Don't Come Looking For Love

by Natavia

  “Yes, I am! Now, kiss me! This baby got me horny as fuck!” she said.

  “How far?” I asked.

  “Four weeks,” she said.

  “So, this happened the first time I slid in you raw, huh? Your freaky ass got that trap pussy I keep telling you! The type that make a nigga not able to pull out!”

  “Boy, hush and come on. My nipples ache and my pussy is dripping!” she said with her nasty mouth making my dick hard.

  “As, good as that sounds, I’m not fucking you! You had no business being with that big ass nigga! You can’t get none of daddy’s dick for a minute! So, go for your swim and let me watch TV.”

  “Kenjay!” she called after me and I kept walking. I knew this shit going to come back and bite me in the ass. I’m not quitting hustling no time soon! I only told her that so she could keep the baby. I didn’t want no damn kids but as soon as she told me she either would get an abortion or have me not be in my seed’s life, I started feeling some type of way. She was just going to have to deal with it if shit hit the fans. But either way, she was not keeping me from my seed! That’s one thing you don’t threaten a nigga with!

  Britain

  “What’s up, shorty?” O’Shea asked me on Tango. He was out of town for two days doing a show down in ATL. He couldn’t stay long because he had a court date in three days.

  “Nothing much, just got back from a photo shoot! My feet are killing me! I been in eight-inch heels all damn day!” I said sitting on the couch.

  “What my daughter doing?” he asked.

  “Taking a nap! She exhausted too because I took her with me. I told her it would be a long day but she wanted to come anyway. We been up since four in the morning!” I told him.

  “Don’t be doing my baby girl like that, Britain! She can’t always have her way,” he said.

  “I know but it’s hard not to! I’m trying to make up for lost time. Eight years is a lot and I missed everything. At least you knew her and was around before you knew she was your daughter,” I told him.

  “Looking ass nigga!” Tookie said as she sat on my shoulder. I thought she was asleep.

  “What the fuck, shorty! I’m sick of that damn bird! I keep telling y’all stop having that chicken-head bitch watching those videos! I want her ass gone when I get home! I can’t even talk to my shorty in peace without hearing that ugly-ass voice!” he fussed.

  “But, baby, Tookie can’t help it!” I said. Tookie sat on my shoulder peeking at the phone.

  “Fuck you looking at, Tookie?” O’Shea asked.

  “Come here Rich! Look at this shit!” he told Rich.

  “Fake nigga! Fake nigga!” Tookie said into the phone looking at Rich.

  “Oh shit! That’s an African grey parrot! They are the most intelligent parrots! Let me buy it!” he said to me.

  “Hell no, Rich! You not buying my damn Tookie!” I told him getting mad.

  “Britain, let the nigga buy the bird! I’m sick of her ass! I hate that fucking bird!” O’Shea stated seriously.

  “Give it to me daddy!” Tookie said.

  “Tookie, stop getting fresh!” I said embarrassed. I know she heard me and O’Shea going at it the night I whipped Jordan’s ass. She would not let us live it down. We were loud and drunk when we went at it. Thank God Shia was over my mama’s house. O’Shea and I woke up naked on the top of the steps with clothes everywhere.

  “Nigga, I knew your ass was a fucking nerd! Talking about how intelligent her breed is!” O’Shea went at Rich. These fools were getting into a heated conversation about Tookie.

  “Nigga, shut your dumb ass up! Everyone knows that African greys repeat everything that they hear! They talk more and have a better memory than any other parrot!” Rich told O’Shea.

  “Nigga, seriously, though?” O’Shea asked Rich and I shook my head. Men would argue about the dumbest shit.

  “O’Shea!” I said to him.

  “My bad, shorty, that bird setting a nigga crazy!” he explained.

  “You made me bleed!” she said.

  “Yo, call me back when that bitch goes to sleep!” he said hanging up on me. It was sad how no one liked Tookie! The monitor beeped in the kitchen. I looked at it and there was a Caucasian police officer at the gate. I pushed the button so the gates would open. I hope it had nothing to do with my mama! She had been doing so well and I hoped she didn’t do something wrong.

  The doorbell rang and I answered it, “Yes, how can I help you?” I asked him with Tookie on my shoulder.

  “Hands up don’t shoot!” Tookie said. We watched the Ferguson riot all night last night. The officer grilled Tookie and I wanted to pinch her and laugh at the same time.

  “O’Shea Keningston here?” he asked me.

  “No, he isn’t he is away from home for a few days! Is there anything I can help you with?” I asked him.

  “Jamille Smith was found dead this morning! It was ruled as a suicide,” he said. I zoned out as he talked.

  I took his card, shut the door then burst into tears. I didn’t know much about Jamille. The little time I had spent with her I’d grown fond of her. O’Shea got his stubborn attitude from his mama. She must’ve gotten tired of the pain and suffering. I called O’Shea but he didn’t answer. I knew he would be heartbroken.

  Kenjay

  I was chilling with Janae and I got a text from Beans telling me that someone was watching my stash house. The person must be waiting to see if someone would come out or was scoping the area out.

