Shyt List 2 (The Cartel Publications Presents)

by Reign (T. Styles)

  “When are you due, Pretty eyes?” the cashier says to one of her customers. The pretty dark skin woman had eyes as shiny as marbles and was nine months pregnant.

  “In a month, girl. But let me get out of here and read my books, I’ll check you later. I’ll probably be finished these in a day.”

  Yvonna sighs irritated with both of them bitches. “I wish the fuck she takes them home and read ‘em then!” she says to Bradshaw who doesn’t cosign.

  When the pretty pregnant lady leaves, the cashier rings up Brad’s purchase.

  “You want anything?” he asks as Yvonna as pays for his.

  “No I’m good.”

  He pays for his purchases and they walk to the back of the store to sit in one of the large black leather sofas.

  “So, tell me, what have you been up to?”

  “Nothin’,” she says hating the getting to know process. “Look…haven’t we gone through all this at the clinic?”

  “All what?”

  “You know…the short talk bullshit.”

  Bradshaw’s eyebrows rise.

  “Come again.”

  She sighs and says, “Bradshaw, I’ma be real with you. I’m trying to fuck. Now this book store is cute and all, but unless these people gonna let me jump on your dick back here, I’m trying to leave. So what’s up?”

  He almost spills the coffee over the floor when he hears her comment.”

  “Come again.”

  “I said I’m trying to fuck.”

  “Uh…Yvonna, I wasn’t trying to disrespect you. I was trying to…,” he stops after she rolls her eyes. “Look. I’m use to a thug as nigga and if you gonna be Mr. Romeo, you need one of them meeklookin’ bitches at the register. Because trust me, I’m not gonna be able to bump wit’ you.”

  Bradshaw looks at her with confusion at first. But as if someone changes the channel, his entire personality flips. Without saying a word he suddenly seems as if he’d been possessed with Swag.

  Bradshaw stands up, adjusts his pants and says, “Fuck you sittin’ down for? Get up.”

  His shoulders drop and his black Armani slacks move as comfortably as a new pair of fresh sweatpants as he walks toward the door.

  “I knew the nigga I remembered in the institute was in there some where. You been out here too long if you think I like that soft shit was gonna work for me.”

  “Shawty you aint’ seen shit yet.”

  They didn’t get halfway inside the elevator at the Super 8 hotel off of Indian Head highway in Maryland before he stuffs Yvonna with nine inches of dick. Grabbing her around her waist, he pulls her toward the back of the elevator and her body rests against his chest. To the naked eye they look like a loving couple. When two people get on from the next floor, and stand in front of them, they smile. The couple doesn’t see her skirt hiked up with his dick inside her.

  “Bitch I’m about to rip that pussy up when we get in that mothafucka,” he whispers in her ear. “Nigga, don’t talk shit,” she smiles when they look at them suspiciously. “Show and prove!”

  She wouldn’t dare tell him that he was already ripping her pussy up due to his thickness. When the elevator opens, he pulls his dick out of her wet pussy, adjusts his pants and straightens her skirt.

  “Have fun,” Yvonna tells them.

  He snatches her and the violence he is exhibiting is doing nothing but turning her on even more. Bradshaw was clearly the right man for the job and he reminds her of Bilal.

  Once they get to the room door, he opens it and she walks in first. When the door closes he smacks her so hard, that for a moment, she gets intimidated. She falls on the floor and feels the sting from her rug burnt scratched knees. She rolls over and licks the blood from the corner of her mouth. Lying flat on her back, she wiggles out of the black skirt she’s wearing.

  “That’s how the fuck I like it,” she says. When her skirt is off, she removes her panties and opens her legs wide. Then she spreads her soft pussy lips apart so that he can see her already wet pink center. “You made it slick now come get it.”

  “I got this shit,” he takes his pants off. They dropped to the floor and he removes his boxers. There before her, stood not necessarily the longest but certainly the widest dick she’d ever seen in her life. He strokes his already rock hardness in his hand. “I guess your husband ain’t hittin’ that thing right after all.”

