by Mz. Lady P
“Enough about me, what’s going on with you and Legs.”
“Same ole shit. Running the streets all day and staying out all night. I’m not used to motherfuckers stumbling in the crib all times of night and shit. I swear I hate that I ever moved out of my own crib. I feel so fucking alone in that big ass house. I’m so tired of him acting like he ain’t doing shit wrong. I almost want to catch the nigga doing something wrong so I can have a reason to leave his bowlegged ass. He gets on my last fucking nerve, but that’s bae.” We both started laughing and I could see King, Legs, Santana, and Na-Na walking towards us in the distance. Star and Blacky was catching a later flight because they both had to work.
“For a minute I thought that ya’ll was gone miss the flight.” I said to King, as he walked over and kissed me on the lips.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m ready to give you my last name.” We started to passionately kiss as if there was no one else in existence but us.
“Santana get the fuck out of my face before I go the fuck off in this airport.”
“Yeah, okay, and I watch I knock your tall ass out in this airport.” Santana brushed passed her, and went through the security checkpoint.
“Ya’ll only been fucking around for about two months and I swear ya’ll argue like an old married couple.” King said, as he shook his head and we all started walking towards the checkpoint to be searched.
“I can’t wait to get to Vegas bitch. I’m about to turn thee fuck up.” Na-Na said, and we all agreed because I most definitely planned on getting it in. This weekend was going to be epic and when it’s all over I will be Mrs. Kingston “King” Banks.
Chapter 14-Rika
The positive pregnancy test that I was holding made me be absolutely, positively, even more irritated with Legs. The last thing I wanted to do was be pregnant by this man. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him it was just that he wasn’t ready for a baby or a relationship. Not saying that he doesn’t love me or wouldn’t help me with our baby, I just hate that he doesn’t have time for me. It bothers me because he pulled me out of my comfort zone. I was fine running the streets and fucking with niggas when I wanted to. I let all that shit go because he promised me the fucking world. Now don’t get me wrong, I want for nothing and he makes sure I get whatever my heart desires. The only thing I want is for him to spend more time with me. At the same time what the fuck do I expect? I knew he was a street nigga before we ever decided to get involved, so I’m wrong for even expecting more of his time. In a way it’s kind of selfish for me to be mad at him when he goes above and beyond for me. It’s just that sometimes I want to go on dates or just stay in the house to watch Netflix and chill. Anyway that’s neither here nor there, I’m pregnant and I might as well get ready to break the news to Legs. A part of me wants to get an abortion, but I know Legs will never let me do that.
*****
“What’s wrong babe? Why aren’t you going out with the girls?” Legs was getting dressed as I lay across the bed. I was kind of in my feelings and I wasn’t going out.
“I’m pregnant Legs.” I got straight to the point because I wasn’t about to hold that shit in, because I hated how I felt inside. Mainly, because I shouldn’t be in my feelings about this situation, if anything I should be happy.
“For real Ma! Come here, man. He pulled me up from the bed.” I looked up and his eyes were watery and that made my eyes water.
“Don’t cry babe.” I reached up and wiped his eyes and he did the same for me.
“I can’t believe you’re about to have my baby. This shit completes us man. Let’s get married. I don’t want you having my seed and you’re not my wife.” I was just looking at him because I was speechless, but at the same time I was happy.
“Are you sure babe? I don’t want to rush anything.”
“Fuck that, we’re getting married.” Legs kissed me passionately and threw me back on the bed. We made love all night. It felt so good lying in his arms while he rubbed my stomach. I was nervous as I begin to overthink carrying a baby and being a mother to one. The more I thought about it, the happier I became. Hopefully, us having a baby and getting married will make him want to change the way he’s living. Lord knows I don’t want to lose him to these streets or the system. For now I won’t speak on it, but Legs really needs to sit down and realize that he needs to be a different man now that he’s about to be a husband and a father. I can’t wait to tell everybody my good news.
