by Erica Hilton
Mia turned and said to Kelvin, “I wanna feel your balls slamming into my pussy!” Then she added, “Fuck me harder, you black muthafucka!”
Mia wasn’t a screamer and a moaner, but she was definitely a shit-talker. It was so funny to me, I almost burst out laughing.
Kelvin wasn’t saying nothing. He was just handling his business, fucking her.
“Pull my hair and fuck me deeper! You like this wet pussy?” Before Kelvin could even answer, she commanded him, “Smack my ass!”
I was almost in stitches. It was so hard for me to not laugh. I was seriously thinking about slipping out of the room completely just so I could go somewhere and laugh my ass off.
“I wanna feel every inch of that dick!” she barked, and began to moan loudly. “Deeper, baby! Deeper!”
I could tell Mia was about to come. When she came, her whole body stiffened, and she sounded like she was having an asthma attack, gasping for air. Her coming was literally the only thing that silenced her.
After Mia came, and Kelvin pulled his dick out, she sat down in the chair to catch her breath. She was having these little mini-tremors.
I was hoping Kelvin would take the condom off and make her suck his dick, but then I figured that he didn’t because Mia would have been facing me.
“You can’t quit on me now,” Kelvin said.
Mia shook her head. She stood up and turned around, and Kelvin fucked her from the back standing up. He fucked her for about another two minutes, and then he pulled his dick out and pulled off the condom and shot his come all over Mia’s back and ass.
Finally after all that talking Mia seemed like she was returning to normal.
Kelvin grabbed Mia by the hand and led her into the bathroom, giving me my moment to escape. I quickly and silently slid out of the room and trotted down the hallway and into a stairwell, where I let out the biggest, loudest, and longest laugh I ever had in my life.
At that point I knew none of it would have even come about if it hadn’t been for Mia running her mouth on Twitter and telling the world where she was going to be staying.
When I saw her tweet, Kelvin was the first person I thought of to help me pull off my plan. I had known Kelvin from way back in the days. Me and him had never actually fucked because we knew each other for so long that we had developed a brother/sister kind of relationship. But I knew he would do anything for me, and on the flip side, I would do anything for him that he needed me to do.
Kelvin wasn’t a part owner of Mansion, but he was so cool with the owners of the club, he had carte blanche to whatever he wanted at that club, when he wanted it. What he really did for a living was hustle coke and pills inside the club, so he had a ton of money and the right swagger that I knew Mia would fall for.
My whole plan was to fly down to Miami, which was what I did, and Kelvin agreed to pay for my room at the hotel, which was the same room he fucked Mia in. I knew Mia would be weak and vulnerable and would fall for Kelvin if he came at her the right way.
At that point I wasn’t worried at all about what moves Mia would make, in terms of exposing my prostitution secret. I had what I needed to totally destroy her world, and that was exactly what I was going to do. The only thing I had to figure out was whether to strike first or to wait for her to make her move first and then go after her. Either way, I knew that as soon as Nico saw that tape, her ass would be official black history. Mia had no idea how I got down, but she was going to soon find the fuck out.
CHAPTER 20
Nico
It was Saturday, almost a week after I had come back from Atlantic City with Jasmine, and Mia still wasn’t home. I had to find out from Sharmel’s man where Mia and her partner in crime had run off to. To be honest, I cared about the disrespect that Mia was showing me, but I had more important shit to deal with.
It was a few days since Jasmine had carried out the hit on Shabazz for me, and that morning my cell phone was ringing off crazy. Shabazz’s murder had hit the morning news after he was found dead in his truck in the IHOP parking lot. When everybody called me, I played it off like I was shocked, like I had no idea who could have been behind it.
But by two o’clock that afternoon, Bebo called a meeting at the underground. I was shocked that even BJ had arrived before I did. It was clear that my name had been ringing out as a possible suspect in Shabazz’s murder.
“What’s good?” I said to everybody. I started to give everybody a pound.
Bebo didn’t give me a pound, but he did give me a fist bump.
“That shit is fucked up what the news is showing about Shabazz,” I said. I could feel that there was some kind of tension in the room, but I didn’t exactly know why.
“Nico, you know I’m always straight up with you, and I always keep it one hundred,” Bebo said with a slight screw face as he sat on the end of an old black leather couch.
“Bebo, what the fuck is up?” I asked.
Bebo stood up and walked to the other side of the room. He took out a Fanta leaf and started to roll some weed as he spoke, and wouldn’t look at me directly.
“When you run around and make moves without niggas knowing what the fuck you doin’, that’s how shit gets fucked up,” Bebo said.
“The fuck you talkin’ ’bout?” I asked with obvious bass in my voice.
“I’m talking about you and BJ running around, making us look weak and desperate for product and shit, when we all agreed that we were gonna start eatin’ off the same package with some other crews. How you fuckin’ with them Haitians? Who sanctioned that, huh? Because I sure didn’t.”
