She Got It Bad for A Heartless Gangsta: An AK Christmas

by Shvonne Latrice

  Micah “MG” Gaines

  I was fresh out the shower, feeling good as fuck since I’d been working all damn day in the studio and accumulating what felt like dirt on my body. I was tired as hell, but now that a nigga was cleaned up and shit, I felt much better.

  Tonight, I was attending this all-white event with my wife, because my manager swore that there was an artist performing there that I needed to see. Since I was only in the development department of Bankroll, I didn’t see why the shit mattered, but my manager swore the girl was so good that I’d want to get her signed since I had that kind of pull.

  She sold me this whole sob story about how the girl went through a bunch of shit and needed a break, and me forever having a soft spot for these females, agreed to see what was up. Plus, I knew my wife would enjoy a little upscale party like this. Kattlyn came from the gutter but had expensive ass taste. I found that shit sexy as hell.

  “Baby, baby, no!” I darted out the bathroom towards my daughter, Michaela, who was sitting on top of my all white Versace suit jacket, coloring away.

  “Surprise!” she shouted with a big pretty smile, and I couldn’t even do shit but pick her up and kiss her. “I paint!” She giggled.

  “I see that, baby, but what I tell you about painting on things that aren’t paper, huh?”

  She shrugged her shoulders, knowing damn well we’d just had this talk when I caught her drawing on the walls last week. I ain’t know what to do with her ass because Michael was never like this; he was more chill at her age. Michaela was bad as fuck, but not on purpose like Ricky’s kids; they were some damn mischievous muthafuckas, but only behind their parents’ back. Michaela just didn’t know any better, and at the moment, I hated that shit. But my baby was more important than a $17,000… custom-made… suit… Fuck!

  I placed Michaela back down on the bed to tighten my towel around my waist, and then helped her place her crayons back into this briefcase like thing that she never let leave her side. We could be going to fucking church and Michaela would have to bring this case.

  “I hope you become like Frida Kahlo or something with all this money you’re costing me,” I said as I picked her up. She just smiled, not quite understanding what the fuck I’d said.

  “I need mooooore paint…” Michaela rambled off as I carried her downstairs and to the kitchen where I heard Kattlyn and Michael.

  “Mommy, I did surprise!” Michaela shouted.

  “You did?” Kattlyn grinned with her pretty ass. I got caught up in her walk as she rounded the counter to take our daughter from me. “What was it?”

  “She painted a damn mural on my Versace jacket. The one I’m wearing tonight!” I exclaimed, while trying to remain calm.

  “Ooh!” Michael said before he and Kattlyn burst into laughter as if somewhere in what I’d said lied a joke.

  “Oh my gosh, Michaela, you’re gonna be rich soon. Do you know what that means?” Kattlyn placed her in the high chair and Michaela shook her head. “That means you’ll have a lot of money!”

  “Yay, more paint!”

  “That’s stupid! If I get rich, I’m buying a Bentley and some chains!” Michael shouted, disappointing me with his choices in what he’d buy.

  “It’s not stupid! You stupid!” Michaela pointed to him.

  “No, you—”

  “Aye, aye, don’t act like that to your sister, man.” I glanced toward Michael who sucked his teeth. Nigga was almost seven and a damn fool.

  “My bad. Can I go play the game?”

  “Yeah, but when ya grandma comes, you gotta cut it off when she says to.”

  He rushed off but stopped and said, “Is Uncle Ricky and Lily coming over anytime soon?”

  “Probably, but get off it; Lily is gon’ be too high maintenance for you, bruh.” I laughed, and Michael shook his head. Ricky was making sure Lily grew up having high ass standards so that when it came to these boys out here, she’d be shutting them down. Shit was smart I’d have to say, but I felt bad for the dudes that would try to get at her.

  “I don’t like her! I just asked a question! Ugh!” Michael’s brows dipped before he left.

  “Yeah, sure,” I responded as Kattlyn chuckled.

  “So what are you gonna wear tonight since the Versace is out? Or are you gonna proudly display the Versace and Michaela Gaines collaboration.”

