Crazy In Love

by Yoshe

  Sean shook his head. Now he saw where Shamari got his attitude from. Sean insisted Brandi take her coat off.

  “Girl, are you nervous or somethin’?” he asked. “Take that hot-ass fur off!”

  Brandi stood up and threw her coat on the couch. To his delight, she had on Frederick’s of Hollywood cream-colored booty shorts and a frilly see-through baby doll shirt to match with thigh boots. Sean was stuck on stupid.

  “Oh, shit!” he uttered, as Brandi walked toward him. She pulled down his sweats and squatted on the floor so that she could take his dick into her mouth. Sean’s head fell back onto the couch, as he enjoyed the excellent head that Brandi was giving him. Sean watched the head of his dick disappear in her mouth and threw his head back, moaning with pleasure. Brandi’s tongue swept across the shaft of his Johnson and she gave him a little tug of his testicles. The house was quiet so Sean was able to hear the slurping noises while she was giving him oral. Brandi shined Sean’s dick up with thick saliva, becoming more and more excited by the minute, thinking of how much she wanted him to fuck her. Brandi sucked and slurped until he ejaculated into her pretty, glossed-up mouth and she swallowed every drop of his cum. She then licked his rod until it was bone dry. All Sean could do was just stare at her. He was not even bothered by the fact he had just had sex with Yadi an hour before the sexual encounter with Brandi.

  “I . . . I don’t even know what to say,” he exclaimed. “That shit was good!”

  Brandi then reached into her large Fendi Spy bag and pulled out a Magnum condom. She put it on Sean’s erect penis with her mouth then he removed the lingerie, keeping the boots on. She climbed on top of Sean and slid his dick inside her. She was so wet from the anticipation of fucking Sean that she instantly began to have multiple orgasms after a few minutes of grinding on him. Sean looked like he was having an out-of-body experience and Brandi smiled because it was turning out exactly the way she wanted it to. She let him hit it doggie style and he lost his mind as he watched Brandi’s juicy ass jiggle while he pounded her soaking wet pussy. He loved that. As they fucked all over the house all that could be heard was him smacking her ass.

  Meanwhile, Yadira had double-backed and was in front of Sean’s house. She had forgotten to return the key he had given her. Wanting to surprise him, she took it upon herself to put the key into the door and walk in. Before she could call out Sean’s name, she heard Brandi’s moans coming from upstairs. Embarassed and hurt, Yadi just shook her head and left the key on top of the oak banister in the foyer. She ran outside and back to her car with tears in her eyes.

  Later on, after an evening of passionate lovemaking, Sean and Brandi made their way downstairs. They were so turned on that they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and stayed in bed for hours. Sean made Brandi something to eat, feeding her morsels from his plate while she did the same. Aside from the sex, Sean really dug Brandi. Brandi finally decided to open to Sean and talk to him about her past life.

  “Sean, I have to confess, I was a wild chick back in the days,” she said, out the blue, while they sat in the living room to drink some wine after their dinner. “I was a straight-up ’hood chick. I didn’t drink or smoke but I used to sell my drugs, get my money, my cars, my jewels, my clothes; I was a mess! I had a Porsche, a Benz, a BMW, and a Land Rover. I didn’t have them at the same time but I had them all.”

  “What about the feds? You never been locked up?” he asked.

  Brandi sipped her wine from the champagne flute. “No, and this was because I always hid behind my brothers and Maleek. They never even suspected I was hustling because they just looked at me as some young chick that was living off her man’s and her older brothers’ hustling money. Plus, I was smarter than them. I had my clientele that I dealt with and I didn’t put myself out there with new people like that. That life is no way to live because you can’t trust anyone. Who doesn’t want to trust one single person in their life? That’s a very lonely life.”

  Sean agreed. “You’re right, but what made you go back to school?”

  “When Maleek was killed, I had to go back and live with my mother. She said to me, ‘Brandi, this little boy already lost his father, does he deserve to lose his mother, too?’ I thought about what she said and she was right. My best friend, Sheba, was also my biggest insipiration when it came time for me to get myself together.”

