“Every bone in my body is killing me right now and my vision isn’t that good. It’s like certain things are blurry,” I told her, truthfully.
“Okay let me go and get you some pain medicine. Now the blurriness that you’re experiencing is because your right eye is swollen shut but with the pain meds that I’m going to give you, the swelling should go down in no time. Now, your left shoulder was dislocated, which is why you have the cast on,” she informed me.
“How long will I have to wear the cast?” I asked the nurse.
“There really isn’t an estimated time. It can take anywhere between three to twelve weeks,” she said. I nodded my head and she asked if I needed anything else and I just shook my head no and turned my head away because I was embarrassed. She gave me a sympathetic tap on my good shoulder and reassured me that everything was going to be okay. As soon as she left, the water works started. I didn’t want to cry in front of an outsider. I’d rather do it in a room full of people who’ve witnessed me cry millions of times already.
“Don’t even fuckin’ do it Imani. You already know I’m going to handle this so don’t even fuckin’ do it!” Shard told me.
“How the fuck you gon’ tell her not to cry? She’s hurting right now! This your fuckin’ fault this shit happened in the first place!” my mom told Rashard and then walked over and sat on the bed next me as I cried on her shoulder.
“I know my woman is hurting right now but she knows that I’m going to handle it too. And what the fuck you mean this my fault? You think I would allow some bitch to run up on my woman and have her laid up in the hospital?!” Shard asked angrily and I shot him a look telling him to stop it.
“Y’all calm down. Nobody needs to be pointing the finger at nobody right now. Yes, this is devastating that this happened, but let’s all just calm down,” my dad said, stepping between my mother and Rashard.
I made a mental note to get on my mother about her little outburst later on. How dare she blame this shit on Rashard! He didn’t have anything to do with the fact that Quanie and her butch ass friend decided to jump my ass. I also needed to get on Shard to for cursing at my mama. I understood he was upset but respect my mama the same way I respect yours!
After having everybody baby me for the next hour or so, the detectives did finally make their way inside of my room and I did exactly what Shard had told me to do, which was to play stupid. After they left with no answers to any questions that they asked me, I told my family that they could leave and of course Shard was going to stay the night with me. After they all rained kissed over me and told me how much they loved me, they all left.
Shard got into the small hospital bed with me and accidently bumped into my bad arm. “Oh my God Rashardddd,” I cried out. Damn, that shit hurt so damn bad. I really wasn’t trying to be a drama queen right now but damn.
“Ssshh baby, I’m sorry. My bad,” he said and I laid my head on him and wiped my eyes. “You ready to tell me who did this shit now?” he asked me, once I had calmed down a little bit.
“Your bitch Quanie and some other dike looking bitch,” I told him.
“First of all that ain’t my bitch. Never was, never will be. I got something for that ho though and I know exactly who it was that helped her do it too. That’s her home girl Esha,” Shard told me.
“Where were you anyways Shard when this was going on? Not saying that this is your fault but when I was calling you before I left to go to the store, your phone was going to voicemail,” I told him.
“That’s because my phone had died. Eventually when I did get in the car to put it on the charger, your moms was already blowing my phone up, telling me to come get to the hospital,” he said.
I nodded my head okay and continued to lie on his chest. The pain had subsided for the most part and my vision had gotten better but my eyes were still a little swollen. “Everything gon’ be good Mani. Stop worrying. Your man got it all under control,” he assured me.
I couldn’t help but feel low right now. Here I was looking like Martin Lawrence on the episode when his face got all swollen because he got his ass beat up by Tommy Hearns. “You still love me Shard?” It killed me to ask him that but I just had to know.
“Mani why would you even ask me that shit? You know damn well I love you girl. You are my world baby. I know sometimes I be too hard on you but everything I do, every move I make is for you and little man baby. I love everything about your ass. The way your ass eat, sleep, talk, every fuckin’ thing. Can’t another bitch in this world take your place li’l mama, just know that,” he told me, making me cry happy tears.
