Living for Love and Dying for Loyalty

by Mz. Lady P

  “Aja, I’m about to cum.”

  He tried to pull back so he wouldn’t release in my mouth, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted to catch all his seeds. After he came, I pulled my shirt over my head and straddled him. I rode him like a stallion. There was something about those sexy ass lips that I couldn’t stop kissing him. After making love in almost every part of the down stairs, I was completely worn out. Rahmeek, on the other hand, was nowhere near finished. He carried me upstairs to his bedroom and we took a shower together. As we laid in the bed, Rahmeek climbed on top of me and placed his dick gently inside of me. His strokes were slow at first but then his strokes became faster. My pussy was dripping wet. I felt like I had pissed on myself. The way Rahmeek was making love to me made me want to cry. He made love to my mind, body, soul, and I loved every minute of it.

  I felt great lying in his California King bed. Rahmeek had drifted off to sleep, but I was wide awake. I just laid there thinking about the night’s events. I couldn’t wait to call Niyah and tell her about this.

  The next morning, Rahmeek woke me up with breakfast in bed. He had made pancakes, sausage, eggs, and cheese grits.

  “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do all this.”

  “Of course I did. What type of nigga you think I am?”

  “I don’t know, but I’m very impressed.”

  “Well this is just a sample of what’s to come.”

  After eating breakfast we laid in bed for a while longer, I decided to leave because Markese had been blowing up my phone. Markese was probably having a fit because I always answer the phone for him. Rahmeek was definitely worth not answering the phone.

  “Why don’t you stay with me for another night?”

  “Baby, I can’t stay. I don’t have a change of clothes.”

  “Don’t worry about that. My Black Card is on the dresser. I have two cars in the garage you can drive whichever one you want. Go to the mall and shop ‘til you drop. You can have whatever you like.”

  “Are you sure, Rahmeek?”

  “I’m positive. I got a couple of moves to make. So, make yourself at home. I’ll see you later.”

  He kissed me and walked out the door.

  I couldn’t believe he wanted me to stay. Shit, he didn’t have to ask me twice. I was still concerned that we’re moving too fast, but I decided to take a chance for a change. I’ve been single for too long, and it feels good being with Rahmeek.

  Chapter 5 - Trish

  Markese is the best thing that has ever happened to me. We have been together for over fourteen years and are still going strong. He lived next door to me when we were growing up in the projects. My mom knew how bad their living conditions were. My mom loved Markese and Aja like they were her own. She would feed them and allow them to spend as many nights as they wanted. Markese was my best friend until the night I let him take my virginity.

  Gail was gone on one of her crack binges again that night. I heard someone knocking at the door. When I opened the door, Markese and Aja were standing there looking pitiful. I hated Gail for doing them like that. I invited them in and laid Aja in the bed.

  “Where is Ms. Tina?” Markese asked.

  “She had to work the night shift. I’m glad you came over. I was scared in here by myself.”

  “Let’s watch a movie. I’m nowhere near sleepy.”

  We decided to watch Straight out of Brooklyn. I ended up dozing off, but Markese woke me up and told me to go get in the bed. I was so tired I got in my momma’s bed. I was surprised when he got in bed with me. One thing led to another then my nightgown was up over my waist and Markese was in between my legs. That shit hurt like hell, but Markese made me feel so damn good. We were fourteen years old and didn’t have a clue what we were doing.

  From that night on, we made it a habit to have sex every chance we got. My mother never had a clue until I got pregnant. We had to come clean. We had no other choice. Gail didn’t give a fuck, but my momma did. She made me get an abortion. Shortly after that, my mom found out she had stage four breast cancer. She died four months after.

  I really didn’t have any family. Markese and Aja were my family. They moved in with me and we lived like a family. Markese started hustling and was really good at it. At the age of eighteen, he moved us into our own apartment. Fourteen years later, we own our own home.

