by Wahida Clark
“You comin’ back later, right? Smoke and ’em gonna be here.” Rok was sitting in the corner smoking crack.
“I’ll be here,” Marvin said.
“That nigga ain’t coming back. You hear how weak he sounded?” Lo teased.
“I’ll check y’all out later.” Marvin gave them both dap and headed out the door.
“You leaving?” MiMi asked as she blocked his way.
“Yeah, my baby girl wants me to come home. I’ll catch y’all later.” He gave MiMi a hug and went out the front door.
When he pulled up into his driveway he fought the urge to take another hit. He fingered the packet in the ashtray and decided to leave it there. He got out of the car and went around back.
He entered the house through the back door. Kyra’s back was to him as she sat in the kitchen chair. Her head was back as if she was asleep.
“What up baby girl? Daddy’s home.” He stepped in front of her and his heart felt as if it had dropped to his feet.
Her eyes popped open and she smiled at him. “This is what you wanted, right?” Her eyes closed and her head rolled to the side.
“What the fuck are you doing, Kyra?” he screamed as he yanked the syringe out of her vein and untied the cloth she had tied around her arm. But her whole body started convulsing and she went limp.
“Kyra,” he screamed out, tears running down his cheeks. He picked her up and ran up the stairs into the bathroom and turned on the cold shower.
Trae was in his temporary condo. Marvin had it set up like a bachelor’s pad. It had only the bare necessities. Ever since he had been staying at the condo he hadn’t been able to sleep. He was now sitting on the couch in the dark trying to figure out what was happening with his life.
He froze when he heard a car pull up into the driveway. He glanced at his Bulgari and saw that it was ten minutes to one. His burner was on the coffee table next to him. He grabbed it and then put it down. His heart filled with glee when he heard heels click up the walkway.
“Tasha,” he mumbled. “My baby misses me.” He jumped up and went to the front door. As soon as the bell rang he opened it with a huge smile that instantly turned into a frown.
Charli pulled open the screen door and waltzed right past him. “Hello to you too.”
Trae stood there in shock. This bitch. How in the fuck do she know where I rest my head?
Her flowery perfume filled the room, which only made him angry. He wanted to smell Tasha’s perfume. “Charli, what are you doing here? It’s one in the morning.”
She gave him a smug look as she slid the shawl she had draped around her shoulders off onto the couch, revealing a skimpy blue silk strapless dress. The matching bag she set on the coffee table. “Why else would I be here at one in the morning? It was all good when I was swallowing your kids. It’s always business with you. I make you millions and you can’t even show me a little bit of appreciation.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I want to be shown a little bit of appreciation.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to fuck you, just because.” Trae came across the room in one fluid motion. “You don’t know who you fuckin’ with do you?” He had one hand planted firmly around her neck. The other one was pulling up her dress. He tossed her around and pushed her over. “This is what you want, right?” He spread her legs roughly as she tried to stand up. He pushed her back down and pulled out his dick. “Naw, this is what you wanted, right? You want to be appreciated, right? What daddy’s little girl wants to feel appreciated?”
“Ouch… wait. Not so fast,” she moaned. He was already inside of her banging against her tight walls. She was tight as hell, but Trae didn’t care, he wasn’t trying to enjoy the fuck. Maybe now she will leave me alone. He knew that was wishful thinking. This bitch got the nerve to be throwing it back at me. This was only making him madder and his dick harder. When she started coming he pulled out of her and pushed her onto the couch. He watched as her body trembled and legs shook before putting his dick back inside his sweats. Bitch.
When she had first walked in not a hair was out of place. Now it was covering her face as she slowly got up off the couch. “Why are you so angry?” she asked, out of breath.
“You got some dick. What else do you want?” He went to the front door and opened it, letting her know that it was time to go.
“I can’t believe you. Your club is going to be raided and”—she paused and got her clutch bag and pulled out a check. Trae looked it over. It was for 270,000 dollars. “Before you say anything, I know it’s short. But give me some time.”