“So you don’t think I look like Martin on that boxing episode?” I asked, looking up at him. I watched on as Shard burst out laughing. I sucked my teeth at him and laid back down.
“Baby, I think you high off them damn pain meds. Why would you say that shit?” he asked me, after he finished laughing at me, making me feel like shit.
I ignored him and closed my eyes. “No matter what baby, you the most beautiful woman that I ever laid my eyes on and I love you girl,” he said to me.
“I love you too baby,” I said to him.
“Even when you do look like Martin,” he laughed. I reached over and slapped him with my good arm.
I’m just playing with you baby. Go to sleep because they gon’ discharge you in the morning,” he told me. I got as comfortable as I could in this little ass bed with him.
“And I want in on whatever you got planned to do with that bitch. I want in! This is the second time that this ho has fucked with me,” I told Rashard with my eyes closed.
“Imani, go to sleep. I got this under control,” Rashard told me.
I shook my head because Rashard always tried to act like he didn’t need my help. What was Clyde without bonnie? What was Jay-Z without Beyoncé? Nothing! I didn’t care what his ass said. I wanted in on the payback. I mean, I was the one laying up in the hospital with a dislocated shoulder, two swollen eyes, and every bone of my body in pain. I deserve to at least hit that bitch with a head shot!
2 weeks later
Chapter 6: Dontae
I rolled over in bed and looked at the time and saw that it was 9:05 in the morning on a Saturday. I looked to the left of me and noticed that my fiancée wasn’t in her spot in the bed with me. That’s when I noticed the water running in the shower. I got out the bed and ran down the hallway into my daughter’s room to make sure she was asleep. I was about to fuck with Breesha and I didn’t need for my daughter to hear us. I silently closed her door back, careful not to wake her up. I went back inside of my bedroom and noticed that the shower was still running. I picked up my camcorder from off of the dresser and hit record. I eased my way inside of the bathroom and my baby had her back to me with the water running down her body.
“Baby?” I called out huskily.
She turned around and damn my baby looked like a damn angel. The way her perky titties sat up and that flat ass stomach and diamond belly button piercing was shining, caused my dick to already be standing at attention. Breesha was in a whole league of her own. I was not just saying that shit because that’s my woman; I was saying it because it was the truth. Any nigga with a dick had to admit that this was the baddest bitch on the damn planet. Shit, even any bitch with a pussy would admit that my woman was the shit.
“Dontae put the camera down and come get in here with me baby,” she said to me in a sexy voice. I knew she wanted the dick because we hadn’t had sex in weeks. After she had the miscarriage, she had been bleeding for a while and she wasn’t giving a nigga no pussy. It got to the point I didn’t even care about the bleeding no more, that’s how bad a nigga wanted to fuck, but of course Breesha mean ass still wasn’t giving it up. I ain’t gon’ lie, she started giving me head but damn, a nigga wanted to feel the real thing.
“You stopped bleeding yet?” I asked her, walking closer into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
“Yes daddy, I stopped yesterday,” she said, looking
directly into the camera.
“Damn, why you didn’t tell your man that yesterday?” I asked her.
“Because I didn’t see my man all day yesterday until midnight and you were drunk and daddy knows that I hate drunk dick,” she fussed. I had to laugh because it was the truth. When a nigga was gone off that Henny, that nut took forever to bust. I’d give Breesha round after round. But that’s when the sex was the best, when I made her mad. When she start biting a nigga and talking shit. Little did she know, she made my dick that much harder and her little ass would be the one prolonging my nut.
I walked over to her and slid the shower door open so the camera and I could have better access to that perfect ass body. I reached over and pinched her right nipple and watched as her body shuddered. I gently tapped her on her thigh. “Put that leg right there,” I instructed, pointing to the little bench we had in that big ass shower. She did as she was told and looked at me. I could tell my baby was ready to fuck but I wanted her to put a show on for her man first.