  I own a Hair Salon. I have put my blood, sweat, and tears into making it a success. I spend all my time there while Markese is out hustling. We barely get to see each other, but we live well because we work hard. Since I had the abortion, I haven’t been able to hold any babies. I have had three miscarriages in the last four years. I really want to give Markese some kids. I believe that will make us complete.

  Lately, Markese has been staying out later and later. I’m starting to get upset about this. Every time I try to talk to him, he says he is out making money. I leave it at that because he has never given me a reason to question his word.

  It’s three-thirty in the morning and I can’t sleep for nothing in the world. I have been calling Markese all day, but he’s been sending me straight to voicemail and ignoring my texts. I finally heard the garage door open up and I was about to curse him out. I noticed he was good and drunk when he walked into our bedroom. I had the right mind to slap the shit out of him, but I’m not in the mood to fight his ass. I just gave him that look every man hates to see when he has fucked up.

  “Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?” He slurred.

  “Really, Markese? You got a lot of nerves asking me that. I have been calling and texting you all day with no response.”

  “I been busy all day, Trish.” Sitting on the edge of the bed Markese began to take his clothes off.

  “Busy doing what, Markese?”

  “We’re not about to play twenty questions. I’m tired as hell.”

  “Your ass is not tired. You just drunk as hell.”

  “Trish, please shut the fuck up.”

  “You shut the fuck up! As a matter of fact, go sleep in the other room.”

  I pushed Markese out of the bed so hard that he almost fell. “I don’t want your drunk ass in my bed.

  He stood up and put his finger in my face. “I’m for real. Stop playing with me,” he snapped. “Real talk.”

  I slapped his hand down out of my face. “What you gon’ do if I don’t?”

  “You know what, fuck this shit! I don’t want to sleep in here with your grouchy ass anyway. That shit is a big turn off.”

  “Coming in here acting like a drunk dick is a turn off,” I yelled right back.

  Markese grabbed the comforter off the bed and went into the guest bedroom to sleep. I didn’t have time for his bullshit either. I went right to sleep. I woke up the next morning to his iPhone vibrating on the dresser. My curiosity got the best of me, so I looked at it to see who it was. All I saw were some texts from Killa. As I was about to put it back down, an incoming call flashed across the screen from an unknown caller. I didn’t answer. Eventually the caller hung up. . The unknown caller called the phone right back. The phone rang only once. A female voice answered before I could say anything.

  “Markese, baby where are you? You’re late.”

  I instantly hung the phone up. My heart was beating so fast and I could barely breathe. Everything around me was moving in slow motion. I had to sit down to keep from passing out. I have never caught Markese cheating or anything. Not to say that he has never cheated on me he just did a good job of hiding it from me. I guess I got what I was looking for. I couldn’t confront him because he would know that I had been in his phone. I placed his phone back down and just crawled back into bed. He came in shortly after and got into bed with me. It took everything inside of me not to bust his shit or cry. He just climbed on top of me and spread my legs apart. I didn’t even put up a fight because it felt so good that I had to get into it.

  As he made love to me, he whispered in my ear, “I’m sorry, baby. I was tripping last night. I’m sorry for n
ot calling back. I just lost track of time.”

  My dumbass couldn’t do shit but lay there. “It’s okay, bae.”

  After he finished, he took a shower and left. The dick was so good that I was wore out and went back to sleep. I finally got enough strength to get up and get ready for work.

  Suddenly, the fact that Markese is cheating on me hit me like a ton of bricks. I need to find out who this mystery woman is. This is my husband. Maybe not on paper, but I got years in this shit. My biggest fear just came to the light and I’m not ready to face it.

  Chapter 6 - Markese

  I love my baby Trish, and I would never hurt her intentionally. Trish loves me flaws and all. She has been there for me since day one. I been living foul, and the way I been living can be a deal breaker in our relationship. I met Carmen through her father, Juan Rodriquez, who is now my connect. At first, he was against it until he found out she was pregnant with our daughter, Gabriella, who is five years old now. We also have a three-year-old son named Juan. I never intended on getting her pregnant. It just happened. Being a father is the best feeling in the world. I love my seeds more than life itself. Carmen is fully aware of Trish. She knows that Trish is first lady. I make it my business to be active in my kids’ lives. I always try to put them to bed at night, but it’s getting harder by the day. No one, except the crew, knows about my kids. I feel bad as hell because Aja doesn’t even know.