“Short is an understatement. Bitch we talking eight million!” Trae was beginning to foam at the mouth. “Charli, don’t fuck around with my money.”
“Calm down. You aren’t the only one who came up short with this last deal. We all did.”
“Charli, eight million? You got me fucked up. I suggest you get on the phone and talk to your father or see whoever it is you gotta see and get me my fuckin’ money.”
“I am. Give me a few days.” She waltzed by him and left.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Trae, I have a meeting at four-thirty. Concita had an emergency and Marva went on her bus ride. It’s almost three, can you get here in half an hour?” Tasha pleaded as she swallowed her pride.
Trae was at Marvin’s condo that Marvin allowed him to use. It was only fifteen minutes from his house. He was on his way out to meet up with Rick to see if he could stop this raid bullshit.
“Trae, are you going to answer me?” Tasha rolled her eyes. She hated the fact that she had to call on him. But an emergency had come up only minutes ago. “Trae!” she snapped. “Are you there?”
“I’m here. It’s just that you kicked me out my house, won’t speak to me, won’t even talk to me about our situation, but now that you’re in a jam, who do you call?” He was trying to sound pissed but he was actually enjoying himself.
“C’mon Trae, these are your kids as much as they are mine.”
“Then how come I can only come by in the mornings to get them up and at night to put them to bed? Don’t be talking that yours-just-as-much-as-mine bullshit.”
“Because I will never deny you the privilege to see your kids just because we are beefing but I am angry with you and I honestly can’t stand the sight of you. Now are you coming to pick them up or what?” she snapped. “I need a babysitter.”
Trae put a smirk on his face. “What’s in it for me?”
“What do you mean what’s in it for you?” Tasha asked in disbelief. “What do you want? You want me to pay you to watch your own kids?”
“Of course not, I want forty minutes with you. That’s it.”
After several seconds, Tasha said, “Fine, Trae,” and hung up.
Trae laughed out loud, grabbed his keys and headed over to pick up his kids. They would just have to ride with him while he talked to Rick.
“Don’t do this to me, baby. No, not now,” Marvin cried as he placed Kyra’s limp body in the bathtub and turned on the cold water. “C’mon, baby girl, snap out of it,” he pleaded. He felt for her pulse and got nothing. “God, no. Please!” he screamed out. “No. No. No.” He began pumping down on her chest and giving her mouth-to-mouth. “God, why? Take me instead.” He gave up and began praying. Shortly afterwards, she started coughing and choking, and then she vomited.
“That’s it baby. Get it out. Get it all out.” He held her trembling body upward, watching her hurl. Once she finished he said, “C’mon baby. Let me get you out of this cold water.” He was filled with glee as he snatched a towel off the rack and then lifted her up. He wrapped her in the dry towel and held her tight. “Why, baby girl? Why would you do this?”
“This is what you wanted, right?” She looked up at him sounding like that innocent girl he had snatched up when she was fourteen. “I thought it was what you wanted,” she cried.
“Nooo, baby.” He squeezed her. “Hell no. You should have known better than that.”
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“Then stop it, baby. Stop it,” she sobbed.
“Okay, baby.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The following day Trae was having a staff meeting of his own. Since Charli and Rick had both put a bug in his ear that a nice amount of E and heroin was moving out of Club New York, what he really wanted to do was bust some heads. But since Rick had said he would handle it, he would settle on talking some shit.
Everyone was seated on the dance floor with confused looks on their faces. Trae was the only one standing up and it was obvious that he was livid. Stephon had never seen this side of Trae, but Marvin had. He was the only one out of the bunch who wasn’t nervous.
“I know y’all must be wondering why we are sitting here on a Tuesday morning. Well let me get straight to the point. How long have we been open, Steph? Ten or eleven months?”
“Twelve months, fourteen days,” Stephon answered.
