Shooting Blindly in the Dark

by Nicole Jackson

  “Alright, keep talking,” I warned her, as I licked my lips. “Matter of fact, bring ya ass on, ‘fo I leave ya ass here.” I stepped off. Her ass came running after me.

  “Baby, wait,” she whined.

  My nostrils flared. “Farrah, I can’t be dealing with this shit every other day, main. If you say you with it, then be with it. Arguing over her is stupid as hell. You’ll drive yourself crazy worrying about what’s going on between me and her.”

  “But don’t be so dismissive of how I feel, either. You and I both know that I got my reasons for not trusting you around her.”

  “Okay,” I nodded. “But who am I with, though?”

  Her gaze fell down to the floor. “Me.”

  Using my index finger, I lifted her chin. “Don’t do that, man. Kaydoa and Farrah…let that be ya only concern. Alright?”

  “Okay,” she agreed with a little pout.

  “Alright, man,” I sighed. “Come on, let me drop you off.”

  ******

  I pulled up onto the block, and noticed all these niggas hanging outside the trap, making that bitch hot. It was too many heads out there, and scenes like that was like practically begging the laws to come and kick some shit in.

  As I pulled into the yard, my eyes scanned the area, until they landed on Jasmine. She was standing in the grass, smiling all in some nigga’s face. She had lost her rabid ass mind, standing around in some blue denim booty shorts, with her ass cheeks hanging out, in the middle of the winter no less. Her little cut off tee stopped right underneath her titties, revealing her red bra. She had a fresh hair do. It was some deep wavy shit hanging down to her waist with a part down the middle. It gave her a China doll look with those tight ass eyes, but ole girl was on one.

  Hopping out of my car, my mug was on mean. Everybody looked up, as I slammed my door shut. “I’ma need you niggas to move around,” I declared straight off the muscle. Yeah, I knew every nigga out there, but that didn’t mean shit.

  “Kaydoa, my nigga, it’s like that?” Toke questioned.

  I frowned. “Man, I need everybody to move around. Unless everything else is shut down in here yall niggas can’t just be dry hanging out here.” I let him know. “And you,” I pointed at Jasmine. “Let me fucking talk to you right now!” I stomped into the house.

  She came twisting her way inside, with a attitude.

  “The fuck is up with you?” I went in.

  “Aint nothing up with me,” she twisted her neck. “You the one rolled up on the scene, tripping.”

  “The fuck is all them niggas doing out there, Jasmine?”

  “A fight broke out a few houses down. They was all on the block, looking at it. After the drama died down they all kind of chopped it up with me, and we all ended up in the yard.” She threw her hands on her hips. “The same shit that be happening when you here.”

  “Get the fuck outta here with that shit,” I waved her off. “And what’s up with you and this nigga Tuka?”

  She raised both brows. “Now, I see what this shit is really about. After kicking it with wifey all fucking day you wanna come tell the side bitch to stay in line, right?”

  “There you go with that stupid shit!” I barked.

  “No, nigga, there you go! Don’t worry about what the fuck I be doing. You got a bitch at home. Remember that.”

  “So, you aint my bitch?” I furrowed my brows.

  She tilted her head. “Sometimes the bullshit that comes out of your mouth amazes me. So, you just gon stand there and profess to having two hoes like it’s nothing?”

  “Hoes?” I scrounged. “I wouldn’t use that word,” I waved my head, as I reached into my pocket. “I can’t see myself buying a hoe this,” I brandished the long black box.

  “What’s this?” her jaw dropped, as she took the box. Snapping it open, she saw the tennis bracelet I’d snatched up for her. “Damn,” she glanced up at me. “Daddy, this is…this is…this is the shit!” she smiled from ear to ear.

  “I know,” I grinned, glad to see her happy. “Put it on.”

  She held out her wrist, “You do it for me.”

  Doing as she asked me, I placed the bracelet on her wrist, and snapped it in place. As she stood admiring her gift, Monay barged into the house.

  “Black Reign, where did you get that from?” her mouth formed a O. She glanced at me holding the box, and put two and two together. “Damn, Kaydoa! You doing it like that? I just saw that exact same bracelet at Jared’s and they wanted almost four racks for it. Hurt’s cheap ass told me to wait until next month.”

