I felt so bad because he was hurting behind a chick who just so happened to be my best friend. I was hurting for her too; or was I? Earlier when I saw her, she was bragging about fucking some other dude. Honestly I didn’t give a fuck. My only concern was me, my man, and my baby.
My sadness quickly turned to anger. He needed to wipe those damn tears. I was like his niggas. He was a fool for taking a whore out of the strip club, taking her home, and trying to wife her. Shit, that was a dumbass move on his part especially when he had babies with her. As sad as it sounds, he was stuck with her for the rest of his life. Truth was, I wasn’t worried about her. I didn’t know who she was fucking and, now that I did know, it was too late in the game. Just like her little bastards needed a daddy, the one I was carrying needed a daddy too. I ain’t have no problem with him playing Daddy, but I damn sure had a problem with him fucking her. I knew he had no idea that we were close, because he had never seen us together nor had I talked about her to him.
I leaned over and hugged him. “Babe, listen, it’s all gonna work itself out. Just give her a little time and she’ll come around.” I wanted to pat myself on the back for that fucking speech. It was over with them, because he was now my man and my unborn child’s father.
* * *
We finally found a house in Stone Mountain. It was a nice area and even though my child hadn’t been born yet, I checked out their school system. I loved our new house. It was the three bedrooms with two and a half baths and a pool in the backyard that really got me. Now I could sit back there and study. I had no idea how Micah paid for it, but I did know his mama signed the papers.
I walked into the room that I planned on turning into the baby’s room. I smiled at the thought of decorating this room. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t hear when Micah snuck up behind me. He gently moved my hair out of the way and kissed my neck passionately. I shivered inside as he made love to my neck. I wanted him so bad, so instead of saying anything I just turned around and started kissing him back. I pushed him on the wall and started stripping off his shirt then I unbuttoned his pants and got on my knees. I placed his dick in my mouth and started to deep throat it. I took in as much as my mouth could hold, then I sucked it like a pro. In my mind, I knew I had to keep him happy if I wanted him to stay home. I heard his groans as I sucked passionately. He grabbed my head and forced it toward his dick. I almost choked but I didn’t let up any. I felt his veins getting bigger so I repositioned my mouth.
“Aargh, babyyyyyyyyyyyyy,” he yelled as he exploded in my mouth. I made sure every bit went straight down my throat. I then used my tongue to lick his limp dick clean. I stood up as he grabbed and hugged me close.
“Babe, I love you and I promise that I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive. You and my little nigga.” He rubbed my stomach.
“Little nigga? Who the hell told you it’s going to a boy?” I jokingly said and poked him in the chest.
“I’m just saying, ma, it’d be nice to have a little junior running around here,” he said as he kissed me.
“I want a daughter, plain and simple.”
“Well, we’ll see.”
“Anyway, let’s go unpack this stuff. Ugh, I wish I had a home decorator. I swear I’m not in the mood,” I whined.
“Well, you can relax. I will unload everything.”
“You are the sweetest, you know that?”
“Nah, but you can show me soon as I’m finished unloading the stuff.”
“Boy, go ahead with your nasty self.” I pushed him and walked off.
As I sat on the steps, I felt guilty, like I was deceiving him. I wanted to tell him about Ayana and me but I didn’t know how to come out and say it. Things were so good between us and I wasn’t sure how he was going to act once he found out that she was my childhood best friend.
I also thought about Ayana. I used to love her like my sister, but we had grown apart. She wasn’t the same sweet girl I grew up with. I felt in my heart that I didn’t owe her shit. I mean, if the shoe were on the other foot, what would she have done? I couldn’t speak for her, but the way I saw it he was up for grabs and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him go just because of her. I was not cold, but the only person I needed to be loyal to was the baby inside of me and my damn self.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ayana
I’d never been a dumb bitch and I damn sure wasn’t about to start now. I knew that nigga didn’t just get up and want to leave his family. Especially his daughters; they were his fucking life and he made sure everybody knew that.
I needed to find out more about what college bitch he was fucking around with. I remembered Tiana saying she was going to investigate. A week had passed and I hadn’t heard anything from her. I dialed her number and her phone rang until the voicemail came on. I hung up and called back and this time she answered.
“Hey, chick. What’s going on?” she answered with a slight attitude.
“Damn, what’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me that nigga pissing you off already.”
“Nah, I’m just tired. What’s going on though?”
“I just wanted to know if you found out anything about Ant and the bitch he fucking with.”
“Nah, I ain’t had time to really find out anything. I asked a few of my girlfriends, but they didn’t know either.”
“Oh, okay, well, that’s all I needed to know. Get some rest. I gotta go.”
I hung up the phone before her ass could respond. I didn’t know what was going on with that bitch, but I swear I didn’t like her motherfucking attitude. I have a feeling I’ma have to check that ass soon. Real soon.
Niggas always underestimate a bitch but, see, a hurt bitch is a dangerous one. I dialed Tahj’s number because I was curious about what he was talking about the other day. Fuck that, I was ready for whatever.
“Hey, love, I thought I would never hear from you again. I was in my feelings for real. I thought you took the dick and threw me to the side.” He chuckled.
