by Lucinda John
“Lala gon’ kill her ass.”
“I know that’s why I gotta get her ass to leave Miami until the baby is born. After I find out if the kid is mine or not, I don’t give a fuck what Lala do to her.”
“I feel you.”
I sighed rubbing my hand over my waves.
“Run me by yo crib so I can check on my youngins.”
“Man, you know when Lisa see yo’ ass she gon’ fuck you up.”
“Okay, she gon’ mess around and get her ass fucked up.”
“Chill bruh.”
“Tell that to yo’ chick,” I snapped getting in the car. I was bound to spazz the fuck out if one more person decided to lay hands on me.
“Ralph baby, did you… what the fuck his ass doing here?!” Lisa said as soon as we walked through the door.
“Lisa chill, the man just coming to see his seeds.”
“If he wasn’t deep sea fish diving in the next bitch’s pussy, then he wouldn’t be having these types of problems right now!” she snapped, never taking her eyes off me.
“I ain’t got time for this shit. What room my kids in?”
“At least go wash that blood off yo ass before you go in there touching them babies!!” she said rolling her eyes.
“You can use the bathroom in the guest room upstairs to your left,” Ralph said taking a seat on their tan leather sectional, propping his legs up on the table.
“Get your fucking feet off my damn table,” Lisa snapped before turning her back and walking into the kitchen.
Laughing at her crazy ass, I took the steps two by two, until I made it to my destination. The room’s to my right, door was slightly open and I could hear Caillou tell Rosey that he wanted his toy car back. Walking in the room, I spotted my twins laid out in their toddler beds asleep. I bent down and gave both of them a kiss. Putting the TV on mute, I walked out of the room and headed towards the guest bedroom. Inside, I stripped down naked and entered the adjoining bathroom.
Everything in the bathroom was nicely decorated in a red and cheetah print decor. Adjusting the nozzle to the shower, I made sure the water was scalding hot before getting in. Grabbing the rag, I lathered it up with the Irish Spring soap and began washing the dried up blood off my body.
“Fuck!” I yelled out in pain as I accidently bumped against my bullet wound that I forgot was there.
Lifting my wounded shoulder above my head, I continued to shower making sure not to wet my injured arm.
“Stacks, you fucked up,” Lisa said as she entered the bathroom.
“The fuck you doing in here?” I snapped.
“Nigga, ain’t nobody tryna see your little ass dick. I just came to bring you a fucking towel and to tell you that you fucked up.”
“Damn Lisa, I know. I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to fix it.”
“Mmm, I thought your ass was gon’ leave that house in a body bag. I started making funeral arrangements for your ass. Shit, I never seen Lala this mad,” she said with a slight chuckle.
“I know, she burnt my shit and shot my ass.” I sighed.
“I know,” she laughed.
“What the fuck is funny?” I asked laughing myself.
“Lala. Man I never thought I’d see the day that my best bitch would turn hood.”
“She sho’ nuff did go hood on me.”
“So what are you going to do to fix this?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Well you better fix it. Lala is a good chick, she deserves her happily ever after.”
“What the fuck y’all in here discussing?” Ralph’s voice boomed through the bathroom.
“Ralph please,” Lisa said. “Stacks, I left you some clothes on the bed.”
“I ain’t wearing hand me downs.”
“Fuck you nigga, they new!” Ralph shouted causing me to laugh.
Once the door clicked closed, I exited the shower, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my waist. Picking up the second towel, I used it to dry off my face, neck, and chest. I picked up my phone, took a seat on the bed and dialed Lala’s number.
“The person that you are trying to reach is unavailable to receive your calls at this time. Please try again later. Goodbye.”
Tossing my phone across the room, I couldn’t believe she blocked my number. I wanted to go over there and demand that she talked to me, but the stinging in my shoulder had me instantly changing my mind. Removing the towel, I ripped the bag open that contained three brand new pairs of boxers, and slipped one on. Tearing open the bag of t-shirts, I pulled one over my head. I was too ripped to fit any of Ralph’s shirts, so I left it on the bed. Popping the tags off the black and grey Versace joggers, I pulled them over my waist and sat down to put the black socks on my feet.
There was a brand new stick of Degree Men deodorant, so I applied some under my arms, applied lotion to my skin, and sprayed the Curve for Men cologne on my skin. Feeling nice and clean, I walked across to the room the kids were sleeping in, but it was empty. Walking down the stairs, I heard Lisa tell Amire to stop coloring on her coffee table.
“Amire, why you giving your goddie a hard time?” I asked surprising him.
Before he could make it over to me, Amiracle rushed past him and jumped in my arms.
“Da-da,” she squealed.
“Hey daddy’s little princess,” I replied placing kissing on her plum cheeks.
Bending down, I picked Amire up and carried them over to the couch.
“Why are you being difficult, Amire?” I asked him.
The only response that I got was giggles from him and Amiracle.
“Come eat,” Lisa called out, poking her head out of the kitchen.
Getting up with my twins in my hands, I walked into the kitchen and placed them in their high chairs. Lisa sat in front of them with a plate of food and began to feed them.
“Sit down and eat, I got them.”