  Brandi paused, remembering the tough time she had adjusting to life after hustling. She continued after a few moments of reflection.

  “Sean, I was not the most religious person in the world at the time, but I prayed. I prayed for my son, and my mother because I had put her through so much, and myself. I really, really hurt my mother over the years and I could see how it took a toll on her and our relationship. I even prayed for Maleek’s mother because she had lost her son. For a while, it seemed like God had given me a clean slate because I started doing the right thing for once. That is, until Shamari began to act like a fool. Just when I thought that the Lord had forgiven me, here goes my son with his mess. Now I know how my mother felt.”

  “Do you think Shamari is pickin’ up where you left off?”

  “Definitely. Fortunately, I have never been locked up. I was lucky enough to get away with my crimes and indiscretions back then. But I made my mother cry many a day because she expected so much more from her only girl. I was her last hope because my brothers was into their bullshit. Now that I’m in my mama’s shoes and being that Shamari is my one and only child, he is my last hope.” Brandi shrugged her shoulders. “It’s karma, I guess.”

  Sean sat back for a moment to analyze their conversation. The more she talked about her past, the more he felt that he could relate to her. There was more to Brandi than just beauty. It was the brains and street smarts that gave her brownie points. To hear it coming from her own mouth, Sean would have never believed that she was a former drug trafficker. Narrowly escaping death and incarceration, Brandi was the phenomenal woman.

  What Sean didn’t know was that Brandi, at one time, was just as crazy for love as Yadi. Love for her was confused with borderline obsession. The last man Brandi was madly in love with was Shamari’s father and when he crossed her, she wished death on him. With the help of counseling, Brandi was able to rid of herself of those demons and become a better mother, daughter, and lover. Unfortunately, she still had to go through life with the memory that she was a vocal instrument in Maleek’s murder, although she didn’t physically pull the trigger.

  After some years of emotional, psychological, and emotional abuse from Maleek, Brandi became a glutton for punishment. Even though she fought him tooth and nail, she still catered to his every whim, silently yearning for his approval. Brandi thought back to a time when she found herself working hard to please the narcissistic Maleek. Everytime she obeyed him, it only added to his over-inflated ego.

  “I hate you! You fuckin’ lyin’-ass dog!” Brandi screamed at Maleek. “I thought that you wasn’t goin’ to the fuckin’ party!”

  Maleek put his hand up like he was going to slap Brandi and she flinched. They had had their share of physical altercations, too.

  “Shut the fuck up before I slap the shit outta you!” he yelled. “That ass whippin’ didn’t teach you shit, huh? And I ain’t gotta tell you shit! You’re my girl, so why are you worried about what I’m doin’ out there in the world when I live with you?”

  “Fuck all that! I wanted to go to the party, too! What is this new shit you on, huh, Maleek? You don’t wanna be seen with me? I can’t go nowhere with you now?”

  “Get that shit out your mind right now ’cause you ain’t goin’! This shit is strictly for ballin’—”

  Brandi was livid.

  “Nigga, I make just as money as you out there in them streets. I probably can make more than you but I don’t wanna put your black ass outta business!”

  Suddenly, Maleek slapped the hell out of Brandi, knocking her into the glass sliding doors of their closet.

  “You fuckin’ dumb
bitch! Who do you think you are, dissin’ me like that, huh? I made your ass what you are today! I fucked that pussy and made it shape to this dick. I put you on to this money out here in the streets. I let you have my fuckin’ seed, bitch! You supposed ta bow down to me. I’m the king of this fuckin’ castle! You here to serve me so don’t ever tell me that you would knock Maleek out the box! You was nothin’ but a thievin’ ass, boostin’ bitch when I met you!”

  As she sat on the floor, holding her stinging face, Maleek picked up his mink jacket off the bed. He looked at Brandi, who was crying and stunned. From the slap and the way he was talking to her, Brandi realized that she was back to square one; trying to please a man who would never be pleased.

  “You owe me a fuckin’ apology,” Maleek spat.

  Brandi looked up at him towering over her. “I’m sorry, King.”

