“Why I—”
“And shut the fuck up!”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. But at the same time she was trembling. Even though he hadn’t come home when he first got out, she had known she wasn’t in the clear. She had known she was eventually going to get a visit. Hell, the house was just as much his as it was hers. And he still had a lot of shit there, even though she had packed it away.
Her gaze followed him as he went into the kitchen and came back with two Coronas. He sat back down, fired up his blunt, and started taking swigs out of the bottle. He sat there and just looked in her eyes as he got high. For twenty minutes the only sounds were of him puffing on his weed and guzzling down the Coronas.
Damn. This nigga gonna hold me hostage or what?
“I thought you were smarter than that, Keke.” Peanut finally decided to break the silence.
“Who you talkin’ to, nigga? I’m about as smart as yo’ dumb ass. I ain’t the one who was getting fuck—”
Before she could finish her sentence Peanut was up and across the room and had slapped her clean off the couch. Then he kicked her in the stomach. “Bitch, you must have forgot!” He glared at her. “But check it. Your name on my tongue tastes like shit. Fuck being loyal. What, it’s been four years we been down for each other?” He answered his own question, “Yeah. And I’ve been nothing but good to you. I was only gone for a minute and you turned on me with the quickness. I thought your ass had some brains and a little bit of loyalty.”
She lay there as Peanut went upstairs. She looked at the phone, wondering who she should call, if she should lay there or make a fast getaway.
“Don’t move, Keke,” he yelled down the steps as if he heard what she was thinking.
Well that answers that question, she said to herself. I hope he hurries the fuck up. She was now getting mad. Shit. Yeah I left. So the fuck what? Niggas go to jail and get left all the time. Nigga actin’ like he’s been locked up for ten years. Shit, the nigga ain’t do a day over sixty. So now he’s mad and kicks me in my fuckin’ stomach. I’ma get his bitch ass back.
“Yo, Ke.” Peanut smirked as he came down the stairs. “I’m glad I came by. You know why? Now I gotta change of heart. Since you had niggas all up in and out of my shit, I said fuck it. She can keep this shit. I’ma boss. I was just gonna burn the muthafucka down to the ground. But since you got my shit all packed the fuck up you know what? I changed my mind. You gonna get the fuck out!” Keke’s mouth opened in shock. She was getting ready to plead her case but he stopped her. “If you want to keep all thirty-twos in your mouth, I suggest you close that bitch. I don’t give a fuck where you go but by tomorrow this time all of your shit needs to be gone. Are we clear?”
She wouldn’t answer.
“Keke, do we have an understanding?”
“Peanut, you can’t expect me to be up and out of here tomorrow. I don’t even have anywhere to go,” she pleaded.
“That’s not my problem. I’m sure you got at least one nigga or bitch willing to put up with your funky ass.” He headed for the door.
“Can’t you give me until the weekend, Peanut, damn! It’s not like you don’t have a place to go.” She was now up and on the porch with him.
“Yeah. That’s the problem. I’m holed up in some got-damned apartment while you all up in my house, trickin’ my money away.” He stepped off the porch.
“You’re in an apartment because you want to be. You got enough bread to have a house.”
“Just be outta here by tomorrow night, bitch.”
“Peanut, I—”
“I ain’t got shit else to say. Instead of following behind me, you need to be in there packin’ ya shit.”
Just then a navy blue Chevy Impala screeched to a halt. When Peanut saw the window ease down and tip of the Glock pointed at them he yelled, “Ke, get the fuck down!” Splat! Splat! The shots rang out. Peanut pulled out his heater.
“Take that to the bank, ho-ass nigga!” The unfamiliar voice rang out and the Impala’s engine roared as it took off down the street. The neighbors were already pouring out of their houses.
“Ke,” he mumbled as he went over to her. “Keke.” That’s when he saw it . . . her face. It was covered in blood. Her forehead sported a gaping hole and her eyes were staring at him. “Ke . . . damn . . . son of a bitch!” he spat as he listened to sirens in the distance.
Forever was ironing his prison fit, getting ready for his visit, when Zeke walked past. “You just gettin’ off yo’ good government job?” Forever teased him.