“Now play with that pussy while I stand right here and watch,” I told her. I watched as Breesha slid her beautiful small hands down her body and stuck one finger inside of her pussy.
“Don’t even play, put two!” I said and put the camera right on her pussy. She did it and I watched as my woman pleased herself and that shit was making me harder than a motherfucka’ right now. The way she was making those sexy fuck faces and biting on her lip was driving a nigga crazy.
“Let me know when that pussy about to cum,” I told her and then took her right nipple into my mouth.
“Shit Taeeee,” she moaned. I knew I had her right on the brink of cumming. Whenever she got to calling a nigga Tae, that meant that nut was right around the corner.
“Go ahead,” I said, stepping back because I wanted her facial expression caught on the camera.
“Fucccckkk I’m cummin’,” she said with pleasure written all over her face.
Damn, what a beautiful fuckin’ sight to see. I sat the video camera on top of the counter, facing the mirror with it still on play. I picked Breesha up from out of the shower and placed her in front of the mirror so she could rest her hands on the counter where the camera and see us fuckin’ as well.
“I thought you was going to fuck me in the shower,” Breesha told me, looking back at me. I slapped her ass, letting it jiggle and then placed tons of kisses on it.
“Oh I’ma do that too,” I said cockily. “Now spread those legs for daddy,” I told her. She quickly spread her legs apart while standing up and I bent down and sniffed her pussy. Pussy smelled fuckin’ scrumptious. I kissed it a few times and then let my tongue go into beast mode. I watched as she gasped and held on tight to the counter, causing her knuckles to turn white. All that could be heard from the bathroom were my slurping and her moaning. She reached up and wrapped her hair in a ball and I was mesmerized by all those flower tattoos on her back. That shit was sexy as fuck.
“Dontae you gon’ make me cummm baby,” she moaned when she put her hands back on the counter. Shit, that’s what a nigga was trying to do. When I heard her let out that loud cry, I knew that pussy was about to cum. I let her get herself together and then I stood her back up.
“That’s nut number two,” I told her. She gave me a weak smile and I knew she was preparing herself for the hurting that I was about to put on that pussy. I pulled down my basketball shorts and my boxers and kissed my girl on her neck.
“Put that dick in for me,” I told her. Breesha reached her hand behind her and softly jacked my dick for me. After that, she started rubbing the head of my dick up and down her clit in a circular motion.
“Mmmm baby, I’m going to put it in. Just hold on,” she said, continuing to rub the head of my dick on her pussy. I wasn’t about to play with Breesha so I slapped her hand away and shoved that monster in there myself.
“Fuckkk Dontaeee.” Breesha was moaning and trying her best to take all of me. Being as though we hadn’t fucked in a little minute that pussy was out of shape for a nigga as I was beating that pussy from the back, in my own zone. I took her hair from out of the bun she put it in and watched as it came falling down her back, stopping right above her ass. It was curly and wet, just the way I liked it. I grabbed her hair, not worrying about nothing falling out because this was all my baby’s hair.
“That pussy ain’t been touched in fuckin’ weeks. You missed getting this pussy knocked out the frame, huh?” I asked her.
“Yes baby, I missed this dick so much,” she moaned. I pulled out right quick and man, if looks could kill, my ass would’ve be dead right now. “Fuck Tae, I was cummin’,” she whined.
“Shut up, you gon’ get that nut,” I said, turning her around and sitting her on top of the counter. She rolled her eyes at me and sucked her teeth. The way her pussy was biting and gripping me, I had to switch up positions, or else I was going to be a damn minute man.
“Oh you mad?” I asked, sliding inside of her. “You mad baby?” I asked and started fuckin’ the shit out of her. She started scratching on a nigga chest and I had to place her hands above her head because those little scratches was starting to hurt a nigga. She started matching me stroke for stroke and thrust for thrust. I looked down and Breesha had my dick soaking wet with that wet ass pussy of hers.
