by Onyxx Black
“Go get Carter. Let him tell you who the fuck I am.” Speaking of the Devil, Carter stepped out of the club. He looked different outside of the referee shirt and slacks he always had on at work. Wearing a pair of black Levi’s, a black Polo shirt, and some black Timberland boots, he looked way more hood. His long dreads were tied in a knot at the back of his head and his face was neatly lined up as usual. For a nigga in his early thirties, he knew how to dress very young.
“What’s up CJ?” We looked at each other.
“CJ?” Carter smiled and told him to let us in.
“Carter J. Hardwick, is my full name. Everybody from Post Road to Haughville knows me as C.J. When I grew up the name stuck, but I prefer to be called Carter.”
I had never been in a club before. The lighting and setting was nice as hell. He led us to the V.I.P section, sat down and pulled Shauna on his lap. I sat on the longer couch across from them and was happy seeing them so happy.
“So, when did this happen?” I pointed between the two of them. They looked at each other and smiled.
“Remember that day y’all was being nosey?” He said as I rolled my eyes.
“Ha! That was funny. So how long was it, after that, that you decided you wanted to stop being scared and go ahead and wife up one of the baddest bitches in Nap?”
Carter busted out laughing. “Who else is bad?”
I stood up and did a spin. “Yours truly, but I’m not a basic bitch that needs someone to tell me that. I already know.”
Shauna waved her hand in the air. “Preach.” I laughed until I felt somebody walk up behind me.
“What’s good fam?” Kenyon slid in the seat next to me, after dapping up with Carter.
“Waiting on you to give me the word.” Kenyon was looking so damn fine in a simple pair of khaki’s, work boots, a black hoodie and his usual black and white Los Angeles Kings hat. He smiled at me with those pearly whites.
“So it’s your birthday?” he asked. Shauna cleared her throat from the other side of the table.
“Now it is. Happy birthday, bitch. You like my present?” She said and I couldn’t help but laugh at my silly best friend. Kenyon and Carter looked confused.
“No. It’s hers.” I pointed to Shauna who was mugging a group of females that were staring at us from across the room.
“Aye. I’ll be right back. Kenwood, let me holla at you for a minute.” Carter and Kenyon got up and left us sitting at the table by ourselves.
***
Kenyon
“What’s up?” Carter had pulled me to the side and was pointing at some bitch across the way.
“Why the fuck is she here?” I squinted until I saw Monica’s fat ass walking toward the VIP section.
“Looks like she’s about to check your girl, man.” The look on his face was priceless. I never seen my boy so lost over no bitch in all our lives. “Nigga is she pregnant?” I stared at her big ass belly as she walked up, talking to the ladies. They all looked calm, so I wasn’t worried about them beating her pregnant ass. Monica had a mouth on her and if it wasn’t for her contact I would’ve put a bullet through her wide ass a long time ago.
“Not by me! But that explains why she wanted to talk. She must think I want her hoe ass.”
I remember the day I told that nigga that his bitch wasn’t shit. C.J was too much of a good guy, being captain save-a-hoe that he thought he could change her thot ass ways. She played that nigga all the way to the left and smashed three of the homies at the same time. They recorded her and I had to keep Carter from busting a few rounds off in her. It was the wrong time and definitely the wrong place but had it been anywhere else, I would’ve gave him the gun myself. Here she was pregnant and all I could think about, while my boy was having a conniption, was which one of these mark ass niggas was the daddy. I made sure to pop two of them off top for disrespecting my brother but the third one got away. It was safe to say that I was the hot head of the two and Carter was the calmer one.
“Speaking of bitches, what are you going to do about TaNeeka? Why haven’t you taken care of her ass yet?”
I really didn’t know the answer to that. I guess I hadn’t had time to think about that and the condition of my team. My crew was falling apart and I couldn’t figure out what to do besides follow my father’s advice and cut those niggas off. I just needed a real good reason to do it.
“What happened to your car though? I saw that shit when I went outside.
“Some raggedy ass confederate flag flying son of a bitch was speeding and side-swiped the shit out of my baby.” He knew I was mad as hell. Tristan couldn't fix it until the next day so I was stuck.