  “Yo, can I borrow your car for a minute?” I asked Janae.

  “Why can’t you use yours?” she snapped. It must be the bitch Carla. See seemed like she liked an aggressive type of nigga so I yanked her by her neck, “Bitch, give me the keys to your car! Fuck you questioning me for?” I asked her and she got this lustful look in her eyes.

  She went into her purse then pulled out her car keys. I snatched them from her, “Now, was that so fucking hard? You better start listening to me too because, if you don’t, I’m going to start beating your ass!” I told her.

  “Yes, daddy!” she said rubbing on my dick and I smacked her hand away.

  “I’ll be right back!” I told her.

  I pulled up to the back of the house and got out. I silently crept out and peeked around the house. The nigga got out of his car with a hoodie pulled up, hot as it was outside. I could hear him slide the brick back and get the key, just like how I showed Janae. He walked in and I hurried to unlock the door to the basement. By the time he got downstairs, I was under the basement stairs. He used the code to go into the safe then grabbed the brown paper bag. He opened it up then dropped it on the floor; dead rats fell out.

  I pulled out my gun, “What’s the matter, Rattle? I thought snakes liked rats?” I asked him.

  “You know, I always thought you was a snake! But I didn’t think you would be trying to rob a nigga! I’m on to you and Yager’s bitch ass! I bet he doesn’t know you fucking Janae and the both of y’all plotting against him too. I know everything, my nigga! I saw the text messages in her phone! You two conniving motherfuckers. I should’ve known it was something because I robbed Yager’s bitch ass four years ago and now he just asking for his money. Y’all were plotting with him and against him. That was fucking brilliant! Just like a snake, you slither your way into shit and can’t get out of it. Snakes are always going up trees but can never get down unless it falls!” I said to him.

  “Look, man, this wasn’t my idea!” he said turning around.

  “It doesn’t matter! You a dead nigga now!” I cocked my gun aiming at his head.

  “Yo, I can pay you back! Please don—” he said and I shot him right between the eyes. He dropped down and I shot him twice more in the head.

  I pulled out my phone, “Bring your ass in here!” I told Tory, hanging up. A few minutes later, Tory came in with sheets. His bitch ass still wasn’t off the hook! I told him to find Carla and I ended up finding her, so now he could get rid of this body.

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sp; He wrapped Rattle up in the sheets with his brain hanging out. The nigga was a snake but I never thought that he would actually do this shit to me. We been niggas for years and even though I didn’t really trust him, I still put him on. Tory and I carried Rattle out back then put him in the trunk of Janae’s car. I text Janae from Rattle’s phone telling her I got that and told her to meet by the McDonalds on West Street.

  After Tory helped me put him in the trunk, I put two in his head also. His bitch ass job was already done! I didn’t trust none of these niggas anymore. From now on, I was doing things differently far as having goons on my squad. Everyone was suspect to me now!

  Carla

  “What took your punk ass so long? I have somewhere to be!” I told Kenjay when he walked into the house. His sexy ass just grilled me. I saw a whole different side of him earlier; no wonder Janae liked his ass.

  “My bad, shorty! I had some shit to do!” he said.

  “Can you do me a favor before you go? I will pay you but shit hot right now?” he asked.

  “What’s that?” I asked. Hell, if money is involved a bitch was down for it!”

  “I had to merk this nigga, right, and I didn’t get a chance to toss the gun. Can you do it for me? I will give you ten g’s, plus I’m going to the Bahamas and I’m thinking about taking your fine ass with me! It’s about time we really spend time with each other,” he said. I perked up on the sound of that.

  “Ok, boo! I will do anything for you!” I told him imagining myself on a nice beach in the sun.

  He handed me the gun and I put it into my purse. He kissed me on the lips, which caught me by surprise. Finally, a man who liked me instead of Janae’s simple-minded ass. He had never kissed Janae.

  “You be safe and call me when you get home,” he said hugging me. My pussy throbbed out of control but I had to meet Rattle so I could get my cut.

  I got in my car and fifteen minutes later I pulled up to a McDonald’s. A police officer pulled in behind me with his lights flashing. He tapped on my window and I rolled the window down, “Yes, can I help you?” I asked.

  “We got a call from someone saying that they saw you putting a body in your car! I’m going to have to ask you step out of the vehicle with your hands behind your back!” he said.

  I got out with my hands up and officers swarmed my car. One popped the trunk then I got the shock of my life. Rattle was in my trunk dead with half of his brain hanging out.

  “I didn’t do it! I swear!” I cried as they handcuffed me then threw me down on the ground.

  “Sir, we found the murder weapon!” they said carrying the gun that Kenjay gave me. I forgot I even had it! That’s when it clicked. The nigga set me up!

  “It’s not mine! I was set-up! It’s Kenjay’s!” I screamed. They hauled me off then threw me in the back of a police car.

  I sat down in the interrogating room angry! I was being framed for murder!

  The detective by the name of Harris came in then slammed some photos down of a man that looked familiar. His brain was hanging out also.

  “Who is that?” I asked.

