"Damn, remind me not to fuck this up. I love my life too much," I said seriously. I ain't no bitch or nothing, but she is fucking crazy. "Where is ya pops anyway?" I asked.
"In max with twenty-five to life, with no possibility. He killed my mom’s dirty ass cause she was fucking my uncle," she said like it was no big deal.
"So that's why it’s you, ya brother and sister?" I asked.
"Shadee ain't my real brother. He was adopted with his bitch ass. Mama thought she couldn't have kids so she got that nigga. Then she had me and my pops’ side piece had Nekea and we became one big happy family. That is until mom’s dirty ass fucked my uncle and got her ass capped," she laughed.
"That's fucked up," I said shaking my head.
"Not really. I never liked her cracked out ass anyway. Shit, she never taught me shit. My daddy raised me. I guess that's why I’m so fucked up," she said, shaking her head. I felt bad for her. I mean I love my mama and I don't know what I would do without her.
"So he taught you how to shoot niggas like that," I joked.
"Yup, at the age of ten. Bull’s-eye every time baby," she bragged.
"You ain't better than me though," I said making her mad.
"I ain't never met a nigga that could shoot better than me and you ain't no different," she said with an attitude.
"You wanna bet on that?" I said pulling a stack from the glove compartment and tossing it on her lap.
"I would, but as you can see I’m broke," she said, tossing the money in my lap.
"You just afraid to lose that's all," I said tossing it back at her.
"Don't shit put fear in my heart," she said smiling. I turned the car around and headed to the range. When we got there, her smile lit up like it was Christmas.
"Alright baby girl, this is how it's gonna go, I win you gotta give me a show when we get home," I said getting out the car. She got out and followed me to the entrance.
*****
"I guess I’m getting a show tonight," I said showing her my target.
"Think again buster," she said showing me her target. I couldn't believe it. She had a perfect cluster of kill shots.
"Man, I won so let’s go," I said, mad.
"You know I won nigga so hand over the cash," she said, extending her hand to me. I placed a dollar in her palm and left out the door. She followed me mad as hell but I didn't care.
"Ash, you better pay me," she said as we got in the car.
"I will when we get home baby," I said starting the car. We got home at about eight o'clock and she was mad at me. She looked cute when she was mad. I got her bags and put them in my extra room and took off my clothes getting ready to take a shower.
"Bitch ass nigga," she said coming into the room.
"Man, it was a tie Tacari and you know it, so give me my show and I will give you ya money," I said pressing play on the stereo and pulling out two stacks and fanning them at her as “Red light Special” by TLC played. She started to strip slowly while grinding on me and I was loving it.
Take a good look at it
Look at it now
Might be the last time you'll
Have a go round…
When she had everything off, I couldn't help myself but to go at it again with her.
Chapter 5
Tacari
"I can't do this no more Ashton," I said getting out of bed. My legs were sore and I could hardly move at all. Him and his stupid games. He knew I won and I knew it. He just wanted to be a dick.
"I know. We can wait until tomorrow to finish this," he said, getting up and sitting next to me.
"Nah, fool I need at least a week," I said seriously and he just laughed and wrapped his arm around me.
"I don't know about all that. Shit, I might die if I don't get it," he said, kissing my neck.
"Well rest in peace, motherfucker," I said laughing and getting up to take a shower.
"Yo, really Tacari? I thought you loved me and now you wanna see me dead baby?" he said as I turned the water on.
"Listen here Ashton. I only love two niggas and you ain't one of them so shut the fuck up," I said, a little too harshly.
"My bad. Shit, I didn't know it was a sore spot for you, baby," he said hugging me as a tear fell from my eye. I quickly wiped my eyes and got in the shower. I slathered my body in soap and rinsed off then left Ashton in the shower alone. I got dressed in my pajama pants and a sports bra then started to unpack my shit. I put all my clothes in the closet and sat down and started looking through my other bag. I put my pictures on the wall and looked around then smiled because it felt just like home. Then I noticed one was missing so I looked back in my bag and there it was. I picked it up and just stared at it.