“Not confederate flag. Nigga you don’t have any sense.” Carter said and busted out laughing.
I cut his laugh short and elbowed him in his side.
“Yeah and you know Monica doesn’t have any chill so you might want to take your black ass back over there.” Monica’s neck was rolling and I already knew nothing more than bullshit was coming out her mouth. Those Spanish bitches wasn’t nothing to play with.
“Nah, I’m telling you, Shauna can hold her own.” We watched for a few more seconds before we finally decided to go back.
***
Ashanti
“Why does she look so familiar? I swear, I just saw that bitch somewhere.” I looked up and there was the chick from Buffalo Wild Wings walking our way. I tried to remember whether I saw her belly the last time. She looked about five or six months pregnant.
The weed was definitely fucking with me. “Oh, I guess you think you got something, huh? Fucking with my nigga. Did he tell you I was pregnant?”
Shauna frowned up her face, looking from the girl’s feet up to her head, squinting. “Who are you again?”
The girl rubbed her belly.
“I’m Monica, C.J.’s baby-mama.” I hated when bitches referred to themselves as “baby-mama” what kind of woman said shit like that? I mean, the least they could do was say “baby’s mother” and have a little bit of class about themselves. I knew from the way she was wearing those distressed leggings and tube-top, she was ghetto; never mind the fact that she was smoking when I saw her earlier. Now she was pregnant at the club. In my hood we called females like that, trash.
“You say that’s Carter’s baby. From the way you’re dressed, I’ll say any nigga in here making minimum wage could be the daddy.” Monica looked like somebody had slapped her across the face.
“What did you call him?” She asked as I saw Carter and Kenyon walking back to the table.
“I said Car-ter, bitch. Can you hear? When four and five niggas are fucking at the same time it’s hard to tell whose nut landed where. Also, aren’t you, like, forty-five? Why are you here trying to find a father to your child?” Ouch. My bitch could be ruthless when pushed. Kenyon and Carter finally made it back to the table.
“Hey bae.” Carter bent down and kissed Shauna on the lips in front of Monica. He sat down and pulled her on his lap. Kenyon poured us all a drink and downed his in a matter of seconds.
Sipping his Hennessey, Carter looked at Shauna and nodded to Monica. “Is this your friend?”
Shauna took a sip from his cup and shook her head. “Nope. She says she’s your friend. Close friend.”
Carter looked her up and down. “Nah. What’s your name again?”
Looking defeated, Monica snapped, “Really? That’s how you are going to do me? Just fuck me and our son, huh? You know what? Fuck you, puto!”
“Last time I checked, I didn’t have any kids. Try that shit with one of these gullible niggas. NEXT!” Monica walked away and if looks could kill, my girl and her boo would be dead.
Unfazed and unbothered, Shauna and Carter were in their own little world when Kenyon scooted close to me on the couch.
“Who you all dressed up for? Gotti can’t see you. All those hoes down there got his attention. You up here getting me mugged by them hatin’ ass niggas.” He pointed to a few guys that were staring hard into the
VIP section.
“They just wanted to see some Jerry Springer shit go down. Who are you trying to hide from with that hat all the way down on your eyes like that?” I took a long swig from my drink. He laughed and pulled his hat up a little bit. Those light brown eyes, along with those high cheekbones and thick lips did something to me. His smooth caramel skin and all those tattoos. Damn. I thought back to the last time I’d got some D. My thighs clenched together. Yeah, it had been way too long.
“Nobody. I don’t have no reason to hide.” I laughed and we talked about life for what seemed like hours. Things were going good and I felt he had made one hell of a first impression. He was from the West side while I was born and raised in every place in between. Kenyon had been tight with Carter from childhood and he considered him a brother. Between the liquor, the weed and the conversation, I was sitting on cloud nine. Aside from Kenyon being a drug dealer, he had crazy book smarts.
“Do you dance?” I had to ask. There was something about a nigga that could dance, that I found attractive. He looked up at me like I had lost my mind. I guess he wasn’t one of them.
