There Can Only Be One

by Hood Rich

  For the men, I bought five used school buses, painted them, threw a system inside each one and added televisions in the back of each headrest. The buses were used to take the women to go and see their men in prison four times a week, as long as they signed up for it forty-eight hours in advance. I set it up so that my crew paid phone bills for the homies to call home as much as they could. We hired ten really good defense attorneys. So, that when the homies got into a jam all they had to do was hit up one of my generals and they would be there to help them any way they could.

  Our businesses in our hood was to hire the people from our hood. Everybody had to work, if I found out they were reaping the benefits without contributing to the cause, they were put on sanctions until they got their minds right. No mother was able to come to me and say her house was not filled with food, nice clothes, and everything that she needed. I wasn’t having that at all. My first priority was the women and children.

  In three months, my community looked completely different. Everybody was driving nice cars and had grass in front of their homes. The streets was no longer filled with litter and paraphernalia from drug usage. It seemed as if our people were starting to love where they came from. I knew that it was my job to keep on pouring into them all.

  In the fourth month, I came home one Thursday night, to find Aaliyah sitting in the middle of the living room, with candles burning all around her. Her eyes were closed, she sat crossed legged Indian style. I had a duffle bag over my shoulder with five hundred thousand dollars in cash, and ten bricks of Cabo’s tar heroin. I’d been gone for three days straight, traveling with my hustlers, delivering weight to different cities. I was tired and worn out, I just wanted to lay beside her and get some sleep. She rubbed her naked belly that looked like a pretty brown watermelon while breathing in and out of her nose.

  I squatted down and kissed her on the cheek. She leaned her head to the side to receive it. “How you doing, Lil’ mama?”

  She shook her head, and slowly opened her eyes. “It’s time for us to go, Rich. This is the fourth month now.”

  I kissed her stomach and rubbed it for a second. “That’s your response?” I scoffed, and stood back up, grabbed my bag and walked into our Master bedroom.

  I turned the bag upside down and dumped the five hundred thousand in cash along with the ten kilos of heroin. I shoved the dresser out of the way and slid the wall to the side. Then I punched in the code on my safe and waited for it to pop open. Aaliyah walked into the room with her pretty toes and big belly. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, she’d done. She looked real good to me. Her navel was poking out and her stomach was dark brown. I loved this girl so fucking much. The fact that she was having my seed only added to my appreciation of her.

  “Did you just ignore what I said and walk away from me?” She asked looking me up and down irritated.

  I started loading my safe, grabbing the stacks forcing them into it. This was one of nine safes I had, each safe couldn’t hold more than a million in them. The five hundred thousand would push it to its limit. So that meant I had to put the kilos in a different safe. I sighed because I really didn’t want to argue with my woman. I didn’t like stressing her out while she was pregnant. Lately, it seemed like she needed to vent more.

  “Baby, I ain’t ignore you, I just gotta get this bread up. Then we can sit down and get right to it.” I think that was the thing I really loved about, Aaliyah the fact that the money and dope didn’t impress her. She would have loved me even if I was broke, I truly believed that.

  She kneeled with her big stomach and began helping me load the safe. “Baby, I think it’s time that we move on. You said we’d be out of here in three months. I kept my mouth shut and gave you and gave you an extra month. I knew you had to get the money right before we left. But look at this, we have money everywhere. In safes, in foreign accounts, tucked away in mattresses and in your sister’s name. We don’t need any more fucking money. It’s time to go I want to have this child in a different place. A place where there isn’t too much bad history.” She looked inside the safe that was as tall as half a refrigerator. Her tummy looked freshly oiled.

  I shook my head. “Maybe you’re right, bae. I ain’t really gotta confine myself to this city anymore. Our money is spread out. I did promise you we’d be out in three months. I dislike lying to you, even though I had to make this all happen." I sighed and stuffed the last stack inside the safe and waited for her to do the same with her bundle. I closed it back after she finished. Wheeled it into the wall, and slid the wall back in front of it, followed by the dresser. I helped her to her feet and rubbed her pretty face. "You’re really ready to go huh, baby?”