“So then where the fuck is the product? My niggas was out here starving, and they lookin’ to me to supply them with shit. Our connect dried up, so I’m doing what I gotta do so we can all keep eating,” I responded.
“Nigga, we got the product. I know what the fuck I’m doing! We got the shit off the boat yesterday. You runnin’ around chasing that weak shit, and I’m telling you, we got the best shit right now, and that’s what the fuck this game has always been about. You want a hundred percent of a little bit of that weak-ass product ’cause yo’ ass on that non-loyal shit!” Bebo said.
I shook my head. I held my tongue because I was about to spazz out on Bebo.
“You shakin’ your head, but I got Homicide asking me why was your prints on the shell casings from the bullets that killed my nephew,” Bebo said to me.
“What the fuck you talkin’ ’bout? Yo, that’s some bullshit, and them muthafuckas is lying! You and I both know if they really had my prints that my ass would be locked the fuck up, right now sitting on Rikers Island. So if you even thinking I had something to do with that shit, you straight bugging the fuck out.”
The whole room was quiet.
Bebo looked at me like he was trying to burn a hole into my soul to see what I was thinking. He had finished rolling his blunt and started to take some pulls from it. He blew weed smoke out of his lungs. “You was fuckin’ Shabazz’s girl or what?”
“You a fuckin’ federal agent or something, my nigga? You interrogating me?”
“Nah, I ain’t no fed, but I’m just saying.”
“You saying what?” I looked right at him and waited for his response.
Bebo was quiet, so I kept talking.
“If we got some bricks, then let’s talk about chopping that shit up, and if not, then what the hell we really here for?” I said. “Shabazz was in the street just like all of us, so he knew what came with that. He got caught out there, and we’ll deal with that. He was family. I’ll make sure that his family is good. I already been on that from this morning,” I said.
Bebo walked over to me and gave me a pound and a ghetto embrace. “We good. I just wanted to speak to you straight up. You know how I do,” Bebo said.
“And you know I respect that. Now let’s talk abo
ut who is knocking off our crew one-by-one,” I said.
At that point in the meeting, everybody else in the room all got involved in the conversation, and I played everything cool but inside I was heated. What the fuck was taking BJ so long to dead that snitch muthafucka? Now that Shabazz got hit I was sure the alphabet boys were putting pressure on Bebo to set up the drug transaction with all the major players.
When I left that meeting I asked BJ what the hold up was.
“I’m on it, Nico, that’s my word,” BJ said reassuringly. “But I gotta do this shit right. You said make him disappear. Each time that nigga leaves his house he’s either with Earl, or Corey, or both them niggas. I gotta catch him slippin’, alone. If I fuck this up my life is at stake in more than one way. You feel me?”
I nodded. I knew BJ was right. We had to be smart about putting Bebo six feet under, or all of us would be spending the rest of our lives in a 6 x 6 jail cell.
CHAPTER 21
Mia
Friday afternoon me and Sharmel had returned home from our Miami getaway. Sharmel went home to her house, and I went home to mine. When I was down in Miami, I had felt totally free and liberated, but now that I was back in New York, the realities of things were starting to set in.
I had the biggest regrets for what I’d done with Kelvin, and I felt like the biggest slut in the world. But there was nothing I could do to change the past. I didn’t feel too bad because although I had fucked Kelvin, I was at least smart enough to make sure I deleted his number from my phone. And I also made sure that he had deleted my number from his phone. This way there would be no way we could stay in contact with each other.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to get to know Kelvin better. But the best thing was to keep that little tryst of mine buried in the past. Sharmel was my girl for life, so I didn’t have to ever worry about her running her mouth to anyone about what I had done.
When I came home, Nico wasn’t there, which gave me some time to clean the house, do laundry, and cook, so that when he did come home he would at least come home to a pleasant environment. And I cooked his favorite meal of collard greens, cornbread, black-eyed peas, and barbecue ribs.
***
My timing was perfect because almost as soon as I took the ribs out of the oven, Nico walked in the house. I had no idea what his reaction or response to me would be and I was prepared for anything.
Nico walked into the kitchen and didn’t come up to me and give me a hug and a kiss like he usually did when he saw me.
“So you think you can just run off to Miami, not say shit to nobody and then come home and cook, and that’s supposed to just smooth everything over?”
“Baby, I’m sorry but—”
“But nothing!” Nico said, cutting me off. “I don’t wanna hear your shit right now!”
I shook my head, trying to stay calm, but all those feelings that I had before I went to Miami all instantly came back, but I held them in check.
“I cooked you some ribs and cornbread, if you wanna eat.”
Nico walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs to our bedroom. I didn’t know what to say, but I didn’t want to have tons of tension in the house. So I waited a few minutes, and then I went upstairs to talk to him.
Nico was in the bathroom, and the water was running in the shower.
“You going out?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t want anything to eat?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Baby, listen. I was only ignoring your calls and texts because I wanted you to see how I feel when you shut me out,” I said, trying my best to be humble. “But I’m sorry. Don’t read any more into it, because it’s nothing. OK?”