Ashton
I don't know why I felt bad but I did and Tacari was mad at me now. She took a quick shower and left me all alone. I stayed in the shower a couple of more minutes just thinking about what I did to her. I mean, I didn't understand it. All I said was love and she started crying like I said something wrong and shit. I got out and made my way to my room then put on some sweats and headed to talk to Tacari.
"I miss you baby. I still can't believe it’s been three years. I really can't. Since you been gone everything has been a mess in my life, Shadee keeps kicking me out, my daddy ain't wrote me in about six months and Nekea, don't get me started on her baby, she is a mess. I wish you were still here with me. I should have never let you go that night. It was all my fault Gotti. I got you into all this shit. If it wasn't for me you would be alive..." She cried while looking at a picture. I knocked on the door softly and she put the picture down and wiped her eyes.
"Everything alright Tacari baby?" I asked as I hugged her.
"Yeah, I’m good baby," she said, faking a smile as she hugged me back. I picked up the picture of her and the nigga I saw earlier in her room and she snatched it with an attitude.
"Don't ever touch this again!" she yelled at me.
"My bad, Tacari. I’m sorry," I said letting her go and kissing her cheek. She was still crying and pulled away from me.
"It's cool, just don't touch it again," she said taking one of my picture frames off of the nightstand. She took out the picture that I had in there and replaced it with her picture then sat it back down.
"Who is he?" I asked curiously, even though I knew it had to be an old boyfriend.
"My first boyfriend. Well, my only boyfriend. After him, I gave up on niggas," she said lying down.
"What happened to him?" I asked.
"We were supposed to go pick up some shit from ya daddy and nem one night and I told him I couldn't go, I had shit to do. I told him to wait for me but he said if we didn't go that night then we would have to wait a couple of days because he had football practice. I said well go by ya self and meet me when ya done," she said crying.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I got him killed. Some niggas we robbed a week earlier got him and gave him ten, one in the head and nine in the back. I wish I was there, for real man. I would have killed each and every one of them niggas. I don't even care if I would have died, at least we would have been together," she said as she wiped her tears. "It was all my fault, Ashton. I was the one who got him to rob them niggas with me. I needed the money to help pay the rent and buy groceries cause Shadee wasn't handling his business and I needed to feed me and my sister," she said angrily.
"I’m sorry Tacari," I said. I mean shit, I didn't know what to say to her.
"Don't be Ashton. I’m the one who needs to be sorry. He was only seventeen man, his eighteenth birthday was coming up. His mama didn't even let me come to the funeral to say goodbye. Everyone blamed me for his death. I lost all my friends and everything. You know what though? I found one of the niggas and killed his ass just like they did my baby Gotti," she said, aiming her finger at the wall and squeezing her finger like a trigger. I did the math in my head and counted back from 17. She was only fourteen or fifteen at the time. Now, I see why she was so rough dealing with
all that shit. First her mother, then her boyfriend. She had a crazy life.
"How long were y'all together?" I asked.
"A year but I knew him since birth," she said.
"How many bodies you got?" I asked because I have at least a dozen and I didn't start killing until I turned at least eighteen. Shit, I held my first gun at eighteen.
"Way too many to count," she said shaking her head at me.
"I feel you Tacari," I said, laying my head on her stomach.
"How many you got?" she asked me.
"Same as you, way too many," I said and she laughed.
"So that's why you were mad at me?" I asked.
"I wasn't mad I just... I ain't gonna lie, I was mad," she said laughing.
"Well, I ain't gonna bring that up anymore baby, but one day you will love me and that's for real," I said, smiling as she rubbed my head.
"If you say so Ash," she laughed.
"I know so baby, shit I will be damned if you don't love me like I love you," I said without even thinking. I shook my head at that. Why did I just tell her I loved her like that? I just met her and that's what is crazy to me. I actually feel like I love her and it’s only been three damn days.
