PPP Box Set

by Charmanie Saquea

"Nigga, my own mama don't own me," I said mad.

  "Well I ain't ya mama, so shut that shit up and fix ya attitude shorty," he said, making me look at him.

  "Whatever," I said closing my eyes.

  Lord, what type of nigga is he? I hope he don't try shit because I will kill his dumb ass in a second.

  Ashton

  “She really just gave a nigga the pussy like that. I ain't even mad though cause I am one good looking nigga,” I thought as I looked at her. She wasn't going nowhere and I'll be damned if a nigga try to hit that other than me. Shit, I'ma have to make her wifey and keep her by my side.

  "Whatever," she said closing her eyes.

  "Whatever my ass. You know you like me girl, so quit playing and just go with it," I said closing my eyes.

  I fell asleep and when I woke up she was watching TV.

  "Good morning baby girl," I said kissing her.

  "Whatever," she said waving me off.

  "Look, why you mad baby?" I asked as I wrapped my hands around her waist. “Look, I’ma wash ya clothes and we can go get something to eat and talk,” I said getting dressed.

  "Look, just wash my shit so I can be out."

  Bitch had the nerve to be mad.

  "You ain't going nowhere girl. I said I’m taking you out to eat and that's that," I said putting on my shirt.

  I headed to the living room and gathered up her clothes then put them in the washing machine and went back to the room.

  "Why you so controlling nigga?" she asked with an attitude.

  "I ain't controlling. I just want to get to know my future wife, but she over here acting funny and shit," I said making her smile.

  "Ain't no future for us so get that shit outta here." She rolled her eyes.

  "Yeah right you know ya ass is in love with a nigga already." I laughed at her and she just smiled.

  "Whatever Ashton," she said and her phone rang.

  "What's up Mr. Watts?" she said with a serious face.

  "Yes I got the money. I will have it for you by three o'clock," she said hanging up.

  "How much you gotta pay him?" I asked.

  "Five thousand," she said, mad.

  "I got you don't trip," I said lying down with her.

  "What you mean you got me?" she asked looking in my eyes.

  "That's my daddy and you ain't working for that nigga no more," I said plain and simple.

  "Ya daddy? Aww hell nah! You are Ashton Watts?" she said sitting up mad.

  "Who you think I was, stupid? I told you my name last night," I said.

  "I wasn't thinking," she said.

  "Oh well, it's too late now." I laughed.

  My daddy would be so mad if he found out I was fucking one of his workers but I don't even care.

  "Look, you done with all that drug shit," I said laying back down.

  "See, you are so fucking controlling, nigga. I ain't done with shit, nigga. I get it how I live and you ain't stopping me," she said mad.

  "My girl ain't about to be selling no drugs so get that shit outta ya head and you about to be living good if ya play ya cards right so chill out," I said ending the conversation.

  "I am not your girl nigga," she said with an attitude.

  "We will see," was all I said. Shit, she was going to be a challenge, but I liked that.

  Tacari

  After my clothes were done, he took me to eat. I admit he was a bit controlling but I liked that shit and the way he kept calling me his girl had me weak. I got to know him better and he was actually pretty cool once his ass stopped talking shit. He really thought I was his girl and that was crazy to me.

  "You ready to go?" he asked me when we were done eating.

  "Yeah," I said standing up.

  He paid and we walked out hand in hand. He kept opening doors and shit like a gentleman. It was cute, but I knew he was just putting on an act.

  "Where you want to go?" he asked when we got in his car.

  "Home so I can pick up that money," I said getting comfortable.

  "How about this, we swing by and I pay my dad then I can take you shopping and we spend the week together," he said seriously.

  "I don't think so. Just drop me off," I said, then gave him directions.

  He dropped me off and kissed me then let me go. I headed inside and grabbed my shit, changed my clothes and walked outside. There he was, still parked outside and waiting with a smile on his face. Lord, it was going to be a long day. He just didn't get it and it was making me mad.

  "Took ya ass long enough," he said, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me towards him.

