The Wrath of a Side Chick: A Chicago Hood Drama (Side Chick's Wrath Book 1)

by Tamicka Higgins

  Nikki made the puppy eyes that any woman makes when she wants to get something out of a man. She dropped to her knees and grabbed Breon’s big, soft dick. She looked at it, holding it with her full hand as if it were a piece of meat. She then leaned forward and gently kissed it, hearing Breon sigh up above.

  “You like that dick, don’t you?” Breon asked, looking down at the top of Nikki’s head. “You like that dick, don’t you?”

  Nikki looked up and nodded as she kissed the shaft. She then lifted his manhood up and gently licked his balls, which were big and hanging low. “Hmm, hmm,” she mumbled. “I like this dick a lot.”

  Nikki, only wanting to spend as much time with Breon as she could, took his soft manhood back into her mouth.

  “Naw, naw,” Breon said, shaking his head. “I told you I gotta go.”

  “Okay,” Nikki said. “I know you told me that you gotta go. So, what’s stopping you? You can leave anytime you want. Ain’t nobody try’na keep you here against your will.”

  Breon was frozen in place as Nikki slurped on his dick once more. Just like the first time in his SUV and the second time out in the living room, Nikki sucked on his manhood as if she were literally in love with it. Soon enough, he found himself getting hard again, his long, impressive endowment extending out and away from his body. Breon rubbed the top of Nikki’s head. “Fuck,” he said, enjoying the head again. “You can really suck a nigga’s dick like no other.”

  Nikki smirked as she looked up into Breon’s eyes, feeling his hard erection throbbing in her mouth. She then looked back down at his pubic hair and focused on the task at hand. Slowly but surely, she forced her way all the way down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls slapped against her chin. Once again, Breon looked up at the ceiling as he gripped the dome of Nikki’s head. Curse words slipped out of his mouth as he leaned back slightly and allowed her to enjoy herself, doing what she loved and did best.

  CHAPTER 9

  When Breon got home on Sunday evening, he’d only had a couple of minutes to himself before Trina walked through the door. Dressed in her church clothes, she came in with a smile on her face. She quickly kissed Breon, saying hello then hugging him. She looked him up and down and saw that he looked a little tired.

  “Wassup, Baby?” Trina asked. “What’s goin’ on with you?”

  “What you mean what’s goin’ on with me?” Breon asked, sitting back down onto the couch.

  “I mean,” Trina said, looking at him again. “You just look a little drained is all, that’s all I was sayin’.”

  “I’m just a little tired, I guess,” Breon said, avoiding eye contact. He leaned his head against the back of the couch. “I told you I was out and about today.”

  “Yeah, I remember,” Trina said, smiling. She walked into the kitchen. “Did you eat while you was out or what?”

  “Naw,” Breon said. “I thought about stopping to get something to eat, but I just wanted to come home.”

  “Oh,” Trina said. “How long you been home? I mean, when did you get in?”

  “I don’t know,” Breon answered. “I probably walked through the door like ten or fifteen minutes ago, if that.”

  “Oh, damn,” Trina said. “So you really, really just got home?”

  “Yeah, basically,” Breon said. “I just took my shoes off.”

  “Well, where all did you go?” Trina asked. “I mean, I remember you said that you was leavin’ your daddy’s house over in Gary then goin’ to meet up with Jerome and stuff. Did he talk your ear off like he always be doing?”

  Breon realized that he needed to come up with some plausible places to be to explain not only why he was tired but also why he’d just gotten home. “Well, yeah, like you just said, I went to see my daddy over in Gary,” Breon explained. “I then went to the store and there was a fuckin’ line there like I couldn’t fuckin’ believe and shit. A nigga still just decided to wait and stuff rather than try to go somewhere else. Shit, I ain’t even know another store to go to.”

  “What store is you talkin’ about?” Trina asked. “I mean, it couldn’t have been that crowded like that.”

  “Well, I was try’na buy cleaning stuff, like you said we needed,” Breon said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “So I went to this Family Dollar that’s basically, you know, right when you cross the state line and come back into Illinois. I ain’t wanna stop at no Family Dollar over in Gary.”