  Jasmine gave me a funny look. “You spent that much money on this?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, it aint nothing.”

  “Aint nothing?” Monay jumped right in. “Shiiiit, that’s more than something. That’s a ‘I love your hood rat ass, Black Reign aka Jasmine’ kind of gift. Kaydoa, let me find out you in love and shit.”

  I slightly snickered, as I waved my head. Leave it to Monay to come trying call a nigga out, turning the situation into more than it was.

  “But you didn’t have to spend that much, Kaydoa. For real.” Jasmine spoke up. I swear she and Farrah were opposite in every way possible. Nothing was enough for Farrah, while Jasmine asked for nothing. So, you know I had to give it all. It didn’t matter how much it cost. I wanted to see it shining on her wrist, and blind these hoes. I couldn’t be shining and shit, while she wasn’t.

  “Aye,” I lifted my chin. “What did I say? This the type of shit you should be rocking. You aint like these other broads out here. It’s time we separate ourselves from the rest.”

  “That’s his way of saying, ‘when you see her know that’s me’.” Monay interrupted, as usual.

  I smiled, “There you go.”

  “Aww, daddy,” she cooed, as she rushed up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I let her kiss me all over my face, as I gripped her ass. “I love you,” she whispered in between kisses, as she made my dick hard.

  “Say, Monay, hold it down for a second,” I announced over my shoulder, as I guided us to the back of the house.

  Me and Jasmine were all over each other, as we fell back into the full size bed in unc’s guest room. “Just sit back and relax,” she commanded, as she pulled away from our kiss. Slowly, she eased out of bed, and stood on her knees. I sat on the edge of the bed, as she pulled my dick out, and immediately started sucking.

  I gripped her hair, as she went to work. Soon, I was fucking her mouth, as she took it all down her throat. Eventually, I had to pull away, because I didn’t wanna nut just then. Still, I let her take control, as she undressed herself, as well as me, and hopped on this dick. I gripped those bouncing breasts, as she hopped up and down.

  “Umm,” she moaned, grabbing my hand, and licking my finger.

  “Shit,” I gritted, as I slapped her ass.

  “Uhhh,” she panted, as she arched her back, and worked her booty. I smiled, because she was getting a little loud, and there were still people right outside.

  “Bring that ass here,” I growled, as I flipped her over, and commenced to beating that pussy up.

  “Awww!” she screamed.

  I pounded into her harder and harder, causing her to belt out all kinds of notes.

  “Wait! Wait, Kaydoa!” she placed a hand on my chest.

  “Nah,” I waved my head. “You gon keep dealing wit that nigga Tuka?” I smashed into her. “Huh?”

  “Umm, no.” she tucked her lips into her mouth.

  “I can’t fucking hear you?” I ventured deeper.

  “I said no!” she shouted.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” I gritted, as I continued to punish her.

  For a whole hour we exchanged fuck faces, until I let loose in her. I chuckled, as we exited the room, and found Monay, Hurt, Trace and Foo sitting in the living room. They were all laughing, and I was too until I realized what they were really laughing at. Farrah stood in the doorway, looking crazy.

  “What’s so funny, Kaydoa?” she snarl
ed.

  “Man,” I cut my eyes at Jasmine, as she sat down. I knew she was just being nosy, because she’d just told me that she was about to go take a shower. “What you talking about?”

  “I’m over here,” she waved, as she caught me looking at Jasmine. “And again, what’s so funny?”

  Once again, my eyes ventured to Jasmine. She was sitting with her arms folded, displaying a look of amusement. That bracelet was sparkling on her wrist, and was almost impossible to miss. I know Farrah saw it…but she aint say shit.

  “Nothing, man. Come on,” I pulled her hand. “Let’s go outside.”

  “What were you and her doing coming from the back together?” she fumed, the moment we stepped out onto the porch.

  I tugged at my jeans. “Discussing business. Now, what’s up?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I need a little money to go out with my cousins.”

  I nodded, as I stuck my hand into my pocket, and pulled out a knot. Counting out two hundred dollars I handed it to her. “There, man. Go enjoy yourself.”

  “Oh, I will.” She smiled, as she kissed my cheek. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.” I grumbled, as I watched her scurry back to her cousin’s Malibu. She hopped into the car, they high-fived each other, and then off they went.