“Nah, I just been dealing with some personal shit lately. Ole’ boy talking about he moving out and shit.”
“Shit, let that pussy nigga go. You ’ont really need that nigga around. I already told you that.”
“Yeah, I’m done for real. You said the other day that you wanted to holla at me about something?”
“Yeah, yeah. Shit, I need you to let me know where that nigga and his boys keep that work. Me and my niggas wanna run up in there.”
I took a long pause. So that’s what this nigga wanted. He wanted me to help him set up my baby daddy.
“Listen, I got ten stacks for you if you help me pull this off.”
The mention of money got me wet instantly. Then I also remembered how cold Ant had been to me lately. I smiled before I spoke. “I know there’s a house out in Stone Mountain. It’s off Hairston; matter of fact, it’s on Redan. I’ve only been there twice to pick Ant up.”
“Oh, shit, love, that’s the one I’m talking ’bout. Shoot me the address.”
“Hold up, nigga. I ain’t no fool. Run my money first before I give you that address. Shit, your fuck was good, but not that motherfucking good.”
“Damn, love, you harsh as hell. I like that though; that’s the kind of attitude that makes my dick hard.”
“Nah, I ain’t harsh. I’m just not no fool. Bring me my money tonight and we can talk. Text me when you’re ready and I’ll tell you where to meet me.”
“A’ight, I got you, love. See you soon.”
I hung the phone up. I was excited. Shit, I could go shopping tomorrow with that ten stacks, stock up on some new shoes and purses. Ant ass was going to have a rude awakening when he found out his spot got hit. Oh, well, that’s his motherfucking problem. He will soon find out that he done crossed the wrong bitch!
* * *
I decided to drop the kids off at Mama’s. I knew lately she’d been fussing about watching them, but I was stuttin’ her. Shit, she should’ve been happy to have my d
amn babies around her half-drunk ass.
I knocked on her door, waited about five minutes, and no one came. I started banging harder; I knew her ass was in there because her car was parked in her parking space.
“Who the hell knocking my door like that?” she hollered.
“Ma, open the door.” I was past annoyed with her ass.
“Well, hello. You need to call before you pop up over here. I could’ve had company over here.”
“Ma, cut it out. Don’t nobody want your ass except Daddy.”
“Hey, babies, give your nana some love.” She turned her attention to the kids.
I walked in and put their bags down. She turned to me and spoke, “What’s all this here? They ain’t staying.”
“Come on, Mama, I have a date tonight.”
“A date? It’s about time you started looking for another man.”
“Yes, Mama, we all know how much you dislike Ant.”
“Dislike? I don’t dislike him. I just always thought he was too good for you. You just like yo’ mama: you like a variety of ‘you know what.’ It takes a special kind of man to deal with you and that fella didn’t seem to fit it.”
I wanted to choke her ass for talking like that. I was nothing like her; she was a drunk who liked to fuck for a can of beer. I would never sell my pussy for beer. She had me all the way fucked up.
“When was the last time you seen that child you used to have here with you? What’s her name again?”
“Tiana, the daughter you wished you had,” I replied sarcastically.
“Child, hush. You’ve always been jealous of me and her relationship. I sure hope you’ve outgrown that foolishness,” she scolded.
I wanted to entertain that bullshit, but I didn’t want to upset her, ’cause when she got upset, she started drinking. “A’ight, Ma, I got to go. All their food and stuff is in their bags.”
“A’ight. You better be on time to pick them up. If not I’ll be calling the people.”
I kissed my kids and ran out the door. I loved that woman, but sometimes she just didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. She was the same woman who taught me that if you didn’t have anything good to say not to say anything at all. I shook my head and walked off to my car.
My mind raced back to when I was growing up. My life was fine up until the point when Tiana moved in with us. My mother treated that bitch better than she did her own flesh and blood. I used to sit back and watch the shenanigans take place. To this day I harbored ill feelings toward that bitch ’cause she came into my life and tried to take it over.
I got home in no time, took a shower, and got dressed. I had no idea what time Tahj was going to hit me so I wanted to be ready. This nigga better not be playing and he better have my money.
As soon as I got out of the shower, my phone was ringing. It’s funny how niggas are always late, but be on time when it involves fucking or something beneficial to them. “Hello. You ain’t playing huh?”
“Nah, love. I’m dead serious. Where you wanna meet at?”
“Let’s meet at the Red Roof Inn on Panola, right off the exit.”
“Bet.”
“I’ll see you in a little while and, Tahj, please have my money.”
“Love, I got you.”
I didn’t know if I believed him, so I looked in the drawer and pulled out my little friend. I didn’t really trust this nigga 100 percent. I just prayed that he was planning to do nothing stupid. God knows that I had to come home to my kids. How the fuck would that look, me up in the hotel with my baby daddy’s rival?
I put on a pair of Aeropostale shorts and a T-shirt. I also put a hat on my head to hide/disguise my looks. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me with this nigga. I grabbed my keys and sprinted out the door.