"That's the second time today you said you love me, you know that Ashton?" she said kissing me.
"My bad I didn't mean to," I laughed.
"It's getting kind of late and I’m sleepy," she said, getting under the covers.
"What the hell you doing Tacari?" I said, picking her up and taking her to my bed.
"Boy put me down!" she yelled, so I dropped her on the bed.
"Good night baby," I said, getting in bed and wrapping my arms around her.
"Good night Ashton," she said, closing her eyes.
"I love you," I said, kissing her neck and closing my eyes.
Shadee
I just got home from work and I needed to sleep. It was after one. After I parked the car, I made my way to the door and there was blood everywhere. It looked like somebody died. I shook my head and continued walking upstairs to our apartment. When I got inside, Nekea was laid up with her daughter and baby daddy so I just headed to the back room to see if Tacari came home with her fast ass. When I opened the door, all her shit was gone. It was completely empty. I walked back to the living room and looked at Nekea and she didn't say shit.
"Where is Tacari?" I asked.
"She left with some light skinned nigga. So can I have her room?" she asked me like it was nothing.
"When was this?" I asked her.
"About five o'clock," she said, waving me off. I started to walk to my room then I remembered the blood on the stoop.
"Yo what happened outside? Why is there all that blood on the stoop?" I said, going back into the living room.
"Ohhh. See what had happened was Tacari broke up with Tati and Tati went and told Mook some shit. Mook tried to step to Tacari's new boyfriend and Tacari shot his ass in the knee then left his ass leaking on the ground," she laughed and I shook my head. Tacari was just like her dumb ass daddy, always poppin niggas for nothing. One day the bitch is gonna end up in jail or dead like her dumb ass boyfriend D'Angelo Gotti. Stupid bitch fucks up everything she touches with her dumb ass. She lucky mama ain't alive to beat her ass.
“Why didn't you stop her stupid ass?" I said, mad.
"So she could beat my ass? No fucking way José! Last time I said something to her she broke my damn finger and gave me a black eye," she said and I shook my head. Tacari needed her ass beat. She’s lucky that I didn't knock her ass out last night and Ashton, he is lucky he had Kyree’s bitch ass. I’ma kill that fucking pussy ass nigga.
"Yo, y'all sister be blazing niggas like she untouchable and I heard last night her new nigga is Ashton Watts. You know who his daddy is, man?" Nekea's baby daddy Shareef said.
"That fine motherfucker was Ashton Watts! Damn, why do these niggas like her dyke ass? I mean shit, D-Gotti was too fine for her, and Ashton! Lord have mercy! What I would do to him," she said laughing.
"Bitch don't get fucked up!" Shareef said mad. They started arguing so I just went into my room and lay down. I really was going to kill that nigga and her stupid ass.
Chapter 6
A Week Later
Ashton
I haven't been out of the house in a week and it was really getting to me. I had shit to do and people to see. Currently, I was washing me and Tacari's clothes as I cooked dinner because Tacari act like she was too good to eat takeout with her stuck up ass. I was making meatloaf, corn, and homemade macaroni and cheese, a nigga couldn't fuck with that box shit. I had just put the macaroni in the oven when Tacari came into the kitchen messing with me. For her to have never had sex before, she sure did love it. I mean, like damn, she wanted to fuck all the time and shit. She had a nigga wore out. I couldn't take that shit.
"It smells good," she said, kissing me.
"I know," I said like I was the shit.
"Boy whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and walking to the table.
"You wanna go out tonight or something?" I asked as I sat with her.
"Nah," she said plainly.
"What you mean nah, girl? We been in this house all fucking week," I said, mad.
"So? I just don't feel like going out. This week has been so peaceful and relaxing and I want it to stay that way," she said smiling.
"Relaxing my ass. I ain't had time to relax all week and you know it. Every time I get comfortable you come and start fucking with me tryna get some dick. Matter of fact, I thought you was a virgin but you act like you been fucking for years and shit," I said dead seriously.