“Twelve fuckin’ months and already we’ve been put on the radar for the place to cop some E and dope,” he spat, allowing his words to sink in as he looked around the room. Every one of these niggas was suspect to him, including Marvin and Stephon. There was a little grumbling and mumbling but Trae didn’t give a fuck. “Now check it out. I don’t have a problem with the next nigga trying to eat. Shit, I hustled just about all of my life but I’m done. I barely escaped with my life and a life sentence so I’ll be damned if I’ma let any of y’all muthafuckas pull me back in. And on top of that I ain’t gettin’ a cut? Y’all got this nigga here fucked up. So, this is what I’m gonna do. I’ma keep it gully with y’all muthafuckas. Especially since we are supposed to be on the same team. I’ma give y’all a heads-up. Don’t fuckin’ deal out of my club. Now, if we get raided and they find some shit in here, I’m looking forward to makin’ an example out of every one of you muthafuckas. Meeting dismissed.”
Trae was so mad he only wanted to get to the condo and chill out by himself. Here he was facing a possible raid at the club when he was really trying to be legit, he had just lost eight million dollars fucking around with Charli and his wife had put him out.
The first thing he did when he walked in the door was pour him a shot of Hennessy and turn on CNN. He listened as they hyped up the presidential inauguration. He watched as Barack Obama got off an airplane. He had a hell of a swagger as he came down the steps. A brother gettin’ ready to move in the White House. I would have never thought it. Didn’t they know that everything was already decided? This was America, land of the Illuminati. They controlled everything and the masses didn’t have a clue. His dad’s words rang in his ear.
Trae turned off the TV and lay in bed looking at the ceiling. All he could do was laugh at his current situation. Since he was a little guilty, he was allowing Tasha to get away with this bullshit. Yesterday her stubborn ass had called him again. This time it was to drop the kids off at the day camp. He told her it was gonna cost her another twenty minutes of her time. But her slick ass was dodging him. He hadn’t been able to get a minute with her, let alone forty. He knew she was ducking him on purpose. She was a master at that shit.
Finally, he ended up dozing off with Tasha heavily on his mind. He even had a wet dream about her and right before he busted a nut he woke up with a massive hard-on. Somewhat disappointed, he looked around realizing he wasn’t in his bedroom, and Tasha wasn’t in his bed. It only pissed him off. Here he was sleeping in another house, waking up with a hard-on, and her ass was fucking dildos. When he was at the house the other day he had seen the box sitting on her bed. When he opened it and saw what it was he threw it in the garbage and dared her to say something about it. He knew she did that shit on purpose. Just to fuck with him. But he had something for her. He was paying her a visit first thing this morning.
He got up, showered, dressed, and headed on over.
When he walked in the front door she yelled, “Twins and Caliph, your daddy is here to take you guys to your swim class.”
Damn. Trae had forgotten all about that.
“Daddy.” Caliph came running towards him, his sneakers untied. Tasha was not far behind him. She looked as if she had just gotten out of the shower. She was wrapped in a short robe and a towel was wrapped around her head. She was carrying a saucer of sliced cucumbers and a glass of white wine. She was barefoot. Trae bent down to tie Caliph’s sneaker and when Tasha came by he grabbed her wrist. Caliph ran back out of the room.
She looked down at him and then at his hand on her wrist and frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He stood up and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You owe me forty minutes, remember?”
She felt his dick immediately stand at attention. But she couldn’t do anything with a saucer of cucumbers in one hand and the glass of wine in the other. “I remember, but you can’t get them now. I’m getting ready to give myself a facial and sit in some steam,” she said haughtily.
“Too bad. You always got an excuse. I don’t give you excuses for when you need me to pick up the boys, now do I?”
“They’re your boys.”
“You owe me forty minutes, Tasha. And I want them now.”
“C’mon, Trae. What about later? I got the house all to myself, I would like to relax.”
“You can relax after I get my time.” He led her over to the sofa. “We’re going to sit right over here and I’ma get my forty minutes. Then you can do whatever it is you gotta do.”