  "You just don't get it do you nigga? We are not together so get ya hands off of me," I said and he kissed me deeply.

  "You just don't get it baby. I ain't going nowhere, so hop in and let’s go. We got shit to do," he said, opening the door for me.

  Like he said, I got in and we left. He paid his father and took me shopping, and then we headed to his house. I admit, I wouldn't mind being his girl but his attitude needed to change. We talked some more and then he asked me if I wanted to be his girl. I said yes so the nigga could shut the fuck up and he did. This was going to be a long week.

  Ashton

  I don't usually take females to shop, but shit, she had weird taste and I needed to fix that shit. I mean her Left Eye Lopez thing was cute but too boyish for me. I made her get some normal clothes. She said she wouldn't wear them but I can change her mind. After we were done shopping we headed back to my house and chilled for a while. She was so fucking rough and rugged but that's what I liked most about her. Then there was that smart ass mouth. I couldn't take it she always had something to say.

  "What's up with ya smart mouth?" I said sitting down and pulling her into my lap.

  "I ain't got a smart mouth. I just speak freely and niggas ain't used to it. See, a bitch think if they do what a nigga say then he will love them. I say fuck love, where is my respect?" she said, making me laugh because it was true.

  "You right but you too cute for all that. I like my girls silent," I said just waiting for her smart ass comment.

  "Well find a new bitch, cause I hold my tongue for no nigga," she said smiling at me.

  "But I don't want to. I like you," I pouted like a bitch, making her laugh.

  "Well then deal with it nigga," she said, kissing me.

  "I will for now but, I need you to go get dressed right now. We're going out," I said pushing her off of me.

  "I ain't got nothing to wear," she said, standing up looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

  "I just bought you some clothes," I said, looking at her like she was stupid.

  "Them clothes are uncomfortable as hell, man, and I ain't wearing no damn thong," she said, making a silly ass face causing me to laugh at her.

  "Come on let me help you out," I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her into my room.

  "Why can't I just wear my jeans and crop top?" she said as I picked up a dress.

  "Because where were going there is a dress code," I lied.

  "Fine!" she yelled at me.

  "Look, go take a shower and when you come back put this on," I said laying out an all red tight fitting dress that I made her try on earlier with a pair of white high heels. I didn't know if she could walk in them, but her ass better try.

  When she left, I got in the shower and did my thing then hopped out and found some clothes. I threw on a red Karl Kani shirt, some jeans and a jacket with some Timbs. As I was putting on my shoes I heard a thud so I got up to look and Tacari was on the floor.

  "What happened?" I said, looking at her trying to stand up.

  "These damn shoes. I ain't wearing them," she said mad. I didn't give a fuck about the shoes. She didn't have shit on but a bra and thong. I approached her slowly then grabbed her arm and pulled her body close to mine. She smelled just like kiwi and I loved it.

  "You smell good," I said, kissing her neck.

  "No, I smell disgusting. All that fruity smelling shit you got," she said, ma
king me laugh.

  "Whatever," I said, pushing her on to the bed. I took off my jacket and shirt then got on top of her. Kyree could wait until later.

  "Boy what are you doing?" she said as I kissed and sucked on her neck.

  "Don't ask no questions you already know the answer to," I said, undoing her bra.

  "Nigga, move we got somewhere to be. You ain't getting no pussy and you can't have this whenever you feel like it," she said, laughing and getting off the bed, damn near breaking her ankle in the process. I just laughed at her, but I was really mad at the same time. Shit, she got my dick hard and wanna say I can't get none. Shit, I’m getting some tonight. She got dressed and had an attitude toward me about how she looked and shit.

  "You look good baby," I said admiring her.

  "I look like a hoe and where the fuck am I going to put my gun?" she said mad.

  "You look good so shut the fuck up, damn. And you don't need a gun. I got you," I said lifting up my shirt.

  "I don't trust you," she said, stuffing her gun in her bra. I laughed and laughed until I couldn't anymore.

  "Trust!" I laughed again. "I fucked you twice on the first night and I even busted a nut in ya, so let’s talk about trust baby girl. For all we know you could be pregnant with my child." I laughed and next thing I know, she punched me in my face.