  She nodded. "I’m not happy here. I’ve been ready to go since the first time you told me, you loved me. I just want you all to myself. I want us to raise our child together and live happily ever after. You’re the king baby, nobody can dispute that. Let’s get out of here."

  I smiled, kissed her on the forehead, wrapped her into my arms, and held her for a minute. She smelled of Gild Bonds Coco butter oil. I knew she was trying her best to prevent getting too many stretch marks, but I didn’t care if she got them or not. I was gon’ love her for the rest of my life.

  “Baby, everything I do now, is so I can give you and Kesha a better life. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that you two will never need for anything for as long as you’re alive. I appreciate you for nourishing my seed. I know it takes a lot out of you every single day. I know it ain’t easy being involved wit’ a man like me, but, I thank God for you. You are the truth on every single level.” I rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs. “If you’re really ready to go, so am I. Question is, where are you thinking?”

  She looked into my eyes and bit her bottom lip. “Daddy, honestly, I’ll go anywhere with you. As long as I know, that you are my man, and you’ll be home at night to sleep beside me. We could move into a cardboard box, because for me it’s not about what we have, it’s about the love you have for me. I’ve been through so much. You have been my healing hand, my oasis. I feel like I need you just to breathe these days, but to answer your question let’s move to Houston. I’ve been researching their real estate market down there and I feel like I could make a lot of lead way. Texas, period, it can be a new start for us, in a new state. You can open a few businesses down there, and we can live in a gated community. What do you say?"

  I held her, rubbing all over that big pregnant booty. It was poked out a lil’ further too and putting a hurting on the material of her Gucci skirt. I leaned down, and kissed her exposed stomach, rubbing my face along the skin. “I say we on our way to Texas, baby. I’ma let you pick the area, the house whatever you want. It’s all about what will make you happy. That’s all I care about.”

  She wrapped her arms around the top of my neck and stomped her right foot two times, fighting back tears as her eyes misted over. She swallowed and winced. “Baby, I love you so much! I swear I thank God for you every single day. You are an amazing man. I don’t understand why you’ve chosen me to be your woman, but I also know that I’m not supposed to question his blessings. I just want to be the absolute best woman, I can be to you. The best mother I can be to our child and lend my prayers up to our Father in Heaven.” Tears leaked out of her pretty brown eyes. They ran down on my fingers and I wipe them away.

  I nodded. “I love you too, Boo. I thank Him for you just as much. You’re my Queen. All I see is you and will from here on out.” I laughed and cuffed that ass real good. “Been a while since I tasted my baby, though. Sit yo’ lil’ self or this bed and let me eat that pregnant thang for a minute. Remind me why you got me so hooked on this body.”

  She held her stomach, and slowly backed over to the bed. Then she sat down, and pulled her skirt up, exposing her thick thighs. She was without panties. Since she’d been pregnant she allowed the hairs to grow on her pussy. I’d shave it for her every two weeks or so. if I didn’t shave it, it didn’t get done. She was spoiled like th
at, by this point. But true love a get a nigga like she had me. I made her place both of her feet on the bed and opened her thighs as wide as they would go. I turned my head sideways because her belly was in her lap a lil’ bit. I sniffed that pretty pussy, then sucked it into my mouth. I pulled both lips apart and slid my tongue into her crease, licking up and down, while I held the lips apart.

  “Mmm-daddy, it feels so good. It feels so-so good,” she moaned and sucked her bottom lip.

  I slurped and licked up and down over and over. I sucked her clit and nipped at it with my teeth, flicked my tongue back and forth across it, then sucked it again. Tasting her juices letting them go down my throat. The scent of Coco Butter wafted up my nose. I stuck my nose into her hole and inhaled. Trapped her sex lips into my mouth and enjoyed pleasing my baby. I appreciated her, and I just wanted her to know it.

  "I love you, baby! Mmm," I sucked at her clit.

  She arched her back and dug her nails into my shoulders. “I love you too-Daddy. Uhh-baby, I love you so, so much, uhh oooh-wee.” She pulled up her top to reveal her plump breasts. The nipples were engorged, and shiny on their tips. She pulled on them and squeezed her breasts together while riding my face slowly.

