My Baby Is A West Coast King 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  This family was so fucked up and every damn time I looked up, a new damn secret was being exposed. You could always find a scandal somewhere within the Benjamin family. I kid you not.

  “Yo’ mama told my mama that she fucked her husband, yo’ pops, and had a baby. We know my mama only got one damn kid and that’s me,” I explained.

  “Oddly, I’m not surprised by anything that nigga does anymore,” Chaz sighed. “But aunt D, that’s out of character for her.”

  “So you’re our cousin brother?” Kordell’s stupid ass commented, lighting up a blunt. “I say we get rid of that nigga.”

  “I’m with that. Shit, I beat his ass and then Kordell did, so it’s only a matter of time before he comes after us. That silent shit ain’t fooling no muthafucking body,” Mischief replied.

  “You beat his ass? When?” I exclaimed, looking down at Kordell who was getting high on my couch.

  “Couple days ago. Brooke told me everything and how he’d made her think she owed him some pussy. And then when he got her pregnant, he convinced her to first pin it on me and then on Mischief to break us apart. He can’t stand Mischief.”

  I shook my head frowning. My uncle never ceased to amaze me with the shit he did. Like I said before, every time you looked up, there was a new secret coming out. And my uncle’s hate for Mischief hadn’t let up yet I see.

  “Why does he despise yo’ ass so much? I mean I know yo’ ass is disrespectful as fuck, always have been, but damn. Shit, Kordell and I have gotten out of line with his ass a time or two, and he still don’t act as foul to us.” Chaz glanced at Mischief who kept his attention on his phone. He never wanted to talk about the shit. That’s just how he was though.

  “Shai,” Kordell called his name. “Shai!”

  “What!” Mischief barked. “He don’t fuck with me because we don’t get along! It’s simple! Stop trying to make a big deal out of the shit!”

  “Probably something to do with ma.” Chaz nodded.

  “Aye, fuck you, blood. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. You’re just shooting shit out of yo’ ass right now.”

  The mention of my aunt Blanca got that nigga hot, so now I was thinking the same thing as Chaz. Maybe his father was jealous of the fact that Blanca paid so much attention to Mischief. I swear you’d think he was an only fucking child with the way she acted.

  “Whatever it is, it’s obvious you gon’ take that shit to the grave with you.” Kordell blew smoke out, looking at Mischief out the corner of his eye.

  In typical Mischief fashion, he ignored his brother and continued typing into his phone.

  “Aight y’all, chill the fuck out because if y’all get to fighting in my shit, y’all gon’ pay for every got damn thing y’all break,” I spat, making Chaz and Kordell chuckle.

  It was quiet for a moment before Chaz said, “So are y’all ever gonna make up over that Sammi shit? Y’all just kind of glossed over it.”

  It wasn’t that I was glossing over a got damn thing, I just didn’t give a fuck about Sammi anymore, which calmed me down. I stayed mad for a couple weeks, but before I knew it, my mind was on Kady, my bread, and not shit else. I honestly kind of forgot, and would only remember when Sammi would blow my fucking phone up, or when Kady and I would discuss shit that Sammi was a part of.

  “I been over the shit,” I said, prompting Mischief to look up from his phone and into my eyes.

  Sighing, he stuffed his iPhone into his hoodie pocket and said, “Look. I’m gon’ apologize for lying to you about how long I was fucking her, but I meant what I said about her being a hoe, and you being dumb enough to fight over her.”

  “Nigga. can you ever just apologize?” Kordell laughed along with Chaz and I. For as long as I’ve known Mischief, I’d never heard him apologize for anything, so the fact that he attempted to right now, meant a lot. Maybe Laine was a good influence on this nigga.

  “Only person I apologize to is Laine, and that’s it.”

  “You’re pussy whipped for real. I never thought I’d see the day.” I shook my head, shoving my hands down into my jean pockets.

  “I’m totally fine with that shit too. I ain’t gon’ brag too much on it though because y’all niggas will be trying to fuck and then I’d have to kill y’all,” he replied, face as serious as stage four cancer. That was my cousin for you.

