Even When It's Wrong

by Nicole Jackson

  Admittedly, she was looking right that night. She was rocking the hell out of a fitted black dress with gold Giuseppe scandals to boot. Me, I was wearing goldish Robin’s jeans, tee, and a sleeveless jean jacket to match.

  Everything would’ve been copacetic had I not taken a peek at Mya’s page, before stepping into the building. She’d posted that it was date night, and she was headed to see Gucci. So, I was hot, laying dead to catch her with a nigga. I didn’t give a fuck about nothing she’d been kickin’. She could say that it was over, until she was blue in the face, but that night I was gonna show her what was up. On God.

  “Gucci Mane Laflare, baby, I’m that guy. Girls eyeballs pop when my Lam pass by,” Gucci rapped the lyrics to Freaky Gurl.

  The stage was a big circle sitting in the center of the room, which was good because it allowed the artist to seem close to everyone in the room. For some reason I glanced across the stage to the crowd on the opposite side, and immediately spotted that bitch ass nigga Flame. He was rapping along to the lyrics, while a sizable chain swung across his chest. I never did like his showboating ass, because he loved to be seen. I was about to turn away, until I watched him throw an arm around the chick standing next to him.

  “My eyes gotta be playing tricks on me,” I mumbled to myself.

  This shit couldn’t be. I saw Mya boldly standing there in a little ass black tube top, a gold sequined mini skirt, with black thigh-high boots. Then she had some super long straight weave that draped down to her ass. It was a bit extra, even for her… but it was undeniably her. And that nigga Flame looked awfully familiar with her, as he held her closely.

  I mean, the nigga had posted up behind her, with his arms wrapped around her waist, looking like he had his dick on her booty. Then this lil’ bitch Mya was rocking her hips, acting like she wanted that nigga to bust that pussy open.

  I elbowed Melo. “You see this shit?”

  He looked at me confusingly. “See what?”

  “Look.” I pointed.

  “Ow, shit,” he voiced. “That’s your lil’ youngin’ all booed up, and shit.”

  “Exactly,” my nostrils flared.

  He gave me a look. “Kinfolk, don’t do nothing stupid up here. You know I got your back, but them laws up here deep.”

  “Fuck all that,” I waved him off. “I’ma knock them bitches’ blocks off,” I gritted.

  He shook his head. “I’m saying, you here with a bitch. So, take it like a playa.”

  “I aint taking shit,” I shook my head, not trying to hear him.

  “Kinfolk, I’m just saying. Don’t fuck around and spend the night in the county over some pussy. If nothing else, check this shit tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow,” I frowned. “When you was with ya BM Necole,” I began, wanting him to see where I was coming from. Ole Tressa was cool, but the only bitch I’d ever seen him lose his mind over was Necole. She was a beautiful something, but he’d fucked it up, and the nigga hadn’t been the same since. And he constantly wrote songs about her, swearing that he’d never love another the way that he loved her. “Off or on would you watch her leave anywhere with the next nigga? Regardless of the place?”

  “Hell, nah,” he commented with no hesitation. “Say no more. Just use your head, but I’m riding, either way it goes.”

  I nodded, glad that he’d decided to stop trying to talk me down, because the shit wasn’t happening. Gucci might as well had been saying blah, blah, blah, cause I hadn’t heard a word he’d rapped, since I’d laid eyes on Mya and that nigga. Truthfully, I thought about running across the stage, and just bomb rushing their asses, but even I knew that would be taking shit too far. Instead, I considered the fact that V.I.P. parking was on the first floor of the parking garage, and knowing Flame, he’d parked there, just like we had. So, I was determined to see them there.

  By the time the concert was ending, I was seeing red. Mya and Flame were practically fucking, as they interacted too intimately. So, as we all began to file out of the coliseum, I became anxious, basically running muthafuckas over.

  “Bae, hold up,” Skyy demanded, attempting to grab my hand.

  I snatched away from her, before marching ahead. Impatiently, I squeezed between crowds, trying to make my way through the building. With all the maneuvering I was doing, somehow Skyy and the crew managed to stay right behind me, which I wasn’t completely okay with. I really wanted to at least shake the women, but that wasn’t going to halt my mission.

