“Huh?” I popped my head up just as he pulled a gun from his jacket, making the homies and a few people up here gasp.
POP! POP! POP!
Before I could do or say anything, I felt the bullets pierce me, and the power behind them pushed me back out of my chair. The last thing I remembered was people clamoring about and screaming my name, before I blacked out.
A lot of hours later… About 11 p.m.…
I was lying down, and once I had enough energy to, I opened my eyes. I was confused as fuck for a minute, until I remembered that little nigga shooting me for Mason’s ass.
I tried to sit up abruptly, but a sharp pain shot through my chest and bicep, forcing me to stay my ass right where I was. Glancing over, I saw Blaise seated in a chair with her knees up, sleeping. She looked peaceful, beautiful as usual, with her long dark hair almost touching the floor since her head was cocked.
“Fuck,” I groaned, feeling groggy, irritated, pissed, and every fucking thing else.
That muthafucka Mason had taken shit too far, and the thought of this injury ruining my career infuriated me. I’d worked hard as fuck and sacrificed a lot of shit to get to where I was today, and all that shit could possibly be over with. I didn’t know how to fucking feel. But right now, I needed some fucking water and food.
“Mr. Khalil?” The nurse entered a couple minutes after I’d pressed the button for her on the remote. I gestured for some water, so she replied, “Of course.”
As she rushed out, making the most noise with her rotund ass, she woke Blaise up. When Blaise’s eyes landed on me, she hopped up from the chair to come near me. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to or see anybody right now. I didn’t want to do shit but make sure my body would heal so I could fight. The possibility of it not getting back to normal was fucking my head up.
“How do you feel?” Blaise touched my hand, and I slowly moved it away, staring straight ahead and avoiding eye contact. “Cortez—”
“Here you go, Mr. Khalil.” The nurse returned with a pitcher and cup before pouring me some of the water. Blaise stepped back to allow her to give it to me, and once I’d finished three cups, she and another nurse began to check and look me over.
Finally they left, and Blaise closed the door as I let my head fall back onto the pillow, closing my eyes. I felt her sit on the bed next to me, before touching my hand again. I didn’t have the energy to move it, so I let her.
“Baby, I—”
“Do you know where my phone is?” I cut her off.
“Yeah.” I felt her get up, so I opened my eyes to see her grab it from the table. She walked it over to me, then sat back down on the bed. “Cortez, are you in a lot of pain?”
“Fuck you think, Blaise?” I refused to look up at her as I scoured through my texts, missed calls, and then DM’s on Instagram.
“I mean, I know you’re in pain, but I…” She shrugged. “I’m sorry. Can you tell me what happened? Everyone is saying the shooter said something to you before pulling the trigger.”
“Do you really care?” I finally looked up from my phone.
Megyn had started some shit on the blogs, and I was pissed. Stupid bitch claimed she was pregnant by me but miscarried after I blew up on her and said to get an abortion.
I knew her stupid, delusional fuck ass was trying to start shit with Blaise, but this shit was also gon’ hurt my fucking reputation. It’d be one thing if it were true because I wouldn’t give a fuck what niggas thought, but she wasn’t about to have me out here looking like some deadbeat ass bitch boy. Shit like this made me understand why niggas slapped up some of these females up.
These hoes were gon’ be the death of me. I didn’t understand the need to want or lie about being pregnant by a nigga. That wasn’t gon’ make me fuck with them any harder or any of that bullshit. Either I wanted yo’ ass or I didn’t.
Frowning, Blaise replied, “Yes, I care! What the fuck? Why wouldn’t I care? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here!”
Ignoring her for the moment, I pressed the button for the nurse again.
“I’m fucking starving, I’m frustrated, and I’m irritated with all these females. Is being pregnant the only lie bitches know how to tell?”
Blaise jerked her neck back and said, “Just because Megyn is psycho and Maia played your ass doesn’t mean I would. Trust me, I don’t have to lie, nigga.”
“I didn’t say you did.”
