Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat.”

  “Baby’s heartbeat?”

  “Yes, you’re pregnant. Good thing your baby was able to survive that terrible beating you suffered from. You’re carrying a strong child.”

  Hearing I was pregnant was a bittersweet moment for me. I was happy that I had my meal ticket swimming in my womb, but upset because I didn’t know if Chad was truly alive or not. Either way, I was going to get paid if I was able to prove that Chad was my child’s father. The only problem with that was I wasn’t too sure. For now, I was going to hope and pray that he made it out alive.

  “How much longer do I have to stay here?” I asked.

  “We want you to stay another two weeks just to make sure that everything heals perfectly.”

  “Ok,” I replied rubbing my tummy.

  I now had a new hustle growing inside me. These two weeks that I spent in here was going to be used carefully planning out my next move. This time I was going to capitalize on why they called me Prancer the finesser.

  Chapter 23

  Honey

  Laying in Rob’s arms, I felt myself get nauseous. I ignored the feeling until I felt the vomit build in my mouth. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything that I had in my system.

  “You ok?” Rob asked brushing my hair up into a ponytail.

  “Yeah, I’m good I think it was that food we ate from Jazzy’s.”

  “You sure it was the food?” he asked handing me a warm washcloth.

  “Yes, it was the food,” I snapped getting up off the bathroom floor.

  I walked to the bathroom sink and turned on the water. Applying toothpaste to my toothbrush, I began brushing my teeth avoiding making eye contact with Rob. I didn’t want to get excited over the possibility of being pregnant just to end up disappointed.

  “You want me to go get you a test?”

  “No, Rob, I don’t need no fucking test!” I snapped.

  “Ok, well I’m going to handle some business I should be back later on tonight.”

  “Again?”

  “Yes, I’m running a business, Honey, now that Chad is not here there’s a lot that I have to do.”

  “Yeah ok,” I replied getting back in bed.

  “Don’t be like that,” he said climbing on top of me.

  “Now that you filling in Chad’s shoes, you’re barely home,” I whined,

  “I know, but I have to get this money,” he said while kissing all over my neck. “You gon take that test?” he asked lifting my shirt above my head.

  “I’m not pregnant.” I moaned as he licked on my nipples.

  “What makes you so sure? I’ve been busting in that thing nonstop, I know I knocked that thang up,” he said trailing kissing down my stomach, stopping at my belly button.

  “You gon’ eat this pussy or nah?” I said anticipating him sticking his tongue in my twat.

  “Let me play with it first,” he replied sticking two fingers in it.

  “Mmmm didn’t your mama teach you not to play with your food?” I moaned rotating my hips matching the thrusts of his fingers.

  I was about to cum when he stopped. Lifting me by my hips, he pushed me up against the wall and ate the kitty like a big boy. His tongue swirled and danced in me causing my body to shake. I held onto his head for dear life as he continued to feast on my pussy. He used his tongue and wrote a four-page letter in this pussy causing me to cream all over his face.

  He used the tip of his tongue and played with my clit causing me to jump from the sensitivity. He then secured his lips around my clit sucking me to yet another orgasm. My body violently shook, as I was hit with spasms due to the aftershock orgasm. I convulsed before my body went limp causing me to collapse in his arms.

  “I wore that ass out, huh?” he laughed laying my body on the bed.

  “Shut up I was already tired.”

  “The lies you tell. Just admit it, you can’t hang.”

  “Shut up.” I laughed

  “Seriously though about that test.”

  “Rob, please I’m not on that.”

  “Ok now throw up one more time and you ain’t gon’ have no choice but to take it.”

  “I hear you.”

  “Good. Gimme kiss,” he said puckering up his lips.

  I kissed him long and hard savoring my juices that stained his tongue. I loved to see him cum, but I hated to watch him leave. I sat on the bed with a pout on my face as I watched him get dressed and walk out of the door.