  “Fuck you, Katt.” I sucked my teeth, and she just chortled as she continued to stir some shit up.

  ***

  Later that night… the party…

  Thankfully, I had a couple white suits, so I just threw one of those on. I was still a bit salty though because I wanted to wear the one I’d had made. I wasn’t gon’ trip though.

  My driver pulled up to the large venue downtown, and then hopped out to let Kattlyn and I out of the car. Once my wife was safely to her feet in them high ass heels and that skintight dress, we were on our way in.

  “When will you not be sexy?” I whispered to her as we walked past security.

  “Never, nigga.” She half smiled before slipping her delicate ass hand into mine. It was crazy how soft and gentle them hands felt, despite my baby being violent as a muthafucka.

  “Hey there! You’re late by the way!” My manager Kris rushed up, hugging us both very quickly and lightly. “She is already doing her set, MG!”

  “Aight, well as long as I see some of it. She better be good too,” I said as we followed behind Kris to the main ballroom where everyone else was. “What’s her name again?” I whispered once we got in the room and I saw her.

  “Daisy, and she is just a money maker. I swear, you need to get in on this.” Kris danced.

  “You just want a cut of whatever I make from doing shit for her.”

  “I mean, if I’m involved, yes, but other than that, no. I just care about you and want you to benefit. Maybe you can start your own label like AK.”

  “Nah, I don’t have the patience for some of that business shit. I’m an artsy nigga, and it don’t go beyond that.”

  Kris shrugged.

  “She’s come so far.”

  “How do you even know her?” Kattlyn quizzed, keeping her eyes on Daisy.

  “She’s an umm… okay, fine, she’s my best friend’s daughter, alright?” Kris finally admitted.

  “Kris, we talked about you not trying to put ya people on. You got me in here on some favor shit?” I turned my lip up.

  “Yes, but she’s good! Look! Pay attention and stop running your mouth for a second, please!” Kris begged with a glimmer in her eyes, so I sucked my teeth and turned my attention back to the pretty light-skinned girl with dark purple hair.

  She had real nice stage presence and from what I was hearing, her rhymes were good too. I honestly didn’t know how to present her to Joaquin, but Kris was right about me at least wanting to try. As Ricky would say, I saw some dollar signs when I looked at her.

  About twenty minutes later, her set was over with, so Kris let me know she was going to greet her and then tell her that I was here. While Kattlyn and I waited, we grabbed some of the snacks being served, along with some champagne. As I leaned up against the bar, Kattlyn put her body into mine, swaying a little bit to the music that was playing.

  Turning to face me, she slipped her hands around my torso, prompting me to look down at her.

  “So, I have to go on a quick trip next week.”

  “Next week?” I frowned. “Kattlyn, it’s almost fucking Christmas.”

  “No, I know, and that’s why I said it’s gonna be quick.” She smiled, stuffing the cucumber sandwich into her mouth.

  Kattlyn being a high-end chef called for her to travel almost as much as me. I ain’t like the shit, but how was I gon’ try to stop her from doing her shit when I wasn’t gon’ stop mine? We made sure to spend a lot of time together, so usually I’d deal, but her leaving near Christmas time wasn’t cool at all. And every single time, her trip would go on longer than anticipated, so this ‘quick’ shit didn’t convince me.
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br />   “Fuck you going to do? And didn’t you tell them niggas you needed winter off?”

  “It’s for a Christmas segment on the Keane Davis show. Baby, it will be good exposure because I’m announcing my restaurant opening on his show!” Kattlyn whined.

  “I don’t wanna talk about this shit right now.” I sipped my drink.

  Leaning up some until her soft lips were on my ear, she whispered, “I’ll work on you when we get home.” She brushed her small fingers across my dick, and in milliseconds, homie was rising.

  “Fuck you do that for knowing I got on these thin ass slacks,” I hissed jokingly as she grinned.

  “MG!” Kris shouted as she rushed over with Daisy in tow. I quickly pulled Kattlyn back in front of me so my hard dick wouldn’t run her off. “Daisy, this is—”

  “MG, and the M stands for married,” Kattlyn cut in, reaching her hand out to shake Daisy’s.