  We just laughed at his psycho ass and continued to smoke our blunts for a little bit. When we were done, we were hungry as fuck, so we decided to leave my crib to go to a bar for some food and drinks and shit.

  “I need a fucking driver, man,” Kordell said as we walked towards my car, which was parked out on the street.

  “Nah, you need to stop smoking so much and then maybe you won’t—”

  POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

  The sound of gunshots cut Chaz off mid-sentence as the four of us scrambled, hiding behind other cars and shit. The car that the bullets were coming from let off shots for a little longer, before peeling down the street. Once we were sure they weren’t coming back around, we rose to our feet and made sure none of us had been hit.

  “Yeah, that nigga has got to go,” Chaz said, referring to my uncle. We knew it was his ass that sent them hitters; we could feel it.

  ***

  The next evening…

  My cousins and I were in the Static building because they were about to record. Currently we were listening to a new beat Mischief had created, and the shit was so fire it gave me goose bumps. I was a hard ass critic so for some shit to give me goose bumps, it had to be better than great.

  I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back as my ears enjoyed the music, and my lungs enjoyed the good ass weed I was smoking. Suddenly, the door of the studio room burst open, and when the four of us looked to the door, I saw it was Nuzi and that nigga Rico.

  “Aye, you, get the fuck up out of here before it be some problems,” Mischief pointed to Rico, speaking calmly.

  Rico sucked his teeth and waved him off, but he walked his bitch ass out the room like he’d been told, leaving Nuzi who was staring a hole through me. I just chuckled because I already knew what the fuck this was about.

  “I just came to let you know that Kady is spoken for, so whatever the fuck y’all think y’all are doing, you need to cut the shit out ASAP!” he sneered, causing all of us to laugh at his ass. “I keep seeing ya name pop on her phone.”

  “Let that go, man.” Mischief shook his head, turning back to face the soundboard.

  “Let it go? I ain’t letting shit go. That’s my bitch and if yo’ cousin don’t back the fuck up off her it’s gon’ be a problem!”

  Mischief just chuckled lightly, ignoring Nuzi as he moved stuff around, editing the beat.

  “She’s gone, man. Let it go like that one bitch say.” Kordell inhaled on the blunt. “Aye, what’s that bitch name that sings let it go?” He turned to Chaz, letting the smoke out as he talked.

  “Hell if I know, nigga. What the fuck I look like? I don’t be curled up on the couch watching that shit.”

  “Fuck you. I only know the shit because of my baby, Melody.”

  “I think it’s like Ellie or some shit.” I nodded, not even realizing that we’d gotten completely sidetracked because we were high as fuck.

  “Did you fuck her?” Nuzi quizzed, reeling us back in.

  “Ask her.” I shrugged.

  “Nah, nigga, I’m asking you.” He stepped towards where I was, which was on the couch next to Kordell. Chaz was sitting on the counter-like thing in the middle, where all their backpacks and notebooks were, and of course Mischief was at the soundboard.

  I looked this nigga Nuzi up and down, who was half my size in height and weight, and then burst into laughter. He was standing and I was sitting, but I still didn’t feel the least bit threatened. I wasn’t worried. I would whoop his ass either way. Nuzi was a fake wannabe ass thug nigga so he wasn’t about to do shit anyway.

  “Was she walking funny recently?” Kordell inquired, send
ing the whole room into a fit of laughter. When you were high, every damn thing was funny.

  “I wasn’t talking to you, homie.”

  “I’m not ya homie, and watch ya fucking tone with me, boy.” Kordell got serious hella quickly. Nigga stayed cracking jokes, but was just like his crazy ass brothers.

  “Just stay away from her before we have some problems.” He turned on his heels and then went to say something to Mischief about his album.

  As he walked out, I said, “I’ll let her know you came by when I see her tonight.”

  Just like I thought, his ass didn’t do shit but mean mug me and proceed on out the fucking door. He wasn’t about that life at all. He just wanted niggas to think he was for that damn image. He’d better learn to turn that shit off when he wasn’t on camera though, because he was bound to get knocked the fuck out coming at real niggas with his fake shit.

  We stayed in the studio for hours until Mischief wanted to go home to Laine with his sprung ass. The shit was still baffling as fuck.

