“Pull up right there, lil’ mama,” he instructed, as I pulled in front of a corner store.
I watched as he hopped out of his whip, and greeted his boys, who were all standing around, viewing the festivities. Every few minutes a new broad was approaching him. “Hey, Keyon,” they all swooned, while I sat with a grin. The scene was actually rather amusing.
I was giggling at some chick, who was falling all over him. She’d grabbed his dick two or three times, and he kept pushing her hand away. The bitch was beyond thirsty, and I’d recognized her face from a few local rappers’ videos. I knew the bitch noticed me sitting in his car, but that didn’t deter her. So, I eased out of his car, and strutted right up to them.
“Key, I’m getting bored,” I playfully pouted in a phony voice, mocking the girl.
Keyon chuckled hard, as he gripped my waist. “You silly.”
I posed for the hoe, as she stood there rolling her eyes. I was super-casual in my racer-back spandex red Lacoste dress with all gold Giuseppe’s sneakers. A little red Chanel purse with a gold strap was strapped across my body, killing that bitch’s whole Nike swag.
Taking me by surprise, Keyon eased his tongue into my mouth, as everybody looked on. I really didn’t take him as the type to show a public display of affection, but it was cool.
“Got damn!” Thirty-Eight chattered, as he watched us kiss. “It’s like that, Keyon?”
Keyon waved him off, as we both came up for air. I didn’t bother looking Thirty-Eight’s way. That nigga was probably high out of his mind. He was the biggest sherm head around, and I was shocked that Keyon didn’t know.
On occasions when me and Jazel would link up, we’d hit up Thirty-Eight’s spot, and get fucked up with him. For free. None of us exposed the other for the same reason. Keyon. Thirty-Eight knew that Keyon didn’t want a incompetent nigga working for him. Jazel knew that her big brother didn’t want her getting high. And I knew that he didn’t want a bitch that got lifted from his supply. So, we all kept our mouths shut.
“Damn, that’s a clean muthafucka,” Baby pointed, and we all looked up. I damn near shitted on myself, when I realized he was gawking at Kaydoa’s prize winning slabbed out candy green Cadillac.
“Hell, yeah,” Keyon agreed. “Them boys from the Ward be doing it. You know them, Jas?” he looked down at me.
“Probably so,” I played it off, as the whole green line swung down the street. I thought that I was in the clear, until one of the lasts cars at the end of the green line rolled their windows down.
“Black Reign!” Foo shouted.
“Shit,” I hissed, as I scrambled to Keyon’s Maserati, and jumped in.
With a scowl on his face, Keyon swaggered over to the car. “Say, main, what you running for?”
I nervously glanced at the Green Teams’ cars coming to a stop up the street. “I…I…I gotta go. Let’s just go. My baby daddy be tripping, and I aint got time for that.”
He scrounged. “Girl, don’t insult my manhood. That nigga don’t put no fear in my heart. And he aint gon do shit to you with me right here. That’s on everything I love.”
“And I hear you, Keyon. I don’t think for a second that you scared of him or any other nigga. This is just personal, and I can’t deal right now. So, can we please just go?” I pleaded. “For me?”
He sighed, before reluctantly giving in. “Alright, man.” He walked around to the passenger’s side, and slid in. “But as soon as you get to the crib I wanna know exactly what the fuck is going on between you and this nigga.”
“Okay,” I nodded, as I backed out of the lot. “You got it.”
******
“So, do the nigga be putting his hands on you or something?” Keyon pressed, as we lounged around in his bed.
“No,” I waved my head.
“So, what’s the problem? Why you be having that fear in your eyes when it comes to him?”
I took a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”
“I’m listening.”
“Okay,” I sighed. “Me and him have been beefing over some shit I did, before I even got with him. He’s been pissed about it, and was coming at me crazy. I’ve been living in a house that he paid for, and after a lot shit happened I didn’t feel comfortable there, no more. So, I been out here doing me. But out of nowhere he gets to blowing me up, and I know he’s coming with the bullshit. He probably wants to argue about our daughter, and I just aint ready to tango with him.”