  It’s Saturday and I promised Carmen that I would spend the day with them. She is starting to get on my nerves, she getting too clingy. Don’t get me wrong, Carmen a down ass bitch as well. She’s the reason Juan and I are doing business together. Life is good for a nigga like me. Carmen and Trish are well taken care of. I have two of the baddest bitches; I can’t even complain. In house pussy and outside pussy comes with perks and pitfalls. I’m getting tired of living a double life. I think it’s time to come clean with Trish. On the other hand, I have a date with my kids. They make me forget about all the craziness.

  My kids almost knocked me over when I walked into Carmen’s house.

  “Daddy! Daddy! We missed you,” Gabriella said, jumping into my arms.

  “I missed you too, Daddy’s little princess.”

  “Hey Daddy, what about me?” Juan said, pulling on my shirt.

  “I missed you too, my little Superhero.”

  Entering the room, Carmen said in a seductive tone, “I missed you too, Daddy.”

  “Did you cook breakfast?” I ignored her last comment to keep from cursing her ass out.

  “Yeah, your plate is in the oven.”

  “Good. I’m starving. Plus, I need to go to the Towers to see what’s popping with Killa.”

  “No, Markese. Today is family day. You promised.”

  “I know baby. I’ll be back. Plus, I’m spending the night.”

  “What you gonna tell that bitch, Trish?”

  “Hey, watch your mouth. I told you about that shit!”

  “Look Markese, I’m getting tired of being the side chick. I’m the mother of your kids. Why you just won’t leave her?”

  “Bitch, I will never leave Trish, kids or not. You knew what it was from the jump. I got to go. We will talk about this later. You just made me lose my appetite.”

  “I’m sorry, Markese. Just eat your breakfast. You don’t need to be out on an empty stomach.”

  “I’m good. Tell the kids I’ll be back later.”

  “Yeah whatever.” Carmen had a sad look on her face

  “Carmen, I promise I’m coming back. Come here.” I kissed her on the lips and left.

  As I drove to the Towers, I felt like I really needed to get this out. Carmen has been doing too much lately. I need to cut her off. My phone started ringing. It was Juan wanting me to meet him at Nuevo Leon a local Mexican restaurant.

  So much for getting up with Killa.

  Chapter 7 - Rahmeek

  I was happy as hell when Juan agreed to meet with me. I made Juan a lot of fucking money. When I got popped off, I left in good graces. There shouldn’t be a problem with him putting me on again.

  “Look at you Rahmeek. I see you was in there pumping iron,” Juan said hugging me

  “There is nothing else to do when you in the joint.”

  “So, let’s get down to why you wanted to meet with me.”

  “I’m ready to get back on. I’m thinking of starting my operation back up in Gresham Courts, and I would like to start copping from you again. I already know you got the best product in the streets right now. Plus, you know that I’m good for it.”

  “I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t start where we left off at. It’s ironic that you have come to me with this proposition because I have someone that I would like for you to meet. I’m currently doing business with him, and he reminds me so much of you. He is all about getting money. There is just one thing I have to tell you about him. Carmen has two children with him and they are an item. I’m telling you this because I know the history between you and my daughter. I don’t need anything interfering with my money.”

  “No disrespect, but I don’t give two fucks about Carmen or any nigga that she fucks with. What me and Carmen had is over. Far as that man goes, I don’t have any issue with him. I’m all about my money as well.”

  “I just wanted you to be aware of the situation so that I won’t regret teaming you two up. Here he comes now.”

  Looking up, I saw a nigga walking towards us who was iced the fuck out. He had to be an out west nigga. They love flashing their money.