  I headed to Kady’s place so I could pick her up, because I didn’t want to have her driving to me at this time of night. When I pulled up to my father’s building, I thought I saw someone that looked like her, holding a purse and a duffle while arguing with a nigga that looked like Nuzi. Hopping out with the quickness, I approached the two and when she saw me, she nervously pushed her hair back.

  “Ish, I lost track of time I—”

  “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” Nuzi furrowed his brows, and I was confused as to why he was still acting bold, until I saw his big bodyguard lurking.

  “Nuzi, I told you I’m done!” Kady yelled.

  “Yeah, now, because I know you don’ fucked him!”

  “Could you leave, please? Damn! Go be with one of the many bitches you cheated on me with!”

  She shoved him and when he tried to come back at her, I gripped the collar of his shirt and flung him to the ground. His bodyguard rushed up as Nuzi scrambled to his feet, so I delivered a left hook right into the nigga. The two of us got to fighting, as Kady screamed for us to stop. I sent a few more punches into that guard’s face, and he stumbled back, growling and shit.

  “Come on!” I yanked Kady with me, as Nuzi stood there like the bitch he was, breathing heavily and calling her name.

  I helped her into my car, and then got in on my side to see her hugging her purse and staring straight ahead.

  “I’m not sorry,” I said, cranking my car up.

  “You shouldn’t be.” She exhaled. “I knew what I was dealing with because you’re related to the Benjamins.”

  “Yeah, more than you know.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  I shook my head to say ‘nothing’, and at the red light I leaned over to kiss her lips. If Kordell and Mischief could do the one girl thing, shit, maybe I could too.

  Kady Rowe

  I woke up next to Ishmael, and smiled as I ran my hand down his brown chiseled chest. He was so fine with his mean crazy ass. He might not have had the last name Benjamin, but he had that same blood running through his veins; it was obvious.

  I sat up, climbed out of the bed, and then went to my duffle bag to get my toothbrush, paste, floss, and mouthwash. I went to the bathroom to clean my mouth, and then cut the shower on. While the water got hot, I put up my oral hygiene tools and grabbed the things I needed for a shower. Once I was clean, I wrapped myself in a towel, and entered the bedroom to see Ishmael was still knocked out. I guess I wore him out. I should’ve known by the way he was moaning all loudly and shit.

  As I slipped my panties on, Ishmael’s phone started going crazy on his dresser. I looked at him to make sure he was still asleep, and then made my way over to the phone to see who needed him this early. It had better been his cousins, because any bitch that was hitting him up at this time of the day, obviously thought she had something with him. I would gladly let her know that wasn’t the case either.

  Picking up the phone, I saw there were two text messages from Sammi, so I typed in his code that he thought I didn’t know. I dealt with a lying cheating ass nigga for years, so it was hard to keep shit from me, especially cell phone codes.

  Sammi: Really Ish? After all you’ve done to me, I do one thing and now it’s done.

  Sammi: Ishmael Myers!

  I decided to reply for his ass.

  Me: Leave me the fuck alone. I told you I have someone.

  I tightened my towel as I waited for a response, while making sure Ishmael was still knocked the fuck out. I watched his tatted chiseled chest rise and fall for a few moments, until the buzzing of the phone pulled me from my thoughts of stabbing him.

  Sammi: So you’re into escorts now like your cousins?

  My hands got hot as I read the text message over and over. No this bitch didn’t call me a fucking hoe. But at least she knew about me, which made me laugh. I was all over her nigga’s Instagram and I made sure of it!

  Me: You right. Let me come through now. You busy?

  I took his phone to the bathroom with me, along with my duffel bag so I could get dressed while I waited for a response. I didn’t even button up my jeans because I stopped when she replied.

  Sammi: Okay, and no not busy at the moment. You coming like right now right now?

  Me: Yeah but send me your address again. It’s been so long since I been over there I don’ forgot the shit.

  I was trying my best to sound like a nigga, and I hoped it was working. I’d texted Ishmael a lot, so I knew how he talked… mostly.

  She replied with a few smart comments before sending over her address. I screenshot it, and then texted the picture to myself.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  Ishmael beat on the bathroom door, almost making me piss on myself. I quickly buttoned my jeans, put on my shirt, then deodorant and perfume, before coming out the bathroom smiling.