  “Tory Adams! You killed him also! Your fingerprints are on the murder weapon and you took Tyshawn’s cell phone texting your cell-phone from it! How did his cell-phone get into your purse if you haven’t seen him all day?” he asked.

  “I’m being set up!” I cried.

  “Listen, here you little crazy bitch! We know that you have a split personality disorder! So, are you even aware of what you did?” he asked me.

  He slid my pills across the table, “Ziprasidone, is a drug for people who have Schizophrenia. This pill bottle has your fucking name on it! It still has the same amount as the day it was filled! You have not been taking your medication!” he yelled in my face and I just laughed.

  He got in my face, “State your name,” he said pressing the button on the recorder.

  “My name is Carla Jenkins and I’m about to bite this pig’s nose off!” I said lunging toward his face, clamping down on his nose still handcuffed. He screamed as he tried to push me off but I clamped down harder until a piece of flesh broke off in my mouth. They rushed in tackling me onto the floor.

  They rushed to him holding napkins on his nose to stop the bleeding. I chewed the piece of flesh in my mouth and swallowed it. “Tastes just like pork!” I said before they injected me with something. Janae was gone and Carla was in full effect! These motherfuckers were going to pay!

  O'Shea

  I couldn’t believe my mother hung herself in the shower at the hospice. I knew she was dying but I wasn’t ready for her to go like this. I been in the crib for a few days. I been to court and I was on probation for smacking that bitch Jordan and a nigga had to do community service! This was all some bullshit! But it was all good because her ass filed for bankruptcy and no one was willing to buy the sex tape because she didn’t have my authorization to sell it. So, we were all over the internet fucking and not getting paid for it. I’m good but her ass gone broke already.

  “You okay?” Shia asked me peeking in the entertainment room.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I said drinking my Henny.

  “Ma wants to know if you want something to eat?” she asked me with her small pretty face.

  “Tell her I’m good,” I told her. She walked away from the door. A few moments later, Britain came in, “Baby, you got to eat something!” she said.

  “I don’t want no fucking food, Britain! I just want to relax in peace! Since you came back into my life, it’s been nothing but bullshit!” I told her.

  “Don’t say that to me!” she said.

  I got up throwing my Henny bottle into the wall, “My life has been fine without your ass! I didn’t have no jealous bitches making sex tapes! Never even smacked a broad before until you brought your ass back around! Now, I’m trying to learn how to be a father to a fucking eight year old! My mama is dead and I couldn’t see her one last time! If I had never fucked with you then my pops wouldn’t have done all that shit and I wouldn’t be in this shit!” I told her and she had tears in her eyes.

  “You don’t mean it! You are just going through something right now!” she said.

  “Just leave me the fuck alone!” I told her pouring me another drink.

  “Give me the liquor!” she said snatching it away from me. I pushed her and she fell and hit her head on the table.

  “Oh, shit, baby, I’m sorry!” I said running to her and she snatched away from me.

  “Get the hell off of me!” she shouted smacking my hand away.

  “Your head is bleeding!” I said becoming sick of myself.

  Shia came in the room with a scared look in her sad eyes, “What did you do to my mother?” she asked me.

  “It’s okay, Shia. Mommy is fine okay! It was an accident,” Britain told her. Shia started crying because Britain’s head was bleeding. Now, I was about to lose my family.

  “Go, upstairs and pack some clothes, okay? We going to go see grandma,” Britain told Shia.

  Britain looked at me, “Call us when you have your mind right! I love you, O’Shea, I really do! But you will not blame me for this! I’m not that weak bitch! I know what I did and I know I did it because I felt like it was the best thing to do! You or nobody else can blame me for shit! So, drink yourself into your own pity! Shia and I are giving you your space! She is not used to this bullshit! Next time you yell at me in front of her, I will fuck you up!” she said walking out the room holding her head.

  “Let me just talk to Shia real quick,” I said to her.

  I went upstairs in Shia’s bedroom and she was sitting on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. I sat down on the bed next to her.

  “I’m sorry, baby girl. Your daddy was tripping on mommy for no reason. I hurt her feelings and I said something I shouldn’t have said,” I told her.

  “I’m not mad at her for having me stay with nana. I never was mad at her! Why are you mad at my mother?” she asked, grown beyond her years.

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nbsp; “I’m not mad at your mother. I’m mad at myself and I took it out on her,” I explained.

  “Did you hit her? Why is her head bleeding?” she asked.

  “I didn’t hit her, I accidentally pushed her without thinking and she hurt herself. I will never hit your mother,” she looked at me like she didn’t believe me. Now, my own daughter was looking at me funny.

  “Nana called me the day before she died. She wanted me to know she loves me and wants me to love mommy the same as I love her. She said that she wasn’t trying to hurt us but she was in so much pain. She said she wanted to be peaceful! Why are you blaming mommy when nana wanted to go to heaven?” she asked. She must have heard what I said to Britain.

  “You right, Shia, I had no business blaming mommy. Sometimes when we are mad, we blame people because we don’t have the answers to what’s happening,” I told her.