  “What husband, nigga?” she says as she moves around erotically.

  “The husband you supposedly married,” he gets down on the floor and is about to plunge into her. His muscles buckle as he prepares to dive into her.

  “I ain’t married. And even if I was, I wouldn’t give a fuck right now.”

  He laughs at her defiance and eases into her slowly before going deeper.

  “Awwwwww! That’s right, daddy! Now you hittin’ that shit! How you know I like it like that, huh?”

  “So you like cheatin’ on your husband?” he says with one hand on her throat and the other on the floor for support.

  In her mind it was weird that he chose to mention Dave. And for a second, it turned her off. But she got herself aroused again and moved into his sexual dives.

  “Yeah, I’m cheatin’ on his whack ass. And if you don’t fuck me harder than this…you ‘bout to get the fuck up.”

  He hit her again. And again. She was on the verge of cumming and is so aroused by his violence that she isn’t going to be able to control her orgasm. Feeling as if he is about to release, he places his fingers in her mouth and she slowly runs her tongue up and down his fingers.

  “Awww…fuuuuuckkkk!” he yells. “This shit too fuckin’ good!”

  “I’m cummin’ too,” her screams join his.

  In seconds, he releases himself into her and she gladly accepts. Afterwards, he smiles at her rubbing her cheek.

  “You wild as shit,” he tells her looking into her eyes.

  “Apparently not wilder than you,” she says, her face and body a little sore from the violence.

  He picks her up, and places her gently on the bed. Then he places the covers over her partially nude body.

  “You’re different,” she tells him as he scoots under the covers with her.

  “Why’s that?”

  “One minute you’re kickin’ my ass, next minute you’re caring about me.”

  “That’s what you like ain’t it?”

  She giggles and says, “What you think?”

  “Okay…so I gave you what you wanted. Nothing more and nothing less.”

  She was silent before she says, “Am I going to see you again?”

  “Now you wanna see a nigga again, huh? After he kick ya ass.”

  “Yeah. I like a real nigga.”

  “I’m a real whether I hit you or not.”

  “That might be true, but you wouldn’t be real enough for me.” “I wonder how real you really are?”

  “You wanna find out?”

  “Yeah. I got a promise I got to keep. You gonna help me?” “Yes.”

  “You say yes before knowing what it is?”

  “I trust you’re not gonna give me nothin’ I can’t handle. And judgin’ by the look in your eyes, I think I might like it.”

  Yvonna hops out of bed, her ass jiggles a little sending Bradshaw on another sexual frenzy. She picks up her purse from the floor and removes her phone. She was perfectly confident in her nakedness and this was another attraction to him.

  “Ming, meet me at the hotel I texted you earlier,” she says looking at him.

  “He’s with it.”

  “Ming?” he smiles at the idea of having two women at the same time.

  “Ming.” She assures him with her eyes, already knowing he’s in for a treat.

  His eyes sparkle and he licks his lips. She is still smiling when she realizes Penny will be coming home soon. And if she didn’t hurry, it might be too late to prevent her from going downstairs. Although she didn’t peg her as the nosey type, she couldn’t be sure. Penny’s cell rings twice
before she picks up.

  “Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. I’m good. I was wondering when you’re going to be home from work. I was going to wait up for you.”

  “Awww, you so sweet sometimes I think I don’t deserve ya!”

  Yvonna laughs until she sees Bradshaw in the bed, at full thickness again. Her pussy pulsates and she wants to jump on top of him for the ride. Ming being only around the corner, knocks on the door. Bradshaw opens it, naked. The moment she steps inside, she drops the red short raincoat she’s wearing and greets him with a kiss. All without saying not even hello.

  Bradshaw places his hand behind her head and kisses her back. The tattoo on Ming’s back turns Yvonna on as she looks at the interaction between two strangers. Bradshaw picks her up and carry her to the bed. With her shoes still on Ming hops on top of him and rides his dick letting her head drop behind her. At this point, Yvonna doesn’t know what the fuck Penny’s old ass is talking about on the phone.