  She leaned onto her side and I really got to attacking that cat. I sucked and licked in between her sex lips like a maniac. I needed to taste her better. I wanted her to cum all over my tongue and lips. I needed her too. I was feening for it like never before. I nipped at her clit and sucked it so hard into my mouth that she lifted her left thigh, held it in the air, and pulled my face into her box, while she laid on her side.

  “Uh, eat me, daddy. Eat your baby. I’m finna cum. I’m finna cum on you,” she whimpered, riding my face faster and faster.

  The bed squeaked, the headboard tapped against the wall. She dug her nails into the bed, and tightened her thighs around my head, riding me hard. I could barely breathe, but needed for her to cum, she deserved, too. I wanted to eat it up. I slapped her ass and wormed my finger into her hole back there. That was all it took to send her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs, threw her head back, and came all over my mouth and face, squirting her juices like a squirt gun. I felt it running down my neck and into the collar of my shirt. I licked up as much as I could, swallowing the taste of my pregnant woman, knowing that I’d made her happy.

  After I was done, she laid on her side and searched properties and moving locations, in Texas, on her laptop. I rubbed that big ass the whole time and laid my head on her the scent of her pussy until I passed out from exhaustion.

  Chapter 11

  The Misfits had not only taken complete control over the Hill Side Row Houses, but in less than three months, they’d conquered Lapham Park which was another community of Row Houses ten blocks away. Lapham Park was considered Heroin Addict Haven. It seemed like four out of ten of the people that lived there were addicts. The Misfits were copping fifty kilos from me every nine days. I charged them twenty a piece for heroin. It got to the point where I was no longer fronting them the work and picking up my money on Fridays, but they were already wiring me the upfront by Zelle. It got to the point that I was wiring them every time we met. I had to applaud their hustle.

  One day, as me and Aaliyah, was coming out of Harry Winston’s. I’d just bought her a two-carat raspberry diamond engagement ring. We were headed back to my black on black, 2019 Jaguar that I had sitting on twenty-six-inch gold rims. I popped up the Lamborghini door for, Aaliyah to slide into, when Macho rolled up behind me in a black on black Hummer, binging out of control. It sounded like a concert coming out If his whip. We were in a parking garage. He jumped out to approach my driver’s side, but before he could he was swarmed by ten of my hittas that were on security. They ran at him with Tech .9s ready to empty their clips like I’d ordered them to do if ever they felt I was in danger.

  Macho upped two .40 Calibers with extended clips and lowered his eyes into slits. “Let’s get it fuck niggas!”

  I stuffed Aaliyah into the car and slammed the door. “That’s my lil’ homie!” I yelled. Macho’s men jumped out of the truck with Uzzi’s. Our men were at a standoff. “Y’all chill, I ain’t gon’ say that shit again,” I snapped.

  Macho waved his men off. They slowly got back into his hummer and slammed their doors. He placed his guns back into their holsters and walked over to me.

  He gave me a hug and we shook up. "What it do, Boss?" he asked smiling.

  I shook my head. “Chilling, I gotta drop my Lil’ One off. I know you wanna sit down and holler at me, but I gotta make sure she straight first. You wanna meet up later tonight?”

  He nodded and looked past me into my Jaguar. “Yeah, that sounds good. How about we meet at Mr. Chow’s, that lil’ Chinese joint off Michigan Avenue? Say like seven?”

  I gave him a hug and patted his back. “That sounds good, bruh. I’ll see you then.”

  When I got back in the car, I noticed that Aaliyah had her hand inside her Birkin bag. She had a 9-millimeter clutched tightly, with tears running down her face.

  I frowned. “Baby, what’s the matter?” I looked her over closely.

  “I’m tired of going through this stuff, Rich. I don’t want to live this life anymore. I keep on thinking that today will be our last day. It’s driving me nuts.” Her hand was shaking.

