“Well, if you count Isla—”
“Fuck you.” He chuckled and so did I. “But you know what I mean. Yeah, this shit is fucked up, super fucked up, but it’s something about you that I like a lot. You’re wild as hell and since I’m not I guess I like that shit.”
Sniffling, I replied, “So you chose me over Isla?”
“Haven’t I always? I never wanted her, but I’m glad you gave me that time to think because that shit made me realize that I love you.”
“You love me?” I was shocked.
“I do.”
“I love you too, and I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry, Kattlyn. I should have been looking out for you, paying more attention to you. Just don’t keep shit else from me, aight? And I won’t make the same stupid mistakes I made with Isla, being a busy ass idiot.”
“Okay.” I smiled before he kissed me.
Just then, a black van pulled up, and some men rushed up to wrap Bull’s body in what looked like black trash bags. MG stepped out and conversed with them for a little bit, and then he came back inside and closed the door.
We kissed for a little bit longer, and suddenly, I felt a wetness in the seat of my panties. I quickly pushed MG back some, and saw blood trickling down the inner part of my legs.
“No! Oh my gosh!” I screeched in disbelief, and felt myself about to faint, but MG caught me before I hit the floor. I passed out in his arms.
Chapter Nine: Ricky AK
Bryen’s ass had been hiding out, and well, thanks to the police. But I had the homie keep his ear to the streets and he found out where the nigga was, and around what time he was left alone.
See, because I hadn’t done shit, naturally, the muthafuckas watching him would become lax. And tonight, as soon as I could, I was murking Bryen’s bitch ass. Tomorrow he was to give an official statement, telling whatever lies that damn detective told him to. But all them muthafuckas would be in for a fucking surprise when their star witness wound up dead.
I wasn’t worried about them suspecting that it was me, because without Bryen, they literally had nothing since they couldn’t find my prints on the weapon. So their suspicions of me after murdering him would be just that … suspicions. You couldn’t do much with that shit. And you damn right I was doing it the day before; I wanted them niggas on my head to know it was me, and know they couldn’t do shit to me about it.
I entered my garage where my brown Chevy Charger was, and after changing the license plate, I started loading what I needed, including my duffel bag. While I was handling that, someone knocked on the garage part, making me frown. Walking to the side door, I peeked out to see none other than stupid ass Qamar.
“Wait, wait, Ricky! Just let me talk to you!” he shouted when I was about to close the door.
“You know, if I actually gave a fuck, I would beat your ass, but I got more important shit to handle.”
“Thank God,” he joked, but I kept a stale expression.
“Look, nigga, I got some shit to do, so unless yo’ ass is about to help me handle it, get the fuck out of here.”
“Yeah, I’ll help, what is it?” He followed me into the garage. This muthafucka was so pathetic that I didn’t even wanna bother wasting my bullets or an ass whooping on him. He wasn’t worth it anymore.
“A murder.” I slammed a handgun into his chest and he coughed. When I raised my hand, I could tell he thought I was gon’ hit his ass so I chuckled, “Calm down I ain’t gon’ fuck up ya new nose.”
“Cool but, uh—”
“You coming or you getting the fuck out my face? Which one? I don’t have time to listen to whatever bullshit you came to spit at me.” I rounded the front of my car before opening the driver’s side.
“Ye—yeah, I’ll come,” he stammered, and then got in the passenger seat with me.
I backed out of my garage and let the door down with my remote, then sped out of my driveway on damn near two wheels. I let my windows down, and lit a blunt when I got to the first red light. I could feel Qamar’s hoe ass looking at the side of my face every now and again like he was about to shit on himself. I thought about killing him for a second.
“Stop staring at me,” I said, blowing smoke out.
“Ricky, I don’t know another way to say I’m sorry for the shit I said, but I am. Not only that, but I’m sorry for being a fucked up ass friend in the past and expecting you to forgive me just because. But I want you to know that I appreciate the friendship you’ve given me in the past, and I really don’t want to lose that. I know you ain’t got no reason to be cool with me again, because it wasn’t like I was homie of the year, but I just ask that you think about it. A lot of shit has been happening to me, but at the end of the day, what I really want is for us to be cool again.”