  “Get ova, here,” Bradshaw says to Yvonna as he pumps into Ming.

  “Are ya there baby?” Penny asks.

  “Oh…uh…yeah.”

  “Oh, I thought I lost you. Did you hear what I said?”

  “Fuck no,” she blurts out.

  “Yvonna?” Penny says her name wondering if she was splitting personalities again. “Are you okay?”

  Now Bradshaw has facilitated a 69 and Yvonna’s pussy is dripping wet. She doesn’t know if she should join them or get her rocks off by watching.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. “

  “Okay. Well I’ll I’m not gonna make it home ‘til 5 this mornin’. They asked old Penny to help out in the maternity unit. And we got some lady’s who ‘bout to pop any minute now.”

  “Aw…that’s messed up,” she says trying to hide her excitement. She’s taking note at how Ming has the entire shaft of his dick in her mouth. Balls and all. “Well, wake me up when you get home.”

  “Naw. I want you to gets your rest. Now I left you the tea you like in that microwave oven you likes so much. I tell you I don’t understand why you young kids be messin’ wit them microwave things. Anyhow, alls you got to do is hit enter and drink ya tea. Okay, sweetie?”

  “I will.”

  “Good cause I,”

  Yvonna hangs up in Penny’s face before she can finish her sentence when she sees Bradshaw’s toes curl. He’s about to cum and she doesn’t want to miss the fun.

  They spent the next six months hooking up to fuck, suck and beat the hell out of each other. They’d even established and understanding and Yvonna never mind Bradshaw fucking Ming on the side from time to time as long as he broke her off. Some how, during these months, Yvonna had grown closer to Penny too.

  Yvonna’s only problem with Penny was that she seemed to flip out when Yvonna didn’t come straight home. And since that was about three times a week, they were often at odds. Still she had to say, with her new man, and new best friend, she was having the time of her life.

  There’s No Pain Like Not Knowing

  It was after midnight and like he had every day for the past six months since his wife was missing, he roams around their home waiting on word of her return. Still, he hears nothing. The lights flicker on and off and he looks up thinking the bulbs need to be changed. He does nothing, because flickering lights are the least of his worries.

  Guilt took him when she initially didn’t come home. He wondered if his abuse caused her to leave. Then he grew angry. How dare she leave him? If their marriage failed, he would be the one to make the call it was over not her. When neither guilt or anger made him feel better, he settled on the overwhelming sense of loss.

  Deciding to check on their children, he walks to their rooms and slowly open their door. The light from the hallway shines against their small sleeping faces without waking them. He smiles, leans up against the doorway and stares. How he wishes he could close his eyes for one moment. Sleep deprivation has claimed him. And although he wanted rest, his mind wouldn’t.

  He quietly closes the door and walks to the living room. Grabbing the Remy bottle off the table, he pours him a drink on the rocks.

  “Where are you, Treyana? Where are you?” the empty glass rests in his hand.

  When she doesn’t answer, he swallows the entire drink and pours another. He does this four times before the effects finally take hold of him.

  He looks at the mail accumulating on the table. Treyana took care of the bills so leaving them was his way of defying the obvious, that Treyana may never come home.

  Under the mound of mail circulars and bills, he sees the edge of a red envelope. He pushes the others aside and examine the envelope fully. There is no return address and his name was written with penmanship so perfect, it looks like it isn’t be real. Curious, he opens it at once and pulls out a purple card with the same handwriting. It read,

  Losing a love brings a pain you can’t deny. But have you ever looked in your sons’ eyes? If you do I’m sure you’ll see. That the life you live is full of deceit. I’m sure you think I don’t speak truth. But a small blood test brings with it proof.

  The letter falls out his hand and floats to the floor. His right leg shakes violently and he bears down on it with unusual force to get it to stop. Like the letter said, he can’t deny that his sons don’t have his eyes. He never told Treyana how he felt and he blamed himself for being skeptical. But the years brought time and still they looked more and more unlike him. Familiar no doubt, but unlike him.