  I felt my heart skip a beat. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t realize how much me being in the game was really negatively affecting her. I knew I had to get her out of that city. Her sanity depended on it.

  “Look, baby, I promise. We’re out of here, give me three weeks, and it’s a wrap. You got my word on that.” I kissed her cheek. “Put your seat belt on.”

  She swallowed. “Three weeks, Rich, three weeks is all I can take.”

  I started up my whip, waiting for one of the cars filled with my hittas to pull out in front of me. Then I pulled out and the two remaining cars filled with them followed close behind me. I kept on checking on, Aaliyah. I hated seeing her in that state of mind, I wished we could have left earlier.

  * * *

  Macho opened the package to his chopsticks and looked across the table at me, smiling. “You good over there, Boss?”

  I was sitting in front of a barbecued platter, and I didn’t even have an appetite. I actually felt sick more than anything else. I had Aaliyah on my mind real heavy.

  I nodded my head. “I’m good, lil’, bruh. And stop calling me, Boss nigga. You eating just as much as I am now. You’re your own boss. We’re at eye level, I love it, too.” I popped the cork on the bottle of Moet.

  He shook his head. “Naw, nigga, I wish. I got cousins down in St. Louis that’s flooding their hood with your shit. Porky’s folks in Dallas doing the same thing. You got a whole bunch of niggas eating off you, Big Homie. That’s why the slums calling you Hood Rich. You’re what we aspire to be in this game. I’ll never forget how you put me and my crew on real talk. Loyalty is a muthafucka, believe that.” He tilted his glass, so I could pour champagne into it.

  I laughed. “Yeah, a’ight. I love you, too, lil’ homie. So, what’s good?” I picked up a piece of the barbecue and wanted to see if my stomach would hold it.

  "Me and Porky butting heads. The money starting to make us look at each other differently. There some tension in the air and I don’t like it. That ain’t all, either." He shook his head as he lowered it. “I fucked up, and I don’t know if I should tell you what I did. I can’t have you judging me and shit.” He exhaled loudly and sat back in his chair.

  My stomach began to turn as soon as I swallowed the meat. I had to stay away from that for a minute. At least until I was able to console my Lil’ One. I was hoping that she was resting at that moment. “Holler at me lil’, bruh. It ain’t nothing you gon’ tell me that would make me turn my back on you. You and Porky are like my lil’ brothers. I’d bleed for you lil’ niggas with no hesitation. We’ve all been through a lot together. You should know that I’ma hold you down, unconditionally.”

>   Macho lowered his head again and exhaled loudly. He covered his face with one hand and sat back. Mr. Chow’s restaurant was crowded with mostly white people. You were given the option to sit on the floor, or at a table. Most of the people there were seated on nice clean carpets with a short but long table in front of them to accommodate their meals and drinks. The waiters hurried from place to the next to keep the customers happy. The lights were dimmed and in the background was the sound of Chinese music. To me, it was relaxing and soothing. I felt like I was in a karate movie.

  “Spit it out, lil, bruh. I ain’t gon’ say it again.”

  Once again Macho sighed loudly. “I got Porky’s sister pregnant. She ain’t showing yet, but when she start, that nigga gonna wanna chop something down. He tooting that blow real heavy now, mix all that shit with them pills, and his drinking. His judgment ain’t been the best on many levels. I can’t leave out the part about her being sixteen either.” Just then started avoiding my eye contact.

  I put my elbow on the table and held my forehead. I didn’t know what to say. Had I found out that, Paper was fucking with anyone of my sisters before they turned eighteen and got them pregnant. Man, I think I would have killed him. I imagine that. Though I would have preferred, Keyonna to have been pregnant then dead.

  “Well, ain’t you gon’ say something?” He asked staring at me.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Nigga, you bogus. You know you are. That’s his little sister. I’m pretty sure he’s been doing everything he can to keep her away from danger, right?”

  Macho, nodded. “Yeah. He don’t allow nobody around her, but me. He says he wants her to do something with her life. Both of us are trying to follow your playbook. You sent your sister off to college and what not? That’s admirable." He shook his head. “What should I do? Do I tell him or what?”