*****
“Good morning sleepy head. It’s time for you to get up. Siyah been calling every ten minutes so ya’ll can go get fitted for your dresses. I told her to let you sleep because I had wore that pussy out last night.” Legs said, as he glided his hand up my leg until he found my pussy opening.
“Yes, you did wear me out. You better fuck me like that while you can because once my stomach get big you’ll have to be gentle with me.” I bit my bottom lip as he worked his fingers in and out of me. My pussy was still sore from last night, but he was making it feel a lot better because of how gentle he was being. I felt myself squirting everywhere. I looked him in his eyes and he was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. He loves when he makes me squirt. He licked his fingers clean of all my juices.
“You so nasty babe.”
“I’ll be nasty for you any day. Come on let’s shower before Siyah bring her Bridezilla ass back to the room banging on the door.” As soon as the words left his mouth we could hear Siyah screaming my name from outside of the door.
“Let me let this crazy bitch in here before she get us kicked out of this damn hotel.” I kissed Legs and he headed to the shower while I went and opened the door.
“About time you popped the dick out of your mouth. We all waiting on you in the lobby; I have a full day planned for us. Bitch you got twenty minutes or we leaving your ass. Tell Legs that King said to meet him and Santana at the bar downstairs. Them fools drinking already and it ain’t even twelve yet.”
“Girl, I hope they don’t be acting all ignorant tonight. I don’t have time to be bonding their asses out of jail. Did your momma and daddy make it?”
“Yeah, they just arrived and got settled in their room. I wanted her to come with us, but Santana is paying her two stacks to babysit Mercedes and you know Nita ain’t turning down no money. Once we get our dresses I’m going to send the seamstress over with her dress to fit her for it. In the meantime bitch let’s ride.” Siyah left out of the room and I got dressed and ready to meet up with them.
Chapter 15-Siyah
Tears welled up in my eyes as I fit perfectly into the wedding gown King picked out. It was draped in Swarovski crystals. I could barely hold my composure because he had been surprising me all morning. When we walked into the bridal shop that was inside Caesars Palace him, Legs, and Santana were already sitting inside sipping champagne. All of our dresses were picked out by King himself and I was impressed. My baby said he wanted to make sure I had the best of the best. I had no intentions on wearing such an expensive gown at a damn wedding in Vegas, but King wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You look so fucking beautiful, ma.” King whispered in my ear and placed a kiss on my cheek. His LaCoste cologne smelled so good. It drew me in like a moth to a flame. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.”
“Thank you so much, babe. This dress is so beautiful. It’s like you know exactly what I like without me even telling you.”
“A king always knows what his queen desires. Dry your eyes and get dressed. Our dinner reservations at Ruth Chris is in an hour and I don’t want to be late.” King kissed me on the forehead and hit me on the ass. Him, Santana, and Legs all left out of the bridal boutique.
“You hoes make me sick to my stomach all lovey-dovey and shit. I think I need to get me a man. Sike!! I’m loving this single life, plus ya’ll fuck with some nutty ass niggas and the last thing I need is one that don’t care about shooting shit up.” Blacky said, and I just shook my head. I swe
ar this bitch was never going to give up on the fact that King had shot her house up. Then again I couldn’t blame her because I was still in shock about the shit. Like really, this nigga shot up this girl house looking for me.
“Fuck all that bitch, I want me a nigga. I’m jealous of these bitches walking around here getting spoiled by these niggas.” Star said, as she stepped out of her bridesmaid dress.
“Bitch please you and Blacky got enough niggas to last ya’ll a lifetime.” Na-Na said, as she stepped back into her romper.”