“We good.”
“Are you sure, Nico?”
Nico looked at me and nodded his head.
“OK, so you sure you don’t want something to eat?”
Nico ignored me.
“Do you want to hear about my trip?”
“Not really.”
“See, you do have an attitude! Urrgggh!” I said. “Nico, just talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to fuckin’ talk about!”
I blew some air out my lungs as I shook my head. “So can you tell me where you’re going?”
“I’m going out.”
“See, this is what I can’t stand!” I yelled, storming out of the bathroom.
“Ain’t nobody handcuffing you! You don’t have to stand shit. You can fuckin’ leave,” Nico barked out to me.
Ignoring his threat, I went downstairs and fixed myself a plate of food, but my nerves were shot, and my body wouldn’t let me eat anything. All I could do was sit there and pick at my food. I did that for close to a half an hour, until I heard Nico leave the house without even saying good-bye to me.
I went back upstairs to my room and found myself in a similar position that I had been in right before I’d left for Miami—in my bed with the covers over my head and tears streaming down my eyes.
The only difference was, at least now I had the fantasy thoughts of Kelvin running through my mind to help ease the pain I was feeling.
Even though I had deleted Kelvin’s number from my phone, as I lay there crying in the bed, I thought about going online and logging on to my cell phone account and retrieving his number from my account log. I was sure, if I hit him up, he would be willing to fly up to New York and spend some time with me.
It took everything in me not to reach out to Kelvin, but ultimately I decided against it since I knew Nico was only acting the way he was because of Jasmine. It was definitely time for me to expose her whorish ways to Nico.
My only fear was that he would end up choosing her over me after I exposed her. But I had to do what I had to do because this sitting home-alone, sulking, and crying my eyes out was for the birds.
CHAPTER 22
Jasmine
The day before my trip to Miami, I lied and told Nico I was in Detroit attending my uncle’s funeral. Too much had gone on over a few days, including going through with his plot to murder Shabazz.
Nico understood and, since I told him I would be back that Monday, he told me to just hit him up when I got back. He also told me that he was sorry to hear about my uncle’s passing.
Well, when I got back from Miami, Nico didn’t let any grass grow under my feet. He picked me up at around two in the afternoon and didn’t let me out of his sight until he had dropped me off at my house that evening.
Honestly speaking, pulling that trigger and killing Shabazz was without a doubt one of the hardest things that I ever did in my life. I never thought I’d have the balls to actually pull the trigger. It seemed fake; at first. Like I could pull the trigger and then undo what was done as if it were a dress rehearsal. Only it wasn’t. It was very real. I took a man’s life. And two hours after the shooting, my nerves were still very much on edge, just like Nico had warned me they would be. I was trying my hardest to relax, but I just couldn’t get out of my mind the image of Shabazz’s shocked and fear-stricken face when I shot him. I needed to smoke some weed to calm my nerves, but I was going to wait until later that night when my parents went to sleep, and then I was going to go outside and smoke.
I was surprised and extremely annoyed when my father told me that Simone was at the door because the last thing I wanted at that moment was company. And I was surprised because Simone hadn’t called me before coming over. Usually she would call me before stopping by. I had had a long birthday weekend, murdered Shabazz, and flew to Miami to secretly film Mia, so the last thing I felt like doing was entertaining. Reluctantly I told my father to let her in and to tell her to come upstairs to my room.
“Hey, girl,” I said as I got out of the bed and put on my robe and turned on the TV. I had just come out of the shower, and since it wa
s still early, I wasn’t ready to go to sleep for the night. But I was drained and wanted to get a quick hour or two of sleep.
“Jasmine, what’s going on?” Simone asked.
My eyes flew open in shock. “Why? What you heard?”
“Heard about what?” she asked, confused. “You’ve just been real distant with me lately and you’re hardly ever around. I just want to know what’s up. You got a new best friend or something?”
“Oh, that,” I said, dismissively. “You know you’re still my girl. I just got a lot going on.”
“Like what?” She made herself comfortable on my bed.
“Like too much to discuss now.” I gently grabbed her by her arm and guided her off my bed. “I’m really tired. I promise I’ll hit you up tomorrow and we can hang out.”
Simone looked hurt. But she’d get over it.
When she left, as I lay in the bed, I sent Nico a text message asking how he was doing. Thirty minutes went by, and he didn’t respond to me. I just took that to mean he was busy, and I went to sleep.
I didn’t hear from Nico for the rest of the night, but he called me late the next day.
“Hello.”
“Jazzy, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I’m just laying in the bed thinking,” I said.
“About what?”
“You know . . .”
Nico was quiet, waiting for me to say something.
“But I’m a’ight.”
“You not falling apart are you?”
“No, not at all.”
“For your sake you bet’ not be.” Nico’s statement hung in the air as a veil threat. It sent a chill down my spine.