Zeke nodded and stepped into the laundry room and leaned up against one of the dryers. “You ironing yo’ good government gear?” Zeke teased back.
“Hell yeah,” Forever responded without shame.
“So Nyla finally comin’?”
“Supposed to be. I haven’t spoken to the bitch, she won’t answer the phone but had the nerve to leave a message with her sister.”
“That’s fucked up,” Zeke stated matter-of-factly. “Let me know how shit turned out. Wake me up when you get off the visit. I’m tired as hell.”
“I don’t know why you working like a Hebrew slave. You don’t need the loot from what I’m hearing. They say you that nigga to see, and the one who cats tryna be.” Forever smirked.
Zeke took that comment in stride. “Hey, a nigga gots ta eat.”
“So what you sayin’, man? You wasn’t eatin’ when we was gettin’ money together? You was family, nigga, and I treated you like family. I always had your back,” Forever told him.
“Was family?”
“Yeah, was. You cut the fuck off. Family don’t go behind family’s back. You couldn’t man the fuck up and step to me? You had to act like a bitch and go behind my back? I heard about your visit with my brother. I’m waiting and waiting, thinking you was going to get at me.” Forever laughed. “But that never happened. You pulled a punk-ass move nigga. Just tell me why, man? You been on some ole funny-type shit.”
An older white man with huge black-rimmed glasses came in carrying a bag of laundry. “Get the fuck outta here, we talking!” Zeke yelled. The guy backed out quietly.
“Nigga, go ’head with that weak-ass bullshit,” Forever spat.
“Man, fuck you.” Zeke ranted, “You the muthafucka that’s weak. Allowing your woman to turn you into a snitch.”
Forever smirked. “Snitch? I know yo’ punk ass snitched on me! But you don’t know what the fuck I did. All I know is I made you, nigga. All you was doin’ was ridin’ my coattail. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have shit. You wouldn’t be shit. All I got to do is say the word and you’ll be back to being a runner for one of these small-time, petty-ass knuckleheads.”
“Never that, Cousin. So don’t get it twisted. This is a new day.” And quickly Zeke left out.
Forever unplugged the iron and remembered that he had clothes in the dryer. He began folding them up and thinking about how shit goes down in the joint, and then his mind went to how fast Zeke had left out.
“Forever.” Fat Louie stuck his head in the door. He was out of breath and sweating. “I was looking all over for you.”
“What’s up, maine?” Forever didn’t even bother to look up as he continued to press his pants.
“Fool, why you chillin’ like it’s nothing? Zeke and ’em on their way up here. Y’all got serious beef or sumthin’? ’Cause word is, he strapped up. I told Tops and them to be ready, but shit, Z is on his way.”
“Fuck!” Forever spat. “I ain’t got nuttin’ on me.”
“Hold up, I’ll be right back! I got you.”
“Nigga, I’ll be dead by the time you get your fat ass back!”
Fat Louie had already disappeared.
Aws hell to the naw. He went back and plugged in the iron. It sounded as if Zeke was in the hall. He grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants out of the dryer, turned the iron up high and went to press the pants.
Not two minutes later and just as he was expecting, Zeke came to
the door. “Ever, come here, man, let me holla at you.”
“Nigga, you come to me. Ain’t nobody else in here.” Forever gripped the iron firmly, still ironing but not taking his eyes off Zeke.
“Cool.” Zeke closed the door behind him, and when he got up on Forever he went for his shank. Forever swung the iron, slapping Zeke across the jaw.
“Fuck!” Zeke gritted as the hot iron ate his flesh.
Zeke went for Forever’s throat with the shank, but Forever ducked and it landed on the back of his shoulder. Zeke dug it deeper, twisted it and Forever yelled, “Aw damn. Make sure you kill me.”
The door flew open. “Yo, the po-po,” one of Zeke’s runners said. Zeke smoothly tossed him the shank. He caught it, and then Zeke felt the iron hit the back of his head.
The next day Zeke and Forever were still in the hole. Zeke’s head was bandaged and he had second-degree burns on the back of his head and neck. Forever’s shoulder was bandaged up and he had forty-two stitches.