  I shook my head, as I stood there for a second. Right then, I really saw shit for what it was. Everybody had their own agendas. Farrah had accepted the fact that I was fucking Jasmine. She had to, because there was no way that she believed the explanation I’d just given her. I guess she was going to roll with it, as long as I provided what she needed. It was fucked up, but it was all good. That just made me feel better about continuing with what I had no intentions of stopping. Farrah was gonna create a monster, and she just couldn’t see it.

  Black Reign

  “You want a little hair in your face or no?” Shan asked, as she styled my hair.

  “Umm,” I poked out my bottom lip. “Just let the hair frame my face. Ion really need none right in my face.”

  Shan nodded, “I got you.”

  “So, what are yall little rowdy asses doing for Christmas?” Paris questioned us. She was Jay Rock’s wife, and a bitch we all strived to be like. The bitch rocked Gucci and Prada to wash fucking dishes, for God’s sake. She had the perfect caramel complexion with a cute little shape. She didn’t have a huge ghetto booty, but what she had worked well for her. She was sooo pretty, but had a real head on her shoulders. I knew the bitch had something special going on to have a man like Jay Rock. He was a few years older than us, and we saw him damn near as a legend, and she was his queen. He moved mountains for that girl, and I’d do anything to have it like her.

  “Me and Lil’ Hurt gonna be between my mama’s and his mama’s. And then we going to a party,” Monay bragged.

  I rolled my eyes, because I honestly didn’t know what I was doing. My mama had been seeing some young nigga who was barely twenty-three years old, and she was going to his family’s house. Shit, I had yet to get a invitation to that, and I didn’t believe one was coming. Her bringing her old ass kids would be just a reminder of how much older she is than ole boy. And then I didn’t even wanna get started on Kaydoa. Every time somebody brought up Christmas around him, he’d clam up like he hated that they’d mentioned that day in my presence.

  “What you doing, Black Reign?” Paris asked. “While yo ass sitting over there all quiet and shit.”

  “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I probably come over Monay’s mama’s or something.”

  “Oh,” Paris nodded. “No plans with the boo?”

  Just as she asked that damn question I noticed Farrah in my peripheral vision, walking into the shop. “Hey, Shan, I’m next, right?” she asked. She was standing there with her long hair pulled into a ponytail. She had on True Religion jeans and tee with Louie loafers. Ever since Kaydoa had been seeing more money she’d stepped her little swag up. The bitch.

  “Yeah, you’re right on time for your appointment, hunny,” Shan nodded, as she placed huge curls in my weave.

  “Farrah, what yo ass been up to?” Big Tasha asked her, while she stood behind Paris flat ironing her hair.

  “Girl, nothing,” Farrah sighed, as she grabbed a seat. “I just been going to school, working, and dealing with that crazy ass nigga of mines.”

  “I hear you, girl. You and Kaydoa still going strong, huh?”

  Farrah daintily stroked her ponytail. “Yes, ma’am. His ass just dropped me off. He made sure my ass got here to get my hair done. You know how he is.”

  “Umm hmm,” Big Tasha pursed her lips sarcastically. “Yo ole spoiled ass.”

  Farrah wagged her tongue. “Hah hah hah,” she laughed. “I can’t help that my man is gonna make sure I’m good. Some of these other hoes just need to get themselves some standards.”

  Monay smirked, as she waved her head. While Paris lifted both brows, and gave me a look like ‘Bitch’.

  I shook my head, as I looked at myself in the mirror. I will admit that there was a point where I didn’t feel that I was pretty, but I guess I just wasn’t really seeing myself. Yeah, Farrah rocked her real hair, and it was long, and she was lighter, but that didn’t make her more attractive. The bitch was no better than me, and we were both fucking the same nigga. So, I tried to restrain myself from saying something, because there was no middle ground with me. If the bitch got out of pocket I was gonna body rock her ass in that bitch.

  “Ooh, and Big Tasha you coming out to my house? Me and Kaydoa hosting Christmas at our house this year. We gon have food and drinks galore…matter of fact, what time are yall coming through, Monay?”

  Monay looked like a fuckin’ deer caught in headlights. That’s why the bitch hadn’t mentioned anything about this party, until Paris asked. “Oh,” she hesitated. “After we go to our mama’s houses.”