  “Yeah, you are sorry. Bitch.”

  Maleek slammed the door as he walked out of the house. The noise startled Shamari and Brandi screamed in frustration as the baby began to cry at the top of his lungs.

  Sean closed the front door, after making sure that Brandi had pulled off in her car. He turned off the lights downstairs. He made his way upstairs to his bedroom when suddenly his hand hit the key that was on top of the banister, knocking it to the floor. He looked at the key and frowned, knowing that he had never put it there. He realized that it was the spare key that he had given to Yadi! Sean looked around his house, wondering if she was still lingering around somewhere in his house. He figured that she must have come back to return it to him.

  “Oh, shit!” Sean said to himself, stopping in the middle of the stairwell. He wondered if she overheard him and Brandi having sex. Yeah, she heard it, he thought. Sean shook his head and walked back up to his bedroom. He knew that getting involved with Yadi was a mistake.

  Chapter 17

  After leaving Sean’s house, Yadi found herself on the way back to Queens. Yadi had to keep convincing herself that Sean was a bachelor and he was entitled to have any woman he wanted. The only problem was that Yadi assumed that he wanted to be with her, especially after the way they had made love to each other.

  When Yadi arrived at Vanita’s house, she was totally flustered and feeling like a complete idiot. She made her way upstairs, where Vanita was in the bed with Jada, reading her a bedtime story. They looked so peaceful that Yadi felt guilty about even feeling down about Sean Daniels. She looked at her daughter and her best friend and concluded that the world did not revolve around having a man, although she couldn’t say that she hadn’t always made it her business to be without one. Vanita looked up and acknowledged her presence. She saw the expression on Yadi’s face and asked Jada to go into the other bedroom to watch the Nickelodeon channel while she talked to her mommy. After Jada gave her mother a tight hug and walked in the other room, Yadi threw her coat she had on onto the floor. She then collapsed into Vanita’s arms and began to sob. Vanita immediately comforted her.

  “What happened, Yadi?” Vanita asked, with a look of concern on her face. She passed the sniffling Yadi some Kleenex tissues from the box on the nightstand next to her bed.

  “Sean had some woman in his house when I went back to return the key. He didn’t know I walked in, he didn’t know I heard them!” she replied through sobs.

  Vanita rolled her eyes. It seemed as if Yadi was always putting herself in a position to get hurt. She didn’t want to blame her for her own actions but she always tried to keep it real with her friend and this situation was no different.

  “Sweetie, I am really tryin’ to ride with you throughout this whole ordeal. I can see why you are upset with Sean and probably yourself because I would be, too. But baby, I hate to get on you but you walked in that man’s house without permission, and it didn’t matter if you was returnin’ the key or not. That was a no-no. Why didn’t you ring the bell?”

  Yadi shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t want to tell Vanita that she had plans to seduce Sean one more time before she left his home for good.

  Vanita cut her eyes at Yadi. “I know why. You probably was goin’ over there to screw him again before you left for good, wasn’t you?”

  Yadi couldn’t contain herself and burst into a hysterical laugh, while wiping tears from her cheeks. They both laughed with each other.

  “You know, Vanita, I can’t stand your ass. You know me like a damn book!” Yadi smiled, as she blew her nose.

  Vanita shook her head. “Girl, you’re talkin’ to an old pro! I have been there and done that with these triflin’ negroes. But I can’t live without them, though. They don’t do anything but try to treat us like hot garbage sometimes but this is why we gotta be smarter than them. You have to emotionally disconnect yourself and not have too many ‘high’ expectations when it comes to those nasty mofos. Trust me, my method works!”

  “How was the trip with your guy friend?” Yadi asked, attempting to change the subject.

  Vanita rolled her doe eyes. “Please, girl. It was nice. I spent his money, got a free trip and shopped ’til I dropped. In the midst of all that, his thing wouldn’t even get up!”

  They both rolled with laughter. Vanita continued. “Girl, I told him to lose my number until he got him a prescription of Viagra. Had the nerve to have a fuckin’ attitude with me because his dick was limp. Shouldn’t I have had the attitude?!”