“Yeah, that is what you’re saying. But you know what…” She got off the bed just as the nurse walked in. “…I’ll show you.” She turned to the nurse and asked, “Is there a way I can get a pregnancy test done? Mr. Khalil here doesn’t believe I’m very much pregnant with his child, so I’d like some evidence.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure, of course.” The nurse nodded, looking slightly concerned. “What did you need, Mr. Khalil?”
“Some food. And I don’t want no weak ass Jell-O or that old people shit y’all give niggas. Bring me a cheeseburger or some fried chicken.”
The nurse’s mouth was open for a second, and then she responded with, “Well, I don’t think—”
“I’ll get him some food after the test,” Blaise interjected, so I let my head rock back onto the pillow again as she and the nurse exited.
It seemed like I’d only been asleep for a second before Blaise walked in with some food, and the nurse came in a few minutes later. I saw Blaise had Tupperware containers, and whatever was in them smelled good as hell, making me perk up. She set everything down as the nurse closed the door, holding some paper tab-like shit in her hand.
Walking it over to me, she pointed and said, “See these two lines here and this one line right here? That means this pregnancy test is positive.”
“Thanks, but I never said she wasn’t pregnant.”
The nurse nodded and then left out after moving a couple things around.
Once the door was closed, Blaise put the eating table over my lap, then placed the containers down, pulling the tops off. I saw she’d fried chicken and had rice on the side along with broccoli. In a piece of foil were two brownies. After she gave me some more water, she went to sit down and started eating her own food.
“Here is a napkin.” She gave it to me then sat back down.
“You just cooked this?”
“Yes.”
“How? I wasn’t even asleep that long?”
“It’s been three hours, Cortez. Yes you were.”
I said nothing as I started to tear the food up, so it was quiet as she ate as well. When I was done, she was too, so she got up to move my table away. When she was about to go sit back down, I grabbed her hand to stop her, but she wouldn’t look at me.
“Blaise.”
“Let me go,” she whimpered, so I knew she was about to cry. I felt bad as fuck for taking my anger about my injury and shit out on her.
“Baby, come here.” I tugged her, but she wouldn’t budge. “I’m weak as fuck right now, but come to me, please.” She wiped her face with her free hand and then finally turned to face me. I brought her down into the bed. “Aye, listen. I know you wouldn’t lie about no shit like that, and I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I’m just in a bad mood, baby.”
“I was just trying to make you feel better, so I thought me being here when you woke up would help. And then for you to act like I’m the same as these bitches you’ve been fucking—”
“I know, I know, and I’m sorry as fuck for that.” I brought her closer to me so that she was straddling my lap. Moving her long hair out of her face, I kissed her lips and then looked up into her eyes. “You ain’t the same as them females. I already know. That’s why I’m in love with yo’ ass.” I thumbed her wet cheeks. “And I also already know my kid is in ya belly; you ain’t have to take no test for me. You fine as fuck, got your shit together, and everything else going for you. Why the fuck would you need to lie about having my baby?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Exactly.” I admired her beauty for a moment before
saying, “Thank you for making me the food.”
Shit like that was why I loved Blaise. Her aura was of a wife, which made a nigga want to make her mine.
“You’re welcome.” She looked down.
“Don’t be sad, baby. I apologize. You still love yo’ nigga, right?”
“Yes.” She smirked as I rubbed up and down her thighs. She had on tights, but it felt just as good.
“Damn, pretty far along, huh?” I rubbed up under her shirt, and she put her hand on mine, smiling and nodding. “Your stomach is pretty small, so I guess I thought it was less.”
“Nope. I’ll start to blow up rapidly in a little bit. Enjoy me now because I won’t be so sexy.”
“Yes you will.”
She shook her head ‘no’.
“You didn’t see me when I was pregnant with Island. If you did, you’d know what I was talking about. I never posted on social media once I began to show.”
“Let me see. You have pictures?”
“No. I don’t want you to see me like that.”
“I’m gon’ see you like that any fucking way. Show me that shit, Blaise.”
