by B. , Ivory
“Ma I’m fuckin wit you. I don’t have any kids. I just wanted to see how you would react if I did. Yeah this my daughter, my god daughter.” Lucky looked at him skeptically, “On some real shit, this my niece Kynah, Nice’s daughter.” He flipped through the phone and there was another picture of the same little girl with Nice. Lucky could see the resemblance automatically with them side by side, matching mischievous smiles and everything. She looked up at him and let out a deep sigh of relief right before punching him playfully in the arm. “Asshole!” Los retaliated by swiftly grabbing her into a tight hug and sinking his teeth into her neck like a vampire. “Ahhh!” Lucky yelped in pain, at the same time she couldn’t ignore the pleasure she was feeling. “Talk ya shit Lucky, repeat it again,” Los challenged through clenched teeth that were still on her neck. “Aww Carlos stop that huuuuuurt.You gonna leave a mark on me.” Lucky whined sexily.
He removed his mouth from her neck and looked deep into her eyes as she rubbed her neck with her bottom lip poked out. “You gon have my babies.” Carlos said it with so much conviction and certainty it made Lucky’s heart flutter, she couldn’t help but blush even though she was trying desperately to hold onto her mad face. She melted on contact when Los moved in and captured her lips kissing her deeply.
For hours they sat on the playground talking, sharing their life experiences and getting to know each other on a deeper level. That nervousness that seemed to always consume Lucky whenever she was with Los evaporated. She talked and he listened, even to things that weren’t important. Lucky found herself letting him get a glimpse of her vulnerable side when she spoke about the death of her mother, going to live with her Uncle Kevin and his family only for him to die on a construction site years later. Carlos was attentive, comforting and strong. Although Lucky got teary eyed with the mention of her lost ones Carlos didn’t. He had an almost icy veneer when it came to his emotions. Even when he spoke of his father’s death he was stoned faced and matter of fact about it. Lucky could’ve sworn on everything though, that when their eyes connected she saw a tiny glimpse of a man less guarded with his feelings. That long talk in the park bonded them and Los had to admit he had never felt this close to a female beside his mother. And the crazy thing was they hadn’t even known each other long but it felt like they’d known one another their whole lives.
“I’m going out of town for a lil bit, but I’ll be back,” Los said out of the blue. Lucky couldn’t explain it but the seriousness in his voice made her lift her head from his chest and look up at him. Why did that going out of town sound so final? For some reason she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. “What’s that sad look for? I’ll be back ma, promise,” he sealed his words by placing a kiss on her forehead. In perfectly bad timing his phone went off. He looked down at the screen and noticed it was Nice. “Gotdamn baby what’s good? Uh huh, yeah I’m ready. A’ight, a’ight yeah one.” Lucky looked on with sad eyes, they were getting close, maybe she was being selfish or unrealistic but she didn’t want to see him go.
Los stared intently into her eyes as he clipped his phone back at his side. He stood up while holding onto her behind with both hands and carried her to his car with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. Lucky buried her face in his neck holding onto him tight as he placed her on the hood of his car and stood between her legs. She looked up at him with her lip poked out. Lucky was free falling head first in love, it was shameful because she couldn’t help it, or fight what she felt. “Aww c’mon baby girl don’t look at me like that. I’ll be back, that’s word on everything,” he said sealing his comment with one last kiss on her forehead, before running his hand over her hair. He backed away leaving her to miss him before he’d even left.
The ride to Ty’s house was unusually quiet, not even the stereo was on. When they pulled up to Ty’s house they sat in silence for a few minutes. Lucky was willing herself not to cry, she was so caught-up in her own world she hadn’t even noticed Carlos slip a small black bag into one of her shopping bags when he grabbed them off the floor. He hopped out of the car and walked around to open her door. They walked to Ty’s door hand and hand, her squeezing his tighter the closer they got to the door. Lucky darted her eyes to the ground as they stood at the front door. He lifted her chin with his finger so she was face to face with him; there was no hiding the tears welling up in her eyes. At that moment she felt so damn stupid why was she acting like this? He bent his head down and delivered a spine tingling kiss. “Damn you gotta nigga not wanting to leave you,” he whispered in her neck while holding her tight and rocking them both from side to side. He gave one last tight squeeze before backing away. He handed her both of her shopping bags and turned to leave. Los waited until Lucky was safely inside before pulling off.