I was nervous, but I was determined to get this money. I swallowed my fear and drove into the hotel parking lot. I got a room, then texted him the room number. I lay on the bed patiently waiting. I put my little friend under the pillow that I was lying on. I wished I had something to drink to calm my nerves. My stomach felt kind of queasy. I thought about leaving and going home. That thought was useless now since I heard banging on the door. I jumped up and looked through the peephole. I wanted to make sure he was by himself.
“Hey, love, you look gorgeous as usual.” He smiled at me.
“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I said as I locked the door behind us. “So, do you have my money? I need to see it and count it before I open my mouth.”
“Damn, love, you aggressive as fuck. That shit turns me the fuck on. We gon’ talk business, but first let me tap that ass really quick.”
Lord knows I wasn’t tryin’a fuck. I just wanted to get this money and get out of here. “Damn, babe, I thought you was just gon’ give me the money and get the info. I ain’t in the mood to fuck,” I whined.
“Bitch, I said I wanna tap that ass.” He stood up and pointed a gun at me.
I blinked twice. I couldn’t believe that he went from sweet to this cold, detached person. “Damn, babe, chill out. I was just saying that I—”
“Bitch, shut up. Now take off your fucking clothes and run that pussy,” he demanded.
I thought about grabbing my little friend from under the pillow, but I wasn’t sure I would make it. “Tahj, don’t do this,” I cried.
“Bitch, shut up! I know that bitch nigga had something to do with you acting like you want to fuck wit’ a nigga. See, I know the motherfucking game, so I came over and gave you the dick. Ha-ha, I would’ve loved to see that nigga’s face if he had walked in when I was laying this dick down.”
I started to cry. I had no idea this nigga was grimy like that. I’d always heard Ant talk shit about him, but on the real I thought he was jealous. Now here I was staring up at a gun. Thoughts of my kids flooded my mind and my heart started to ache. Tears filled my eyes as I realized this nigga was serious as a heart attack.
“Now, bitch, I’ma say this one more time. Take your fuckin’ drawers off.”
“I can’t. Please don’t do this.” I stuttered as I begged him.
Blap! Blap! Blap! He slapped me a few times across my face. My face instantly started burning. I quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my drawers down. I closed my eyes as I felt his hard, dry dick enter me. I wasn’t wet, so that made it hurt like hell. He was like a deranged beast as he ripped through my walls.
“Noooooo,” I screamed hoping that someone might hear me and come to my rescue. That wish was useless because that nigga had his way with me until he busted.
“Bitch, you better not open your fucking mouth and tell anyone about this shit. If you do, I’ma kill you, your mama, your baby daddy, and your motherfucking little bastards. You got it?” he warned in a cold, calculated tone.
I didn’t say a word. I kept my eyes closed and just kept crying.
“Cut all that crying out. Just the other day you was Miss Big and Mighty. You wanted to get fucked; now you sitting up here hollering like you ’ont love this dick. Bitch, cut it out; and oh, yeah, run that address.”
“Man, you just fucking raped me and now you want me to help you set my baby daddy up?”
“Bitch, I ain’t rape you. You got a fucking room and you gave me the pussy. And you can cut out the ‘poor little Ayana’ act. You was willing to set that nigga up for ten grand; that’s why we’re here in the first place, remember?”
I continued to cry as I pleaded to God. I just wanted to leave. I wanted to go home to my babies.
“Bitch, run the motherfucking address.” He walked over to me and grabbed my neck. I couldn’t breathe as his big, manly hands held me tight. I gasped for air as he tightened his grip. “Now, bitch, you ready to talk?”
I couldn’t speak, but I shook my head yes. I realized that this dude wasn’t playing any games and I needed to get out of this alive.
Before I could muster up the nerve to tell him, he raised his hand and slapped me so hard that I fell off the bed. “Bitch, I told your ass
I ain’t playing. Now give me the fucking address before I blow your fucking head off,” he growled.
“It’s 1525 Redan Road,” I stuttered, still holding my face.
“This better be the right fucking address. If not, I’ll be hollering at your boy and let him know how good yo’ pussy is. Now go clean yourself up, ho,” he said and spit directly in my face.
I used my hand to wipe the spit off my face. Tears started flowing. I felt degraded and low. The truth was I wished I hadn’t put myself in this situation. I watched as he dialed a number on his phone.
“Yo, the bitch gave me the address. Meet me on Redan in twenty.”
Pop! Pop! Shots rang out! I felt a stinging sensation in my chest followed by pain. I looked down and saw blood spilling out of my chest. I mustered up enough strength to drag myself to my feet. I grabbed my chest as the pain hit me. Everything around me started to go dark. The only things I could think of were my babies. “God, please protect my babies,” I barely mumbled.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tiana
It was late at night and we were lying in bed relaxing. I kind of loved the idea of my man living with me, even though I was suspicious because he only stayed at the house certain nights. I was ready to check that nigga, but I decided not to because I knew that he was about to give up the streets. I was able to convince him that the streets didn’t love anybody and if he wanted to be with me, he was gon’ have to get a job. I swore I didn’t want to lose my child’s father to the streets or to prison.
His phone was on the nightstand and it kept buzzing. He lay there staring at the television as if he couldn’t hear the annoying sound.
“Get the phone. Who is that calling you like that?” I said in an annoyed tone.
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