  “I bet you didn’t,” Trina said, noticing the yellow and black bag on the floor by the door. “So, what else you do today?”

  “Well, I was over at my daddy’s house for like an hour,” Breon said. “You know how he gets when he get up and start drinkin’ in the morning and stuff. Wanna talk your ear off. Then, after the store, I went over to Jerome’s house. He had a little company over there, so we chopped it up for a bit before I finally had to get up and leave. You know how he is, being Mister Social and shit. When too many niggas started to come up in there, I knew that I had to get up and leave, so I did. I was probably over there for like a hour and a half and we smoked. I then went and saw my mama.” Breon liked that he thought of that quickly, knowing that a man going to see his mother won every time.

  “Oh, yeah?” Trina said. “You know I love your mama. How is she doing anyway? I been meaning to get over there and see how she’s doing and stuff, maybe I’ll do that soon.”

  “You know,” Breon said. “Same ole, same ole. She over there talkin’ bout my daddy.”

  “And your daddy was talkin about her?” Trina asked, knowing Breon’s family so well. “I already know.”

  “Yup,” Breon said, chuckling. “You already know. She was over there talkin’ about this and that, and he was talkin’ about how crazy she used to act, and how women are. The same ole shit.”

  “You don’t think women act crazy, do you, Breon?” Trina asked. She leaned out of the kitchen and smiled.

  “No,” Breon said, smiling back. “Of course, I don’t. That’s not how I think women act.”

  “Well, how do you think women act then, Breon, huh?” Trina asked, lightening her voice a bit. “Tell me… How do you think women act?”

  “I mean,” Breon said, realizing that he needed to come up with the perfect answer. “I think you all act like pretty little angels. Just a pleasure to be around.”

  “Hmm, interesting,” Trina said, walking back into the kitchen. “That was a good answer you came up with.”

  Breon leaned back once more, now feeling a little irritated. He loved spending a little quality time with his woman. However, after the day he’d had, and how Nikki had drained him of all his energy, among other things, he just wanted to sit and be quiet. Yes, he could feel the hunger building in his stomach, but he just wanted some peace and quiet at this point. He wished that Trina would have stayed out with her family.

  “Hmm, hmm,” Breon said, forcing a smile. “So, tell me about the drama queens. What’s new with them and all the shit they keep going?”

  Trina looked back out from the kitchen. “Be nice, Breon,” she said. “You know them are my sisters.”

  “Oh, I know,” Breon said. “I am well aware of that.”

  “Yeah, well, anyway, before I get into the details and stuff, you want me to make you a plate real quick so you can eat?” Trina asked. “We got this pasta salad in here from the other day. Then we got these bake beans that I brought home from mama’s house when I went over there on Friday, during the day.”

  “Sure,” Breon said. “I’ll take it. A nigga is over here gettin’ kinda hungry. Thank you.”

  Trina made up the plate for Breon as she went over the events of the day. “Well,” she said. “Like I told you earlier, we went to church and stuff with Mama. You know how she love it when her three daughters go to church with her. Monique showed up in this tight dress that looked like it was about to come apart. Hell, if she made the wrong move, her chest could have totally fallen out of the top of the dress right there in the front o
f congregation.”

  “She ain’t still got that shit on her head?” Breon asked. “That blonde crap.”

  “Don’t say it like that,” Trina said. “But yes, she does. She got it redone now, though, so there’s like a little bit of red mixed in it.”

  Breon chuckled and shook his head. “When is she gonna stop be so ratchet?” he asked.

  “It’s funny you should ask that,” Trina said, snickering, as she came out into the living room with Breon’s plate. She handed it to him. “Because Tamar was saying the same thing.”

  “Ha,” Breon said. “She got her nerve trying to talk about somebody.”

  Trina playfully slapped Breon’s shoulder and told him to stop talking about her older sister. “Breon, be nice,” she said.

  “Shit,” Breon said. “I am being nice. I’m always nice. I’m just a nice guy.”