A week had passed and Lucky hadn’t heard anything from Carlos. She had called every single number he left in her phone only to get his voicemail. Ty would come home from work day after day to find Lucky lying on the couch with both her cell phone and the house phone looking miserable as hell. Today was no different as Ty walked in the living room to sit her laptop bag and briefcase down. Lucky tried to call Los’s numbers one more time getting his voicemail yet again. Out of frustration she jumped up from the couch and slammed her Samsung Galaxy to the floor “Fuck him!” Lucky spat. The phone hit the hardwood with a loud crack, breaking apart and scattering across the floor. Ty bent down to pick up the back of the phone that landed in front of her while Lucky picked up the battery which was under the couch. Ty looked at her cousin like she had lost her mind. “Damn that dick got you fucked up in the game.” Ty burst out laughing at her own joke like it was the funniest thing she ever heard. Lucky shot her a nasty look “Ty I’m not in the mood, I’m really not.” Ty decided to let it go, knowing firsthand how Lucky could get, she was sweet as pie but when mad she could be a real problem. Lucky pieced her phone back together, hitting the power button only to get a black screen. “Oh my god, I broke it! What if he tries to call and can’t get in touch with me? I gotta get another phone.” Ty looked at Lucky as if she were truly crazy, that sudden mood swing she had was scary, but she knew Lucky was stressing so she paid it no mind. Secretly Lucky feared Los had pulled a hit and run. What else could be the reason of them sexing then him disappearing? “Well if you gotta buy a phone we need to go to the mall. You know you ain’t gotta tell me twice about going to the mall, let’s go.” Lucky hissed in frustration not really feeling like going out and being bothered with a crowded mall, it looked like she had no other choice as she hit the power button numerous times to no avail. “Damn, let me go take a shower and throw on something,” Lucky mumbled as she headed for the stairs.
After showering Lucky slipped on a pair of black bebe sport capri sweat pants and was looking for a comfortable tee to throw on that matched when she remembered purchasing a few inexpensive cute graphic tees from the little shops on South Street the last day she saw Los. She went straight for her closet in search of the two shopping bags spotting them both on the floor. Lucky picked both the bags up noticing for some reason the bags felt heavier than she last remembered. As soon as she opened one of the plastic shopping bags she noticed a small black book bag inside. Curiosity got the better of her as she unzipped the main zipper part of the bag. Her mouth dropped open when her eyes fell on nothing but rubber band stacks of cash. What the fuck? Where the hell did this money come from? Lucky was perplexed as she rummaged around in the bag. There in the small compartment of the bag was a note. For my Lucky Charm, this a little something to hold you down while I’m gone. If you need anything else hit my cousin Chilly up 215-405-1839.
Lucky flopped down on the bed and started crying. Ty was on her way to her bedroom when she heard Lucky crying. She opened Lucky’s bedroom door to find her clutching a small black book bag in tears. “Baby girl what’s wrong?” Ty asked with concern. Lucky lifted her head with tears falling down her face and handed Ty the letter and the book bag. “Damn! Girl you must be putti
n in that work. It gotta be about 10 or 15 racks in here. What the hell you sitting in here crying for? I mean its official, he ain’t about the games. He got plans of getting right back with you, otherwise he wouldn’t of left you with this money. Trust, niggaz be on some stingy shit when you just a fuck.” “Yeah, but why would he leave me this if he was planning to come right back? Then he’s not picking up any of his phones…Ty I think something bad happened to him,” Lucky confessed her biggest fear in a weary tone. “Hell nah, I don’t, cause the streets ain’t talkin. Besides, if he thought he wouldn’t be right back he would’ve left you with a whole lot more than what’s in this bag. I know y’all haven’t been with each other long, but if y’all on that fairytale shit you be talkin, he would’ve broke you off better than this. He know you just touched back down in Philly for summer break and you ain’t workin. He probably wanted to rest for sure you would be straight till he got back.” Ty looked at her cousin and could tell by her facial expression she wasn’t a hundred percent convinced. “Louchanna he’s coming back,” Ty said in a assuring tone. “Yeah he is right?” Lucky asked searching Ty’s eyes for any doubt. “Yeeess he is, now come on so we can get you another phone and spend some of this money.” Lucky laughed at her cousin, Ty was trying to tear down the mall and she would be too if she wasn’t so worried about Carlos. “I still can’t believe he left me this money,” Lucky said eyeing the bag.
They shopped at the mall until closing time. Lucky got a new phone and bought some lingerie from Victoria Secret in hopes of wearing it for Carlos whenever he got back. She wasn’t really in a shopping mood. Ty on the other hand wanted to stop in damn near every store in the mall. She copped several outfits with shoes to match, courtesy of Carlos. When they got home Lucky fell right off to sleep in hopes of hearing from Carlos soon.
Lucky was sitting around the house feeling and looking miserable as hell. Here it was a Friday night and today would make two whole weeks with no contact from Los. Keema came over looking the same way since Jah went along with Los and Nice. Keema put Lucky on to the fact the men were in Miami and confessed to speaking to Jah once since he’d been gone but that was a week ago. Lucky was pissed. Jah had managed to call Keema but Los didn’t have enough consideration to give her a call, shoot her a text, nothing. Her mind started to run rampant with all types of scenarios. Shit What if he’s married with children and right now he’s spending family time? What if he’s locked up? She quickly shook the thoughts off, whatever the reason for him taking off and not keeping in touch she wasn’t going to make it easy on him once he got back.
Ty was secretly worried too, especially for Nice, even though she wouldn’t let it show. She was trying to be strong for her girls but even she was starting to think something bad could’ve happened. She looked at her girls looking mizzy as hell on a Friday night, in Philly? Hell nah! That’s unheard of, there was far too much to get into; so she suggested they go out to have a good time and clear their minds.