She hesitated but then pulled her phone from her hoodie pocket before moving through it. She stared for a minute, then turned it to show me the photo.
“Look at my baby.” I chuckled. “Yeah, I’m still gon’ be fucking you just as much when you get back to looking like this.”
“Really?” She grinned as I handed her back the phone.
“Yeah, really. You know how good you look to a nigga? And sexy.” I hugged her as best as I could as I attacked her neck. “A little extra meat ain’t gon’ stop me from beating that pussy up.” I rubbed and groped her nice fat ass, thinking about fucking her hard from the back.
Blaise chuckled, rubbing the back of my head before I pulled away for a kiss.
“You like me that much?”
“I do. My bad for hurting ya feelings and shit earlier.” I admired her pretty ass face and smile, with them big ass lips.
“It’s okay.”
“Nah, it’s not. I’ve done enough shit, and I made you a promise.” She pecked me after looking down into my eyes for a bit. “And don’t let this shit from them females on the Internet get to you. You know what the fuck it is between us, and that? That shit is a lie.”
“Them bitches and blogs can’t make me leave you.”
“I know.”
She got off the bed to turn the light off and then opened the bathroom door slightly to use the light coming from in there. Standing right by it so that I could see, she began removing her clothes slowly, making my dick get harder and harder as each article hit the floor. Once she was ass naked, she came back to me, straddling my lap. I’d peeled the covers back to allow her in.
“I wanna fuck you,” she whispered in between kisses.
“I wanna fuck you too.”
I pulled this fuck ass hospital gown upward as Blaise rose up, before forcing herself down onto my dick. Gripping her ass in my hands, I took her nipple into my mouth, enjoying her riding me.
This morning, Blaise had assisted me in the shower and with brushing my teeth, because she didn’t want the nurse doing the shit. No matter what I told her, she refused to believe the nurse wouldn’t be in here trying to suck my dick. My girl was a little crazy, so I let her have her way.
I was able to pee on my own, since Blaise left right after my shower to get cleaned up herself and handle Island. She had some shit to do later on today, but she would be stopping back by before all that.
As I walked out of the bathroom, I spotted Maia seated in one of the chairs, so I sighed, making my way to the fucking bed.
“Aye, you gotta go.” I climbed into the bed and pressed the nurse button as soon as I was in.
“I’m happy you’re okay, baby.” She smiled, but it dropped when I didn’t respond. “Is it true?” Her voice was shaking.
“How the fuck you already crying? Get yo’ ass up out of here with that shit, Maia.”
“Is she really pregnant? Please tell me no.” She sobbed, standing up to come over to the bed. “You can’t let her have the baby, Cortez. I-if you do, how are you going to make time for us?”
I just stared up at Maia for a few moments, wondering where the fuck she’d lost her mind at. If I had all my strength, I would have snatched her ass up already.
“Maia, you gotta—” When she climbed into the bed with me, lying her head on the pillow, it caught me off guard.
“Don’t do this to me, Cortez!”
“I’m two seconds from knocking you off this muthafuckin’ bed,” I hissed, and before I could say anything else, I heard Blaise’s voice from down the hall. “Aye, get in the bathroom!” I shoved Maia’s ass, causing her to fly onto the hospital floor.
“Ow! What? Why?”
“Just go in the fucking bathroom!”
Maia scurried to her feet and rushed into the bathroom a split second before Blaise entered.
Blaise Cansino
“Hi, baby.” I felt myself cheesing as I entered the hospital room.
“Sup.” Belly smirked cutely as I made my way over, setting my purse down on the way.
“How are you feeling?” I climbed into the bed with him, kissing his lips repeatedly before lying beside him.
“Better with you here… I guess.” He brushed his finger under my chin.
“Shut up! You’re such an asshole.”
“Nah, I’m fucking with you. I’m happy to see yo’ ass though, as always.” He put his hand over my stomach and added, “This one too.”
“You better be.”