“Hell naw, I don’t dance.” Shauna pushed Carter’s head away from her neck and stood up.
“Nigga, do you see all this ass?” She spun me around and pointed at my butt. My mouth flew open. “I know your eyebrows wasn’t the only thing to shoot up, now either take her down there, post your hardcore ass against the wall and let her twerk it on you, or watch from VIP while she popping it on another nigga. We know you all thugged out and gangsters don’t dance. We get it already. What happened to you telling Carter what you were going to do when you sa--”
“Aye. Chill, man, Carter get your girl.” Kenyon jumped up and grabbed my hand, interrupting Shauna. His face was red and I couldn’t tell whether he was mad or embarrassed about whatever tea Shauna was about to spill. I made a mental note to ask her about that later.
“Come on.” I watched Kenyon swagger down to the floor, holding my hand practically pulling me behind him. I mentally checked off two favors I owed Shauna. Fuck up some commas, let’s fuck up some commas, yeah. Future instantly got me hype. Yo Gotti had gone to the back to take a break and the DJ was bringing everybody out to the floor. I winded my hips along with the beat, and popped up against Kenyon who stood there, occasionally putting one hand on my hip. I dropped down to the floor while bouncing my ass up and down before making my way back up. I could tell he actually liked the song when I felt him pull me closer and push up against me. I’m fucking with shawty, I’m loving the way that she fucking me, yeah. Kenyon pulled me up so that I was looking back at him while he quoted Future word for word, pulling me closer and grinding like we were fucking right in the middle of the club. Evidently he was not the one to play with in the bedroom.
“I’ll be right back,” Kenyon whispered in my ear before walking off toward the bar. Three more songs played and I still hadn’t stopped. I had worked up a sweat and my feet were killing me.
“Aye, one more,” said some busted ass nigga, I had been unintentionally dancing with, as he grabbed my arm.
“Naw. I’m all twerked out.” The short dark skinned, heavyset man who looked to be in his mid-thirties grabbed my arm harder and tugged me in his direction. “Don’t act like a bitch,” he said catching me off guard. Before I could speak, a fist flew over my shoulder and knocked him clean out. I turned to see Kenyon looking mad as hell.
“Come on.” He said as I stood there in shock for a second with my hand covering my mouth, before I followed him back to the V.I.P section. I saw a bouncer picking the drunk man up from the ground and escorting him out. “You cool?” he asked me, clenching his jaw.
“Yeah. You?” He nodded and sat down.
“You going to sit down or not?” I did and tried my damnedest to strike up another conversation.
“What happened?” Carter asked, I guess he could tell something was wrong.
“Nothing,” Kenyon and I answered at the same time, not quite knowing how to explain what just happened.
***
Kenyon
The way she was throwing the ass at me, I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t even want to dance, but her nosey friend had a point. Seeing another nigga up on that ass pissed me off. I hated to start spazzing out in that mothafucka, but it is what it is, especially after I had some of that brown liquor up in me. We talked about everything, so I knew she had a good head on her shoulders. Just because I was hood, didn’t mean I didn’t talk. I was smart as hell and I needed somebody who could match me on all levels. If I didn’t ask I wouldn’t have even known that she was only 18. Dancing and talking was cool, but I knew I wanted to see what she was about for real. I mean, the rhythm, the song, the way she smelled. I don’t know if she put some voodoo on me or not, but her young ass had me open.
***
Ashanti
Engrossed in our conversation about Barack Obama and a second term, we both turned around sharply when we heard some loud, female voice calling his name.
“KEN-YON! I know you heard me, nigga. Where the fuck have you been? I have been calling you all night! It’s important! Why are you not return--” I must’ve caught her off guard when we both looked up to see who I assumed was Neeka. “WHO THE FUCK IS SHE?” All that hollering was uncalled for. I hated a loud attention seeking, broad. “So you got a new bitch? Huh?”
Kenyon jumped up from the couch before I had a chance to.