He cut his eyes at me. “It’s some shit you aint saying. You sure that nigga don’t be putting his hands on you?”
“I’m sure,” I pursed my lips.
“So, why did yall break up?” he probed.
Closing my eyes, I uttered, “He cheated on me with a ex, while I was in jail.”
He sat up. “Wait a minute. When was you in jail?”
“A little while back. I’ve actually only been out for months. I did two years.”
“For what?” he furrowed his brows.
“I was caught with almost a quarter of a key,” I admitted.
“Damn,” he gasped. “I knew it was something different about you.”
I giggled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your whole demeanor. You not fazed by the street shit. With most broads I see that glimmer in their eyes when they look at me. They be infatuated with the cars, the clothes, the lifestyle. But with you…it seems like it’s a everyday thing for you. Like this is what you do. You know?”
I shrugged. “I guess.”
“So, back to you and this baby daddy,” he went on.
“Oh, God,” I rolled my eyes.
“He left you for dead to get back with the ex?”
“Umm,” I scratched my head. “Not exactly.”
“Then how was it?”
“Well…when I found out that he was fucking with his ex I broke it off with him. Him and that bitch had too much history to be casually fucking. I felt like it was a complete slap in the face, so I was done.”
Keyon nodded, seeming to process what I was saying. “I mean, what did you think he was gonna do, while you was gone for two years? Beat his dick every night?”
I pursed my lips. “Nigga, please. I knew my nigga, and I figured that he was gonna eventually fuck something. But to fuck her…he crossed the line.”
“So, why was fucking the ex such a big deal?”
“Because she had him first, and I interfered in their relationship,” I revealed. “And honestly, I felt like he used to really love her. Slowly, that changed, and I remembered how devastated the chick was. I felt like it was karma, and a gut punch to me. Sometimes you question if that person loves you more, or is it just lust. I began to think that maybe he just lusted for me, but really still loved her. And then I get out of jail, and he got the bitch practically raising our daughter. Then the nigga tried to act like nothing had happened,” I waved my head. “It’s just too much to explain.”
“So, is he still with the broad?”
I gulped. “Yep. They live together…with our little girl. Like a fucking family. While I cried myself to sleep at night. Questioning God. Asking why it hurt so bad,” I attempted to hold back tears, but failed miserably.
“Ay, stop that,” he reached over, and wiped my tears. “Don’t cry over that nigga. If he couldn’t appreciate you, that’s his lost. Fuck him,” he growled, as he pushed me back, climbing on top of me.
Feeling his hand on my kitty, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Yeah, fuck him.”
******
“You and these late night snacks,” Keyon chuckled, as he pulled up to a light.
It was three in the morning, and we were leaving Jack-in-the-Box in the Maserati. I’d been fiendin’ for some tacos, and had practically dragged him out of the house.
For the past few weeks, we’d been stuck like glue. Beyond handling business, Keyon was with me. I wasn’t sure of what was happening, but it felt good. I could talk to him about anything, and his aura was just so
inviting.
I hadn’t even gotten high. I was really beginning to think that I could get back on track, and handle my business, eventually. Keyon had me smiling from ear to ear, and feeling a sense of confidence that I hadn’t owned in quite some time.
“Hey, I gotta eat to live,” I snickered, just as a Buick pulled beside us.
“Get the fuck up out the car!” a vicious voice shouted.
Glancing to my left, I saw a nigga aiming, a nine millimeter at Keyon’s head.
“Move bitch!” the dude with a bandanna wrapped around his mouth roared.
I could see Keyon frantically feeling around beneath his seat, pissing the robbers off. “Make him run it or shoot that nigga!” the driver of the Buick ordered.
Time seemed to stand still, as the robber with the gun pointed at Keyon pulled the trigger. Click. Thankfully, the pistol jammed, as I reached into my purse. Pulling out my .38 I didn’t hesitate in aiming, and busting! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW! BLOW!
