quizzed.
“My dad is the owner of this store. Growing up, I didn’t play with dolls, I rode bikes,” she replied.
I really took a look at her and could see her tomboy side. From the low ponytail she wore, down to her Converse sneakers; I could tell she wasn’t a fan of dresses and heels.
“You must be a dyke,” I said.
“Nah, I very much like the dick,” she smirked, licking her lips.
“Let me get the bike,” I replied, walking over to the counter so I could fill out the paperwork.
“Your license and insurance information, please,” she said, as she pulled out a clipboard filled with papers and handed it to me.
As I filled out the forms, I could feel her ass breathing down my neck. Her perfume played in my nose, intoxicating me as she softly hummed.
“Fifty feet, please,” I said to her.
“My bad,” she replied, walking to the other side of the counter.
“When would you like the bike shipped?” she asked.
“Today,” I replied.
“That’ll—”
“I got it,” I said, pulling out my black American Express card.
“Big baller,” she whistled.
Instead of responding to her, I finished up the paperwork, then handed her the clipboard.
“Ramsey. That name fits you.” She tried to make small talk.
Again, I ignored her ass by replying to a text from Emma.
“Are you always this rude?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m just not friendly,” I replied.
“Maybe if we got to know each other you’d see that I’m worth the friendship.”
“Friendship, huh?”
“Yes, friendship.”
“You want to be friends with my girl, Emma, too?” I asked with a smile on my face.
She just looked at me like a deer caught in headlights.
“She a bad one too,” I replied, showing her my screensaver.
“Yeah, she’s pretty,” she whispered.
“She’s always the reason I don’t need no friends,” I replied, reaching for my receipt. I made sure all of my shipping information was correct before walking out of the store.
Dodging pretty girls was out of the norm for me, especially since I was the type to smash girls like I change draws. Fucking with Emma gave me a whole new outlook on relationships. I was now in a place in my life that I would rather wake up to her every day, than a phone filled with different hoes.
Getting in my car, I headed to Emma’s job to pick her up. Even though she had two cars to drive, I made it my business to bring her to work every morning and pick her up. Not having her during our breakup had me never wanting to leave her side. I found myself having to look in my pants, checking for my dick because Emma had me feeling like a bitch over her ass.
When I pulled up to the station, I reached in the back seat for the roses I got her and got out. Leaning against the hood of my car, I waited for her to walk out. I watched a bunch of her co-workers walk into th
e building and a few walk out, but still no sight of her. After ten minutes of waiting, she walked out with a nigga in her face.
She must not have seen me standing there, looking at her dumb ass because she was engaged in a full conversation with this nigga. He reached over and touched the small of her back, pissing me off. Dropping the roses on the hood of my car, I made sure my gun was in place as I made my way over to them.
“The fuck you touching on my girl like that for?” I asked, sizing dude up.
“What the fuck? Ramsey, chill out,” Emma replied.
“Nah, don’t tell me to chill. While you was over here letting that nigga touch on you and shit, I was standing in the hot sun waiting for yo’ ass!” I snapped.
“This is why I should have drove my car.” Emma rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, so you can be out here thotting and shit. That’s why you won’t tell those motherfuckers to change your uniform. You like the attention you get, huh?” I asked.
“Really?” the dude chuckled.
“Stay yo’ bitch ass over there before I lay yo’ ass out,” I spat.
“Emma, I’ll catch you later,” he said, walking away.
“The only thing you gon’ catch is these slugs,” I replied with a unit on my face.
“Ramsey, why must you act so fucking crazy?” Emma asked.
“I told yo’ ass I had no sense!”
“I’m starting to see that shit,” she replied.
“Don’t change the subject. Who the fuck was that nigga and why you letting him touch you like that?”
“He’s one of my old classmates that I used to have lunch with from time to time. He tried to reach in for a hug, but I told him that my crazy ass boyfriend was standing over there watching and that wasn’t the move to make,” she replied.
“Let these niggas know I don’t play that shit. Matter fact, your supervisor in?” I asked.
“Why, Ramsey?”
“I need something done about this tight ass shit you around here wearing.”
“It’s my uniform, Ramsey. They not about to give me a whole new uniform because you don’t agree with it.”
“I’mma fix that, watch.”
“Baby, let’s go. I’m hungry and tired,” she whined.
“You got that, but I’m still calling that motherfucker in the morning.”
“Here,” I replied, handing her the roses.
“Thank you, baby.” she smiled.
“Let’s go, so I can drop you off. I got some shit to handle.”
“Really, Ramsey?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be home later,” I replied, kissing her on the lip she was poking out.
After dropping Emma home, I headed to the hood so I could chop it up with a few of my niggas at the trap. The streets were known for talking, so I wanted to know if anyone heard anything about my shooting. When I pulled up in front of one of my traps, I sucked my teeth at Sabrina’s hoe ass and her thot buddies hanging around out front, passing a joint around.
