by Natavia
“Gorilla-looking bitch!” I mumbled to myself. My phone rang and it was Sameer.
“What’s up?” I asked flicking through the channels in the den.
“Nothing! Young, when I tell you this shit you are gonna die laughing!” he said. I turned my TV down because this nigga always had a story to tell. I used to have some crazy stories when I was out being a dog nigga fucking all kinds of broads.
“Go ahead! I hope it’s some good shit because I’m watching ‘First 48.’ These niggas stay snitching!” I said shaking my head.
“Yo, so I picks this shorty up, right? I mean she’s a bad-ass broad! A nice thick red bone! But anyways, we cruising, right? I’m ready to take her to this restaurant and then we were going to get a room! I had all this shit planned out! But anyways, I turns the heat up in the seats because it was a little chilly out. All of a sudden, I smell fried shrimp. I kept asking her what that smell was but she shrugged her shoulders,” he said then I start laughing.
“Yoooo, it was her pussy?” I asked.
“My nigga, it was her pussy! I’m happy I found out about that shit before I wasted my money on a hotel room! Heated seats are not for everyone. That shit had her twat cooking!” he said.
“Damn, that’s some nasty shit! What’s going on with you and Lo-Lo, though?” I asked him because he been over there a lot lately.
“Same ole shit! I’m smashing her, too! But Lo-Lo be fucking with me! She gave me a black eye yesterday!” he said.
“Nigga, you need stop letting these broads put their hands on you like that!” I replied.
“Whatever, nigga! I can fuck them up if I really wanted to, but that’s not my thing! That’s Jameer’s thing!” he said taking me by surprise.
“What? Niggam you lying! That nigga be beating his girl’s ass?” I asked him.
“No, he don’t be beating her ass but she cut all his shit up the other day! They said he knocked her ass out!” he said laughing then I shook my head.
“How that nigga Shaw been doing in the traps? You know I was skeptical about him at first but he is a cool dude!” I told Sameer.
“I still don’t like that nigga!” Sameer said.
“Nigga, you don’t like nobody! But if Pops say he’s cool then he’s cool!” I said to him.
“Yeah, I guess so! When that nigga get out?” he asked me.
“They still talking about life! I got all kinds of lawyers working on his case but it’s still not looking good for big homie!” I told him.
“I holla at you later! I’m ready to spend some time with my bad-ass kids!” he said.
“One!” I said hanging up.
“See, you later, Latavia! I love you and I appreciate you paying my car note,” her mother said walking to the door.
“Umph! See you Kenjay!” she said dryly.
I gave her the head nod then she walked out of the door.
“That’s my mama, Kenjay!” Latavia said.
“I didn’t say shit! You will learn when the next time some shit happens! I know she loves you, but they take advantage of you! Your brother ain’t shit and if that nigga keeps popping off, I’m fucking him up! He a bitch ass nigga and still trying to play tough! He a grown-ass man still sleeping on his mama’s couch! He need to be helping with the bills! I hate niggas like that!” I said getting up.
“Not everyone wants to sell drugs!” she said following behind me.
“He needs to do something, shit! That nigga a bum-ass nigga!” I said then she shook her head.
“Can you eat me out? I’m horny, Kenjay,” Latavia said taking off her clothes.
I eyed her meaty pussy lips with a gap between her legs.
“Something wrong with you, you know that? Your ass nasty as hell!” I said laughing. Then she spread her lips apart, her pink bud popping out.
She walked over to me, pushing me into the wall then unzipped my pants. She pulled them down along with my boxer briefs. She grabbed my dick then kissed the tip gently.
“Damn, girl! Shit!” I said gripping her head as she relaxed her throat, taking me all the way down. She pulled it out then spit on it. She slowly started jerking me off as she licked my testicles.
“More spit! Drool on that shit!” I said.
She used two hands to jerk me off like she was grinding pepper.
“Slob on that shit just like that!” I said.
“Play with your pussy! Get it nice and wet for your nigga!” I told her. The more she rubbed her slit, the harder my dick got.
She started moaning and I could tell she was about to come. I reached down caressing her titty as I squeezed it.
“Let’s go upstairs!” I told her, taking off the rest of my clothes, leaving them in the hallway. As soon as she laid down on the bed, I spread her legs kissing her pussy. She grabbed my head as my mouth covered it. I hardened my tongue, entering it into her.
“Yes, Kenjay! Suck the juices out of me! That’s right, lick it just like that! I’m your dirty bitch!” she said talking crazy like she always does.
The splashing of her thick creamy nectar echoed throughout the room.
I inserted my finger into her then she sucked her own breast. She whined, her legs trembling as she climaxed.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed spreading her legs then I entered her.
“DAMN YOU!” she cursed me. I put her legs in the crook of my arms, stuffing all of me inside of her.
“Shit! I’m about to come again, Kenjay! Fuck me harder!” she said then I sped up.
