Contents
1. Megyn Thomas
Cortez “Belly” Khalil
Blaise Cansino
Belly
2. Priscilla Dimitri
Manuel “Manny” Ortiz
Blaise
Will
3. Alivia Farms
Belly
Nichole Carriage
Priscilla
4. Manny
Blaise
Will
Alivia
5. Belly
Blaise
Nichole
Priscilla
6. Manny
Blaise
Isabella “Izzy” Carriage
Will
7. Alivia
Belly
Nichole
Priscilla
8. Manny
Blaise
Belly
Isabella
9. Will
Alivia
Belly
Nichole
10. Priscilla
Blaise
Belly
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Megyn Thomas
Hell hath no fury… couple days before the shooting…
I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills… He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels…
“Bitch, that dress isn’t covering shit! But you got the body for it!” Zara laughed as we danced to “Money” by Cardi B in our section.
“I know. I wanted to give the people something to look at.”
“You mean these niggas.” Zara refilled her cup with more vodka as we sat down.
I shrugged, saying, “There is nothing these niggas can offer me here, but they can look. I’m sure their girlfriends or wives don’t look half this good.”
“Let me guess, it’s because they’re not better than Belly.” She rolled her eyes.
“It’s not that. It’s that I love him, and that’s who I want to be with, so there is no point in other men even trying.”
“I can’t believe you got another tattoo of this nigga’s name, and he can’t even text you back.”
I’d gotten Belly’s real name on my wrist, in the same place Blaise had his initials. I wanted to upstage her and add something to my other tattoo of his nickname that I’d gotten.
“He does text me back,” I half lied.
Belly and I hadn’t talked much since Blaise’s birthday back in September. No matter what I said to him, he never replied, unless it was something like me congratulating him on an endeavor. And even then, it was a simple ‘thanks’.
My calls went unanswered as well. I was damn near depressed, and the only time I could even think straight or be okay was when I went out with Zara or was deep into my work for my lash line.
I just didn’t understand why he didn’t want me. I was pretty as hell, my body was beyond on point, I had my own money, I fucked him like a porn star, and had no children. What was I doing wrong? Better yet, what was I not doing that Blaise was doing?
“Whatever you say.” Zara shook her head.
“Excuse me. A young lady wants to come into your section,” the guy guarding our table let me know.
I followed his pointer finger, and my eyes landed on Helen. Helen was a bird in the industry, always looking for a rich and famous nigga to fuck on. We’d crossed paths on multiple occasions, so we definitely knew of one another, same with Blaise.
Helen was cool, I guess. I didn’t really fuck with her closely like that, and I didn’t want to start. However, she used to be cool with Blaise, another bird, so if she was here, maybe she could give me some insight on Blaise and Belly’s relationship.
“Go ahead and let her in,” I told the bouncer.
He nodded and then went to bring Helen over. She was smiling widely with her fresh weave hanging down her back. Helen was pretty as hell, and the surgeon who’d done her body had magic hands because it looked every bit of real. Her personality was what made her nothing but pussy to the type of men she wanted to be wifed by.
“Hey, girl!” Helen said excitedly, taking a seat next to me.
“Hey, what’s up?” I chuckled softly at Zara since she was frowning in confusion.
“Nothing much. I was just here, and since I saw you, I decided to come over and say hi.”
“Oh… okay. Well, this is my best friend, Zara.”
“Nice to meet you.” Helen gave Zara a smile, and Zara reciprocated.
“Ooh damn, he is fine. We should tell him and his friends to come chill with us.” Zara nodded her head to a dude dressed up and dripping in a lot of ice.
“No. You know if my man finds out I’m in a section with a bunch of niggas, it’s going to be a problem. I don’t feel like being bothered by thirsty dudes anyway.” I waved Zara’s idea off.
“You’re still with Belly?” Helen inquired.
“Of course.”
She looked me over slowly, almost like she was jealous. I knew Helen had been mentioning that she’d fucked with Belly; other people had told me they’d heard her running her mouth. So I wasn’t surprised by her envious stare at the moment. I was used to bitches hating ever since I’d started messing with Belly.
“Well I heard that Blaise is having his baby, and this is coming from a very credible source.”
“No, she’s not having his baby, I’m sure of it.” I shook my head, heart beating rapidly at the thought.
There was no way Belly had gotten her pregnant. Yeah, he was fucking her, but he was fucking all of us. This couldn’t be true; first Maia and now her? I was gonna lose my mind over this man; well, what little I had left.
“No, honey. Someone said they heard Belly asking about the baby Blaise is currently carrying. Trust me when I tell you, she’s pregnant, and that tea will spill to the world soon.”
“Who was the source? How do you even know this?”
“I don’t reveal my sources, but just know that they’re credible because they’re very close to both Belly and Blaise; homegirl is pregnant.”