“Aye, but I really want some candy. You wouldn’t mind getting that shit for me, would you? From the store downstairs.”
“Since when do you eat candy?”
“I don’t, but I got a craving for Jolly Ranchers at the moment.”
Rolling my eyes, I started to get up but noticed an eyelash on the pillow that I was on. Getting closer to it, I saw it was fake, so I pointed and asked, “What bitch was in here laid up with you?”
“Huh?”
He heard me. That was always the first word out of a caught nigga’s mouth.
“What bitch was in here! There’s a fucking fake eyelash on your pillow, so I know y’all were cuddled up!” I smacked his head hard as hell.
“Blaise, wasn’t nobody in here, baby, I promise you!”
“You are such a fucking liar.” I got off the bed. “I can’t believe I thought you could be a man.” I felt sick to my stomach.
“Blaise, come here.” I heard Belly getting out of the bed, but I ignored his ass.
I surveyed the room to see if anything else was left behind, like an earring or something, before going to check the bathroom. When I opened the door, Maia and I made eye contact as she sat on the closed toilet top.
“Oh really?” I raised a brow, entering the bathroom at full speed, and snatching her ass up by her thick curly hair.
“Stop! Let me go!” she screamed as I dragged her from the bathroom.
Once out, I closed the door then said, “Get up.”
“There was no need to grab my hair—”
WHAM! WHAM!
As soon as Maia was to her feet, I started pounding her face in. She tried to keep up, landing her punches nowhere, and once she realized she was no match, she began backing away. Belly was calling my name, but I ignored him.
I followed Maia, wearing her ass out until she hollered and turned to run from me. Like a maniac, I chased her down the hospital hall, smiling at the blood droplets she was leaving behind.
Maia got to the elevator before me, frantically pressing the down button, and right when I got to her, the doors opened. She slipped inside and hit the ‘door close’ button, but before they shut, I kicked the shit out of her, forcing her to fly back and the doors to jar back open.
“Oh, you thought it was over?” I smirked before wailing on her ass again until she dropped down into the fetal position.
; The elevator doors were now closed, but we weren’t moving, of course, and when I’d finally felt like I was done, I stopped. I stood over a crying Maia as I panted heavily. Had I not been pregnant, I could have beat her to death, but I was deathly tired now, feeling like I was about to pass out.
“Please! Stop!” she yelled, even though I’d long ago stopped hitting her.
Grabbing her face gently, I lifted her head so we could make eye contact. “Cortez Khalil is mine, do you hear me? I know you’re used to being able to have access to him, and you may have had some sort of agreement with them other bitches, but that shit is over.
Find a new nigga to pass around between the four of you, because that one down the hall is in a relationship with me and me only. I don’t share, and I don’t allow rentals of any kind. That dick belongs to me, his heart belongs to me, and this baby I’m carrying will have both of its parents together, even if I have to kill you to be sure of it.” I smiled. “We clear?”
“Y-yes,” she sniffled and stammered.
I let her face go and hit the ‘open door’ button to step off the elevator. I made my way down the hall, slowly though because I was exhausted.
When I finally got to Belly’s room, I saw he was dressing with his slow, injured ass. Not able to talk yet, I poured myself some of his water and downed it.
“Blaise.” He rounded the bed to me, his injured side stiff as ever. “Baby, she showed up, and I had no idea. I ain’t ask that bitch to come, and I definitely wasn’t cuddled up with her ass.”
“Why was she hiding then?”
“Because when I was telling her stupid ass to leave, you were already here, so I was trying to save her from getting fucked up.” He sat on his bed, then pulled me to him. “That was it. If I was gon’ fuck another bitch, I’d at least wait until I could properly hide the shit.”
“Cortez.”
He laughed.
“On some real shit, I wouldn’t do it here; it’s too risky. But I ain’t about to fuck up again, because I don’t want to, and because I don’t have the urge to. I don’t think about other females.” He turned to swing his feet onto the bed. “Plus, I probably gotta work overtime to keep you.”
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