by Lucinda John
“If we do this, you gotta be on point. I’m talking about the way you dress, walk, talk, all that.”
“I’m willing to learn; we need this. If we bust this lick successfully then we ain’t gotta do this shit no more,” she said.
“Cool, before we let you home girl and her dude in on the plan I’mma do my own investigation. I need to make sure he really don’t fuck with Murder and is down to take him out if need be.”
“I’m with it,” she replied.
“Why you ain’t fix me nothing to eat?” I asked her.
“Because you ain’t my man.” She sucked her teeth.
“So, if I was your man you would have had my dinner waiting for me?”
“Yup. I would have fed it to you too.”
“Go fix me something to eat, please, baby,” I begged.
“I’m your baby now?” she asked, blushing.
“Nope, but I’m still hungry,” I laughed.
“You play too much. Just for that, I’m making you a sandwich.”
“Make me some Philly cheesesteak subs with some fries,” I replied, smacking her on the ass.
“Eww don’t be touching me like that.” Mia frowned, knowing she was loving the attention.
Getting out of the bed, I went to take a shower then started packing my stuff. I was leaving early in the morning, even though Mia’s mom’s flight wasn’t scheduled to come in until noon. I wasn’t trying to get caught in here by her moms, so I had my things prepared for me to just grab and go. When I finished the last of my things, I laid back in the bed, with a blunt between my lips, scrolling through my phone. I had a few hoes on standby, but none of them was on Mia’s level, so all they got was dick and a few text messages here and there.
“About time you leaving,” she said, walking in the room with a plate in one hand and a soda in the other.
“I know you sad that I’m leaving.”
“Nah, I’m excited actually.”
“You gon’ come by and see the crib?” I asked, hoping she was serious about moving in with me.
“Yeah, I’ll slide thru, but you better not have no hoes running through that bitch.”
“Even if I did, why would you care? You got your own room. As long as no bitch enter your room, you should be straight,” I chuckled.
“You got me fucked up.” She sucked her teeth, and flopped down on the bed next to me.
“Why you tripping so hard over somebody you ain’t with?” I asked, taking a bite of my sub. I wanted to know if she was feeling me the same way I was feeling her. I kind of figured she had a thing for me, but I wanted to hear it out of her mouth.
“I ain’t tripping over you. I just don’t want no bitch walking in and out of a house I’mma be living in,” she said causing me to smile. The fact that she was considering living with me had a nigga feeling real good.
“I hear you,” I said, in between bites.
When I was done eating my food, I went in the bathroom to brush my teeth. Mia and I lay up in the bed pillow-talking about Murder. She was telling me everything she knew that could be beneficial to me. After a few hours of talking out part of our plan, her soft snores began to fill the room. I looked over at her and admired her beauty. She was looking sexy as fuck in her lose fitted satin night dress. I was tempted to flip her ass over and dig in them virgin guts, but I decided to control myself. For the first time since I’d been staying here with her, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in close to my chest. She must have felt my arms around her because she snuggled closer, causing her body to fit perfectly in my arms.
“Mia, you better take your ass to school,” I snapped the next morning. I was getting ready to head to my spot and Mia was set on going with me.
“It’s only one day, Ro, dang let me just come with you.” She begged.
“Damn girl why you gotta be so fucking hard-headed.”
“Because I’m Mia Denise Jefferson duhhh!!! She smirked.
“Hurry the fuck up and you taking your black ass to school tomorrow,” I replied, giving in.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She waved me off as she helped me carry the last of my things to my car.
Since the house was outside the hood, it took us about an hour and a half to get there. I wasn’t a fan of shitting where I laid my head. That was why I chose a place that was so far away from the hood. If anybody ever decided to come back after me, at least they wouldn’t have the slightest idea to where I laid my head. When I finally pulled in the driveway, Mia’s jaw was touching the floor. Hitting the garage door opener, I pulled my car into the garage then pressed the button to let the door down. I was too paranoid to park my car in front of the house, so I made sure to always use the garage.