  “Oh, Auntie Monique coming to our house, along with Mama Pebbles,” she referred to Kaydoa’s mama and auntie like they were really her damn family.

  I sat there, listening that hoe run her mouth, and I won’t say the shit didn’t sting. It was a cruel reminder that I was Kaydoa’s side bitch, and even with Monay being my girl, she had to carry Farrah a certain way. She talked all that shit about her, yet was going to a party at her house.

  “Okay, I’m done, Black Reign,” Shan let me know, as she removed the smock from around my neck.

  “Thank God,” I stood and took a long stretch.

  “Got damn, Black Reign. Look at all that ass. You got me jealous and shit. You make a bitch wanna run to the gym and do some squats.” Paris snickered.

  I glanced at my ass in the mirror. I was rocking some low cut Rock Revival ripped jeans with a cropped top that revealed all my stomach. Feeling like being messy, I grabbed my ass with both hands. “Girl, I know. My nigga act like he’s obsessed with this ass. He bought these jeans for me cause he said that he kept picturing my ass in ‘em. He done got to the point where he be acting like he gotta pick all my shit out.”

  “Black Reign, yo young ass it too damn grown,” Big Tasha spoke up with a smile. “And who bought you that bracelet? Cause that muthafucka is blinging.”

  “Who else,” Monay found her voice, and said.

  Shan shook her head. “You little youngsters are too much for me. Come on, Farrah, baby, I’m ready for you.”

  “Nah,” I waved my head, as I grabbed my Gucci bag. “These niggas are too much. Got bitches thinking their titles mean something. That nigga still gonna be up the next bitch’s ass.”

  Paris fell out with laughter, “Black Reign, yo lil’ ass is messy.”

  “That’s what they say, but these hoes out here can’t whup me.” I headed towards the door.

  “Black Reign, where you going? You know I rode with you,” Monay called out to me.

  On the cool, I was really thinking about leaving her ass. She could sit around for hours, and wait for Kaydoa to come get Farrah, or she could call her nigga. But that would’ve been w
rong of me. “Yeah, well, I’m going to my car.”

  “Alright, I won’t be too much longer.” She claimed, as Gina sewed her hair in.

  “Umm hmm,” I mumbled, as I left out the door. Before I was even at my car my phone was ringing. “I'm callin ya daddy, daddy. You done been good. But you can do better. I done been wet. But I can get wetter. Come and make it rain down on me.” There was only one person with that ringtone. “What?” I answered with a serious attitude.

  “You left the beauty shop yet?”

  I frowned, “Why?”

  “Cause I wanted you to meet me up the street so we can grab something to eat.”

  Under usual circumstances I would have been all for it, but sitting around grinning in his face was the last thing on my mind at the time. “What you trying to get something to eat with me for? Ya gal aint available? What, you trying to get ya lil’ quality time in with me since tomorrow’s Christmas?”

  “Man,” he stressed. “There you go.”

  “Exactly,” I breathed into the phone. “In fact…I’m good. I don’t want nothing to eat, so I’ll holla at you.” I ended the call. He tried calling right back, but I sent his ass straight to voicemail.

  I knew that he was gonna be pissed, but I didn’t give a fuck about how he was feeling. Really, I felt like saying fuck everybody. And I definitely wasn’t worried about spending the holidays with fake ass people. It was right then that I decided that I was gonna trap for Christmas. Fuck everybody, and just get money.

  Chapter 8

  Kaydoa

  “Baby, did you hear me?”

  “Huh?” I glanced up at Farrah.

  “Maybe if you put that phone down you could hear people talking to you,” she snapped, as I scrolled through my phone.

  I sucked my teeth. “Say, go sit yo ass down somewhere.”

  “Whatever,” she pouted, stomping off.

  I shook my head, regretting that I’d agreed to celebrate Christmas at our apartment. Everybody had shown up, and didn’t know how to take their asses home. I had promised to chill with the family all day without burning out, but I didn’t realize how hard that shit would be. Farrah was getting on my fucking nerves with her nagging, and Jasmine was on some other shit. She hadn’t been answering her phone, and the shit was pissing me off. On my mama, if I caught her with another nigga I was breaking her fucking neck. Real talk.