“I know right. I got a stain for everyday of the week and I fuck with him when I get ready. That’s the life.” Blacky has always been the one out of us who lived life without rules. I loved her care-free spirit, but at the same time I wanted my friend to settle down. After we were dressed we all headed over to the restaurant for our wedding dinner. It felt so good to have both my mom and dad here with me. I sat and looked around at everybody and I was so happy to be at this place in my life with all of the people that I love. Never in million years did I think this would be happening. I thought my life would never have any meaning outside Luca, but King came in like a thief in the night and snatched my soul from me. I never thought I could love like this. I became lost in a daydream as I stared at my husband to be talking baby talk to our daughter. This will be the only time a person will see King with his guard down. That nigga is hardcore twenty-four seven and I love that shit, despite the fact that his behavior sometimes scares the shit out of me.
“What’s good Siyah?” I jumped at the sound of a familiar voice. I was too scared to look up because I knew King was about to go ballistic.
“What the fuck are you doing here Gutta?” My mother said, before I could say anything.”
“Hello to you too, Ms. Nita. I see you’re still quite the mother bear.” Gutta was with his entourage of niggas as usual. He must have been back getting money because he was iced the fuck out and dressed to kill. I finally looked at Gutta in his eyes and I could see that he was on good bullshit. This nigga knew exactly what he was doing. At the same time he didn’t know that he was about to get the both of us murdered with this bullshit he is on.
“Can I help you with something my nigga?” King asked, as he placed his nine on the table. Santana and Legs placed their guns on the table as well. I began to shake nervously.
“We don’t want any trouble. I was just speaking to the lady. After all she won’t answer any of my phone calls. It’s like she’s forgot all about the nigga that made that pussy cry first.” It was pandemonium after that statement because all of these niggas started to humbug. King jumped up from the table and begun to pistol whip Gutta. Santana and Legs were also fighting the other niggas. My father had even jumped in and got in on the action.
“You bet not motherfucker!” I said as I hit one of the niggas over the head with the wine bottle, because I saw him getting ready to try and snake King. After that Rika, Star, Blacky, and Na-Na were all swinging and fighting as well. All of sudden I could hear my baby screaming along with Santana’s daughter Mercedes. I immediately stopped swinging and went over to grab her from my mother.
“This shit ain’t over nigga!” Gutta said, as him and his crew backed off and walked out of the restaurant.
“King I--.” I tried to explain, but he cut me off.
“Shut the fuck up, Siyah! Fuck is that dude calling you for? Take my daughter to the hotel and don’t step your ass out that motherfucking room until I say so!” He roared, as he flipped the table over. I was so fucking embarrassed and hurt at the moment. The look on everybody’s face made me feel low, but I hadn’t done anything so why did I feel so bad.
“Don’t stand your ass there looking stupid now. I distinctly told your ass to not have any dealings with Gutta. That motherfucker don’t mean you no fucking good A’Siyah!” My mother said, as she pointed her finger at me.
“I haven’t seen or heard from him since the club, ma!” I couldn’t believe she was sitting here chastising me about talking to some damn Gutta. That nigga could never make me fuck up my shit with King. As a matter of fact no nigga in this world could ever make me fuck up with my nigga. I love that man too much. All of my friends were standing, looking at me with pity and anger. I grabbed my daughter’s things, left out of the restaurant, and hailed a cab back to the hotel. I could’ve walked, but it was too hot to have my baby out in the sun. I tried calling King over and over again, but he wouldn’t answer. This was not supposed to be happening; we’re getting married tomorrow for Christ’s sake.
When I made it back to the hotel I headed straight to our room. Princess had fallen asleep and I was glad. I hated that she was so scared that she cried herself to sleep. I removed her clothing and put her on a sleeper. I walked over to the closet where my wedding dress was hanging and I unzipped the bag. I ran my hand over the many crystals. I was now afraid that there might not be a damn wedding after all. I swear I could really kill this motherfucker, Gutta. What the fuck is he even doing in Vegas? I zipped the bag back up and removed my clothing. I dozed off for a second, but the sound of the key card being placed inside the door made me sit up. King walked inside of the room with his hand wrapped up. His shirt had blood all over it. He removed the bloody shirt and started going through his suitcase.