I chuckled before inhaling on the blunt.
“First off, don’t ever threaten my girl again or I will kill you.” I glanced his way and he nodded. “And I’m talking chop you up and deliver your body parts to ya mama weekly, kill you.”
“Uh, okay.”
“Secondly, don’t ever speak on my mother again. Like Draylah, she’s a queen, and a muthafucka like you should never come out of his mouth incorrect when speaking on either of them. You got that?”
“Yeah, I got it, and I agree.”
“Oh, and lastly, don’t ever buy my girl no fucking shoes, or I’m gon’ break ya arm again.” I grinned and he nodded. He knew that grin didn’t mean anything good.
I made it to the city of San Pedro where they had Bryen’s ass at. Qamar was quiet the whole time as I dipped through the dark streets, finally coming to a stop, one street over.
“I forgot to ask who we getting at?”
“This ain’t no we. It’s me doing a job and you just brought yo’ ass along. Get the fuck out.”
I climbed out of my whip, and put my gloves on before taking my gun and a few tools from my duffel bag. I checked my surroundings, and when I saw it was damn near a ghost town on this street, I booked it. Qamar followed after me, despite me not having said anything.
We got to the house across the street from where Bryen was being held up, and I started to climb until I was on the roof. Qamar stayed down on the ground for a minute, but then decided to climb the house as well. I took a seat behind the chimney on the roof, and began setting my gun up, and Qamar just took a seat next to me without a word.
“What about your grandmother—”
“Shut up.” I cut his ass off as I finished my setup.
We sat there in silence for about ten minutes, and finally, I saw a car pull up in front of the house Bryen was staying in. He got out of the back seat, and both Qamar I watched him walk up the driveway and onto the porch, as we sat across the street on the roof behind the thick chimney.
The car stayed for a minute, then finally it pulled off and hooked a right, as Bryen fumbled with the door, I guess trying to unlock it.
Aiming at the back of his head, I squinted one eye and looked through the viewfinder with the other, before pulling the trigger.
PHEW! PHEW!
Just two bullets quietly entered the back of Bryen’s head, causing it to explode damn near on the door. His body dropped, and for a moment, I just stared. I couldn’t believe that I had actually killed his ass. I’d been wanting to for the longest, and he definitely deserved it, but the shit was still unreal to me. He was like my fucking son at one point, and here I was having to take his life because he was trying to take mine.
I knew my mother would hate what was happening, her sons beefing and shit, but I hoped she would understand that I had to do what I had to do. I couldn’t go to jail, leaving my family behind. I had a girl that needed her man, and two kids, possibly three that needed a father. And unfortunately, my family was more important than my blood brother who continuously betrayed me.
“Damn … You aight?” Qamar quizzed, but I ignored him, too deep in my thoughts. I couldn’t care less about his damn question.
Qamar and I
waited for about twenty minutes in complete silence except for the dogs barking and the sound of a few birds. Finally, I broke down my setup and got down off the roof discreetly, in which Qamar followed. We made it back to the car once I made sure no one was aware of Bryen’s murder yet, and then I started off.
I ended up in the parking lot of a bar because I needed a drink. The shit with Bryen hit me a little heavier than expected, but I’d be aight.
“I need a drink. You can come too or walk home.”
“Nah, I’ll come.” Qamar nodded.
Qamar followed me inside of the hole in the wall, primarily white bar. I came to this one purposely because I didn’t have to be worried about muthafuckas bothering me the whole time because they were too scared to fuck with me.
Once inside, Qamar and I sat at a booth table across from one another, and a waitress came over.
“How are you two tonight?”
“Good. Just bring a bottle of Hennessy, please,” I told her and she nodded.
“Be right back with that.” She pranced away, switching with that unbelievably flat ass.
“You know I meant what I said, Ricky,” Qamar commented.