"That is not true, and I was a virgin nigga. Don't sit here and act like you don't be bugging me too," she laughed.
"Whatever Tacari. Come wash ya hands so we can eat," I said getting up and going to make our food. I made our plates and we ate dinner peacefully without talking. After dinner, I headed to go get dressed. I didn't care if Tacari didn't want to come with me, I was leaving this damn house. I found a long sleeve thermal shirt and some jeans, then took my shower. When I got out, Tacari was fully dressed and waiting. She had on a dress and her natural hair out in a curly ponytail that stopped just below her shoulders.
"Damn, we just going to Kyree's house, Tacari," I said laughing.
"You could have said something nigga," she said taking off her heels.
"Nah keep that on," I said, kissing her. At least she knew how I liked her to look now.
"Alright, well hurry up and get dressed nigga," she said, rushing me. I headed to my room and picked out something that looked nice so Tacari wouldn't feel uncomfortable and overdressed. I put my clothes on and headed in the living room to get my keys.
"Tacari! Come on," I called as I headed to the door. I got in the car and started it then waited for her slow ass. She came out and got in the car talking shit like always.
"Look, I don't care if we going to ya people's house nigga always keep ya strap," she said, tossing it into my lap.
"Man this is family. I don't need this," I said putting it away.
"Alright but don't say I didn't warn you Ashton. I always keep mine. Never know what's gonna pop off," she said, turning up the music. She was always so paranoid about everything I did, always making sure I did this and that. Like damn, I’m a grown ass man. I shook my head and started to drive.
Kyree
"Kyree! Get ya stupid ass up man!" my baby mama Deja yelled, waking me up out of my sleep with her stupid ass.
"What the fuck you want bitch!" I said, getting up off the couch. I swear her ass be doing that shit on purpose.
"Come get ya damn daughter nigga!" she yelled at me as I walked in the room.
"Why the hell you yelling with yo stupid ass?" I asked as I picked my daughter up.
"Cause this damn girl don't listen with her bad ass and I’m leaving, so bye," she said, grabbing her bag.
"Hold up bitch where you going?" I said, pulling her back into the room by her arm.
"And you taking Nicole with you. I had her all week while yo hoe ass ran the damn streets. You think spending a few hours with her today was something? Well it ain't so pack her a bag and spend the week with her," I said taking my baby in the living room with me as I waited for Deja to pack her stuff.
"You gotta go with mama today, baby." I said, kissing her cheek.
"Why?" she asked sounding sad.
"Because mama needs to spend time with you baby," I said, hugging her.
"But daddy, I don't like mommy. I want to stay with you," she said, crying. I felt so bad for her but she needed to spend time with her mother. Out of the three years that she has been alive, Deja has only been around for a year. I don't regret anything I have done in life except fucking Deja. But if I didn't, I wouldn't have my princess.
"Look baby, if mama messes with you just tell her to bring you home, ok? Then you will never have to see her again. I pinky promise," I said, holding out my pinky and she shook it. Deja came out of the room with a backpack and grabbed Nicole.
"I’m only keeping her for three days, Kyree," she said with an attitude.
"Look, you better not touch my baby and if I find out you left her with any of ya people's, I’ma kill you bitch," I said, smiling and kissing her cheek as I whispered in her ear so Nicole couldn't hear.
"Bye daddy," Nicole said, kissing me.
"Remember what I said baby," I told her as she left. I closed the door and hopped in the shower. Tonight I was going out. I have been in this damn house all week doing nothing. After my shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to find something to wear. As I was looking for something to wear, I heard the door so I put on some boxers and headed to the door. I opened it and it was my cousin Ashton and that bitch he met last week. I didn't like this little bitch and I didn't even know her yet.
"What's up cuz?" I asked.
"Shit just came to chill," he said, coming in while holding her hand.
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