“Harder! Fuck me harder!” she said.
I bent over taking her nipple into my mouth. “Fuck your dirty little princess, Kenjay! Pull it out then smack it across my clit! I want you to smack that big dick on my clit!” she said. I don’t know any black chick that’s says shit like this! Latavia must watch white people porn!
I pulled out then smacked it across her clit then she started moaning louder. I did it again then pushed it back in. A few moments later, I pulled it back it out then smacked her clit with my dick again. A tear slid out of her eye as I entered her again, fucking her harder, showing her no mercy. She started yelping like a puppy.
“Get me pregnant again, Kenjay!” she said. I sped up, my dick throbbing then my balls tightened up. I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out like a bitch as her walls squeezed my dick so tight, a yelp almost slipped from my mouth. My knees got weak and I also got lightheaded as I exploded inside of her.
I lay on top of her kissing her lips. “Is that what you wanted?” I asked, rubbing my hands over the scars she had on her stomach.
“Yes, that’s what I wanted!” she cried.
“Don’t just be telling me that shit! You know I’m still hustling and I’m not trying to go there with you,” I replied.
“You said two years. It’s not good but it’s better than forever!” she said.
“It’s too soon!” I told her then she pushed me off of her.
“I want a baby and you shouldn’t have a problem with that!” she yelled at me. I knew this had something to do with Britain being pregnant.
“For the wrong fucking reason! It’s not going to replace Jace! You want to replace him. A new baby isn’t going to remove the pain that we have! I don’t think you are ready! You are not even emotionally stable right now! Did you stop taking your birth-control pills? That’s why you wanted to fuck so badly? You want me to knock you up?” I asked not believing her.
“Yes, I did stop! I stopped taking them two weeks ago!” she said.
“I wished I’d known that shit before I fucked you raw!” I said going into the bathroom.
She followed behind me. “That’s the only solution I have to make some of the pain go away! I know it won’t take it all away, but it will help me!” she said with sad eyes.
“If that’s what you want,” I said not wanting to talk about it anymore.
She hugged me, kissing my lips. “Can we make love in the shower?” she asked me.
“You get on my damn nerves
! You lucky you cute!” I told her then she poked her lip out.
“Tell me you love me!” she said in her innocent voice.
“Love you!” I told her.
I went through the hood checking up on my corners and Shaw was standing outside talking to some niggas I’d never seen before. It was midnight and they were the only niggas outside.
I pulled over to collect my money that he owed me. I got out and one of the niggas had a gun to his side that I didn’t notice at first. I could not believe this nigga was about to rob us.
“Fuck y’all niggas think y’all doing?” I asked them.
“Fuck does it looks like? Hand me that watch, nigga!” he said.
I laughed then took my watch off as the other one pointed a gun at me. A Crown Vic pulled up and two masked niggas hopped out. The guy hit Shaw on the back of his head with a gun. The other two dudes that hopped out of the Crown Vic took my gun then shot me in the thigh. One of the masked men snatched my watch from the nigga who just took it.
“Bitch-ass nigga!” I said charging towards the nigga who shot me in the leg. Another shot rang out grazing my arm.
“Get your ass down on the ground!” the masked one said to me. His voice sounded familiar. All of a sudden, shots rang out and the one that hit Shaw with a gun dropped to the ground with a bullet in his head. The masked ones took off, leaving the other one behind. Another shot rang out and a bullet pierced through the other guy’s face. The two niggas that were robbing Shaw were now dead.
Sameer and Jameer walked up with murder in their eyes.
“Yo, you good?” Jameer asked.
“Yeah, but those fuck niggas took my Rollie!” I said shaking my head.
“You need get to the hospital! You’re bleeding!” Sameer said putting his gun in his pants.
“I am but it’s small shit! The bullet to my arm just grazed me,” I told him as Shaw got up off the ground.
“You good, my nigga?” I asked him.
“Yeah!” he said brushing his pants off.
“Who are those niggas?” Jameer asked.
“I don’t know, but they aren’t from around here,” I told them.
Sameer grilled Shaw. “You are a bitch made nigga!” he told Shaw.
“Nigga, fuck you! You don’t know me!” Shaw said grilling Sameer.
“Nigga, I know you better, pipe down! Who the fuck you getting gangster on, young?” Jameer asked him in his D.C. accent.
“All y’all niggas shut the fuck up!” I said limping to my truck.
“Shaw, get your ass in the truck, nigga! You need your head checked out!” I told him. Blood was running down his face and his eye was swelling up.
He got into my truck.
“What y’all niggas doing over here anyway?” I asked the twins.
“We were on our way to the strip club and I saw your truck. I told Sameer to pull over and then we noticed some shit that didn’t look right, so we got out. When we did, we noticed those niggas had guns on y’all. We started busting!” Sameer said then I laughed.
“This nigga aim always been good!” Sameer said about Jameer. Jameer went into the dead niggas’ pockets, taking out their wallets then handed them to me.