The robber’s body slumped to the ground, as his boy put his pedal to the metal, skirting off. Keyon burnt rubber past the light. “Damn, them bitches caught me slipping!” he vented, as he sped onto the freeway, although he lived just a few blocks away.
“He was trying to kill you,” I breathed, thinking about how fast both of our lives could’ve ended that night.
“I know,” his chest heaved up and down. “But you got that nigga. I can’t even front.”
“Yeah. Shit, it was him or us.”
“Real talk,” he nodded. “But if I find out who that other nigga is he’s dead. On my mama.”
“Most definitely,” my hands trembled, as I felt my heart race.
My mind was all over the place, as I felt him grab my hand. Interlocking our fingers, he kissed the back of my hand. “You my fucking good luck charm. A nigga need somebody like you on his side. That nigga…what’s his name? Kaydoa? Yeah, Kaydoa done fucked up now. He aint getting this back. No lie.”
Chapter 29
Kaydoa
“Baby, you see her?”
“Huh?” I glanced up.
“You see, Kaylah likes that little car,” Farrah pointed.
“Yeah, I see,” I smirked.
I was attempting to smile like everything was cool. But each day it was becoming harder to pretend. Wit Jasmine still out there somewhere, nothing felt right. In between hustling, and combing the streets for Jasmine I hadn’t been having time for nothing else. So, I’d allowed Farrah to sucker me into going to Zuma’s wit her and Kaylah. Truthfully, if it wasn’t for my baby girl I wouldn’t have come.
I’d been stressing like a muthafucka. Jasmine hadn’t made contact wit anybody, and if it wouldn’t have been for Foo spotting her at the block party a little while back, we was beginning to think that something had happened to her. Her going this long without seeing her child was beyond crazy, and I figured she couldn’t be in her right state of mind.
Foo claimed that he’d seen her jump into a red Maserati, and skate off. I was at a wits end as to where she could be, but something just wasn’t right. And the whole situation was taking a toll on a nigga. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or think properly. I couldn’t function. But I’d sucked that up to see my daughter smile.
“Daddy, I’m riding!” Kaylah rejoiced, as she waved her little hands in the air.
“Daddy, see,” I smiled at her.
“Okay, Kaydoa, stand next to her, while I take yall picture,” Farrah insisted.
Stepping next to the motioning mechanical car, I posed for the camera.
“That’s too cute,” Farrah swooned, as she glanced around. “Excuse me, mam. You mind taking us a picture?”
“Okay,” the older Black lady nodded, as Farrah handed her cell to her.
I stood there while Farrah orchestrated shot after shot. I’d stopped smiling a second ago, and I was about to go off. How many muthafuckin’ pictures did she need to take?
See, that was the shit that got on my nerves about Farrah. She wanted everybody to buy into this façade. She was constantly on social media, posting pictures of everything we did, no matter how insignificant. Almost like she needed to prove to the world that I was still her man. Every other post of hers was about me or Kaylah.
She couldn’t even enjoy the rest of the time at Zuma’s, because she was too busy posting those photos on Facebook, and Instagram. I welcomed the distraction, and enjoyed some one on one time wit my daughter.
“Daddy, this is fun,” Kaylah jumped up and down, as I held her hand. We were waiting to get on another kiddy ride.
“Daddy’s glad you enjoying yourself.”
“And daddy, can we go see my mama next? Huh, daddy?”
I swallowed. “We gon see her in a little while. Okay?”
“Okay,” she nodded wit her bottom lip poked out.
“Don’t look like that, baby. Anything baby girl wants, baby girl shall have. Daddy got you. We gon see mama real soon. Real soon.”
Black Reign
“Aw shit,” Keyon moaned.
I gazed down at his handsome face, as I rode his dick with no hands. I gripped my own tits, as I enjoyed him being deep inside of me.
“Ride it,” he slapped my ass.
“Umm,” I moaned, licking my own nipples.
“Damn, I love that freaky shit,” he confessed, gripping my waist. He was meeting my thrusts, as I fucked him into a oblivion.