  "Pussy ass nigga, I should kill you," she said, jumping on me trying to kill me.

  I rolled over and pinned her down to the mattress and just smiled. Mylip was bleeding so I licked the blood away and kissed her stupid ass.

  "That's the second time today you made my dick hard," I said, pressing up on her so she felt it.

  "Fuck you bitch, I’ma kill you once I get up!" she yelled as she squirmed around under me.

  "That's exactly what I am going to do when we get home. I’ma fuck that attitude away," I said letting her up. “Look, play nice with the other children and everything should go well,” I said, holding her hand.

  She had a major attitude but I didn't care. We walked to the car and I opened her door and helped her in.

  "See, this ain't going to work. My ass keeps showing and shit," she said pulling the dress down as she got in.

  "Just make sure it don't next time cause if I see a nigga checking, I’ma kill his ass. I know you don't want a nigga’s life on ya hands," I said getting in.

  I started the car and made my way to The Platinum Club to meet Kyree and his people. When we pulled up Tacari had a fucked up look on her face and put her head down.

  "Is there a problem?" I asked her.

  "Yeah, there is. I ain't going in there so see ya later nigga," she said, getting out of the car and walking.

  "Tacari!" I yelled as I caught up to her. "What's wrong?" I asked as I grabbed her hand.

  "My brother Shadee works here," she said, shocking me.

  "Yo, that's my nigga, I’m sure he cool," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and walking to the entrance.

  "Look, I ain't trying to have y'all out here fighting and shit. Plus, I can't even get in this joint. I’m only seventeen, remember?" she said as we walked.

  "His bitch ass ain't gone do shit, and don't trip about ya age," I said walking to the entrance. "Yo, what's up Big?" I said to the security guard.

  "Mr. Watts," he said, letting us in with no problem. Tacari made a surprised face as we made our way in.

  "You want something to drink baby?" I asked her.

  "I don't drink," she said over the music.

  "I meant like a soda or something." I laughed.

  "Yeah, a Pepsi is cool," she said nodding her head to the music. I got her a Pepsi and myself a henny then we made our way to the back where my people were waiting.

  "What's good fam?" Kyree said, shaking my hand.

  "Chilling, where everybody else?" I said, sitting down with Tacari. I had one arm around her and the other on my drink.

  "I don't even know," he said, and that's when I seen this nigga Shadee walking up looking beyond pissed off.

  "Yo, what's good Shadee?" I said nodding my head.

  Tacari

  I was sitting there with Ash and some other nigga just drinking my soda while Ash talked and then my stupid ass brother came over. I knew something was about to happen so I just stayed silent and acted like I wasn't there.

  "Yo, what's good Shadee?" Ash said nodding his head to him. Next thing I know, Shadee slaps my soda out of my hand and grabs me by my arm.

  "Get off me Shadee before I fuck you up nigga," I said. Then he slapped me and I fell to the floor.

  "Yo get the fuck up off my girl," Ash said pulling out his nine and pressing it to Shadee’s side.

  "Nigga you think that shit makes me jump. Get the fuck out of here, pussy ass nigga." He laughed at Ash.

  "No but this will," Ash’s friend said, putting the gun to Shadee's head.

  "Nigga pull the trigga! Just know I’m taking my sister with me you fucking rapist," he said, mad. I stood up and punched his ass.

  "This is my life nigga so stay out of it, pussy," I said, walking away crying. My lip was busted and I had Pepsi all over me.

  "Don't bring ya hoe ass home, bitch," he said then I heard him yell in pain. I didn't even look back to see what they did to him. I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up. While I was in there, bitches were talking and running their mouths like it was no tomorrow.

  "Yeah she looks like a fucking hoe. Where did he get that tramp ass bitch from? Y'all looked way better together, Riri," a dark bitch said, walking in with her friend. I guess they didn't see ‘the tramp’ cleaning herself up.