  Slowly he rises and walks back toward his children’s’ room. And as if they knew it was time for their mother’s secret to be revealed, they stir in their beds and look at him in the doorway.

  Tears roll down his eyes as he realizes that the children in the room, the ones he cared for all their lives, were not of his blood and not worthy of baring his last name. Their eyes said it all. Sure they were his wife’s children, but he could not say with uncertainty, that they were his sons. Now he needed answers more than anything, and he was willing to do what he had to, to get them.

  Feels Too Good

  Yvonna wakes up to a peaceful view of the morning sky from Bradshaw’s bedroom window. The sun shines brightly and she smiles at its view. She is at peace. The heat from Bradshaw’s body feels like a warm electric blanket against her bare skin. She has to give it to herself…she always could pull a top-notch nigga, crazy or not.

  When she backs up a little into Bradshaw, he pulls her closer. Her body had gotten fuller and she went from a size six to twelve although it seemed to be all in the right places. Loving how his hands move over her body, she decides to turn around to get a better view of her man, although they hadn’t made it official.

  When she turns around, she sees a leg draped over his waist with a red pump wiggling. Gabriella rises from behind him and rests her head on his shoulder. She smiles. Yvonna doesn’t.

  “You didn’t think you could get rid of me, did you?” It had been weeks since she’d seen her.

  Yvonna hops out of bed and stares at the scene as if she’s pushed into a horror movie. Missing the warmth of Yvonna’s body, he opens his eyes and says, “What’s wrong, shawty?” He looks behind him and back at her. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, what’s wrong, bitch? Tell this nigga yo ass certified so he can leave you like the rest of them. Go ‘head!”

  Yvonna looks at Gabriella instead of Bradshaw. And since she sees her resting on his arm, this is where her attention goes. To him it looks like she’s looking at his shoulder

  “Yvonna! You aight?” he asks sitting up. Gabriella stands up, and Yvonna sees her wearing a red bra and panty set.

  “The man is talking to you and here you are staring into space like a dumb ass.” She places her hands on her hips.

  “It’s happening again?” Bradshaw asks. For the first time since she sees Gabriella in the room, she acknowledges him by looking into his eyes. “You wanna talk about it, baby?”

  A tear runs down her face, �
�I just want this to stop. I don’t want to be like this.”

  “Then make it stop. Take the medicine they give you.”

  “You don’t understand. I’m scared.”

  “Scared of what? Of makin’ this shit stop?”

  “No. Of being alone. I’m scared that I won’t be strong enough without her.” She looks at him with pleading eyes.

  “You are strong enough. She is you.”

  Bradshaw stands up and walks toward her. She has forgotten that with him she didn’t have to lie. They were in the mental institution together. And because she could be herself with him, this made her more vulnerable to heartache. And vulnerability is the one emotion she tries to block by protecting herself through creating the Gabriella personality. Bradshaw pulls Yvonna into his chest and holds her strongly.

  “I got you, Yvonna. You better than this shit. You been through this already and you came through. You are strong.”

  Yvonna tries to listen but all she can think about is that once he releases her Gabriella will be still there and that he’d be wrong. She needed him to be right. She needed to trust someone. Bradshaw was the kind of man she needed. He is strong…kinky…and willing to stick by her despite her disorder.

  “You stupid if you fall in love with this nigga! You know the games men play!”

  Yvonna sobs harder and Bradshaw holds her tighter rocking her in his arms. “You bigger than this shit! You can control it, Yvonna. Stay with me. Tell me you bigger! Tell me!”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes you can! You control this shit not the other way around! Now let me hear you say it, baby! Let me hear you be what I know you can. Will this shit!”

  He maintains the hold he has on her until the words he needs to hear exit her soft lips.

  “I…uh…am stronger…than this.” She says in a lowly voice.

  “I can’t hear you! The woman I met got this shit under control. Now say it again, and when I let you go she gonna be gone. Okay?” she doesn’t’ respond and he grips her arms tighter altering the ease of the blood flowing through her arms. With stern eyes he says, “Do you hear me?”