  Yadi continued to laugh. She still had Sean on her mind, though, but she was going to have to learn to keep her emotions in check like her friend told her to. If they were meant to be, it would be. Unfortunately, that would be easier said than done.

  Chapter 18

  The rattling on the cell door awakened the drugged Shamari. It was the CO on the night shift trying to get him up so that he could prepare for court.

  “Wallace, wake up, son. You got court, baby boy!” CO Washington called out. She was a plump, short woman who had been an officer for twenty-five years and who was like a mother or grandmother figure to most of the inmates in Five West.

  “Okay, Miss Washington, I’m gettin’ up! I was tore up from that Tylenol with codeine,” Shamari responded.

  The cell door opened. Miss Washington stood at the door with her hand on her hip. “C’mon, baby! Take your shower and stuff, get your court clothes on and Miss Washington will make sure you have a li’l somethin’ to eat before you go to the receivin’ room! You need somethin’ in your belly when you’re takin’ medication!”

  Shamari gathered his shower supplies and dragged himself into the shower. He lathered up, careful not to wet the bandages on his neck. After completing the shower, he dried himself off and put his underwear on. He removed some Bacitracin ointment from his pocket that he had received from the nurse to put on his wound and put a glob on his finger. Shamari put the ointment on his anus and removed the skinny razor that was wrapped in small shreds of a ripped sheet with a small string on the end, looking amazingly similar to a woman’s tampon. He winced but managed to put the small homemade weapon in between his ass cheeks. He made sure that he was comfortable and that it was well hidden.

  He walked back to his cell with his sweatpants and wife beater on. Back in his cell, Shamari did a double check of the weapon to make sure that it was strategically placed. He simulated squatting and was pleased when he couldn’t see the string hanging from between his ass cheeks. Shamari was officially armed, jail style.

  After putting on the clothes that he was wearing to court, which consisted of a button-down Polo shirt, Polo khakis to match, and Prada shoes on his feet, he walked toward the front desk. Miss Washington was waiting there with some bread and jelly and a small container of milk for Shamari to eat.

  “This should hold you until you get to the receivin’ room. And good luck in court today, baby,” she said. Shamari thanked Miss Washington and walked out of Five West with the rest of the court inmates.

  As he got closer and closer to the receiving area, Shamari was a nervous wreck. The receiving room was a large area with huge holding pens
where inmates were admitted into and discharged from the jail. The receiving area or “intake” was busy around the clock with several correction officers running around to ensure that every inmate was in their rightful place.

  Male officers took several inmates to the back of the receiving room to strip search them. The inmates would have to remove all articles of clothing and stand there buck-naked. Shamari was in line to be searched and he closed his eyes when the muscular CO told him to turn around and squat. Shamari did as he was told and the officer told him to get dressed. He paused for a moment, in shock that he didn’t get caught with the weapon that was secreted between his ass cheeks. The CO looked at Shamari strangely.

  “Mothafucka, get dressed! What the fuck are you just standin’ there for?” the CO boomed. The officer turned to his coworker, who was just as muscular as he was. “Dumbass crook!” he stated, as his partner nodded his head in agreement.

  Shamari walked off with a slight smirk on his face. “No, dumb-ass police!” Shamari whispered to himself, as he walked back to his holding pen.

  As the bus rattled on the Brooklyn Queens Expressway, Shamari shifted around in the hard metal seat. The ride was miserable because some of the inmates were going to meet their fate in court that day. Many were career criminals with long rap sheets who were finally going to be served with a lot of time so it was not a time for shit talking and jiving. Shamari was on his way to accept the plea agreement so that he could move on and do his own time in state prison.

  Upon arriving in court, Shamari waited for his name to be called. He sat in the court holding pen, careful not to make eye contact with any of the ignorant assholes who were probably looking for a fight. He needed to make this court appearance and he didn’t have time to get into a verbal or physical spat with anybody. He had to keep in mind that he had a baby on the way so he was going to have to start doing whatever it took to make sure he was in one piece when he came home.