“Is this all she does? Trap rich niggas with babies?” Zara scoffed, mad for me.
I couldn’t say anything as I stared down at the club floor, baffled. I was hoping like hell that Helen was just being messy and had no idea what she was talking about. If true, I could only hope that this pregnancy would turn Belly off, making him separate from her. A wise man once said, if you want to keep a man, don’t have his baby.
Even though I wanted to leave, I stayed at the club for a few more hours since Zara wanted to. She did end up inviting those men into our section, but I paid them no mind because I wasn’t feeling it. Also, I didn’t want pictures of me and them coming out, pissing Belly off.
By the time it was 2 a.m., I was home, showered, and in my bed, crying myself to sleep.
The next day… a little after 2 p.m… day before the shooting…
I couldn’t really sleep the entire night. I’d only doze off for about thirty minutes, before my sad thoughts would awaken me. By the time it was 9 a.m., I just decided to get up. I had no appetite, and nothing on TV could keep my attention.
After a while of trying to be normal, I messaged Belly’s homeboy Ozzy on Instagram, asking him where Belly would be today. He told me he would only give me that information if I agreed to go out with him, so I went to Cole, who gave it to me with no questions asked.
Cole let me know Belly would be chilling with them in the studio, because Siggy was recording. They’d be there from 1 p.m. until about 3 p.m., so I thought I’d show up right in the middle. I figured by this time, Belly would be t
here and not getting ready to leave.
“Hey, fellas.” I entered the studio room.
My knees felt like they were knocking at the sight of Belly sitting on the couch looking fine as ever. He wasn’t super dressed up, just wearing a basketball jersey, jeans, and some Pharrell Williams NMD Adidas. The way his strong tattoo covered arms looked in that jersey had me salivating down below. Even under his hat, I could tell his fade was freshly cut, and as I neared him, his Chanel cologne traveled up my nostrils.
“What’s up?” everyone quizzed randomly except Belly. He just sat back, folding his arms.
I took a seat next to him and asked, “Can I talk to you?”
“About what?”
“In private. It’s very important, Cortez.”
“Them niggas ain’t paying attention. Say what the fuck you gotta say so you can get the fuck up out of here.”
I swallowed hard, hurt by his words. I double-checked, confirming that his friends were engaged in conversation and listening to the music. Because of that, I felt comfortable enough to go ahead and talk.
“Are you having a baby with Blaise?”
“None of ya fucking business.”
I didn’t know why, but the tears were spilling down my cheeks. He turned to look at me, his expression calm with no trace of anger or distress.
“I’ve realized that you have your mind set on being with her, but I love you. And because I love you, Cortez, I’m willing to come second. I know how to play my part, and I promise you I won’t say anything to her or to anyone to let them know we’re fucking around. I won’t hound you; you just let me know when you want me, and I will be there. And I promise not to fuck with other guys; I’ll just be yours.” I sniffled, hand on his knee as my thumb brushed it lightly. “What do you say?” I stared him in the eyes. He was unbelievably handsome, with swag out of this world. I found it impossible for me to meet another man like him, so I was willing to share with Blaise.
“Megyn—”
“Just think about it, baby. When you get tired of her, or want a break, you can come to me. We can have a family and everything, but be low-key. And you’ll be the only man I have a baby by.”
“Megyn, I don’t want you as my main bitch, my side bitch, my back up bitch, none of that shit. Only female I wanna fuck with is Blaise. I don’t need no extra pussy. Yo’ shit was good for what it was, but not enough for me to wanna lock it down. And I would never fuck with a female that I didn’t respect, so build ya muthafuckin’ self-esteem back up and go find another nigga to fuck on, ‘cause I’m not interested in the slightest.”
“Okay, I didn’t want to tell you such news in this way, but I’m pregnant. It’s yours, so don’t try to say it’s not.” For a moment, he just looked at me then chuckled. His smile was everything, and so was his cologne that hit me in the face when he moved. “Ah!” I whimpered when he gripped my jaw so tightly, I thought it would break. He clenched his teeth, anger soaring throughout his face as he glared at me.
“You ain’t fucking pregnant, so don’t start no bullshit with me, bitch. You better tread real muthafuckin’ lightly because yo’ ass is swerving in dangerous fucking territory. I wouldn’t slide up in you raw even if Baby Jesus himself descended back onto the fucking Earth to tell me to do so. Keep fucking with a nigga, Megyn, and watch me knock yo’ fucking teeth down ya throat. Have you pissing ’em out that mediocre ass pussy.”
He let my jaw go, but I still snatched away, sobbing softly. I felt sick and didn’t know what to do, but I couldn’t just let him treat me this way.
After leaving out of the studio, I sat in my car and just cried as hard as I ever had. Despite how badly Belly had talked to me, I just didn’t believe he didn’t care for me. All the times we spent together, and all the nice things he’d said and done, made it hard for me to grasp the fact that he was suddenly off me. It didn’t add up.