Taking a seat at the table, the aroma of the barbecued pork chops made love to my nostrils. Picking up the fork, I said grace before diving in. I’ve been through so much in the last twenty-four hours that I forgot to eat. I was so hungry that in less than ten minutes, the plate was clean.
“Damn nigga, you licked the damn plate clean,” Ralph said forking some yellow rice then putting it in his mouth.
“Shut up nigga,” I said before taking a swig of my beer.
“You talked to Lala?” I asked Lisa.
She stopped making those silly airplane sounds before responding,
“Yes, she called me,” she shrugged.
“How is she?”
“A mess; her wedding did just get ruined.”
“Damn, what she hollering about?” I asked picking up the plate and feeding my kids.
“Well she wants to kill you, oh, and she says she’s done with you which I doubt.”
“My baby? Is she…”
“Of course she’s keeping it. She was just speaking out of anger. Just give her some time to calm down, she’ll be okay.
“I’m taking the twins with me?”
“Where y’all going?” she asked with a raised brow.
“To the beach house.”
“Okay. Lala gon’ kill me but hell, those you children so take them. Let me get them cleaned up first.”
I waited in the living room as Lisa went upstairs to clean the twins up. When they returned, they both were dressed in a red and black THING 1 and THING 2 t-shirt, black shorts, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors.
“Take care of my babies,” Lisa said giving them both a kiss on their cheeks, then handing me their duffle bag.
“Tell goddie bye bye,” I cooed.
I watch them wave goodbye as we walked towards Ralph’s car. Securely strapping them in, I got in the car and Ralph drove off. The drive to my beach house was a quiet one. Lala and I purchased this house so that we could have a summer house on the beach. The two-story, four-bedroom, four-bathroom luxury
house, sat directly on south beach.
“You gon’ be good?” Ralph asked as he sat the rest of my bags by the door.
“Yeah, I’mma be good.”
“Aight hit me up if you need me.”
“Bet.”
Closing the door behind Ralph, I carried the kids to their room, turned the TV to cartoons and blocked the door with the child proof gate. With the baby monitor in my back pocket, I walked around the house scoping it out. Since we bought this house, this was my first time actually living in it. The house was nicely decorated and everything was neatly put in place. There were even family photos plastered all over the wall.
Picking up a picture of me and Lala, memories began to flood my mind. I was missing her something terrible and it’s only been one day. There was no way I was going to allow this to go on any further. She would eventually have to talk to me since the kids were in my care.
Picking up my ringing phone, I prayed that it was Lala. Rolling my eyes, I swiped the decline button and walked into my mini office. I was trying to get some work done on the new sports bar I was opening up in a few weeks, but my phone just kept ringing off the hook. Sighing, I swiped the green button and answered the phone.
“What?!”
“Is that how you answer the woman that is carrying your child?”
“Carla, please not today. What do you want?”
“I’m craving some of daddy’s dick, I want you to…”
I hung up before her dumb ass could answer. I made one dumb mistake and it landed me in all of this bullshit. If I would have used my head instead of my dick to resolve Lala’s beef with Carla, then I wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place. The fucked up part about all of this is that there was a chance that I may be stuck with this dumb bitch for eighteen damn years. Fuck!
Picking up my cell phone, I attempted to call Lala again, but my number was still blocked. Dialing her number on the office phone, it rang three times before her she answered.
“Why you blocked me?” I asked not knowing what to say.
“Yo ass ain’t bleed to death yet?” she asked.
“Why you playing?”
“I’m not playing!” she spat. “Leave me the fuck alone!!!”
“Lala baby, please stop acting like that.”
“Acting like what, Stacks? Like you and your bitch ain’t fuck up my wedding?”
“How many times am I supposed to apologize?”
“Sorry ain’t enough!”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“Leave me the fuck alone! BYE!!!” she said hitting me with the dial tone.
I called her again but I got no answer. I kept calling until she got fed up and blocked my number. Shaking my head, I got up to get the kids ready for bed.
After giving the twins a bubble bath, I dressed them in their PJs then fed them a hot bowl of oatmeal. Laying them in the king-size bed in the master bedroom, I climbed in between them and covered us up with the green and grey comforter that dressed the bed. Snuggling close to my kids, I began to softly sing to them until they fell asleep. Saying a prayer of protection over them, I watched them as they slept, until my eyes became too heavy to stay open.
Chapter 3
Ralph
“That better not be a bitch blowing you up,” Lisa snapped as my phone rang for the fifth time.
“Nah bae, just business,” I replied as I declined the caller’s request to speak with me.
“Get fucked up if you want to. I’m not Lala. When I shoot, I’m shooting to kill.”
“Shut up!” I said diving on the bed and landing myself on top of her.
“Stop, you play too much,” she laughed. “But your boy ain’t right.”
“Man, I’m over here trying to get some pussy and you want to talk about shit that doesn’t concern you. I’m not about to pillow talk with you about that man,” I said as I positioned myself between her legs.
“Well, you ain’t gonna be getting shit. Aunt Flow came to visit this morning.”
“Well tell that bitch to clear it out,” I joked.
Pulling her shirt above her head, I unhooked her bra and freed her breast.