“Nigga, would you shut the hell up? The least of my fucking worries is you and yo’ damn apology.” I frowned. “Thanks, I appreciate it, but I don’t give a fuck right now, honestly.”
The waitress set the bottle down along with two glasses, and after she explained some food choices, she left.
“Did you uh … you didn’t ever fuck Bia, did you?” this nigga had the nerve to ask me.
“Why?” I sipped the glass of Hennessy, as I pulled my hood over my head.
“I’m just curious. I mean, I know she was leaning on you when I was on my reckless tip, so I was just wondering if you ever hit.”
I laughed.
“If I fucked, you would know. And I think you knew that already. For one, I’m not smashing Draylah’s friend. And two, Bia wouldn’t be fucking with some new cat had I hit, if you know what I mean.”
“She fucked another nigga, AK.” He stared into my eyes. “And when she told me, I went off, and she got mad because of what I said. I mean, yeah, I pretty much called her a hoe, but what she expect? She letting that nigga hit, and won’t let me.”
I looked at him for a moment, because he was the dumbest nigga in the world a lot of the times.
“And you thought the best way to get some pussy was to call her a hoe.” I chuckled again before refilling my cup. “Why you worried about another nigga on y’all date? That’s ya first mistake. I couldn’t care less about the next nigga when I’m in a female’s face.”
“I just had to know if she was giving his bitch ass some pussy and not me. That’s fucked up.”
“If all you’re worried about is getting some pussy, why you chasing her? Go get another bitch.”
“I mean, I want her to be my girl, but why he gotta get some and I can’t?”
“Probably because he’s nice to her, Qamar. He probably treats her like he likes her, fool.”
“So do I, but she be pissing me off, so I have to be an asshole. The shit is hard to not be one when she upsets me.”
“It shouldn’t be that difficult to be nice to a woman you claim to love. It takes no effort at all, and the fact that it’s difficult for you should tell you something; that you ain’t ready for an adult relationship.”
“Yeah I am, she just needs to stop pissing me the fuck off.”
“Draylah pisses me off occasionally too sometimes, Qamar, but that don’t give me the right to call her all types of bitches and hoes. And I don’t even wanna talk to her like that. That’s my baby; she deserves the utmost respect, especially from her nigga. And if I expect everyone else to respect her, I need to do the same.”
“But—”
“Ain’t no buts, nigga. If you love Bia, and you want her, you need to show it. And it can’t be forced. If you gotta force being nice to her, just let her go. Let her be with that other nigga, because if she don’ fucked him, that means she likes him. Women like Bia don’t give the pussy up just because; she feeling that nigga.” I gulped down my drink. “And I don’t know how you let shit get that far. You ain’t fighting for her, but you expect her to come back. That little bitch ass effort you putting in ain’t gon’ get results, trust me.”
“You right. I’m gon’ figure something out, watch. I just have to see how I’m gon’ do it.” He nodded.
“You talking a lot about Bia but I haven’t heard you mention ya son yet.”
Shrugging, Qamar just shook his head.
“I mean, he’s good.”
“You see him today? Where he at?”
“Nah, I haven’t seen him today. He’s with my moms at her crib. I’m in the process of moving out of mine, and I’m gon’ live with her, I think. Hopefully not though. I think my … son is enough company for her.”
When he said he hadn’t seen his son all day, I was baffled as fuck. I’d only been a father for two seconds, but I couldn’t imagine not seeing my kids for a whole damn day; not even once. And the fact that he planned to let his son stay with his mama while he lived elsewhere, was wild.
“When’s the last time you saw him, Qamar?”
“Couple days ago or some shit, I don’t know. I don’t want to be a father, Ricky, and it ain’t fair that this shit is forced on me.”
“Lacie raped you?”
“Nah, but you know what I mean.”
“Nah, I don’t. You gotta get ya shit together, Qamar. I’m happy for you that ya off that nose candy and shit, but you gotta pull yo’ shit together now that you got a kid. And his mama is gone, so he’s gon’ really need you. Pull it together.”