  I stood in the window and watched him pull out of the driveway. When he was out of sight, I ran into the bathroom and grabbed the pregnancy test that I had under the sink. Ripping the box open, I peed on the stick and sat it on the counter.

  With every second that went by my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. I knew there was a huge possibility that I could be pregnant, but I prepared myself for the worst anyways. The buzzing sound on my phone told me that the three minutes was up.

  Glancing at the test, my heart dropped. I was filled with so much emotion as slid to my knees and cried. I was finally given another chance to be a mother and I was extremely happy.

  Picking up the phone, I wanted to call Cinnamon but lately all she did was mope. I completely understood how she was feeling. To lose your husband, the father of your children brought the type of pain that drove you crazy.

  The day Vivian and Rob delivered the news that Chad was dead was the day Cinnamon fell apart. The worst part was she didn’t even get a chance to really say goodbye. Due to all the bullets tearing through his skin, his body was so badly disfigured that his mother decided to have a small ceremony for him instead of a funeral. She didn’t want anyone to remember Chad in such a gruesome way.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey mom!”

  “Hey, Honey boo, what’s up?’

  “I have good news.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “I’m pregnant!!!!!!!” I screamed through the phone.

  “OH, MY GOD! Congrats baby!”

  “Thank you mom. I’m so happy this feels so unreal.”

  “I told you good things come to those that wait.”

  “Should I call Cinny?”

  “Give her some time, she has to deal with her lost on her own.”

  “How’s CJ?”

  “He’s good, my heart is just hurt for him because he’s going to grow up without a father.”

  “I know. This is real fucked up,” I sadly replied.

  “Just give it time. God heals all wounds, everything will be ok.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Good God I’m about to have three grandkids, I’m too young for this,” my mother joked trying to lighten the mood.

  “Mama please if you don’t sit down somewhere.”

  “CJ, put that down,” I heard her yell out. “Honey, baby let me call you back this boy done started walking and now he’s getting into everything.”

  “Ok ma’, I’ll be by there later.”

  Putting the phone, down my mind quickly thought of the baby I was carrying. The thought of having to raise it alone scared me to death. I was going to have a sit down with Rob because if we were going to bring a child into this world there would be some changes that had to be made.

  I picked up my phone and attempted to call Cinnamon, but I got no answer. Fed up, I got in my car and made that long drive to her house. When I arrived, my key card was deactivated.

  “Jamie, what’s going on? My key card don’t work,” I asked the gatekeeper.

  “Mrs. Green, requested to have all of her visitor’s keys card deactivated.”

  “Is she ok?”

  “She only leaves to go to the doctors. Anything else she needs, I try my best to get it for her. She barely talks, so I don’t know how she’s really feeling.”

  “Can you keep an eye on her for me?”

  “Of course, I will. I will talk to her for you. I think
shutting you guys out is not a good idea.”

  “Thank you, Jamie. Call me if you need me.”

  “Will do.”

  I got back in my car and headed home pissed. I understood that Cinnamon was hurting, but to go through it alone was selfish. I wanted to be there for her, but she was pushing me away. I just hoped she came to her senses and got it together quick before she sunk too deep into depression.

  Chapter 24

  Cinnamon

  It’s been thirty days since I lost the love of my life. I was now seven months pregnant, my son was ten months old, and the both of them were now fatherless. The day I found out Chad was dead was the same day Steven’s head was buried deep in the walls of my vagina.

  I was so angry with Chad for parading that bitch I caught him fucking around town. Not only was he fucking around on me when he claimed he wanted his family back, but he was being really messy with it. He would take the bitch out in public places and he even got her a new spot to stay in.

  It hurt seeing the man you love be with someone else. I was the one running around screaming that I wanted a divorce, but in reality all I wanted was for him to fight for me. It was like he gave up. It seemed that being with me and his kids no longer meant anything to him and for that I despised him. For that I allowed another man to enter a throne that I vowed was only for him. For that I was happy when the judge finally agreed to the speedy divorce.