  Juan introduced us. “Rahmeek, this is Markese. Markese, this is Rahmeek.”

  I reached out to shake his hand, but he looked at it and turned his face up, like my hand was covered in dirt. “Naw, bro, I’m good. People don’t wash their hands these days.”

  As soon as those words left his mouth, I was thinking of ways to murk this nigga.

  “The reason I wanted you guys to meet is because I think we all can make a whole lot of fucking money if we work as a team. Markese runs Roosevelt Towers, and Rahmeek runs Gresham Courts. Why not team up and shut down the whole fucking city?” Juan said.

  “I understand all of that, but I’m trying to work strictly from the Westside. You already know me and my team go hard. We all good on this end,” Markese said in a cocky tone. “What he got going on don’t have nothing to do with me. Plus, he’s a Southside ass nigga and I don’t fuck with them period. I’m good only the Squad get money in the Towers.”

  “Nigga you don’t even know me. Plus, I don’t fuck with you west side cats. I’m all about my money. As a matter of fact, you can check my background.”

  “Trust me I already know who you are. I’m not impressed.”

  “Look both of ya’ll just need to calm the fuck down,” Juan interrupted us. “This is actually my choice, either your with it or you can cop from someone else. I have plenty of men who are dying to be in your shoes.”

  “You know what, Juan, I’ll hit you later. This shit is crazy,” I said.

  Markese got me heated talking all that tough shit. That nigga don’t even know who the fuck I am. I left the restaurant before the situation escalated. I haven’t been out of jail a good month, and this nigga about to have me going back for killing his ass. The only thing that calmed me down was the fact that Aja was waiting for me at my house.

  Damn, something smells good, I thought to myself as I walked through my house. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, my dick got hard Aja was sitting on the counter with nothing on but stilettos.

  “Do you like what you see, Rahmeek?”

  “Like it? Baby I love it.”

  Aja walked towards me seductively and got down on her knees. She unbuckled my belt and pulled out my dick. With one swift motion, she deep-throated my shit. She looked at me the entire time as she sucked my dick. When a woman is giving you head and look up at you...that shit will make nigga cum quicker than he wanted. Grabbing her hair, I fucked her throat until I came in her mouth and she swallowed all
my seeds. I can’t believe Aja only twenty and she’s a fucking pro at this shit. I pulled her up off the floor and lifted her up onto the island. After the way she had just sucked my dick, I had to return the favor. I spread her legs and dived in, sucking on her clit with no mercy. I fucked her with my tongue while playing with the pussy.

  “Oh my God! Rahmeek. Please don’t stop baby that shit feels good.” Aja bit on her bottom lip.

  “You like that, Aja?”

  “Yes baby! I’m about to cum!”

  I ate Aja’s pussy so good that when came, she was shaking like a leaf. I think I saw tears. After gathering herself, she led me up to the bedroom. Aja had all types of kinky shit set up. Lil Momma was with that freaky shit. Laying me down, she blindfolded and straddled me backwards. Aja rode me like a pro. I really underestimated her. I had to show her who was boss though. I instructed Aja to get on all fours and I entered her from behind. I rammed my dick in her pussy and began fucking her with no mercy.

  “Oh, Rahmeek, I can feel this shit in my stomach! It feels so good!”

  “Whose pussy is this, Aja?”

  “Mine.”

  I slapped Aja on her ass as I thrust in and out of her. “Whose pussy is this, Aja?”

  “Yours, Rahmeek! It’s all yours, baby.”

  “What’s my motherfucking name?”

  “Rahmeek!”

  “What’s my name?”

  “Oh, shit! King Rah.”

  “Yeah! That’s what the fuck I thought.”

  After fucking for what seemed like hours, we were both exhausted. We just laid there in each other’s arms. I usually don’t cuddle with a bitch after I fuck her, but Aja wasn’t some random bitch. I’ve never had a woman go to those lengths to please me. She gets brownie points for that shit.

  “Rahmeek,” Aja said, breaking me from my thoughts.