“This place is off the fucking chain.” She squealed, as we walked through each room.
“You like it?” I asked.
“Ro, I love it.”
“Check out your room,” I said, pointing to the master bedroom. Since she was a female and needed the bigger closet space, I was ok with giving her the bigger room.
“OH, MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!” I heard her yell out.
“OH, MY GOD THANK YOU, RO!” she shouted, as she ran out of her room and into my arms.
“I take it you like it.”
“Make me want to go home and pack my things.”
“Cool. Check me out, I left it empty for you so you can decorate it the way you want to.”
“Smart nigga because if you would have had that bitch in my room touching my shit then it would have been a problem.”
“There you go, man come on so we can go to the grocery store,” I said, waving her off.
With the help of Mia, I unpacked my things and had all my shoes and clothes hanging in the closet, along with the other new shit I had Lucy buy me. When we were done, we got in the car and headed to Walmart for some groceries. Mia saw a few things that she liked for her room so she grabbed those as well. Three hours and five hundred dollars later, we were finally walking out of Walmart and a nigga was beat as fuck.
While Mia busied herself putting things in her room together, I sat on the balcony with a joint hanging from my lips. I had so much on my mind when it came to this Murder lick that I didn’t know what to do. A part of me was telling me to get this shit over with, grab Mia, and move to Miami, and get shit popping out there. Where the other part was telling me to steer away from fucking with Murder. It wasn’t that I was scared of that nigga, because he bled just like I did, it’s just that Mia was precious to me and I didn’t want her caught up in no shit like that.
“What’s so heavy on your mind?” Mia asked, taking a seat in my lap, catching me by surprise.
“I was thinking about this Murder lick. I don’t think we should do it.”
“Why?” she asked.
“The more I think about it, the more dangerous that shit sound. I’m far from being a pie ass nigga, but I ain’t even tryna bring all that your way. We good on money and we can just keep hitting up these small licks until I can get enough money to fuck with a connect and cop some dope. I got some other side shit bringing in money, so we straight.”
“Man, Ro, this shit is a easy lick. Just like every other nigga, a pretty face and a fat ass will be Murder’s downfall. Trust me, I got this,” she tried to assure me. “What, you scared I might fall for him?” she asked, hitting the nail on the head.
Part of the reason I didn’t want Mia to do this was because I knew working on Murder was going to be something that took time. It wasn’t going to be a two-day lick like the other ones were. She was going to have to get to know him, and possibly fuck him. That alone had a nigga reconsidering. I wanted Mia to myself. I didn’t want another nigga coming close to what I was claiming as mine.
“You ain’t got nothing to worry about Ro, you got that,” she said, placing my hand on her heart.
“I got what?” I asked, looking up in her eyes.
“That thing you holdi
ng on to. You been had it from the moment I laid eyes on you,” she said, before bringing her lips to mine.
“Chill,” I said, breaking our kiss.
“What’s wrong? You ain’t feeling me?” I asked.
“It ain’t even like that. Check me out; let me bring you home. I know your OG probably looking for you.”
“You tryna tell me you ain’t feeling me?” she asked me.
“Come on, Mia, man I got some moves to make. Let me get up with you later,” I said, getting up and standing her to her feet.
“Fuck you, Ro!” she spat, storming off.
I hated to make her feel unwanted, but I wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. Mia giving me her virginity meant that she would forever be attached to me. I didn’t want nothing more than to be with Mia, but with Lucy shelling out heavy dough, I wasn’t sure I was ready to let her go just yet. I didn’t want to take things there with Mia if I wasn’t going to commit to her one hundred percent. She deserved that much from me.
