While I was in the back working, my office phone rang, so I answered it to find out that it was Channie on the other end.
“Hey, Draylah, there is a man here to see you.”
“A man? If it’s Qamar the rapper, tell him I died.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“No it’s not,” she snickered. “He said his name is North.”
I froze for a minute, wondering if there was a way I could escape without him seeing me. I didn’t know what the hell he wanted to see me for anyway; we had absolutely nothing to talk about. Also, I didn’t want him to know Lily would be spending the weekend with Ricky and me. He might try to intrude, and then Ricky would beat him up.
“Draylah?” Channie called my name, reminding me that I was on the phone.
“Yes, umm, send him to the back please.” I quickly hung up and closed my eyes before taking a deep breath.
A loud knock on my office door startled me, but after gaining some composure, I got up to go open it. There North was, standing there looking exactly the same but only with more muscle. His brown skin was smooth, and like the last time I saw him, he had no facial hair and a low cut fade. He was still cute, but he was nowhere near as fine as Ricky. And I could tell he didn’t have his swag either.
“Damn,” North commented, licking his lips as he eyed me from head to toe. “Had I known you was gon’ be this fine, I would have stayed my ass in L.A.” He walked into the room. “Weren’t you just pregnant?”
“What do you want?” I sat on the edge of my desk, making North seemingly salivate.
I was just wearing jeans, a spaghetti strapped top, and my Sk8-Hi Old Skool Vans. My hair was straightened and hanging down, and I had a nice watch, my Hermes bracelets with Lily’s name, and my engagement ring on. The old ring Ricky gave me was hanging from my neck on a small chain. North didn’t miss anything as his eyes surveyed me and landed on my ring finger.
“I just wanna talk about what’s happened. Let’s go get something to eat right quick.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Well I am. It’ll only take a minute of your time. And I promise I won’t disrespect whatever you got going on with that rapper nigga.”
After contemplating, I finally replied, “Fine, but once you finish talking, I’m leaving. I won’t stay to eat.”
“Good enough.” He smiled.
“Ugh,” I commented at the sight, making his grin fade immediately.
North and I left out and went to this small cafe around the corner. No one was really inside, so the hostess told us we could pick our seats. We sat down at a booth table, and North ordered something to eat and drink. We didn’t say anything as he waited, and finally they brought his food out. He took a few bites of his sandwich, and for a minute, he just stared at me smirking.
“We used to be so in love. Must be fate what happened. It brought us back together.”
“North, why did you want to talk to me? I’m about to leave.”
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared, and when I saw it was Ricky, I almost shit on myself.
“Why you do shit like this, Draylah, when you know I’m crazy? Now I’m gon’ have to beat this nigga’s ass.” Ricky looked to me with dipped brows.
“No, Ricky, it’s not even like that. He just asked me to come here and—”
“Nigga, don’t ever approach my girl trying to have some muthafuckin’ sit down time. Fuck you think this is? I’ll beat yo’ ass, bruh.” Ricky looked him up and down. “Got the nerve to be pulling up on my girl in a smedium shirt and tights, looking like a thot.”
“Nigga, what?” North got up. His jeans were pretty tight and so was his shirt, now that Ricky mentioned it.
“Hey, excuse me, is there a problem?” some ghetto light-skinned waitress came up, popping her gum.
Ricky looked her up and down and said, “Only problem is that rug sitting on yo’ fucking head. Back yo’ ass up and straighten that shit; ya edges is snitching on you.”
With bucked eyes, the girl immediately started shifting her wig as she backed away, while the few people in earshot snickered.
“Now what’s that shit you was talking?” North stated, and I guess he didn’t know Ricky was the wrong one. Trying to be tough for me was not smart. God, no.
WHAM!
Ricky turned back to face North and punched him right in the middle of his face, sending North flying onto his back on top of a table. He struggled to get up, looking exactly like a turtle that had been turned on its back.