  “Hmm, hmm,” Trina said, rolling her eyes. “So, anyway, like I was sayin’. We went to church and Monique was wearing this dress that was so damn tight that I know everybody in the building had to be looking at her and thinking Girl, what the fuck are you wearing. Then Tamar was trying her hardest to be up in the minister’s face. She wants to be important so bad that now she’s traded in the street guy for the guy at the pulpit.”

  “Well,” Breon said. “I can’t say that I’m surprised.”

  “Yeah, I can’t either,” Trina said. “So, after church, we went back to Mama’s house for a minute. Mama, at first, was talkin’ about how she was gon’ cook something for all of us to eat. But then she got to thinking about it and lookin’ at what she had in the cabinets and stuff and decided against it. So, we wound up going out to eat at Red Lobster.”

  “Well, ain’t that interesting,” Breon said as he ate his food.

  “Why you say that, Breon?” Trina asked. “Why you say it’s interesting?”

  “‘Cause,” Breon said. “I would think that a place like Red Lobster would be a little too low for somebody like your sister Tamar, but maybe I’m wrong.”

  “Well,” Trina said. “She paid for everybody, so I can’t complain.”

  Breon nearly choked on his food. “Well,” he said. “That definitely explains it then. When she’s paying, y’all can go as low as you want.”

  “Why do you hate my sister Tamar?” Trina asked. “Why do you hate her so much?”

  Breon continued laughing. “Who said that I hate her?” he asked. “I mean, I was just stating the facts. You know how I feel about that chick. She always come over here lookin’ down on people and stuff. What’s goin’ on with her and her nigga?”

  Trina rolled her eyes and sighed. “Shit, nothin’ now,” she said. “And you know she brought it up when we was out to dinner. She went over the whole story just so she could get Mama caught up to speed on everything. Mama, of course, being the drama queen that she is, was telling Tamar that she needed to do this and she needed to do that and all that. You know how she can be. But yeah, so she put Kenny’s ass out and told him to never come back and that she never wants to see him again in life.”

  Breon laughed. “She probably did him a favor and stuff,” he said. “Poor guy.”

  “What you mean poor guy?” Trina asked. “He was the one caught getting head from some thot that work out at the Walmart and stuff.”

  “I was just playin’, Trina,” Breon said. “Damn.”

  While Breon and Trina continued to talk, Trina wondered how much Breon was thinking about proposing to her. She’d looked around the apartment a bit when he wasn’t home, trying to see where he’d stashed the ring, trying to see if he’d even gone and gotten a ring at all like Monique had said. However, she was going to sit back and let the chips fall where they may.

  When Breon finished eating, he got up and put his plate into the kitchen sink. He then walked out, looking a little sluggish, and headed to the bathroom. “I’mma take a shower real quick,” he said. “Wait a minute.”

  Trina looked with contempt in her eyes as she watched Breon go down the bedroom hallway. She found it quite strange that he was taking a shower, especially at this hour. It wasn’t strange that he was taking a second shower for the day, but rather that he was doing it so early. And he was taking it when he’d just gotten home. Trina, a little confused, got up and went to the bedroom to change out of her church clothes.

  Breon undressed and stepped into the shower after making sure that he had his towel in the bathroom with him. He still couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed getting up in Nikki’s pussy. Her clapping ass popped into his mind, causing him to nearly get hard again. He thought about how well she performed oral sex, and how she used it to make it nearly impossible for him to leave.

  As he stood in the shower, the feelings of guilt came over him. He loved Trina so much, but now he was thinking more and more about whether or not he was going to go back and see Nikki. Everything in his soul was telling him to go back. After all, he wasn’t going to catch feelings for the chick; he was sure of that. In his mind, she was just something to fuck and she seemed to be perfectly okay with that. Like any other chick that Breon had messed around with, she was mesmerized with his manhood and was willing to do anything to get it.

  When Breon got out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his body and walked out into the hallway and headed for the bedroom. There, he sat on the edge of the bed as he dried off. Trina looked at him, still wondering what was up. She’d known this man for the better part of a few years at this point and she knew when something was up with him. At times, it was indeed hard to get to Breon’s feelings. Like any man, he hid his feelings to the point where she had to chisel away to get him to open up.

