by Nicety
“Montana, you trippin’. You just need to go home and get some rest—“
“Naw, cause you try to act like you better than motherfuckas and I’ve been holding it in for a long damn time now. You ain’t better than nobody out here Phantom. You ain’t shit. You’re just another black nigga selling dope to the hood. Them rich white folk don’t give a fuck about you or your green money. But you steady kissing they ass though thinking you’re gonna be big time,” Montana sniffed before sucking his teeth.
“Bruh, you need to take your high ass home man—“ Quince voice switched to higher octaves with every breathless word.
“You ain’t shit Phantom. You know that don’t you. I hope that bitch upstairs loves you tomorrow when you tell her that I ordered the hit on her momma for you and you knew all about it. Momma had to die all for her sweet precious to dream up on a piece of dick,” Montana laughed silently and then busted out with amusement. “That she still ain’t even getting.”
“Nigga, why the fuck would you say that shit huh? I told you to quit fucking playing with me. Didn’t I, boi,” Quince snarled as I peeked out the door watching as the two men began fighting.
Quince hemmed Montana up against the wall by the collar of his shirt before gut punching him twice with one fist. His other hand held on to his shirt as he delivered to more blows to Montana’s abdomen before allowing him to drop to the floor. He kneeled down towards Montana’s face and growled something ferocious in his face before returning to his standing position. Montana looked him in his eyes clenching his stomach in his hands before limping a few steps to the front door.
“You live by the sword, you gon’ die by the sword bruh.” Montana winked at him as he left out slamming the door behind him.
My body grew numb. I couldn’t feel the warm breeze gently glide across my face from the air coming through the window even though I knew it was there. What the fuck did he mean, ordered the hit on momma? The air in the room all of a sudden grew thin. It was hard for me to breathe and slowly my vision began to become blurry. I wanted to faint but something inside of me wouldn’t allow it to happen. It was as if something was holding my body up, suspended in gravity forcing me to be strong.
It was the ultimate betrayal. How could I love someone so devious and treacherous? I had my secrets too but none of which involved directly hurting him on some unforgivable shit. And, to top it all off momma was right this entire time. Quince was a fucking drug dealer. He lied to me. He never told me that and after knowing how I felt about that shit, I was pretty sure he was going to try and keep it a secret forever if he could. I was about to marry this man. I was about to marry a stranger.
Bolting out of the room with my bags, I rushed down the stairs and to the front door. “Don’t talk to me, don’t call me, and don’t even come by the house. I don’t ever want to see you again, Quince McCarter and you will be hearing from my attorney.” Having locked and unlocked that front door many times, today would be the day that I had a problem opening it as I struggled to get it open.
“Daisy, baby, let’s sit down and talk about this for a minute. We ain’t gotta be enemies and shit. Just wait a minute, please.”
‘Quince, Phantom, or whoever you are, I don’t even know you anymore. This was all bullshit. The whisking me away on trips, wining and dining me, and the asking me to marry you. This was all because you felt guilty about having my mother killed. Was that it?” I roared at the top of my lungs as tears erupted from my eyes.
“Naw, baby it’s not like that and you know better than that. Let me explain—“
“Explain the shit to my lawyer you lying sack of shit. I hope you’ve sold enough drugs to be able to afford a good one.” I stormed out the door with the quickness as soon as it opened.
Heading next door, I couldn’t wait to get inside so I could flop down on my couch and cry my eyes out until they were a reddish pink. Montana startled me as I made it up the stairs and to the front door. He followed me staring me all in my face while I fiddled with the keys wondering what the fuck he wanted. I wasn’t in the mood for his playful antics at that point. I just needed to be left the hell alone and his face was the last one I wanted to see.
“What the hell do you want Montana? Don’t just stand there like a creep.” I pushed open the door tossing my bags on the floor as I entered.