“Shit,” I hissed, as he pumped into me. I felt myself contracting around him, as his dick throbbed inside of me.
We rocked together, until he we both had nothing left to give. Then I collapsed onto his chest. For several minutes we just laid chest to breasts, catching our breaths.
“I gotta go.” He palmed my booty with both hands.
“Okay,” I bounced my ass cheeks simultaneously, causing him to chuckle.
“You trying to make a nigga re-think that, huh?”
I smiled. “Ion know what you talking about.”
“Yeah, okay.”
Rolling off him, I sat up in bed. “Don’t let me stand in ya way, playboy. I know them hoes need their time too.”
He sat up as well, and cut his eyes at me. “What you talking about? I’m going to handle some business. I aint thinking about them hoes right now.”
I shrugged. “You aint gotta sell me no dreams, nigga. Give them broads their time. I’ma be here when you get back.”
Gripping my hair, he pulled me into him, roughly kissing me. “Why you trying to push me off on the next bitch? Huh? You aint fucking with me like that?”
I gazed into his eyes, but couldn’t find my voice.
“All I’m seeing right now is Jasmine. She’s the muthafuckin’ truth. Fuck them other hoes,” he spoke, causing a chill to ease up my spine. “We aint gotta put no label on this shit right now. And it aint because of me, either. We gotta get that shit that nigga took you through off ya back. But it’s team us around this bitch. Aint no other broad holding it down like you, right now. You the MVP.” He kissed me again, rendering my speechless. “And don’t go too far. When I come back I wanna chill with you. Be all up in your world. Is that cool with you? Can a nigga spend some time?”
I gave him a gigantic smile. “Yeah, a nigga can spend some time.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” he sniggled, as he rolled out of bed.
I sat, and watched him get himself together, before leaving the house. He had me on a natural high, as I grinned to myself. He had my spirits lifted, and I was feeling like I could finally face the world.
So, for the first time in a long while I logged onto Facebook. I hadn’t been using my phone much, and kept making sure that my GPS wasn’t activated. I didn’t want Kaydoa paying my ass any surprise visits. I had so many notifications from people voicing their concerns about me, and my well-being. I felt guilty as hell. My mama was going through it, talking about how she hadn’t heard from her child. My sister was acting like I was a actual missing person, steadily sharing my photos, asking ha
ve anybody seen me.
It took a whole hour for me to comb through all the various messages and posts on my page. Butterflies entered my stomach, as I finally clicked on Kaydoa’s page. The most recent posts from him were tagged from Farrah’s page. She was all over him, kissing and hugging…with my baby. They were at Zuma’s having ‘family day’, while they clung to my child like they’d created her together.
I found myself staring at my beautiful Kaylah. She was growing so quickly, and I could tell just from the pictures that she’d grown since the last time I’d laid eyes on her. I continued to scroll through picture after picture of Farrah with my daughter. There was one that stood out from the bunch. It was a photo and Kaylah sleeping on Kaydoa’s chest. It broke my heart that I wasn’t there to witness that precious moment with them. I was missing it all. And Farrah was living out my life…with my family.
It hurt my soul to read her caption for the photo. “Looking at my two hearts brings tears to my eyes. Some young women get their thrills from running the streets. Not me, though. I get all the joy in the world from being with my man, and OUR daughter. No, I didn’t give birth to her, but that makes her no less mine. These two makes every day worth living, and I just can’t wait for the day that I’m finally able to call him my husband. That’s right yall. He proposed!!”
For a few seconds, I think my heart actually stopped beating. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. He proposed? He was gonna be her husband? Their daughter?
I began to hyperventilate, as I cried. My hands became clammy, and I began to sweat profusely. I was losing it. I had to do something. I had to get high.
******
I sat outside of Kaydoa’s trap, trying to get my thoughts together. I’d been driving around for hours, trying to find some wet. There was a recent bust, and all the other people I knew were completely out. Thirty-Eight claimed that he only had his personal stash left, but I didn’t like being around him without Jazel present. His ass gave me the creeps, and Jazel was tied up with some nigga she’d just met.
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