  “Omari, why are you in so much of a rush?” Skyy probed.

  Ignoring her, I kept it moving. Finally, we made it to the garage. We were parked rather closely to the main exit, so I conveniently stomped over to my Benz. Popping the trunk, I leaned over, searching for my shit.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” Skyy pressed, as she ran over. I retrieved my nine, before closing the trunk back. “Omari, what are you gonna do with that? Baby, talk to me,” her voice cracked.

  “Skyy,” I uttered, avoiding eye contact. “Do me a solid one. I need you to ride back with Melo and Tressa. I gotta handle something.”

  “What? Baby, what are you talking about? Why would I have to ride with them? Tell me what’s going on. What are you doing with that gun?” she stood in front of me.

  “Move, Skyy,” I gritted, shoving her out of the way. My eyes scanned the lot, until I zeroed in on Flame’s custom Escalade. I began stomping in the truck’s direction, when Skyy grabbed me again.

  “Baby no!” she was now in a full panic. “Don’t get yourself in trouble. Melo, get your cousin,” she cried, as her face turned beet red.

  I pulled away from her, and glanced at Melo. “Kinfolk, take her home!”

  “Skyy, chill,” Melo urged, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But Omari, dawg, don’t do nothing crazy. Come on. Let’s just all go.”

  I nixed him off, as I made a beeline to the truck that was stuck in slow moving traffic.

  “Omari, no!” Skyy screamed, as she began running after me.

  Before she could reach me, I jogged up to the Escalade, spotting Mya in the passenger’s seat. Snatching the door open, I grabbed her arm. “Get ya muthafuckin ass out of here!” I seethed.

  “Omari!” she screeched. “What are you doing?!”

  “This nigga done lost his mind. Say, my nigga, let her go,” Flame fumed.

  Without blinking I lifted my hand, aiming my gun right at him. “What?” I curled my lips. “Say another word and I’ll blow your bitch ass away. I told you to stay away from her, nigga. You ready to die tonight?”

  He gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking like he could spit nails.

  “That’s what I thought,” I growled, before successfully snatching Mya out of the truck. “Bring your muthafuckin ass here.”

  She boohooed hysterically. “Omari, what’s wrong with you? Why you got that gun?”

  “Shut up,” I spoke into her ear, as I quickly ushered her back to my car.

  “Omari, really, nigga?!” Skyy blurted, while I practically dragged Mya past her. “You’re putting your freedom on the line for this little bitch? How could you disrespect me like this?”

  Tressa shook her head. “Girl, fuck that nigga. I told you to quit fucking with him a long time ago. And now he done showed you what it is.” She glared at Melo. “Look at your people. You see how he on this fuck shit?”

  Melo scratched his head. “Man, leave me out of that.” He looked at me, right before I yanked my passenger’s door open. “Kinfolk, you wildin’, right now. On the real.”

  Not bothering with a response, I shoved Mya into the car, before racing around to the driver’s side. I hopped in, and backed out of the parking spot, like a bat out of hell. Knowing that I needed to get the fuck out of dodge, I ran smooth over some orange cones, skipping everyone attempting to exit. The guys who worked the lot were ranting and raving about me driving over their shit, but I didn’t give a fuck, as I put the petal to the metal, skirting right out of the lot.

  “So, you’re just gon
na crash, and kill us both, right? Slow down,” Mya lamented.

  Considering the fact that I was going seventy on the streets, I slowed down.

  “Omari, you really have lost your mind. How the hell are you gonna just force me into the car?”

  “Like I just did.”

  “But why?! I’m done with you. I keep telling you that. I let you be with that weak hoe. Clearly, that’s what you wanted, so that’s what you got!”

  “FUCK SKYY!” I roared. “I don’t give a fuck about her!”

  She glared at me, before turning her head to gaze out of the window. “Well, I guess you don’t, seeing as how you just acted a ass in front of her,” she grumbled, while folding her arms.

  “Yeah, like I said, fuck her,” I scoffed. “I can’t fucking believe you. You actually came up here with that nigga, letting him put his dick on your ass, and shit.”

  “What?” she whipped her head around.