“Thompson.” The officer kicked the bars. “You have a visit. I’ll be back in ten.”
Forever’s eyes popped open as he looked up at the ceiling. “Now the bitch decides to show up,” he mumbled as he slowly sat up and swung his feet to the floor. He was pissed that his right shoulder was fucked up. Luckily for him the guard came back twenty minutes later. That’s how long it took him to get his self together, working with his left hand.
Nyla was watching Tameerah play with the baby sitting across from them. She was playing peekaboo and the baby wouldn’t stop laughing.
The inmate visitors’ door opened and the men filed out. Nyla’s eyes got big as saucers and her mouth twisted into a frown at the sight of Forever bandaged up and in an orange jumpsuit. This nigga is back in the hole.
“Tameerah, here comes your father.”
Tameerah looked around, spotted Forever and took off running. “Daddy! Daddy! I was playing with the baby. I want a baby. Can I have a little baby?”
He swooped her up, forgetting about his stitches, and grimaced as the pain traveled throughout the shoulder and down his arm. “I miss you, girl.” He kissed her cheek. “Daddy loves you.”
“I love you too, Daddy. You hurt yourself?”
“Yeah, baby, I did. But since you’re here I feel much better.”
“Good.” She hugged him around his neck. “Can I have a baby?”
“What?”
“Can I have a baby?”
“You have to ask your mother that.”
“Mommy, can I have a baby?” Tameerah peeked over at her mother.
“After you finish all of your schooling, and you’re a big girl, yeah.”
“Aww man, how big?” She pouted.
“Bigger than me.”
Tameerah squirmed her way down from Forever’s arms. “Daddy, you want some yogurt ice cream? I got money to buy you one!”
“Do you?”
“Um-hmm. Don’t I, Mommy?” Nyla handed Tameerah her own little clear plastic purse that was full of coins. “C’mon, Daddy.” She pulled Forever’s hand, and they went over to the vending machines.
Nyla’s hands were beginning to sweat. She was anxious to get their confrontation over and done with. Even though she wasn’t sure what she wanted the outcome to be.
“Daddy, can I sit by the baby and eat my yogurt ice cream?”
“As long as you don’t try to feed the baby you can.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She puckered up her lips and Forever kissed her. He watched her take her yogurt, spoon and napkin and sit next to the baby.
After she got situated he turned his attention to Nyla. He looked her over. Looking to see what was different about her. Her hair was still fly, just the way he liked it. What other nigga is likin’ it more than I am? She had on a pair of Parasuco hip-hugging jeans. Who’s grabbing on to those hips? The crisp white blouse was caressing her breasts. Damn, what nigga is running his tongue over her nipples? And the pair of black stilettos she wore said, “Come fuck me.” Why the fuck am I torturing myself like this? I ain’t seen a nigga that could hold on to a bitch while he’s doin’ a dime. Finally he noticed that she didn’t have on her usual perfume . . . his favorite.
“What kind of perfume are you wearing? What made you switch up?”
She sucked her teeth.
“I just wanted a change.”
“Why are you doing this shit, Nyla? I’m at the end of my bid. Just because your little scheme didn’t work, you just gonna cut out on me?” He was fighting to control his temper.
“Why are you blaming everything on me, Forever? Oh, so you forgot about that bitch Shan and y’alls little love child on the way? You forgot that you’re getting ready to have a whole ’nother family?”
“Nyla, you and Tameerah are my only family, so stop with the bullshit. I told her to get rid of that baby and that she was only business and that I already had a family.”
“So . . . you think a baby is just going to go away like that? She said she was keeping it, Forever. Remember?”
“Why the fuck are you stuck on that, Nyla? I told you it wasn’t nothing. She was a nobody, damn.”
Nyla laughed. “A nobody? That doesn’t make the baby go away? What if I got pregnant by some nigga and told you it wasn’t nothing? How would you be acting?”
Forever sighed.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. So when are they transferring you? They said if you got in trouble again, they were gonna transfer you, right?” she snapped.