  “Where is my damn phone, Kady?” he snarled, slipping into the bathroom and getting his toothbrush to wet it.

  “Oh, here you go.” I placed it on the sink after blocking Sammi’s number.

  “Fuck do you have my phone for? I swear yo’ ass is a fucking nut job,” he spat, mouth full of toothpaste as he brushed away. He wasn’t too mad which meant he wasn’t hiding anything. Nuzi would have been trying to fist fight by now if he even thought I touched his phone.

  “You like it though. And I needed to block your ex bitch so she’d stop texting you.” I turned to leave the bathroom. “I’ll be back, I have to run an errand, okay?”

  Shaking his head at me, he spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth with water, before reaching for his floss and removing some.

  “I thought we were going to eat breakfast and do some other shit that you wanna do and didn’t give me an option to protest.”

  Chuckling, I said, “Oh, we are. I will be quick I promise.” I walked back into the bathroom, and leaned my head back so his tall fine ass could plant a kiss on me.

  “Aight,” he said as he started to floss.

  When I got down into my car, I typed that hoe’s address in, and then let Siri lead the fucking way. She didn’t live too far, which I didn’t like, but it was a good thing for right now. Getting out the car after I parked, I rushed up her walkway, and beat on the rickety screen door with an open hand.

  “Alright, alright, Ish!” I heard her yell from inside. “You beating on my damn… door…” Her eyes widened and her sentence trailed off as I cocked my head to look at her.

  “Open this shit!” I hit on the door.

  “No! What are you doing here?”

  “You just asked me to come over, don’t you remember?”

  “Why are you texting from his phone? You need to—”

  “No, you need to back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up, hoe. I’m not playing around with you. I will for real beat ya ass! Where I’m from, Watts, we don’t play around with hoes like you. I will have ya nappy ass hair spread all up and down this street. Please don’t try me!�
�� I punched my hand. “No, you know what, do try me. I want you to, bitch.” I moved closer to the screen door and put my hand in the shape of a gun. “If I catch you texting my nigga again, I’m dragging yo’ ass and that’s on my dead mama’s grave, bitch, I swear.”

  Sammi just nodded from behind the screen door. She calmed down when Watts came out of my mouth because she knew Watts and Compton were like best buddies. People liked to let this pretty face and this model shit fool them, but like they say, don’t judge a book by its cover.

  BAM!

  I hit the door and she jumped back, making me laugh.

  “Scary ass,” I gritted, turning around and walking off.

  I didn’t worry about her running up on me from behind because that would make my day. I would fuck her ass up. But of course she didn’t though. I made it all the way to my car safely, and pulled off. If she even had a few brains in that noggin, she would heed to my warnings. Sammi seemed like she had some damn sense, not much, but enough to know not to fuck around with me.

  As I came to a red light, my phone chimed so I picked it up to see Nuzi’s number.

  +1 (310) 555 - 0988: Lose my number.

  That was hella funny, considering the shit was no longer stored. I took a screenshot of the message, and attached the picture to a text back to him.

  Me: Deleted that shit when I first started cheating on you so no worries.

  I laughed loudly as I pulled off at the green light. That nigga was feeling the fuck out of that karma.

  Jade

  The sound of my phone ringing jolted me from my sleep, and assuming it was Adrian’s ass, I let it ring before it went to voicemail. I wasn’t feeling well and I didn’t want to talk to her ass. I’d called off from work, planning to go to the doctor and then sleep all day, getting my strength back for the meeting with Chaz in a couple days. My lawyer and I had a strategy, and if Chaz didn’t want to help pay my bills, he was gonna be sorry as hell.

  My phone started to ring again and when I snatched it from the nightstand, I saw it was Hudson calling. We got together a couple more times and had sex since the first time, and it was like the nigga was sprung. He was always trying to take me out or come over and chill, but I let him know I only wanted him for his dick… if I wanted dick at the time. Not to mention, I’d stupidly agreed to be in a full on committed relationship with Adrian, but convinced her that we had to keep it on the low until Chaz’s and my marriage was dissolved.