  “You heard me. I saw you all hugged up with him, looking like a lil’ hoe in them little bity ass clothes,” I snarled.

  She evilly smirked. “You mad or nah?”

  “What?” I seethed, while causing the car to swerve a bit.

  “I’m saying. You was up there with a bitch, doing whatever you wanted. So, I can do whatever the fuck I want, too. It’s simple as that.”

  “Nah,” I shook my head. “No, you can’t. You see how that shit worked out for you.”

  “But for what? You did all this, why? Because at the end of the day, I’m no longer dealing with you on those bullshit terms. I can’t sit back and share you, and disregard my own feelings,” her voice cracked. “I’ve had enough of that, and I’d rather not have you at all, if I gotta feel like I felt the other day. You left me,” she cried.

  “Girl, I aint fucking leave you.”

  “Yes, you did!” she yelled. “That’s what you do every time you decide to lay with somebody else. You leave me to give them a part of yourself that should be exclusively for me!” she beseeched. “But that within itself is a fucking oxymoron. I want some unrealistic shit from you, and if you can’t give it, then cool. But don’t stop me from moving forward,” she talked, while tears continuously fell. “That’s fucking extremely selfish.”

  “Alright. What about you? You say I leave you every time I lay with somebody, but didn’t you leave me too, then?”

  “What?” she grimaced. “Nigga, are you serious? I have never fucked around on you. Never!”

  I leaned my head back, not believing her for one second. “So, you didn’t fuck Flame’s bitch ass?”

  She sucked her teeth. “First off, I was never dealing with him and you at the same time.”

  “What? Girl, miss me with the bullshit. If you dealing with him period, then you in violation. And it sounds like you fucked the nigga, but trying to pull some technicality bullshit.”

  “Technicality or not, I have never fucked him. Period,” she clarified, then giggled. “Because if I had, he would’ve busted at your ass, before you got a chance to pull off.”

  “You think that shit funny, huh?”

  “Nah, it’s really rather pathetic. Of all the niggas in the world, I fucked around with my mama’s nigga.”

  I licked my lips. “Call it what you want, but know this. I’m not done fucking with you. You can’t fuck with nobody else, and if you do, you must wanna see that nigga toe tagged. It’s that simple, and I don’t care what you gotta say about it, or how it looks to the next muthafucka. I aint going no muthafuckin’ where, and you aint, either. And I don’t give a fuck how that shit gotta happen.”

  “But you can’t make me fuck with you,” she spat.

  “Yeah, okay,” I grumbled, as I pulled into our apartments. “Meeka’s truck aint here,” I pointed out, as I pulled into a spot.

  “She’s gone to the casino. She left earlier, and won’t be back ‘til Sunday, supposedly.”

  My jaw flinched. “So, you was moving around with no supervision, huh? You and that nigga was gonna lay-up, peacefully.”

  “Aw, there you go. Not everybody is like you, Omari. I had every intention of getting dropped off, and sending him on his way, like I always do.”

  “Yeah, right. You expect me to believe that this nigga was gonna keep coming around, while you not letting him fuck?”

  “I really don’t know what he was gonna do, and I don’t have long terms plans for me and him, no way. I doubt that he was gonna want my ass when it was all said and done, anyways,” she mumbled.

  “The fuck are you talking about?”

  “Nothing. Don’t even worry about it.” She pushed her door open. “Just leave me alone,” she sniped, before easing out of the car.

  Jumping out of the car myself, I tucked my pistol at the back of my jeans, before trudging up the sidewalk. With those tall boots on, Mya wasn’t getting very far, and I was able to fully check her out. She’d really shown up to that concert looking like a prestigious thot. With a body like hers, wearing certain shit should be illegal. Her whole vibe screamed ‘come fuck me’, and I bet Flame thought he was that nigga with her on his arm. Because honestly, this version of Mya made me nervous, and I actually knew her. Shit, and if I would’ve randomly met her out somewhere, I probably would’ve been fumbling, and second-guessing myself. That’s just how tough she was.

  I walked up, catching up with her. “You got on this little ass skirt, looking like you aint wearing no panties, but you wasn’t gonna fuck that nigga?”

  “Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?”