“The boys, Trae. Their class, remember?” She smirked.
“Nice try, Tasha. But we got time. They’re out back with Auntie.”
Tasha sucked her teeth. “Okay, okay, let me set this stuff down.” When she bent over to set the dishes on the glass table, Trae rubbed his dick all on her ass. “You can let me go now. You have my attention.” He turned her loose and she flopped down, crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest. She made no attempt to hide her nasty attitude.
“You can pout all you want. I’m getting my forty minutes.” He sat on the glass coffee table in front of her, straddling her legs.
They sat there looking at each other. Trae had on a wife-beater, shorts and a pair of tan Gucci sandals. His bald head was shining and he smelled fresh and clean.
“Okay, talk,” Tasha snapped in an attempt to get her mind off of how good he looked and smelled, and how much she actually missed him.
“Talk?” He slid his hands up her thighs. When he got to her ass he pulled her up close to the edge of the sofa, catching her by surprise.
“Trae, what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m getting my forty minutes, that’s what I’m doing.” He leaned over and began kissing her softly on the neck.
“Trae, we are supposed to be talking.” She tried to push him away.
“Talk? I never said anything about talking. I said forty minutes of your time, right?” She didn’t respond. “Right?”
“You think you are so slick. You didn’t have to say talk. But that’s what I took it to mean, Trae.”
“A deal is a deal, Tasha. You owe me forty minutes.”
“It’s thirty-five now.”
“Aiight. Thirty-five then.” He gently uncrossed her legs. “This morning I had a dream that I was all up in this pussy. My dick was so hard it woke me up, hard just like it is now.” He took her hand and placed it on his dick, rubbing it up and down.
“Thirty minutes,” Tasha snapped, mad this joint was feeling good.
“Five minutes didn’t pass that quick.” He untied her robe and saw that she had on only panties. He gazed at her nipples and then began to play with one and suck on the other.
“Trae, no. This is not right,” Tasha’s voice squeaked.
“Oh, it’s right. Thirty minutes, remember?” He skillfully lifted her up, slid off her panties and eased her back down. He spread her legs a little wider and began massaging her pussy.
“Trae, no, the kids.” Tasha was shaking her head and trying to move his hand.
> “They’re out back.”
“But I said no, Trae.”
“No what? Thirty minutes.” He stood her up and began eating her pussy.
She half tried to push him away. “No, Trae. I’m supposed to be mad at you. Oh, God, don’t make me feel good, baby.” His tongue was causing tingles to shoot from her head down to her toes.
“Why not? This is still my pussy.”
She looked down at him and his face was all into her pussy. She wondered how he could talk and eat her at the same time. She grabbed onto his head as her knees began to buckle. He always made her come so quick when he went down on her and she tried to fight it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
“Mommy, Mommy.”
They heard the kids running towards the living room. Trae sat Tasha down and closed her robe. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. He wiped them away as she wiped her juices from around his mouth.
“I told you the kids, Trae.”
Aisha made it to them first. The twins and Caliph were on her tracks. “Aunt Marva said we ready,” she announced.
“Do you live here now?” Trae asked her.
“No,” she giggled. “I spent the night.”
“Daddy, we ready,” Kareem said.
“Daddy is talking to Mommy. Aisha, tell Auntie and Concita I need them to take y’all.”
“Okay,” Aisha said. “C’mon y’all, and don’t run.” Aisha led the troops back out and had the nerve to be running. They all took off behind her.
Trae looked at Tasha, leaned in and began to kiss her. She was trying to break away from him.
“A deal is a deal,” he reminded her.
She didn’t say anything and kept giving him her cheek to kiss. “Ten minutes,” she said.
“Nah, it’s more than that. You not gonna give me a kiss?” She shook her head. “Aiight then.” He slid his dick out of his shorts and pulled her up to the edge of the sofa. Then he lifted her up into his lap.