Mia had had a nasty unit on her face as I brought her home. I tried to make small conversation with her, but everything went ignored. I know the rejection was fucking her up in the head, but I needed her to understand it was nothing to do with her. I was in too deep with this getting money shit and I didn’t want to fuck shit up before we could even have a fair chance. If she would just listen to me I could have explained that to her, but she only drained me out with the K. Michelle songs that blasted from her Solo Beats headphones.
“Mia!!” I tried to get her attention as I pulled up to her house, but she wasn’t biting. Without saying goodbye, she walked out my car and slammed the door hard behind her.
I sat in my car and waited for her to walk inside, but she never did. She pulled out her car keys, hopped in her ride, and pulled off. Discreetly tailing two cars behind her, I followed to see where she was going. I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself if she was on her way to see another nigga in the whip I bought her. When she pulled up in front of Shanie’s crib, I waited until she went inside before pulling off.
As I sat in my quiet house, all I could think about is Mia and the time I spent with her. The whole two weeks I spent with her, I had grown accustomed to her. When my stomach started to growl, that’s when I realized I fucked up. Mia was so down for a nigga; she would have my clothes cleaned, dinner cooked, and a few blunts rolled for a nigga. Now, thinking back at things, we were basically together without physically saying it to one another. Picking up my phone, I tried to call her, but she must have blocked my number because I kept getting the voicemail. I made a mental note to drive by her block in an attempt to catch her. I couldn’t let another day go by with her being mad at me.
Mia
After crying my heart out to Shanie over Romeo’s dumb ass, I decided to head home. I was tired as fuck with a mean headache, so I just hoped my mother wasn’t on no bullshit. Hell, I prayed she was somewhere in some Indian’s casino gambling her life away.
“Who the fuck was that nigga you had in my damn house?” she said, the moment I walked through the door.
“Ma, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t try to lie to me. Ms. Dawn told me you had some boy walking in and out my house all type of morning. Who the fuck is he?” she asked, getting in my face.
“Mama, he was just a friend I was helping out.”
“I knew you was nothing but a whore, look at you; tight jeans with ya ass hanging out, tight shirt displaying your breast and shit. Nasty ass slut.”
“You done?”
“Nah, I ain’t done. Since you want to be grown where the fuck is the half of your rent?” She asked, with her hand out.
“I ain’t got it.”
“So, you can let a nigga lay up in here with you, but he can’t give you shit but a wet pussy? Dumb hoe!” she said, causing my blood to boil.
“Ma, I’m going to bed,” I said, trying my best to stay respectful.
“Not in my house you ain’t, especially if you ain’t got the rent money,” she spat.
“How much I owe you?” I asked, not really in the mood to argue.
“Eight hundred dollars.”
“Eight hundred? That’s more than three times your rent. You out yo mind,” I snapped.
“You think you grown bringing niggas to live in my house and shit, well I’mma treat your ass like an adult. You’re my roommate and if you can’t pay, get your shit and go!” she snapped.
I didn’t know where all my mother’s anger and hatred for me was coming from, but it was overwhelming. I so badly missed the old days when my mother loved and took such great care of me. Now, all she did was gamble and lash out on me when she lost all her money. Instead of arguing with her, I grabbed the roll of garbage bags and went upstairs to pack my stuff.
My mother stood in the doorway with a cigarette between her lips and watched me pack my clothes. Not once did reality strike her across her face for her to realize that she was at fault. She didn’t stop me from packing my stuff, nor did she apologize for the harsh words she spoke. Tears filled the brim of my eyes, but I was determined not to let them fall, as I grabbed the rest of my things and carried them to my car.
When I had everything, I slowly walked around the house with hopes my mother would say this was all a cruel joke, but she didn’t. It was then that I truly realized that my mother really didn’t give a fuck about me. I sat behind the wheel of my car and cried out all the pain and hurt I was harboring, due to my mother. All the times I went hungry, had to steal to survive, and didn’t have a mother to run to when I experienced my first heartbreak all played through my mind, as I cleansed my soul. Before I knew it, I was parked in front of Romeo’s house. I had no intentions on coming here, but it was as if my heart had a mind of its own. Even though he just made a fool out of me, that didn’t stop the feelings I had for him.