  Since Chad skipped out on court and never signed the papers, we were still technically married, making me now a widow. Now that he was buried six feet under, the only thing that was left for me to do was figure out what I was going to do with his things. I had one week to have the house cleared out, so that the new owners could move in it.

  Dragging myself out of bed, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. After applying my face cream I went to make myself some breakfast. Lately, I didn’t have much of an appetite, but I had a baby growing in me that needed nutrients.

  The toaster popped my bread out at the same time I finished scrambling my eggs. Putting the eggs on a plate, I spread butter over my toast and said grace before eating. I took a few nibbles of the toast and three spoons filled of the eggs before throwing everything in the trash. Unscrewing the top off my prenatal vitamins, I gulped them down with some apple juice.

  Dressed in a Nike jogging suit, I got in my car and left the house. Driving to the house that I once shared with Chad was really uncomfortable now that he was gone. I was kind of spooked being there alone, but I didn’t want to be bothered by anyone.

  Entering the house, I was greeted by Chad’s Nautica cologne. The smell alone already had me in my feelings and I hadn’t even packed his things up yet. I walked up the stairs to the bedroom that we once shared and sat on our bed. Hitting the play button on the stereo, Aaliyah’s I Miss You started playing. I grabbed the pre rolled blunt that was in my purse and lit it.

  It’s been too long and I’m lost without you

  What am I gonna do?

  The words of the song had me so in my feelings that I was on my second blunt. I could hear Chad’s voice snapping on me about smoking while pregnant. All of our memories started to flood my mind causing me to break down in tears.

  I finally decided that I wasn’t strong enough to clean out the house alone, so I decided to seek professional help. Getting up off the bed, I headed towards Chad’s office to use the computer. I was on the computer browsing the Internet for moving services when a file on the computer popped up catching my attention.

  I double clicked on the icon and waited for it to load up. The file came up blank and I was about to exit out of it until I right clicked it and multiple files came up. Clicking on one of the files, a video came up. Enlarging it, my blood boiled as I watched Chasity walk around rocking my baby.

  I was about to turn of the video until I saw her reach for something and pour it in his bottle. I zoomed in to see what she was pouring in his bottle. My heart dropped as I watched Chasity shake up rat poison in my baby’s bottle and fed it to him.

  The video stopped, so I went back to check the other files and there were only thirty-second clips. It took me over an hour to finally put all the clips together. I watched the full video and my faced flushed with anger. That shiesty hoe had the nerve to poison my baby then frame an innocent lady for it.

  I swear on everything I loved when I finally caught up to Chasity, I was going to kill her ass. This conniving bitch fucked with the wrong crazy bitch’s child. I searched Chad’s desk for an USB drive and saved the full video to it. I started feeling sick to my stomach, so I decided to head home and contact someone to come pack up the house.

  When I got to the gate, Steven was arguing with the gatekeeper trying to get in.

  “It’s ok, Jamie, you can let him in,” I said swiping the card and pulling up in front of my house.

  I waited for Steven to pull up and park his car before opening the door. He walked in the house looking as handsome as ever in a pair of blue jeans and a button down Polo shirt. On his feet was a pair of Polo boat shoes that matched the hat he wore on his head.

  “What did I do?” he asked me closing the door behind him.

  “What do you mean?” I asked taking off my shoes then elevating my swollen feet on the couch.

  “Why haven’t you called me?” he asked taking a seat next to me and putting my legs in his lap.

  “I haven’t really been calling anyone. I just been trying to cope,” I replied with my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Steven had the magic touch and the way he was rubbing my feet was magically getting me wet.

  “I’m not just anyone. I thought we were better than that.”

  “We are, but I just lost the father of my children.”

  “I know, Cinnamon, and believe me when I tell you that I am really sorry, but you can’t do this to yourself, you’re pregnant. Just let me cook you a nice meal and if you still don’t feel like having company, then I’ll leave. Deal?”