  “Yeah, of course. I knew he was married.”

  “Just making sure,” Kattlyn replied.

  Chuckling, I added, “Nice to meet you, Daisy. You did a nice ass job up there. Kris told me all about you, and I think it’d be cool for you to meet the head of Bankroll.”

  “Oh my gosh, seriously?”

  “Yeah, but we just gotta get you together a little bit, figure out how you gon’ present yourself, and we should be good.”

  “I’m so excited!” Daisy beamed, fixing her little ass shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

  “I’m so excited,” Kattlyn mocked her lowly, making me pinch her mean ass as I chuckled.

  We stayed at the party for another forty-five minutes, and by that time, I was ready to go. I said my goodbyes to Daisy and Kris, but not before Kattlyn told Kris not to give Daisy my number and only my email.

  “I don’t like her ass already. You see that outfit she had on, even though this event had an upscale dress code?” Kattlyn spat as I whipped through Los Angeles.

  “Yeah, but she’s a rapper, so that’s her style. I’m sure they knew that shit before they even hired her, so…” I shrugged. “Give her a break though; I think she’s good.”

  “Yeah, well she better be focused on making records and nothing else, because I saw the way her ass was looking at you.”

  Chortling, I replied, “Kattlyn, no matter how she was looking at me, you know what type of nigga I am.”

  “Yep, but she’s the type of bitch to slip you something and suck your dick while you’re knocked out. I swear to God, Micah, if I even feel like that hoe is doing something I don’t like, I’m beating her ass. You better warn your manager.”

  “Baby, ain’t no need for that shit. All I’m gon’ do is work with her for a couple hours to get her presentation right for Joaquin.”

  “And then when he signs her, because he will—he’s a perverted ass money hungry freak—you will be working with her to develop her artistry,” Kattlyn fussed as I pulled into the driveway of our home.

  “Like I said before, no matter what she has in mind or what she tries, I ain’t gon’ fall for it. Now come inside the crib so we can discuss you convincing me about this trip.” I smirked and so did she.

  Kattlyn truly didn’t need to worry about Daisy because not only was I married, in love, and not a damn cheater, but she wasn’t my type at all. She was loud, ghetto, and I could tell she was trying too hard to have this persona that wasn’t her. Fuck I look like leaving what I had, something 99 percent perfect, for that young-minded, broke female?

  Chapter Two: Jason “Frisk” Hensen

  The next night…

  “Y’all have been dope as fuck tonight, Seattle!” I shouted as I paced the large stage in the venue. The crowd went wild for me, so for a moment, I just paused and smiled at what I saw. Some days, I never thought I’d get here, but I had, and the shit was phenomenal. “Before I let y’all go, is it alright if I bring a guest out here?”

  The crowd applauded and screamed, letting me know it was fine, so I looked to the side of the stage and nodded for Virginia to come.

  “What?” she mouthed with a scowl, adjusting our daughter Alessiah on her hip.

  Grinning, I waved for her to come out, and after handing our daughter to my bodyguard, she slowly started out onto the stage. When her beautiful face appeared on the large screen, the audience welcomed her loudly as fuck. The warm welcome made my girl smile, and in turn, I had to do the same.

  Once Virginia got to me, I lifted her chin with my pointer finger and planted a kiss on her lips a few times, making everyone do the fucking most.

  Stepping back some, I said, “I wanted to bring you out here because I wanted to make this moment special for you, V. I’ve never had to do anything romantic, so forgive me if this ain’t quite what you had in mind.” When I finished, Virginia frowned out of confusion, but when she saw me reach into my pocket and begin to descend to one knee, she covered her mouth.

  “This is so embarrassing,” she whispered with a smile. I could barely hear her because of how loud everyone was hooting and hollering.

  “Virginia Carter, I love you, I love Alessiah, and I love the life that we’ve built together. The only thing missing is this right here... So, will you be my wife?” I grinned when I saw her light face turn red. Her freckles seemed to be more apparent at the moment, making her adorable as fuck. I loved when she didn’t wear makeup to try to cover them up.