“Gino, why you got these thots in front of my shit like that?” I asked, causing Sabrina to roll her eyes.
“I wasn’t a thot when you was fucking me,” she replied.
“You gave it up on sight, thot ass.” I waved her off.
“Why you kept fucking with me then?”
“I was bored,” I shrugged. “Gino, don’t be making my shit hot like this,” I snapped.
“Nobody sweating yo’ tired ass.” Sabrina smacked on her gum.
“Really? Says the bitch that tried to pin a baby on me.” At that moment, one of my workers, Benji, came out holding a baby in his hand. He dapped me up, then walked over to her, giving her the baby, along with a couple big faces.
“Say it ain’t so, Benji,” I chuckled.
“Man, ion even wanna talk about it,” he sighed.
“Damn, you fucked up.” I shook my head.
Having a baby with a hood rat like Sabrina was like selling your soul to the devil. Sabrina had that hood rat mentality. She was the type of hoe that would sell her food stamps for bundles. She lived off the government and got rich off these hood niggas. I was smarter than that, though. The bitch had good pussy, but I wasn’t dumb. I never fucked her bare and I never gave her a dime for her services. She had the game all the way fucked up if she thought she was going to play me like she did these young niggas on the block.
“Get my damn baby away from here!” Benji snapped at her.
“Don’t be yelling at me and shit!” she yelled at him.
“Don’t be having my baby around this shit. Standing out here in front of a trap with my baby wearing a fucking dirty diaper. What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said, getting in her face.
These were the type of problems my hot headed ass couldn’t have. I would have been bodied Sabrina had I been Benji. This mutt wasn’t worthy of being a mother. Dumb hoe couldn’t even keep her son’s ass clean.
“Fuck you,” she spat before walking away, with her flies following behind her.
They all piled in her truck and sped off.
“May God be with you, my brother,” I said to Benji. I hated that my nigga was in this position, but he should have known better than to run up in a thot raw.
“I got a lawyer and shit; I’m about to take my lil nigga from her ass,” he replied.
“You better off doing that. With a bitch like her, that lil nigga holds no chance.”
“I hear you, Boss. But what’s up with you, you good?” he asked.
“I’m straight, just trying to see if you heard anything on the motherfuckers that tried to lay me out.”
“Nah, the streets been quiet, but I’m in the heart of the hood, so if I hear something, I’mma let you know,” he replied.
“Fuck! It’s as if these niggas came to do me in and then vanished,” I sighed.
“We gon’ get them pussies, Boss, just chill. I got everything on lock around here. Lay low, we good.”
“Good looking out, fam. And don’t be having your baby mama and her thotties hanging out around my shit.”
“I gotchu.”
“You got that thang for me?” I asked, referring to the money.
“In the back,” he replied.
I made my way to the back of the house where there was a bag of money sitting on the counter. I never left the trap without counting the money first, so I pulled out the money counters and started counting my shit. The reason Mayhem had me in charge of all the traps was because he knew I didn’t play that shit when it came to being short. I didn’t give second chances. You came up short with my money, I slice one of your fingers. After chopping off a few niggas’ fingers and placing them shits on display, these niggas knew better than to fuck with me like that.
It was seven in the morning when I finally walked my ass in the house. I was tired as fuck, but I knew Emma was getting ready to trip on me. At midnight, she started blowing my phone up, but I turned that shit off because it was starting to become a distraction for me. When it came to my money, everything got placed on the back burner. Emma knew my job description when she started fucking with me. She knew all about the early mornings and late nights so I would expect her ass to understand. She wanted to charge BMW’s to my card and shit; therefore, she had no choice but to sit pretty while Daddy was out here in these streets hustling.
Emma
I was in the kitchen, pouring my coffee, when Ramsey walked through the door. I was so hot with his ass that I was tempted to throw the whole pot of coffee at his ass. I understood he was working, but to ignore my call and then turn his phone off was some disrespectful ass shit. He could have shot me a text letting me know he was going to be in late; however, Ramsey’s ass had no type of fucking sense. If it were me that pulled a stunt like that, his crazy ass would be at my job with a quickness, ready to blow it up.
“Hey, baby,” his ass had the nerve to greet me.
“Hey, baby?” I chuckled.
“Emma, don’t start,” he said, leaning his tall frame up ag
ainst the counter.
“Don’t start? Ramsey, you igg my calls, then walk your ass in this house at seven in the morning and expect me to welcome you with open arms. Wait, let me hop on this counter and give you some pussy. Is that what you want me to do?” I asked.
“Hell yeah, but you gon’ have to ride cuz a nigga tired as fuck,” he replied, smacking me on the ass.