  “Deal.”

  Steven walked in the kitchen and started on dinner while I lay back on the couch and relaxed. Chilling with Steven had been a breath of fresh air. If I ever got to the point where I was ready to move on, I would definitely do it with Steven.

  An hour or so later, Steven came back into the living room to announce dinner was ready. The table was beautifully decorated with meatloaf, mashed potatoes, cheesy broccoli, and Texas toast. The sight of everything had my mouth opened wide drooling like a Walt Wilder.

  “Everything looks so good, thank you,” I said walking to the sink to wash my hands.

  “Anything for you. Eat up, I heard that belly crying out for food,” he joked.

  “Oh, I’m about to eat, I’mma tear this food up.”

  We sat and finished our dinner followed by a slice of German chocolate cake for dessert. We were now on the couch cuddled up watching reruns of Power. It felt so right to be wrapped in somebody’s warm arms, but I was also feeling guilty. My husband was still fresh in the dirt I shouldn’t have been laying up with some man.

  “Stop over thinking things,” Steven said catching me off guard.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I could see it in your face that you’re over thinking a lot of things, don’t. Let everything flow naturally,” he said covering his lips with mine.

  We exchanged DNA as we sat on the couch making out like horny high school kids. He lifted me up wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me to my bedroom. Gently laying my body down on the bed, he got on top of me and began feverishly kissing all over my body. Images of Chad’s going away ceremony popped in my head causing me to sob.

  “Shhhh, it’s going to be ok,” Steven said getting off of me, pulling me close to his chest.

  He pulled the comforter over us and just held me as I cried.

  Chapter 25

  Rob

  Now that Chad wasn’t here with us at the moment, my workload became heavy. I w
as now doing Chad’s old job, new job, and my original job. I promoted one of my long time workers, Derico as my right hand. Carter was really feeling salty about that, but not a day went by that he didn’t remind me that he should be the one running everything. Hell, if he wasn’t with me the day Chad got killed, I would have thought he was guilty.

  On top of my heavy workload, we were now going to war with some Jamaican cats that didn’t know how to hustle on their own block. I walked into one of my secluded traps and got to work. Even though I was the boss nigga, I still liked to sit down and get my hands dirty. I was and would always be a street nigga. There was no way I was going to receive a shipment of birds and not get my hands dirty tryna flip them.

  Keep it real with your dawg no matter what (Preach)

  Same bitch that claim she love you she’ll set you up (Preach)

  I bobbed my head to Young Dolph’s Preach while cutting bricks. Listening to the words of the song made me think of that snake ass nigga Carter. I knew his bitch ass was fucking Chasity and plotting against me, but I was already five steps ahead of him. They always said keep your friends close and your enemies closer, well that what I was doing. I was giving Carter enough rope to hang himself with.

  I had so much going on right now that Honey was starting to think I was putting the streets first. I wanted to take her out for a week so we could take a little vacation, but there was no one to run things. Derico wasn’t ready to be in charge yet and Carter had been on some flugazy shit, so I was definitely not leaving him in charge. I was just ready for everything to blow over and go back to normal.

  When I finally finished with the shipment, it was two in the morning. I still had to make the drops, but I decided to do that in the morning. I was hungry, horny and sleepy, so it was time for me to go home and lay up with wifey. Locking everything up, I set the alarm and made my way home.

  The house was pitch black when I walked in. Honey was probably sleep, so I went in the kitchen to find me something to eat. There was a plate of food wrapped in saran wrap, so I tore it open and placed it in the microwave. While my food was cooking, I thought of my nigga Chad.

  I still wasn’t able to figure out who was behind pumping them bullets in him. The chick that he’d been fucking with was found near death next to him, but I didn’t know if she had anything to do with it or was she innocent. Every time I would question him about that chick, he would just say they were handling business. So I didn’t press the issue any further. At the end of the day, he was a grown man and he didn’t owe me no explanations.