Montana pushed the door open forcing his way in when I tried to close it. “Oh how soon do we forget baby. Or should I remind you about that stiff you left in there on that nigga’s floor over there and asked me so nicely to clean up for you?”
“What do you want, Montana? I don’t have my mother’s insurance money yet if you’re trying to get money.”
“Baby girl, I keeps me some dough. You feel me? This isn’t about your money. This is about you.” He plopped down on the couch widening his legs as I sat down on the adjacent couch.
“Me? What about me?”
“Just what I said baby. This is your world. I’m just a squirrel trying to get a nut. If you catch my drift.” He winked.
“Oh my God. I know you don’t expect me to sleep with you do you?” Disgust read on my face like braille.
“Well it goes so much deeper than that baby. You see, you are just the thing I need to climb to the top. You understand?” Montana stood, snatching my hand bringing me to my feet and pulling our bodies close together. “I want you here with me, always.”
“Montana, you’re sick. I was just with your best friend weeks ago—“
“Yeah, but did you fuck him though?”
“That’s none of your got-damn business.”
“I’ll take that as a no. And, since it is a no, I want to be that one to make you fall in love. You’ll enjoy it. Trust me.” He spun me around on my heels before bringing me back around locking his eyes with mine. “Besides, that pretty little ass ain’t equipped for jail or is it?”
“Why should I be with you, Montana? What can you offer me that Quince couldn’t?”
“Quince will no longer be a fucking factor in my life in a few days. Some shit is going down and that nigga might not survive the fight. Ya understand? So with him out of the way, the city is going to need a new king and a king always needs his queen by his side.”
“And Embry?”
“Hmmm you let me worry about her, gorgeous. You just give me that tight sweet little pussy and have my babies. I’ll take care of the rest.” He licked his lips sizing me up from head to toe. “But it’s gotta be soon. Really soon. No later than tomorrow or the next night type of shit.”
There was an eerie cold silence in the air. I thought I would vomit right on his shoes and force him to back the hell up off of me. Apart of me wondered if that shit would even work. He was adamant in his words that I felt smothered by them. Montana’s cockiness was a little overwhelming and all I kept thinking about was what he did to my momma. But he did have one up on me and jail was something I was not yet prepared to deal with, even though I felt it might be inevitable.
“So are you in or out baby girl? Speak up, ‘cause I ain’t got all day.”
“I’m in,” I breathed hesitating as I shut my eyes tightly.
“Good choice,” he whispered before planting a tender kiss on my lips and heading out the door.
“But I want something in return as well.” I stopped him in his tracks.
“Anything my sweet.” The devilish grin filling his mouth from corner to corner made my stomach queasy.
“I need four keys…not for me, for my girl. We want to make our own money and all we need is a little head start without any fever from you or Quince. Can we get that?”
“You thinking about someone else who ain’t even thinking about you,” he breathed before stuffing his hands down deep in his pockets. “Well you don’t have to worry about Quince. That nigga ain’t on shit and I’ll give Embry what she’s due.”
“No. I want to give it to her. Just give me the work after we meet up and don’t say shit to her about it. Got it?”
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bsp; “Yeah, yeah. I hear you sexy. Just make sure you be on call when I hit you. I don’t give a fuck if that nigga is sleep on top of you sniffing that pussy. You bring that shit to me. Now do you got it?”
“Yeah,” I responded reluctantly.
He headed out the door with a wink and a smile tossed my way but all I could think about was how could Quince destroy my life like this? My soul was weak, weaker than it had ever been before. I was torn between the man that I loved and the man that I owed and neither of them were saints in this situation. Momma was gone and nothing but Jesus could bring her back if he permitted. Until then I would forever have to live with the fact that I knew who stole her life from her and there was nothing that I could do about it. Moments after he left my doorbell rang.
Chapter 21
An Hour Later
Embry
“So how’d it go?” I asked as Montana sighed deeply plopping down on the couch.
“Man, that nigga on bullshit. But I got to that bitch though.”