“You might want to ask Beans if he can find out who these niggas are! I smell some foul shit going on, cuz!” Jameer said then I nodded my head.
“I’ll get up with y’all later!” I said stepping inside my truck. I know Latavia was going to stress about this shit!
Shaw
I really hate this nigga Kenjay! He and O’Shea! O’Shea is untouchable because the nigga is a celebrity, so if I murk him I would get caught. Everyone and their mama would be looking for me.
O’Shea didn’t know me but I was his older brother he never knew about. I’ve always known him, though. Yager kept us apart because the nigga was living foul and I guess he didn’t want O’Shea’s mother to find out about me. I only saw my pops like four times when I was a little nigga.
Before one of those niggas killed him, he came to visit me. He was the reason I got out of jail. He used the last bit of the money he had to get me a lawyer that could work on my case. I was supposed to get out and help him take over the streets. But when I got out, I found out he was killed. I know all about O’Shea and Kenjay robbing him when they were little niggas. He told me everything. Since he did a favor for me, it was my turn to return the favor even though he was dead. A nigga had life for killing three niggas. But there wasn’t no real evidence and it was thrown out. Five years of my life wasted. All I want is to get my pops’ streets back and run the shit how it was supposed to be run. I was locked up with Kenjay’s pops and that’s how I got put on. I bonded with the nigga so he could put in word for me. Nobody knew that Yager had an older son and I would like to keep it that way.
We pulled up to the hospital. I held a towel to my head to stop the blood from leaking. We were seen immediately. All I needed were five small stitches to the back of my head. I went to the nurse’s station because I wanted to know how long I needed to be there. I had shit to do and I wasn’t planning on laying up in a fucking hospital.
“Where is Kenjay Vargas’s room?” a voice asked then I turned around.
“Dayquan?” my wife asked me.
“What’s good, shorty?” I asked her.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, nervously looking around.
“I came here with your nigga!” I said checking her out. This was my first time seeing her since I been out. She had been avoiding me because she was with Kenjay’s bitch ass. Tuchie told me all about that shit! I know about her getting shot by my pops’ girlfriend and her losing their baby. She should’ve waited until a nigga came home. I wouldn’t have put her through that shit.
Latavia thicker than what she was from when I last seen her. But it looked good on her. She had a spiky, fire-red haircut that looked good on her caramel skin. I could tell by the ice in her ears and around her wrist that the nigga was taking good care of her. I was slightly jealous because he took my wife away from me. I used to be the only nigga that touched her but now she was giving it up to a nigga that I hated.
I touched her face feeling her skin then licked my lips. “I miss you!” I told her. She had this empty look in her eyes and I could tell the love she had for me was gone.
She smacked my hand away, “I’m not your wife!” she spat.
“On paper, you are! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me!” I said. I wasn’t trying to go to war with Kenjay, yet. Not until I learned his whole operation. I wanted to know all of his spots and his connect. The only reason I set up that robbery was so the nigga could think someone was after him while I snuck in and turned his world upside down. This nigga couldn’t keep track of all this shit! He would eventually lose focus.
She rolled her eyes. “You are still feisty, I see! It’s all good, though! All you need is this dick one good time!” I grinned.
“I had it and, trust me, my man does it wayyyyy better!” she said switching away. I didn’t care what she said! I was going to fuck her again one good time. I been sleeping with a different bitch almost every night and still hadn’t come across a woman whose pussy was better than hers.
My phone rang and it was Manessa. I started talking to her a few weeks ago. She worked at the hotel I been staying at. I ignored her call. I would call her back later.
After I was discharged, I went outside then walked around the corner. Tuchie and his cousin, Dizzy, pulled up.
I got into the back seat. “You good?” Tuchie asked. He been my nigga since the sandbox. That’s how I hooked up with his little sister. I was always coming around and when she was about fourteen, I started flirting around with her. She eventually started feeling me, too. I took her virginity when she was fifteen, and after that it was a wrap. She and I had been kicking it for four years until I got locked up.
“Yeah, but my fucking cousins are dead! Y’all didn’t see those niggas coming? Y’all couldn’t shoot back? Now, I got to te
ll my mama her nephews got killed from visiting me! Y’all niggas should’ve busted back!” I said.
“Nigga, you was in the way!” Dizzy said as if he was going to shoot anyway.
“Y’all some stupid-ass niggas!” I said. Tuchie handed me Kenjay’s diamond platinum Rolex. I looked at it then smiled. “I can get sixty g’s off of this on the break! I know this nigga paid more than that for this, though!” I said.
Then Tuchie got this nervous look on his face, “Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked him.
“I think that nigga recognized my voice!” Tuchie said. Tuchie and Dizzy had on masks because Kenjay knew them, but my two cousins’ faces were seen. I told them they didn’t need one because Kenjay didn’t know them.