I began to ponder, wondering how I could fuck with Blaise; indirectly, of course. I had a feeling that if I did anything to her directly, Belly would kill me. Not to mention, Blaise had a reputation for not keeping her hands to herself, and I was way too grown and sexy to be out here fighting.
But I couldn’t just leave her alone; she annoyed me beyond belief. It’s like all she did was get pregnant by niggas that she knew people wanted. She had no business letting Belly knock her up when he belonged to all of us; it was selfish and done on purpose.
Not to mention, I didn’t even understand how she was able to pull this off with Five-Star and Belly. Five-Star was an asshole with an ego out of this world, but he was good looking, made fire beats, and had hella paper, so bitches loved him.
Then Belly, everything about this man was fine; even his presence alone was attractive. Throw in him being tall, solid, an undefeated boxer, plus signing million-dollar deals left and right, and he was every bitch’s dream. By saying that, I was doing every woman in the industry a favor right now by hurting Blaise as best as I could from afar.
Last night, Helen damn near begged me for my number, and I didn’t want to give it to her, but I did. I was happy she texted me right then, because I needed to call her now.
Helen was known for her big ass mouth, one of the reasons niggas smashed and dashed her. She didn’t know how to keep quiet. Anytime a man with a name and some money showed her any attention, she had to let the world know, which was why she couldn’t keep their asses. Anyway, I was going to use her to send in a story because I knew she couldn’t hold water or tea in this case.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Hey, Helen, are you busy?” I made myself sound as if I were crying or about to. Since I’d just been doing so, it was pretty easy.
“No, not really. Are you okay?”
“No. I’m in the hospital.”
“What? Oh my gosh! Where? I will come see you!”
“No, I don’t want any company. I’m too depressed and embarrassed at the moment. Plus, I’ll be going home tomorrow, and maybe you can see me then if I’m up to it.”
“Sure. What happened, Megyn?”
“Promise you won’t say anything?” I pretended to trust her. If you wanted the world to know something, tell Helen. Plus, even if she didn’t run to the blogs, which she would, she knew Blaise or people close to Blaise, so this would get to her one way or the other.
“Girl, you know I don’t run my mouth.”
I pulled my iPhone away to give it a look before rolling my eyes and placing it back to my ear.
“So last night when you told me Blaise was pregnant, it really bothered me.” I made my voice tremble.
“Yeah, I could tell. You didn’t seem to be in a party mood. I’m sorry.”
“Right, but the reason I was so disturbed by it is because I’m pregnant too.” I sobbed hysterically or faked a hysterical sob.
“Oh my gosh! First Maia, then Blaise, now you. This nigga—”
“I’m not anymore though. I contacted Belly to find out if Blaise was in fact pregnant, and he was so mean to me that I miscarried this morning!”
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, boo!”
“He told me he didn’t want me or the baby and to kill it, or he would push me down the stairs.”
“What the hell! Megyn, I feel so bad! I can’t believe I ever fucked with him.”
I rolled my eyes at her last statement because she knew damn well she’d never even gotten the chance to see Belly’s dick, let alone feel it.
Belly had a type: very well kept and feminine. You had to be dressed nice, nails done, makeup done, heels, just well put together for him to even look your way. Yes, Helen could dress, but she was tacky as hell at times. Belly liked the grown and sexy type as far as looks and upkeep. It was obvious from looking at Blaise, Kharla, Maia, Sienna, Cadence, and I.
I got a visual of Helen slurping up this tea, and it made me smirk. She was definitely about to put this on front street.
Cortez “Belly” Khalil
Okay… back where we left off…
“Alright, we’re about to start letting everyone in.” This white guy who was coordinating the signing let me know. This shit was low-key unprofessional, and I didn’t expect that considering my status, but I guess since this was a good area, people didn’t do much.
“Aight.” I nodded.
I had Ozzy on one side of me, Siggy on the other, and Will’s ass off to the left taking photos.
He was acting weird, and extremely skittish. He kept asking ‘if I saw’, but I didn’t know what the fuck he was referring to. I didn’t too much pay attention to blogs and media gossip unless someone brought it my attention. And I’d been too busy today to check messages and shit that weren’t from Blaise. I assumed he was referring to the mess Nichole had made though. I guess he really liked her sewer ass.
People started coming in, and I began signing their shit. Some people had posters, others had boxing gloves, or just random shit they wanted signed. I had my Hood’s Champ merchandise off to the side, so I was grinning seeing there was a line for that.
“Belly, let me suck your dick! Please! I love you!” some girl shouted, making everyone, including me, die laughing.
“What’s up, man? Who do I make this out to?” I grabbed the glove from a young black boy and put my marker to it.
Whispering, he replied, “To Belly, From Mason.”
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