  “Yes, Jason.” She rolled her eyes playfully as I slid the ring on.

  “Say it again into the mic,” I replied once I was to my feet. I placed the microphone to her lips and she repeated herself for everyone to hear, even though they’d already put two and two together by seeing me put the ring on.

  Virginia and I kissed a few more times, and while she was still out on stage with me, I said my closing statements to the audience. This was the last show I had until after Christmas, and I was excited about this damn break. I just wanted to chill, party a little bit, and spend time with my family. But I also wanted to make this marriage shit happen and quickly.

  “Hey, daddy’s baby.” I took Alessiah from my guard and kissed her face. She was only six months old, but I could already tell how beautiful she was gon’ be; the shit was scary.

  “Jason, you’re sweaty! Please give me my baby.” Virginia frowned, and I obliged after giving my daughter one more peck.

  I wiped myself down in my dressing room, and once I was finished, we went back to the hotel so I could shower. The original plan was to go out to dinner to celebrate, but it was cold as hell in Seattle at the moment, and we didn’t want to keep bringing Alessiah in and out of that shit. Plus, she was knocked out, and I wanted to keep it that way so I could get some celebration pussy.

  “It feels so good to be in a room with some damn heat!” Virginia slid under the covers. We’d just finished eating some room service and a lot of it. Shit, when we found out it was free, we went ham. They’d learn not to tell Black folks something was free.

  “I know, right. But I wanted to talk to you about this wedding shit.” I turned to face her.

  “Already? You just proposed a couple hours ago,” she tittered.

  “Nah, I know, but I wanna get married ASAP and then we can have a wedding whenever you want to just for looks or whatever.”

  “Why the rush?”

  Shrugging, I said, “I don’t really know. I just really don’t want you to be my damn girlfriend anymore.”

  “I don’t wanna be your damn girlfriend anymore either. It’s gotten old; I’m ready to be a wife so I can run your life and shit.” She scooted her body closer into mine and threw her arms around my neck.

  We both burst into laughter.

  “Shit, I feel like you already do that. Making a nigga eat oatmeal for breakfast and making me take vegetables and fruit to the damn studio.”

  “That’s because I’m trying to help you, aight? Consuming Hennessy, weed, and burgers makes your balls stink.”

  “Wait.” I snickered. “What the fuck does a nigga’s balls have
to do with what the fuck I consume?”

  “A lot, especially when you work out.”

  “Wait, you’re saying you as in general, right?”

  “No.”

  I paused for a moment to chuckle out of disbelief and because what she was saying was actually funny, despite it being at my expense.

  “So my balls stink?” I palmed my chest.

  “Not all the time, but when you’ve had a long day, I notice your boxers are a little… off.” She smiled widely. “Why are you staring at me like that!”

  “I’ve never had this complaint.”

  “Because them bitches weren’t washing your damn clothes like I am. And it’s not like they smell while I’m sucking your dick; just sometimes those briefs get loud as hell.”

  “Aight, get the fuck off me.”

  “No, baby, it’s okay.” She cackled loudly as I removed her arms from around my neck. “Just keep eating the fruit and vegetables I give you, and you’ll be all good.”

  “I’m not even horny no fucking more.” I turned onto my back, still floored by her revelation.

  “I can help.”

  Virginia pushed the covers down, and then reached into my boxers for my dick. The feeling of her hands got to me ever so fucking quickly, which made her cocky ass smile. Dropping her head, she began trailing kisses down my abs, and once she got to the head of my dick, she started to suck on it slowly.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, pressing the back of my head into the pillow before massaging her short curly hair with one of my hands.

  Virginia continued to bob up and down on my dick like she was true to this shit, and I couldn’t be more thankful. She was doing the shit so damn good, I felt my toes start to twinkle a bit.

  “Okay, ba— wait… fuck,” I grunted as I busted hard. “You just had to play with a nigga’s balls,” I added, a little bit out of breath, as Virginia climbed off the bed to hit the bathroom so she could brush her teeth.

  When she came back, she had a warm towel and used it to clean me off.

  “You forgive me now?” She smirked, climbing back in the bed after tossing the towel and washing her hands.