“I’ma try to beat this one, Nyla. My man the lieutenant is handling it.”
Nyla sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
“What’s that all about, Nyla?”
“You’re getting transferred, way across the fuckin’ world somewhere. I told you, I’m tired, Forever.”
“So if I don’t come home real soon, and if I get transferred, you gone, huh?”
Nyla folded her hands across her chest and the look on her face said it all.
Forever was crushed. “Fuck it and fuck you. Tameerah, baby, come here and talk to Daddy. This is fucked up, Nyla,” Forever gritted.
Tameerah jumped onto her daddy’s lap. He spent the next hour explaining to his daughter that he probably was going to get moved and wouldn’t be able to see her as often. He told her that they would talk on the phone and that he would be home in a minute to take her wherever she wanted to go and that he loved her very much.
When the visit was over, Forever said to Nyla, “I hope this nigga is worth it.” He turned and walked away.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Shan heard a tap on the hotel door. She snatched up her robe, slid her feet into her slippers and yelled, “Wrong door.” When no one responded she looked through the peephole and immediately her frown turned into a huge grin. She pulled off the scarf she had tied around her locks, peeked in the mirror and then opened the door.
“What a surprise! You said you wouldn’t be here until the weekend.” She stepped aside to let Briggen in and closed the door. His Armani scent filled the room. When she saw him set down the Louis Vuitton garment bag the kitty instantly perked up.
“You don’t sound too excited to see me.” He gave her that smile.
“Oooh, we’re excited. I kinda miss you,” she teased.
“Kinda?”
“Yeah, kinda.” She walked seductively over to him and stood in front of him.
“Rewind back to the we’re excited part.”
She eased her hands up his chest and slid his jacket off his shoulders. “You heard me, I said we’re excited to see you.”
“Who is the we’re?”
She took his hand and pressed it up against her hot and slick pussy. “Me and her,” she purred.
“I see,” he mumbled as his middle finger slid back and forth across her goodies. A soft moan escaped her throat, and he eased that finger inside her slickness and it came back dripping with her juices. He leaned over and their mouths met as she hungrily devoured his lips. Both his hand
s slid over her ass and squeezed and massaged her cheeks. She groaned as her trembling hand grabbed his dick, squeezed and teased it. She then undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants. His pipe sprung out greedily through the slit in the boxers.
“You finally ready for big daddy?”
She smeared the pre-cum all over the head and used her other hand to slide his clothes down over his ass. “I’m ready.”
He slipped her robe off and she unbuttoned his shirt. He eased the negligee up over her head and stepped out of his pants and boxers. She eased him backward to the bed and laid him down. Seductively, she licked her lips at the sight of his big willie standing strong and tall, as she took off his shoes and socks and eased out of her slippers. She climbed on top of him, grabbed his pipe and slid the head up, down and around her dripping wet pussy.
“Oh shit!” he grunted as he slowly pulled her down until his joint disappeared inside her heat. “That’s it, baby. Can you still take all of this dick?” he groaned.
She grabbed two handfuls of her locks, bit down on her bottom lip and began to joyride the dick. Up, down, side to side, all around, faster and faster. Seeing her response, he said, “You forgot how good this dick was, didn’t you?” and slapped her ass.
“Give it to me, daddy,” she purred. “You know how I like it.” She spread her legs wider, put her hands on his chest and was making that pussy pop. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me the way only you can!” she screamed. Her clit was pressing hard against his dick, which was thrusting hard, up and down, digging deeper and deeper. “That’s it, baby. Fuck this pussy! Oh please . . . don’t stop . . . please,” she begged as her eyes rolled back up into her head and she felt a surge of heat sear from her toes up to her nipples and her pussy tightened and clamped around his dick, causing him to jerk. “Oh shit, Brig . . . I’m cum—”
“Fuck!” Briggen yelled as he pumped her harder and harder and his body went stiff and his nut burst through and met hers. She slumped over him and he slumped backward. Both sweaty, fulfilled and out of breath.
“Yo, I need you to get out,” Born hissed.
“What?” Zoie, his suburban jump-off, snapped her neck back.
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