“Nigga, I’m just her—” North squealed when Ricky mushed his head back and made it bounce on the table. I could tell he was dazed and confused.
“I don’t give a fuck if you was her daddy, muthafucka. I bet not catch yo’ bitch ass around my girl again, or it’s gon’ be a wrap.”
After he was done with North, that same girl with the wig wanted Ricky’s autograph, but he ignored her as we walked past her. Once outside, he hemmed me up against the wall. I shouldn’t have been turned on, but I was.
“Why you like fucking with me, Dray?” he spoke lowly to me.
“I was just hearing him out because he’s Lily’s father, but I’m sorry.” I hugged Ricky’s torso. “How did you know I was here?”
“Came to take you to lunch and Channie put me up on game.”
“Oh, well I’m sorry.”
He grabbed my hand in his and then led me back to my brow bar just as North walked out the cafe with an angry expression and a bloody nose.
Ricky and I went right back to my office and he closed the door behind us.
“Show me how sorry you are.” He bit down on his lip with his fine ass, as he gestured down to his dick with a serious expression.
I happily squatted down, removed him from his jeans, and took him into my mouth.
***
The next night …
“Damn, look at yo’ fine ass,” I heard Ricky say as we walked through this big hotel, headed to a restaurant.
“What are you doing?” I looked over my shoulder to see him recording me from behind, most likely for Snapchat or Instagram.
“Recording yo’ sexy ass. Show these bag of laundry built ass hoes how you have a baby and get right back,” he pumped me up, so I switched a little bit in my long, tight, black dress. It was a long-sleeved wrap style with a high split. “Shit. Do a spin for ya baby daddy.”
I chuckled as I spun a little bit for the camera.
“You’re crazy.” I laughed.
“Nah, just admiring what I got,” he replied as he posted the video. “You know I’m yo’ biggest fan.” We held hands as we neared the restaurant.
“Yes you are.” I tilted my head back so that we could kiss, just before he opened the door to the restaurant for me. “I love you, Ricky.”
“I love you more, baby girl.”
Chapter Ten: Ricky AK
“Where am I?” Charlie shouted once I snatched the sack off of her head. She frantically looked around the empty room with her eyes wide, before realizing that she was tied to a chair.
“You thought we forgot about you?” I pushed my hood off my head as Draylah stood next to me. We had clear hoodies over our black ones to prevent blood from staining our clothes.
We waited to get at this old dried up ass bitch for two reasons: one was for Draylah to give birth, and the other was because we wanted Charlie to think everything was gravy and to let her guard down. She was on high alert after telling Draylah what she’d done, so it would have been harder to kidnap her ass. But since we let time go by, she thought she was in the clear like a dumb ass, so getting at her was easy as fuck.
“Draylah, baby, whatever this is, do not do it! This boy is corrupting you! This isn’t like you!”
“This was my idea, Charlie,” Draylah replied dryly. “Nobody corrupted me but you; taking my daughter and selling her, then killing my mother because she didn’t agree with it.”
“No, baby. Just tell the police what I did, and let me go to jail. That’s so much
better! I will really pay for what I did!” She attempted to use reverse psychology. “Jail is worse! Don’t kill me!” I could see the fear of death in this bitch’s eyes.
“I am not a child anymore; you can’t convince me to do what you want. I know you’d love to just sit behind bars and live, but no. You should have thought about how much you wanted to live when you had my mother ran over, you bitch.”
“Ahhhhh!” Charlie screamed when Draylah rammed the knife repeatedly into her midsection, before stabbing both of her hands, then running the knife across her face.
“Relax, baby, calm down,” I told Draylah, and pulled her back some. She had my ass scared, like she was about to turn the damn knife on me.
“Right, okay.” Draylah nodded, closing her eyes as she breathed out some. “Yeah, no, I’m still furious. I wanna kill her.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“Draylah, baby, please!” Charlie cried with blood seeping from her mouth, just before Draylah sliced across her face again. “Oh Lord Jesus. Th—think about Angie!”