  "Yeah we did look good together and Ashton can do way better than that. I mean, ugh that bitch ain't shit. Milk and oil don't mix at all. Black ass bitch," her light skinned friend, who I’m guessing is Riri, said.

  "Milk and oil don't mix?" I said, putting down the paper towels I had in my hand.

  "Excuse me?" she said looking at me.

  "I said, ‘Milk and Oil don't mix.’" They just looked the other way and started talking.

  They didn't pay me any mind as I took off my heels and earrings. These bitches were about to get it.

  "I guess I will start with Milk," I said, grabbing the light skinned bitch, Riri, by her hair and slamming her into a mirror as hard as I could.

  She clawed at my hands trying to get her weave loose. I kicked her in the face and started punching her in the face while her friend screamed for me to let her go. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled as I slammed her head into the mirror. She was knocked out so I turned around and flinched at her friend.

  "Ha, bitch, milk and oil are mixing tonight. Ya black ass is gonna be right there with that milky ass bitch!" I said, kicking her in her stomach and pulling her to the floor.

  By now all of the people that were in there ran out. I got on top of her and started fucking her face up as she punched me with one hand and pulled my hair with her other. I give her props because at least she fought back, unlike her friend. I felt a searing pain on my face and I realized this bitch cut my eye.

  "You done fucked up!" I yelled, slamming her head onto the floor.

  She passed out and I stood up and kicked her ass in the stomach repeatedly until someone grabbed me.

  "Get the fuck off me, pussy ass nigga," I yelled.

  "Chill out baby girl. Look, we need to go now. Shit done popped off and I ain't trying to get locked up, so let's roll," he said, putting me down and pulling me out of the bathroom.

  Everything was all fucked up. The music was loud and people were screaming and running. I was wondering what happened but I kept following Ash. We made our way to a back room then up some stairs and out a back door. I was out of breath and didn't want to run anymore so I stopped.

  "Come on Tacari, the car is only a block away," he said, pulling me by my arm as we ran.

  We finally made it to the car and I damn near passed out. I was huffing and puffing like the fucking big bad wolf.

  "You ain't gonna tell me wh
at happened?" I said as we got in the car.

  "Ya brother’s stupid ass friend drew down on my boy Kyree, so I had to blast the nigga," he said, taking off his bloody shirt.

  "What friend?" I asked, hoping he didn't say my cousins, Rosco or Dee.

  "This nigga named Qwan," he said, and I let out a sigh of relief. I was glad it wasn't one of my cousins.

  "I told you I didn't want to go in there, but no you didn't listen with ya stupid ass. Now this dumb nigga done kicked me out the house. Where the fuck am I supposed to go now? Did you think of that?" I said, using a part of his shirt that didn't have blood on it to clean my face. My eye was bleeding badly and I was pissed off.

  "Look, I’m sorry. I needed to handle some business and I didn't think it was a big deal. I’m sorry, shit. You can stay with me if you want and put that shirt down. I don't want you to get ya eye infected," he said, pulling a first aid kit out of the glove compartment.

  I threw the shirt in the back and started to clean my eye while he drove.

  "So what the fuck happened to you in the bathroom?" he asked while driving.

  "I guess Milk and Oil don't mix, Ashton," I said with an attitude.

  "Yo, where the fuck did you hear that shit?" he said, stopping the car and making me drop the first aid kit and everything inside to the floor.

  "Some light skinned bitch and her friend. I think her name was Riri, that's what the bitch called her," I said, mad. He looked at me then started to drive again like I didn't just see his whole facial expression change when I said her name.

  Chapter 3

  Ashton

  “I really just killed a nigga in front of more than two hundred people,” I thought, shaking my head. I really fucked up big time. I needed to really lay low for a long time and I couldn't believe what shorty just said to me. "Milk and Oil don't mix." I shook my head again and kept driving until I got to a friend of the family’s.

  "Come on, we gotta get ya eye fixed baby," I said, opening her door and helping her out.

  I locked up the car and we made our way to the back of the house. I knocked twice then three times and the door unlocked.

  "I ain't going in there," she said, looking at me funny.