“My career is over though. And if Bia would just—”
“Bia ain’t gon’ want a man who can’t step up and be a father to his kid. Trust me. She’ll be right back with the nigga she’s fucking now, soon as she sees that you a deadbeat ass nigga. You want a bitch that don’t give a fuck, there are plenty, but it ain’t her.” I poured myself one more glass and downed it, before placing some cash down. “Come on.”
He trailed me out the bar, and then we headed back to my house so he could get his whip to drive home.
“Thanks for the talk I guess,” he said, opening the passenger door.
“Qamar, focus on ya kid man.”
Qamar exhaled and got out of the car, and I just shook my head. I knew my words went in one ear and out the other. At least his son had his grandma.
“Aye, but I’m happy we cool again.” He grinned, holding onto the door.
“We ain’t cool, I just don’t care enough to beat ya ass this go ‘round.”
He hesitantly nodded and then walked to his car.
Entering the house, I could hear one of my babies crying all the way down in the foyer. Going up into my daughter’s room, I saw she was sound asleep, so I kissed her small cheek and left to my son’s. When I entered, I saw an exhausted Draylah trying to get him to calm down. He was usually chill, so this was new.
“Aye, come here, man.” I took him from her carefully. “What you crying for? I told you G’s don’t cry, right?” He was still crying some, but it slowed down as I thumbed the tear away. “Look, I understand. I’d be crying too if I shit on myself, but you’re supposed to be a gangsta. You gotta suck it up so ya mama can get some rest.” Draylah chuckled as I tilted Frederick Jr.’s head a little bit so he could see her. “Look how beautiful ya mother is, and you’re giving her a hard time.”
By this time, he wasn’t crying at all anymore, as Draylah kissed his cheek.
“I can take him back,” Draylah offered.
“Nah, I got it. Go lie down.” I leaned down to kiss her, and when she left, I just paced the room holding my son and talking to him until I was sure he was asleep.
I went back to the bedroom, and since Draylah was still up, I convinced her to get in the shower with me. Once out, we laid down on the cold ass sheets and pillows, just the way I liked it.
“You’re such a good daddy,” she said, caressing the side of my face as we laid down facing one another.
“You’re an even better mother.” I kissed her. “You look so fucking pretty,” I whispered against her lips as I climbed on top of her.
“How? I look so plain.” She giggled just as I groped her thighs, which I was in between. “We can’t, Ricky, not for two more weeks.”
“I miss you.” I pinned her hands above her head.
“You see me every day,” she spoke lowly.
“You know what the fuck I mean.” I let her feel how hard my dick was against her panties. “Let me make you feel good.”
Before she could protest, I was kissing and sucking down her stomach, while pulling off her panties. I tossed them muthafuckas to the floor, and buried my face between her legs, sucking her clit passionately.
“Baby,” she cried as I attacked her pussy. I missed eating her, so I was going in, lapping up her juices when she came.
I continued feasting until Draylah was spent, and then I licked her clean, before kissing my way up her body slowly. When our lips met, we kissed nastily and hungrily.
Chapter Nine: Frisk
A few days later …
I was in my bathroom, rinsing my mouth with Listerine when Charmaine came in. It’d been super fucking hard keeping her and Virginia away from one another. But after Virginia and I decided this shit between us was serious, I knew I had to finally sit Charmaine down and let her know that what we had was coming to an end.
“Hey, baby.” Charmaine walked into the bathroom and hugged me from behind.
“Aye, I gotta have a conversation with you, but let me get dressed first, aight?” I kissed the back of her hand, and she shook her head to say ‘okay’ in response.
I finished handling my shit in the bathroom, and then got dressed in my bedroom, while thinking about what the hell I was gon’ say exactly. Charmaine wasn’t exactly a soft butterfly, so I knew once I said some shit she didn’t like, it was gon’ be on and popping. My best bet was to make this shit come across a certain way so that she wouldn’t be mad, aka, not mention that I was moving on to something else.
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