“See, I knew you could make shit happen baby. You’re already putting things in motion to secure your future. In due time, you’ll be the motherfucking king of these streets.” My lips gently pressed against his. “I just know it.”
“Aye I don’t need all that inflation, you feel me? You ain’t gotta pump me up like that. I know I’m the shit bitch,” Montana spat, retreating back to his honoree shit again.
I didn’t know what made this nigga that way. Some days he would be loving and caring and other days he would be so cold that I wouldn’t even recognize who he was. It was like fucking Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde sometimes. He was a different man, a separate entity from the man who fucked me like a God and treated me to fancy dinners and shopping sprees. I wanted to love him. I knew I could easily fall in love with this man. It seemed like there was no figuring out why he was pushing me away, keeping me at bay probably to save his feelings or some shit.
“Listen baby, why don’t I go upstairs and run you a nice hot bath and then I’ll give you a deep tissue massage right after that? How does that sound to you?” Kissing a trail down to the bulge in his pants, it grew as I approached it. “And while you’re in the tub I can cook you a nice hot meal. Whatever it is you like.”
“Yeah that shit sounds more like it.” He slapped me on my ass as I got on all fours unbuckling his pants ready to swallow him whole. “And while you at it fix a nigga a drink too.”
“I surely will baby.” My smile was like the icing on the cake to his happiness.
Regardless of whatever I had to do I was determined to keep Montana happy. In time, he would see that we were meant to be together and that I would never hurt him. I had never been with just one man before but that was only because no man had ever proven himself worthy enough for me to submit myself to them and only them. Montana was the complete package. He was sexy as hell, well paid, and was all the man I needed and more. He just had a hard time accepting what we had but it would come like second nature to him with time.
I sucked the shit out of his dick. I was bobbing like I was hard at work, some straight eleven-hour shift type shit. A man’s stomach was not the only path to his heart. I would get there through his dick as well. Treat his dick right and he would love you forever. Montana was a different breed of man though. It took longer for me to infiltrate his heart than it did the usual niggas I dated. He was way more hardcore than the rest. But I was up for the challenge knowing that in the end it would set me up for life.
“Mmm, yeah suck that dick bitch,” he moaned placing his head on the back of my head to guide me. “I can’t wait to have both of y’all bitches sucking on this dick at the same time.”
“Um, huh?” I quickly backed off his shit, wiping away the spittle that came up with me from my mouth.
“Bitch, did I tell you to stop?” His eyes bled furry across his expression.
“I’m sorry daddy but what do you mean the both of us?”
“Oh, you didn’t think you was my only bitch did you? You thought we was exclusive in this motherfucka?” He read the truth in my eyes without me even having to speak. “Com’ on now shawty. You knew what this was. My dick don’t belong to just no one chick. I’ve got plenty of bitches. You just the one that needed a little more help than others.”
“Yeah, naw. I mean, no. I didn’t think anything.” I shrugged my shoulders playing the shit off. “Why would I think anything about us? Shit, we’ve only been kicking it for a few weeks. It’ll take longer for us to build on some real shit if it comes to that…right?”
“Look, you got the game twisted shawty and I’m gonna tell you through the gate so that there’s no confusion. We ain’t together. I’m good on that relationship shit. Real talk. Trying to be wifey, you might as well miss me on that shit. You feel me?”
His words slit my throat slowly and jabbed a dagger through my soul. It was annoying that he would have me all up under him, pillow talking and building his confidence to become greater than what he was and it was all for nothing. He might not have wanted to be with me so soon but he was definitely going to be with me. I wasn’t taking no for a fucking answer. He didn’t know it yet but I was the queen bitch in his life whether he liked it or not.
“Yeah, Montana. I feel you.”
“Good, now get them lips back on this dick.” He tapped me on my ass a few times as I tooted it back in the air lowering my mouth around his shaft.