At first Lucky refused but then she thought about it for a second, “You know what I’m down, I’ll go, there’s no telling what Los ass is up to. I need to get up out of this house; I’m tired of stressing over his ass.” “Touché” Keema chimed from across the room. So it was official the girls were going out for a night on the town. As they were showering and getting dolled up to go out they had the radio blasting on Power 99. The radio station kept promoting a flag party that was going on that very night at a Jamaican club called Infamy. They decided on a whim to hit Infamy up, and if they weren’t feeling it they would just bounce and go to another club. “Ladies here’s to a night of fun!” Keema screamed as they loaded into Ty’s car.
The club was packed damn near to capacity and hot as hell. The weed smoke was so heavy in some parts of the club you would’ve thought a misting machine was plugged up somewhere. Small and large flags were waving in the air and it seemed to be a flag from every nation in the world. Jamaica, Trinidad, Haiti, Barbados, Puerto Rico, China, America etc. It looked like a United Nations meeting in that bitch. No drama or beefing, everyone dancing and having a good time. The girls were surprised they didn’t have to leave and find another club, usually when the radio stations bigg’d up parties you got there and was disappointed in the crowd, tonight was totally different.
Lucky smiled and egged Ty on as she wined her body dipping to the floor. Ty had chicks pissed their men was watching her work the healthy helping of ass and thighs she was blessed with. Dudes were damn near drooling over the way Ty twerked and popped her ass knowing they would be in a world of trouble once they got home. Ty fanned herself as she gracefully bowed out making an exit from the dance floor and taking a seat next to Lucky at the bar. A hoard of chicks rushed the dance floor getting ready for a dance off between different countries.
“On ya head top, on ya head top! Whine for me baby! Who da baddest of dem all Jamaican gals dat! Trini Gals dat! Bajans! Haitians!…. Sit down pon it! Broad out! Rayyyyyy lawwwwwd!” the Dj screamed. The chicks were doing some straight dancehall queen shit. Whining on their heads, humping and rolling all on the floor. That wasn’t Ty’s bag at all. She liked to whine up her body seductively but all that extra shit wasn’t her, she was going to leave that up to the real dancehall pro’s.
Both Ty and Lucky ended up ordering and downing a few drinks after declining several that were sent over by admirers. “Oh my god! Ty what the fuck?! Did you just see ole girl spin on her head then start humping the floor?!” Lucky shouted then burst into laughter. For nearly an hour both ladies watched on as some straight foolery went down on the dance floor. I mean crotch patting and grabbing, chicks getting so into the songs they snatched off their wigs and weave ponytails while never missing a beat to the song. After Lucky and Ty shared some comic relief and commentary about the dancers Lucky whispered in Ty’s ear that she was ready to go. Ty looked a little disappointed but agreed to leave, it was nearly closing hour anyways. Most drama and bullshit popped off at the close of the club if it didn’t happen during. They found Keema way on the other side of the club with a big bottle of Patron in her hand. She was bent and acting stupid, cussing Jah ass out and he wasn’t even there.
“Lucky word on everything when I see his ass it’s going down!” Lucky shook her head not paying Keema any mind. She knew Keema’s dick whipped ass wasn’t going to do a damn thing if she saw Jah. Keema just liked to hear herself talk. “He better pray I don’t see his ass tonight. Cause its going mu tha fu kin down!” She said making the word sound as if it were longer than the alphabet. “Keema shut the fuck up. You ain’t gon do shit. Both of y’all stupid for sitting around here stressin over some niggaz. That’s exactly why I don’t have a man; I deal wit a nigga on my own terms. I’m ready to just go home. Keema come ya drunk ass on,” Ty hissed. Keema and Lucky looked at each other like what the hell was Ty’s problem?
Los, Nice and Jah pulled up across the street from Infamy night club. They had just touched down from Miami and Los had plans of going straight to Lucky until business got in the way. He was missing Lucky like crazy, that was highly unusual for him but he couldn’t deny the fact that she stayed on his mind while he was making moves down in Miami.
Los spotted his boy Buju standing next to his car puffin on that Marley like the shit was legal in PA. Los chuckled as he pulled up alongside Buju preparing to hop out. Besides flooding the streets with enough white to make it look like a nor eastern, Los had a very lucrative business with Buj bringing in boat loads of weed from Jamaica. Buju had family that worked in one of Jamaica’s most popular food plants. They would stuff weed in the food containers, seal them, and ship them off looking like the real thing. The shipments made it to Miami first where Biggaz and his peoples would take a cut to distribute down south then send the rest up North on food trucks to Philly. A large shipment had just been completed and Buj had Los’s cut so he called him to come get it. Before Los got out of his car he tried Lucky one more time to no avail. The phone rang right into voicemail like it had a little
over an hour ago. He figured she had to be sleeping. His plan was to handle what he had to with Buj then head right over to Ty’s house to get Lucky. He didn’t care if she was sleeping; if he had to go up in Ty’s house and wake her himself that’s what he was going to do, then bring her home with him for a few days he missed her just that much.