“Baby?” she moaned to me.
“What’s up li’l mama?” I asked, not missing a stroke.
“I want a baby,” she said. Whatever my lady wanted, she got. So I let her get her nut off and I pumped a shitload of seeds in her that I knew for a fact would knock her ass up on sight.
“I love you Tae,” she whispered to me with her arms still wrapped around my neck.
“I love you more li’l mama. What else you want?” I asked her, kissing on her neck.
“Take me shopping.” She smiled, showing off those deep ass dimples that I loved so much. She knew damn well her ass didn’t need no more clothes, shoes, purses, or nothing, but whatever because my lady got whatever she wanted.
“What else?” I asked her.
She reached down and starting stroking my dick, immediately bringing that monster back to life. “Some more dick,” she moaned.
“Say no more.” I went to slide back inside and that’s when I heard a little knock on the door. I knew it was nobody but Bria. “Fuck,” I groaned.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Bria announced from the other side of the door.
“I’m coming baby. Just give me a second,” Breesha said, trying to get down off of the counter but I had a strong grip on her waist. I looked at her like she was crazy. Shit, my dick was hard as fuck right now.
“Baby wait, maybe she’ll leave,” I told Breesha and she burst out laughing.
“Dontae move, don’t do my baby like that,” she said and got down from the counter. I watched as she took her black silk robe that was hanging behind the door and quickly put it on.
“You really gon’ leave us hanging like this?” I asked, pointing towards my dick.
“I got you later baby,” she said, kissing my cheek and leaving out the bathroom. When I realized she was dead ass serious, I went to cut the camera off and took me a cold ass shower.
Chapter 7: Nae
“Your ass done got some dick!” I said to Breesha, putting her ass on blast as she came and got inside my car.
“What you talking about Nae?” she asked me, playing dumb.
The shit was a dead giveaway. From the many hickies that were decorating her neck and from the slight limp that she was walking with it was so obvious. My girl couldn’t even sit normal. She had her legs crossed and everything. She even had this whole glow going on. Her hair was pulled back into a slick ponytail but my girl was beautiful though.
“Whatever ho, shit written all over your face,” I told her and pulled off. We were on the way to go visit Imani, with her aggravating ass. Ever since that whole incident happened, Shard wasn’t letting Mani leave the house so she had been bored out of her mind, calling us eve
ry five minutes.
“Girl, I’m so tired of Imani ass. She lucky she my little cousin because I would have been snapped on her little ass. I was getting ready to go hang out with my man and my baby when you called me and said we got to ride out over there,” Breesha vented.
I couldn’t help but laugh because Imani had the both of us wrapped around her finger. It’d been that way for years. That was our little cousin and it was our job to always be there to protect her. But for the most part, Imani was feeling much better. All of the swelling had gone down, but she was still wearing her cast on her arm, acting like she was damn crippled or some shit. I could only imagine what she was putting Shard through over there.
“Girl her li’l ass called me at midnight this morning talking about can I bring her something to eat. I had just gotten my ass in the bed so no I was not about to go no damn where. Bitch really threw a tantrum about that and I had to make sure I wasn’t on the phone with Janiya spoiled ass,” I fussed.
“That ain’t nobody but Shard fault though. He spoil Mani too much and in his eyes, her ass can’t do no wrong,” Breesha said.
Five minutes later, we were pulling up to Shard and Mani’s house. We got out the car together and I went to knock on the door. A minute later, Mani came to the door smiling.
“Hey cousins,” she sang.
I walked past her because I was still mad at her ass from last night but Breesha stayed and talked to her. I spotted little R.J. in his playpen and I went and picked him up and sat him on my lap as I sat on the couch.
“Nae why you mad at me?” Mani asked, as her and Breesha came into the den.
“I’m not mad at you Mani. What’s up though? Why you call us over? You said it was important,” I told her, while playing with my little cousin/godson.
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