“Besides, once I give that bitch the dick tomorrow night she’s gonna be the bitch next to me on the throne. I need that kind of level headed female on my team and them rich white motherfuckas will listen to a smart bitch like her.”
Once again I jumped off his dick, “Smart? I’m smart, too. I have a college degree.”
“Yeah, but you a hood chick though. You don’t know shit but letting a nigga take care of you. Don’t worry E. there will always be a spot for you on the team. Don’t trip.”
“Oh my fucking gosh. Are you kidding me? If you need me to get my school chick on, I can get it on. Trust and believe. I’m far from dumb,” I argued.
“Yeah, that may be true but in all honesty, she’s better though.”
“Who’s better, Montana? What bitch has you all in your feelings for her?”
“Daisy.”
“What? Are you fucking serious right now? That bitch ain’t even half as cute as I am. She can’t work it like me and she ain’t got balls like me.” Fury engulfed me.
“Yeah but she bad though. There’s just something about her I can’t place my finger on but I want her and that’s the end of story. She’s the one I want.” Montana pointed his hand to the air. “So you either get on board and ride this train or you can get left behind shawty. It’s up to you. Either way, it doesn’t make me no difference.”
After all the good times we had, talks, and fights with Bunny to get her mind right about me being with him, this nigga comes up out the box pulling this shit on me. It was beyond hurtful and annoying all at the same time. Basically what he was telling me was that all the work that I was putting in was only going to my room and board. It didn’t include a long-term relationship or shit that appreciated with value, just a place to stay, shopping here and there and food to eat. I was getting played. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to rip the tiny freckles off of Daisy’s face one by one until she bled to death in a Lake Michigan size pool of her own blood.
He wanted that bitch so badly and for what? Because she gave off this good girl persona? That bitch was nothing more than a spoiled sellout that begged for sympathy from everybody around her. Her whole life was one big pity party and I was expected to accept this bitch stepping in on my territory and taking what was rightfully mine again? Naw, that bitch would learn today. Just because she hadn’t fucked nobody didn’t make her no type of boss bitch in my eyes. She was still the same old crybaby Daisy to me.
“There’s just something about her,” Montana mumbled shaking his head as if he was thinking hard as hell about her.
“Yeah, but I’ve got one up on her though. She’ll be mine whether she likes it or not.” He licked his lips like he could already taste her pussy on them.
“She’s trash and I’m better. This shit is whack as hell.” I shoved Montana before rising up to leave that nigga to his thoughts of her.
“Bitch,” Montana reached back so far and came around so quickly, I never saw it coming. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again. You got that?”
My body crashed to the floor. I scooted a few feet away from him gawking up into his eyes as he hovered over me like a dark cloud. He stared back at me with menacing eyes that would haunt me for the rest of my days. Tears compromised the crevices of my eyes but I refused to allow them to show me as a weak bitch. I couldn’t let him see me falter like that. He had to know that I was the kind of female that would take a licking and keep on ticking. I needed to be hard for him so that when he saw how weak she was he wouldn’t want her on his team anymore. Team us. Fuck her.
“Yeah, I got you. Let me go make your bath water so I can give you that massage,” I replied softly rubbing the shit out my cheek to soothe the burning throbbing pain emanating from it. “Is that alright with you?”
He waved his hand at me as if he was an emperor sending his peasant away. I wasn’t sure what kinds of plans he had for me when he moved Daisy up in here. But I couldn’t let that bitch have him. Why should she get everything and leave me with nothing? There was no way that she was going to step on my toes once again and rip my lifestyle out from under me. Who needed enemies when I had friends that would backstab me in a heartbeat? I headed up the stairs towards the bathroom to begin my wifely duties even though I wasn’t his fucking wife.
“What the fuck you mean you ain’t gonna be able to make it?” Montana’s voice blared through the house as he spoke on the phone, nearly forcing me to jump out of my skin. “You’re coming or else?”