“Oh, the way you thought of me when you sold my baby and killed my mother? Yes, you were extremely thoughtful.”
“I’m sorry, but…” Charlie couldn’t finish as she cried. There was blood everywhere, making it obvious her ass was suffering.
“Just end her, please.” Draylah rolled her eyes.
I walked over to Charlie, lifted her head with my gloved hands and snapped her neck.
“Baby, I know this was hard for—”
“Nope, I’m good.” Draylah started removing the clear hoodie.
“Oh shit, aight then, killa. I’m trying to be a good boyfriend and console yo’ ass, but you don’t need it, huh, gangsta?”
“I lost all care for her when she admitted what she’d done to the two people I loved the most at that time.”
I nodded because I understood, then made my way over to her for a kiss. Seeing Draylah act gangsta always got my dick hard. She was my little rider fasho.
I called my people to come clean Charlie’s body out, and then Draylah and I left to head home.
“Ricky! Can we play the game? Your grandma doesn’t know how.” Lily ran to me as soon as Draylah and I walked in, pouting as my grandmother came from the den.
“Yep, just let me take a shower, help Draylah put the twins to sleep, and then I’ll kick yo’ little ass in the game, aight?”
“Okay!” she said excitedly, before hugging Draylah and rushing back to the den.
“How do you talk so roughly to her, and it’s like she doesn’t even care? I think she even likes it.” Draylah laughed along with my grandma.
“Like mother, like daughter,” my grandma commented. “I know you guys really want to have her permanently, and I hope you can make that happen.”
Draylah and I nodded.
“Well, I’m about to go shower real fast, you coming?” Draylah licked her lips at me with her freaky ass.
“See, Ma, it don’t even be me. Talk to her about always pouncing on me.”
“Right. I know you Frederick, and I’m sure it’s always you.”
“Yeah, you know I’m coming.” I hugged Draylah from behind, pressing my dick against her ass. We weren’t really able to do shit but oral, but I’d take it. Next week, I’d be busting that pussy open though.
“Wait, Ricky, let me talk to you for a second.” My grandma gripped my arm.
“Aight.”
She led me to the kitchen as Draylah went upstairs to get the shower ready. I didn’t know what the fuck my grandma wanted to talk about, but my mind was on eating some pussy, so she needed to hurry the fuck up.
I saw my phone was on the counter when I walked in, and when I hit the home button, I saw a text. I went inside to read it.
+1 (310) 555 - 8944: Hey I’m ready to hang out again whenever you are. Draylah won’t have to know. I miss you.
I didn’t know who the fuck was texting me from unstored numbers, but every time I blocked that number, they’d text me from a new one, so I knew it was some kind of burner app. I didn’t give my number out, especially to these hoes, and especially since I’d been with Draylah, so I was stumped like a muthafucka. I was gone find out though.
“Are you still investigating what happened to Rachel?” she inquired.
“You know I am. And if you gon’ try to convince me not to, then just stop talking right now because I’m not. If you won’t give me what the fuck I need, then I’m gon’ get it elsewhere.”
I’d been off my grandmother, but after she found out Bryen died and was all depressed and shit, I felt like I had to forgive her somewhat for not helping me. For some reason, she loved the hell out of that bitch ass nigga.
“Ricky, I’m gonna tell you this so you can stop before you get yourself killed. Detective Atticus Martín is after you because you’re sticking your nose into what happened to your mother.”
“So what! He was just the detective on the fucking case. What does me looking into it have to do with him, unless he didn’t do his fucking job right?”
“Because he killed her, Frederick, and is willing to kill anyone who tries to bring that truth to the forefront.”
My heart stopped for a few moments, I swear, as my eyes surveyed my grandmother’s. I could tell from the look on her face that she didn’t want to say what she’d said, and after hearing the shit, I kind of wished she hadn’t.
“For what? Why would he—”
“He’s your father, that’s why.”
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