“What I told you about wearing this shit in my bed?” I said, tossing her bra to the side.
“My period always makes my breasts sore,” she complained.
“Want me to make them feel better?” I said running my tongue across her neck.
A slight moan escaped her lips as I began to suck on her neck. Biting down on her shoulder blade, I placed one of her breasts in my mouth and began to gently suck on it.
“Mm bae, stoooooop,” she moaned.
Biting down on her nipples, she began to squirm. I knew she was close to cumming by the she was grinding into me. If a nigga knew how to suck the titty right, he was liable to have any bitch cumming just by doing that alone. I pinched down hard on her nipple, twirling it between my index finger and thumb, while her other nipple was in my mouth as I continued to suck it until her legs began to shake. A smile spread across my face as I licked my way up to her lips, thrusting my tongue in her mouth.
Breaking our kiss, I pulled my dick out through the slit in my boxers. I laid back on the bed, crossing my hands behind my head, nodding towards my dick. Climbing over me, Lisa held my dick in her hands and licked the pre-cum that was oozing from the tip. Sucking on the head, she gently fist pumped my dick causing me to let out a groan.
Filling her mouth with spit, she allowed it to trickle down my dick before devouring it. She stuffed my whole dick in her mouth, using her throat muscles to suffocate my little soldier. My toes curled up and my eyes rolled back as she began to give a nigga some mean toupee.
“Oh fuck bae, eat this dick!” I called out as she began to gently chew on my dick “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Lisa was sucking a nigga’s dick like a pro; had me screaming out like a little bitch.
I was three seconds from blessing her mouth with my seeds when she pulled my dick out her mouth and got up. My eyes popped open as I watched her walk into the bathroom laughing. A few minutes later, I heard the shower running and she started humming as if she hadn’t just left my little man hanging.
“What the fuck yo,” I said opening the crystal glass shower door.
“What?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“I should smack that smile off of your face. How you gon’ leave me hanging like that?”
“I told your ass I was on my period but you wanted to play, so you got played,” she laughed.
“Turn over,” I demanded.
“I’m not finna fuck you while…”
“Shut the fuck up and turn over,” I snapped cutting her off.
She seductively turned over, making her ass jiggle. The soap suds that were on her back rolled down to her ass causing my dick to twitch. Smacking her hard on the ass, I bent her over and stuck two fingers in her ass. She jumped, then relaxed as I began to finger the only whole I was able to fuck. Reaching up I found her nipples and began to rub on them causing her to moan.
I grabbed the wash cloth that was still in her and and used it to play with her clit. She began panting as I shoved my dick in her ass, holding it there giving her time to adjust to my thickness. Still using the washcloth to tease her clit, I began thrusting in and out of her.
“Oh damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!” she moaned holding on to the shower wall.
Lifting her legs and placing it in the crock of my arm, I began to drill in her, still playing with her clit. Her legs began to shake, and then they went weak. Holding her up, I continued to thrust in and out of her until I unloaded in her. Putting her down, I walked over to the sink to wipe my dick off.
“Why don’t you jump come get in the shower with me?”
“Hell nah, I ain’t tryna get in that water with you Bloody Mary.”
“You were just playing in this pussy!”
“Nah, that towel was playing in that pussy. Hit me up i
n three days when you done bleeding,” I laughed before leaving the bathroom.
I was at the table grinding my weed in the grinder when my phone started ringing again. Walking outside, I took a seat on the patio before answering the phone.
“Kandi, why the fuck you keep blowing me up?”
“I am carrying your child Ralph!”
“Man, gon’ with that Kandi. What do you want?”
“Why you ain’t been up here to come see me?”
“Cause I have a bitch. It ain’t easy for me to just up and leave and come see you; I have to respect wifey.”
“Ump! Well I’m thinking about moving down after this semester.”
“What about school?”
“There are schools in Miami.”
“When did you make this decision?” I asked sealing my blunt closed.
“When I finally realized that I am dangerously in love with you.”
“Man Kandi, don’t start.”
“Start what? It’s the truth. I want to be with you Ralph.”
“I’m engaged.”
“That ain’t never stopped you from eating this pussy from the back,” she spat.
“Man, I done fucked up. I don’t know what I’mma do with y’all,” I said taking a long pull of my blunt.
“You should have kept your dick in check.”
“Man, I ain’t got time for this shit,” I said hanging the phone up.
The phone started to ring again.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” I snapped as soon as I answered. At this point I was beyond annoyed with Kandi’s ass.
“Damn nigga, I’mma need for Lisa to give your grumpy ass some pussy,” Stacks laughed.
“My bad bruh. Kandi’s ass keeps fucking with me.”
“Baby mama drama,” he laughed.
“Nigga, I know you ain’t talking. Your bitch burned all your shit, then tried to kill yo ass,” I countered, falling out the chair laughing.
“Fuck you bruh. But on some real shit, slide up on me when you done so we can handle some shit.”
“Aight, I’ll be on your side in a little bit.”
“Bet,” Stacks replied hanging up.
Finishing up the blunt, I placed the roach in the ashtray then entered the house.
“Bloody Mary, where you going?”