“Man, TaNeeka I told yo’ lying ass I wasn’t fuckin’ with you no more. You need to chill with all that crazy ass stalker shit. Aight? Chill the fuck out. So what if she is? I don’t have to answer to no mothafuckin’ body.” Usually that’s when bitches felt like they had a point to prove, so I stood up just as her first swing missed my face by an inch. I mushed her and pushed her back. My skirt was too short to be trying to fight, plus I didn’t know how I’d do in these heels. She came rushing at me, knocking us both over onto the table, spilling all our drinks. She had me by a few pounds, but I knew I could take her. I didn’t know whether the liquor was on her breath or if it was just all over the both of us. I rolled over on top of her, pinning her down with my legs and delivered a few solid blows to her face and head before she cowered and I felt someone grabbing me from behind.
“You don’t have nothing to hide though, right? Help yo’ bitch up off the floor.” I said as I pulled Kenyon’s strong hands from around my waist, grabbed my shit and hit the door.
“I told you to handle that broad. Now you know what needs to be done.” I heard Carter say calmly to Kenyon as I brushed past. I texted Shauna to make sure she was staying with Carter and once I got the confirmation I needed, I was out of there. Now I remembered why I hadn’t gotten any in so long; good D came with a fine ass face and with a fine ass face came a lying ass mouth. I switched my CD from Future to Gotti and rode off blasting, “Fuck Em”, feeling every word.
Chapter Seven
Ashanti
Kenyon pinned me against the wall, his skin glistening in the dim light coming from the TV playing in the background. I ran my fingertips all over the tattoos on his chest, thinking of how they would feel under my tongue. He kissed me, pressing his soft lips roughly against mine, teeth raking my bottom lip and pulled it into his mouth. I felt my knees going weak because of how his thug ass was being so gentle, played with my mind. Letting the wall go, with one hand, he grabbed the back of my thigh and wrapped it around his waist. His rough calloused hand trailed up the inside of my thigh and his strong fingers played against the damp crotch of my panties. I kissed him back, feverishly, hungrily so ready to feel him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Letting go of the wall completely, he held my thighs in his arms and grinded his hardness closer to me. I felt him growing and pulsing between my thighs, so I tightened my grip around his waist. Kenyon kissed my neck, his rough stubble and soft lips drove me crazy, along with his warm, wet tongue. I moaned when I felt his hands under the thin fabric of my shirt. His thumbs brushed back an
d forth across my hard nipples. Before I had a chance to say anything, my tank top and bra hit the floor and I was naked in front of him from the waist up. With my eyes closed, I felt his warm breath inching closer to my breasts until his lips pulled at my nipple. His tongue moved in slow circles around the areola, making me throb. I couldn’t take much more of his teasing. When he finished leaving a light trail of saliva from my breasts up to my neck, he put his lips to my ear. “I knew you just needed some act right. But now, I need to know how you want it? I want to hear you say that shit. Tell Daddy what you want.” I knew that sexy aggressive attitude would come out eventually and I was more than ready to tell him exactly how and what I wanted.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Kenyon looked at me with confusion and sat me on the bed. I covered up with the sheet as he opened the door. A policeman stood there. “Man, what the fuck?” He looked at me and motioned towards the table. I slid across the bed and grabbed the silver .40 caliber glock. I raised it in the direction of the door and pulled the trigger.
BOOM.
I shot up in bed, confused as hell as to why I was naked and why the bed was a mess.
The night before was a complete blur. Blame it on the alcohol, but I didn’t recognize my surroundings and that scared me. Never mind the dream that kept replaying in my head. My hotel key and car keys were sitting on the table next to the queen sized bed and my clothes were neatly folded on the chair in the corner, along with my shoes and purse. I didn't want to go home drunk so I made reservation weeks in advance. I looked around for a second pair of clothes, shoes or something that would indicate that I was not alone. Not seeing anything, I laid back down and took a deep breath.
My phone buzzed across the room in my purse. Completely naked and a bit hungover, I walked slowly to the chair and sat down.
“Hello?” I didn’t even bother to check the caller ID.
“Ashanti? Honey please tell me that you and Shauna are okay,” Denise, Shauna’s mother was on the other line sounding like she had been crying. I lied through my teeth, instantly putting her on speakerphone and texting Shauna.