  Trina quickly jumped up onto her knees on the bed and made her way over to Breon’s back. While putting her hands onto his shoulders and rubbing them, she spoke softly. “What’s wrong, Breon?” she asked. “How can you be so tired already? It ain’t even eight o’clock yet.”

  “I don’t know,” Breon said. “Maybe I just need a nap or something. I don’t know why I’m so tired.” He finished drying off and threw the towel to the side. “A nigga just feel drained.”

  “Oh, okay,” Trina said, pulling her hands away from Breon’s shoulders. “Well, I’ll just let you take a nap and stuff. Maybe when you get up, we can, you know?”

  Breon smiled, leaning over to kiss Trina before he landed in the pillow and yawned. “Yeah,” he said. “We’ll see.” With how he was feeling, he just wasn’t sure.

  Trina got up and headed out of the bedroom as it was very clear that Breon was well on his way to sleep. When she got to the doorway, she pulled the door closed as she looked at Breon’s naked body sprawled across the bed.

  Trina went out to the living room and turned on the television. Feeling a bit lonely, she tried to shake off the suspicious thoughts that were racing through her mind. As she watched the television, she slowly became lost in a rerun of BET’s The Game. However, the thought that Breon had something going on, especially after what she’d seen Tamar go through on Friday night, was too hard to ignore. Trina glanced down the hall then at Breon’s coat, where his phone probably was, and something told her to have a quick look. With barely any thought, she decided to do something she’d never done—open Breon’s phone and have a look. If there was nothing there, then that would be great and she’d go back to being the happy girlfriend, and possibly future fiancée, that she’d been before today. If she did find something, or if something was going on, she would rather know now then to find out later.

  Trina jumped off of the couch and rushed over to Breon’s coat. She fished his phone out of the pocket then checked the bedroom. Just as she’d thought, Breon was knocked out, snoring loudly as if he hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. Trina went back to the living room couch. There, she opened Breon’s phone and looked at his text messages and call log. Just about everything looked okay, except the fact that he’d talked to his Aunt Silvia today, based on the call log.

  “That’s strange,” Trina
said, imagining Silvia’s Cecily Tyson-like face in her mind. She liked Breon’s Aunt Silvia, having met the woman a handful of times over the years, at family functions. While it wasn’t strange that Breon would have his aunt’s number because he was certainly family oriented, it was indeed strange that he’d be having a phone conversation with her. “What would the two of them have to talk about?” Trina asked, out loud.

  As Trina wondered about that, Breon’s phone’s screen went dark. A couple of seconds passed and it vibrated. Upon opening the phone again and going back into the text messages, she saw that it was a text message from Breon’s boy Wayne. She opened it: Man, them niggas still talkin’ about that fight with Nikki and Renee, especially Jayron. First time in some years the nigga get to see some titties lol. You heard from her since or what?

  Immediately, Trina’s squinted and her forehead wrinkled. “What the fuck?” she said. She looked up and toward the bedroom hallway. “Breon ain’t mention no fight to me or nothin’ like that.” Trina then wondered who exactly was the “her” that Wayne wanted to know if Breon had heard from? Who is Nikki and Renee and why would Breon be hearing from either one of them?

  Chapter 10

  Without planning to do so, Nikki had fallen asleep on Sunday afternoon. She’d gone down on Breon for a good ten minutes before he finally built up the strength to gently push her head away and finish getting ready to leave. After he’d left, Nikki climbed back into the bed. Next thing she knew, she was waking up two hours later to a setting sun outside. She yawned and stretched as she rolled over. Her thighs pressing together, she could feel her insides. They were sore and practically numb.

  “Shit,” Nikki said. She slid her arm under the cover and massaged her private parts gently with her hand. While there was some pain, it was definitely the good kind of pain. She smiled as she reminisced over how good and deep Breon’s long strokes had been. She felt as if she’d really hit the jackpot. Not only was he good looking with a little bit of money, as she could see with his SUV, but he also had a nice body and a big dick—a big dick that he knew how to use very well.