Since technically this was somewhat my house, since I had my own room and possession to a key, I decided to put my pride to the side and go inside. The smell of weed penetrated my nose as I walked up the stairs and to my room. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Romeo or anyone else for that matter therefore I just rid myself of my clothes and climbed between my sheets.
* * *
I woke up to the sexy scent of Oud Royal and a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist. When I looked over and saw Romeo, my first thought was that I was dreaming, and if I was, I didn’t want to wake up. I closed my eyes tightly savoring the warmth of being in his arms, afraid that it would be over soon. When Romeo shifted in the bed, I thought I was going to die. I felt his arms unwrap around me, causing my heart to beat loudly out of my chest. I wanted to scream out and tell him to hold me a little longer, but I knew good dreams didn’t last long.
A pair of wet, soft lips against mine had me going crazy. When I finally opened my eyes and looked up, a shirtless Romeo was staring back at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but he only used his lips to swallow my words. The kiss was everything; he tugged, bit, and sucked on my lips while sucking on my tongue. Never in my years of heavy make-out sessions have I’ve been kissed to the point where I was ready to slip off my panties.
“Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him grip my ass with both his hands.
He flipped me over and pulled me on top of him with our lips still connected to each other. I was on a different type of high, as his tongue took me to places I never been. My panties was soaking wet, and my kitty was begging to get touched.
“Why you blocked my number?” he asked, breaking our kiss.
“You pissed me off.”
“Are you still mad at me?” He asked, placing a single kiss on my lips.
“Something like that.” I blushed.
“What can I do to be forgiven?”
“Let us do the hit.” I replied.
“Come on, man, you still on that?” he asked.
“We gon do it, but I have to make a couple of things clear,” He
said, removing my shirt from my body.
“And what is that?” I asked.
“You belong to me. I swear if you can’t pull this shit off without fucking that nigga, let me know, because if you let him hit after I claim this shit, I’mma fuck around and kill the both of you.”
“What makes you think I’m yours?” I grinned.
“Because I’m about to be the first nigga to slide between them thighs,” he confidently replied.
“Just a few hours ago you wasn’t feeling me, now you ready to fuck,” I frowned.
“It’s not like that ma. I been feeling you, I just didn’t know how to approach you. I was some bum ass nigga sleeping in an alley and here come this sexy, smart, confident chick with a mean as body. I knew I didn’t stand a chance going after you. Now, I feel like I’m the nigga for you. After getting to know you and spending those two weeks with you, I can’t leave yo little ass alone. You got a nigga in his feelings like I’m some bitch,” he chuckled.
“It’s ok because I feel the same way,” I replied, kissing him on the lips.
As we were kissing, Romeo removed my bra and freed my breast. My heart rate began speeding up as he sat up and grabbed one of my erect nipples between his lips. He toyed with my nipples then sunk his teeth in them, causing a chill to run up my spine.
“Ooooooohhhhh ummmmmmmmm!” I moaned, as he took his time licking and sucking on my nipple. He rotated from one breast to the other, never missing a beat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I grabbed him closer, forcing him to suck harder.
He pushed me on my back and began sucking on my neck, while his fingers made their way down to my honey pot. When my shorts got in the way of him fingering me, he tore them bitches off, along with my panties, and tossed them to the side. The feeling of his finger penetrating me was painful as hell, but when he started rubbing on my clit the pain was a distant memory.
“Ahhhhhh SHIT!” I screamed out, when his mouth traveled down south.
Romeo was so talented with his tongue that he put Jerimih to shame. Even though I was still a virgin, Jermih ate my pussy and taught me how to top him off real good. While Romeo was going ham on my pussy, I flipped myself around so that we were now in a 69 position. I knew he was caught off guard, but the moment my tongue tickled his balls, he was all game.