  I grabbed her hand, and she quickly jerked away from me. “I aint gotta do shit. You fucking with that weak ass nigga.”

  She lifted her head to the sky. “You wanna call him weak, but you weak too,” she snapped. “You live off of bitches, scared to live on your own two feet, like a man.”

  “Who the fuck are you talking to?” I grabbed the back of her neck.

  She spun around, clawing at my face. “Keep your hands off me!”

  With us being just a few feet away from the crib, I drove her into the door. Even with her wrestling with me, I managed to unlock the door, and open it up. She was still throwing hands, though. When she busted my lip, I had to let her know what it was, as I snatched her weave up.

  “Let me go, let me go,” she attempted to pull away from me.

  “Nah,” I refuted, as I guided her into the apartment. “You wanna go? We can go.” I slammed the door shut.

  “Uhhhh!” she vented, as she drove me into the nearest wall.

  “You better quit. You gon fuck up ya mama’s shit,” I warned.

  “I don’t care!” she blurted, before breaking into heavy sobs. “Why won’t you just leave me alone!”

  I released her hair, and focused on her face. “What you crying for? Huh?”

  “Can’t you see that I’m tired? You think this shit is a game. Like I want this fuck and fight routine with you. Fucking aint gonna fix nothing. I can’t do this draining shit with you no more. Why can’t you see that?”

  I closed the small gap between us. “So, you crying because you’re tired?”

  “No. I’m crying, because I love your ass, but I shouldn’t.”

  I grabbed her chin, kissing her hungrily. “And I love you too.”

  “No, you don’t. Stop lying to me,” she sniveled.

  “I swear to God I’m telling you the truth, Mya. I love you. I need you,” I kissed her succulent lips.

  “I…I…I can’t share you no more, Mari. I won’t.”

  “And if that’s how it gotta be, then you won’t,” I promised.

  “No, no, no,” she waved her head. “I can’t trust that. You give empty promises,” her voice quivered. She grabbed my head, locking eyes with me. “Please, don’t lie to me. I can’t that no more.”

  Mya

  “Please, don’t lie to me,” I begged him. “That’s the last thing I need right now, while everything is all fucked up.”

  “On everything I love,” he breathed, before shoving
his tongue into my mouth.

  “Move, Mari,” I spoke weakly, with my palms flat against his chest.

  “Uh uh,” he refused, as I heard him unzip his jeans.

  “No.” I shook my head. “No more fucking and fighting.”

  “Yeah, no more, then,” he claimed, as he dropped his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

  I could feel his hot dick pressed between us, before he took me by surprise, lifting me up by my thighs. Leaning me up against the wall, I held on tightly around his neck. Once again, I wore no panties, as he swiftly rooted himself within me. I was still wearing my boots, and my legs were kicking wildly, as he held onto my ass.

  Powerfully, he pushed inside of me, causing my heart to drop down to my toes. Throwing my back into it, I caught his hard, hurried jabs, as he brutally hit my spot. “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” I panted, as I tightened my grip on him.

  Somehow, even with my grip around his neck, he lowered his head, and maneuvered my top down with his teeth. He then took a taut nipple into his mouth, while swaying deep inside of me.

  “Fuck this,” he grumbled on my nipple, as he stepped away from the wall with me in tow. With me still wrapped around him, he walked us over to the couch, where he laid me on my back. “Let me taste this pussy.” He pushed my thighs further apart, before burying his head in between.

  “Ugh!” I released, as I rolled my hips, while he rapidly licked my clit. “Stop!” I yelped.

  When he simply picked up the pace, I knew what I was in for. He wasn’t stopping, until I was in a coma. So, there was no need to fight it. I’d let him have his way with me. Besides, it was probably best that we both get all tired out, before I lay this heavy shit on him. So, while he was fucking me senselessly, he just didn’t know what was in store for him.

  Meeka

  “Bitch, you should’ve came. I already hit on the penny machine,” Glenda bragged.

  “I know, I know,” I spoke solemnly. “You know I’ll be there next time.”

  “Shit, Ion understand why you aint come this time. Let me find out you going on one of those showing up on a bitch’s doorstep over a nigga missions.”