“Please let me explain King!” I tried to reach out and touch his hand, but snatched it away from me.
“Don’t you fuckin touch me and don’t say shit. I don’t want to hear nothing out of your lying ass mouth. I have the right mind to slap the shit out of you for lying. I asked you who the fuck he was and why he was all over you. Your lying ass down played the situation. Lying ass bitch you gave that nigga your number. When were you going to tell me that he had been calling you? What, your slick pussy ass had intentions on meeting up and fucking that wack ass nigga? What, you missed that nigga making that pussy cry? I should fuck you up for trying to play me like I’m a sucker ass nigga. Bitch, you out here playing these ghetto ass games! I’m not the one to play with Siyah. I don’t know why you keep on testing me. Right now it’s a bitch floating in the Calumet River for fucking with me. Stop fucking with me okay, Siyah? I got some shit going on in my head right now. I don’t have time for this Dizzy Dora as shit you on.” I sat on the bed crying as he spoke so harshly to me. I couldn’t believe he was being this disrespectful. Granted I didn’t tell him that I had a relationship with Gutta in the past, but this is why. I knew that he was going to go crazy on me. At this point I was coming to my wits end with Kingston and all of this lashing out. I just didn’t know how much more I could take.
“Are we still getting married?”
“Maybe we will, maybe we won’t. Don’t wait up because I’m not coming back to this room tonight.” King said as he threw a fresh white tee over his head, kissed Princess on the forehead, and walked out of our suite.
*****
The next morning I sat up in bed feeding Princess. King never came back and I didn’t know what to say or do. My friends and my parents had been blowing my phone up all morning, but I didn’t want to talk to any of them. King was the only one I wanted to talk to.
“Where’s your crazy daddy Princess?” The sound of someone coming into the suite with the keycard made me jump up because I knew it was King.
“Oh, it’s only you.”
“Damn, that’s how you feel lil sis?” Legs said as he followed me back into the living room area.
“I’m sorry bro. I just thought you were King that’s all.”
“You know that nigga Gutta is up to no good. We both know how he get down. Please tell me you haven’t been fucking with him behind King’s back.” I looked at Legs like he had lost his mind.
“I can’t believe that you would even say that. I love King. There is nothing going on between me and Gutta. Yes, I gave him my number, but I never thought he would actually start calling me. That was stupid on my part. I should have told King that me and him had history when he asked me who he was. So, yes, in a way I was untrut
hful, but King has to understand that I love him. At the same time I’m losing my patience with him. His temper is out of control and I keep trying to calm the beast inside of him, but nothing is helping. Legs you know him better then me, what can I do to make him understand that I love him?” I didn’t even know that I was crying until I felt the tears falling down my face.
“Stop all that crying. That nigga knows that you love him. He loves you too and that’s the problem. King is used to being alone and doing what he wants to do. He has been through some shit in his life in regards to his upbringing. Right now he’s dealing with the betrayal of his parents. All he has in this world is you and Princess. He goes crazy if he thinks he’s losing his grip on you. King has never been in a actual relationship with a woman. This is the same nigga who fucked a different bitch everyday of the week and vowed to never get married. You came in and changed all of that. King is a real thug ass nigga, but you make him weak. That’s what he doesn’t want to show. That’s why he lashes out. King has to be in control of everything. I know for a fact that nigga loves you Siyah. At the same time you have to just be strong enough to deal with him. If you give up on him there’s going to be so much bloodshed in these streets.” I sat quietly taking in everything that he was telling me. I know that King loves me, there’s no question about it, but what more can I do to make him see that I love him and I would never betray him.
“Have you seen him?”
“That nigga is drunk sleep in Momma Nita’s room. We all got fucked up last night. Nita can still out drink all of us any day. I got a hangover fucking with her. Go get that nigga up. The wedding is in like three hours. I’ll keep my niece while you do that. I need to get my practice in anyway before Rika gives birth to our baby.”
“What baby?”
