King of The Hood 3

by Kendra Sumter

  “I don’t give a good got damn bout being clean. Yo ass tryn’ to have my ass smelling like a whole female,” I argued.

  She smirked, while steadily washing me like I ain’t said shit. Just like that, it hit my ass what she’s really doing.

  “Yo territorial ass. Banks and Stone don’t want my ass. Neesha fa’ damn sho’ don’t want me. I ain’t gon’ be around no damn females. I ain’t no bitch nigga, you my woman, I won’t hurt you. It takes too much fuckin’ energy to cheat. That’s some disrespectful shit,” I called her out, causing her to drop her head.

  Taking my index finger, I lifted her head, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

  “You trust me, don’t you?” I questioned, seriously.

  “Yes. I’m, I’m just scared,” she answered, softly.

  “Of what?” I pushed.

  “Of not being enough for you. Of some female who isn’t a reformed gold digger, catching your attention. Of the feelings I got for you, feelings I’ve never allowed myself to feel before,” she expressed.

  Pulling her to me, she’s so vulnerable, it’s crazy. She has told me about her self loathing, along with her low self-esteem problems. How there’s only a few people who knows what she shows the world is a façade. I already knew all of that. Her ways were her defense mechanism to keep people away. That’s the main reason she never got close to a man.

  “Believe me when I tell you, you are worth it. I won’t hurt you. Just keep it one hunnid wit my ass. There’s nothin’ I won’t do foe yo ass. I will build you up, help you to become the strong woman that I know you are. Never hold yo head down. Whenever yo ass is feeling some type of way, let me know. I’ll release all thoughts from yo mind. Aiight?”

  My words were met by sniffles. Moving her from the flow of the sprayer, I grabbed her loofah thing, and began washing her body, as she cried quietly. She’s a broken queen. I’mma fix her though. She’s showed me she doesn’t love what she was. Finishing up, washing us both, turning the shower off, I helped her out, then wrapped a towel round her body. I did the same to myself. Moving her to the sink, I positioned myself behind her.

  “Look up,” I urged.

  She shook her head slowly.

  “Look up, Kimmy,” I ordered, sternly.

  She did. Looking into her swollen eyes through the mirror.

  “You are strong;

  You are beautiful.

  Your ways were wrong;

  But now you’re singing a new song.

  Our pasts are to teach us, so in our present we grow, that way we have a better future because of the things we know.

  You have learn a lesson,

  Now we are in a new session.

  You have the chance to be what you wasn’t.

  Don’t let what you was cause you to fall.

  Renew, revive, accept so you are better, hold yo head up and stand tall.

  Your beauty and strength is mo’ than skin deep.

  You are growing, Kimmy, I see it, and I’m grateful.

  I’m here for you always.”

  My words came out in a poem of sorts, not on purpose. They did the job though, as a beautiful smile sprung forth on her pouty lips.

  “Thank you, I was just thinking I don’t deserve you. But I do deserve you,” she expressed, sounding stronger.

  “Damn right,” I boasted.

  We stared at each other foe a few more beats, before getting back to getting ourselves together. We are going to be good, I thought, eyeing her.

  Two hours later……

  “Whaddup, Gramps? How you feeling? Yo ass looking better, and better,” I greeted, upon walking into the main house living room.

  “I’m damn good, young blood. Introduce me to yo lady, wit’cho rude ass,” he stated, in way of greeting, causing Kimmy to giggle.

  “Aiight, Gramps, my bad. Why you acting like you ain’t never met her before? This beautiful being is Kimmy, Kimmy, Gramps, or Big Lou, whichever one yo sweet ass is comfortable wit. He’s a big ass flirt, so watch that shit,” I introduced.

  THAWACK!

  “Oooaaawww, fuck,” I hissed, limping away from his ass.

  He eyed me for a few beats as I rubbed my leg. Cock strong negro. I keep forgetting bout that damn stick.

  “It’s my pleasure, beautiful. You are truly a vision of loveliness. I know I graced your presence before, but at that time, I didn’t have the pleasure of really talking to you. Call me Big Lou. Let me know if Racks gets to actin’ up. I’ll put’em in line foe you. Okay?” He spoke, while holding Kimmy’s hand, then kissing the back of it.

  She blushed, while looking all dreamy eyes. Shaking my head at his old ass.

  “I may have to take you up on that, Big Lou. It’s nice meeting you. You are even more handsome than I first noticed. Preshus said you were handsome, in the hospital I saw it then, but now you are the truth,” Kimmy cooed.

  “Damn, beautiful, where you get that voice from? I can listen to you talk all damn day. Go head, before I’m forced to take yo sweet ass from Racks,” he flirted, with a wink.

  “You are too much, Big Lou. Do you mind?”

  She motioned to his cheek.

  “No, beautiful, get you some of this sweetness,” he urged.

  She leaned forward, planting a kiss on his cheek.

  “She got me all tingly,” he guffawed.

  She giggled, standing upright. He released her hand. But didn’t remove his eyes from her body. My ass felt out of place. The fuck is it bout this old negro?

  “Racks, boy, yo ass just getting here?” Banks bellowed, coming from the kitchen.

  “Nawww, Gramps in here tryin’ to make Kimmy his concubine,” I relayed, slapping hands wit’em.

  “Yo ass should’ve hid’er in the back, then come speak. His ass got Neesha lookin’ at my ass funny,” he noted, cutting his eyes at Gramps.

  “Don’t be hating, lil’ niggas. Step yo game up,” Gramps boasted, while smoothing his dreads.

  “Whaddup, Racks, Bambi? Come on, let’s do this shit. I done told y’all bout Gramps,” Stone belted, while walking down the stairs.

  “Stone, yo ass know that’s, that bullshit. I got cha ass. Soon as Stallion wakes her violent ass up,” I spat, causing is odd ass to mean mug me.

  “Bambi, that’s a very fitting name, beautiful,” Gramps added, causing Kimmy to blush.

  I ain’t even acknowledging that shit.

  “Stone, wha’cha doing coming from upstairs?” Kimmy inquired, while walking over to me.

  “He had to bribe Lil’ D to keep’em from kicking his ass,” Banks answered, causing Kimmy to snicker.

  “Fuck yo slaw ass, let’s go,” Stone spat, walking through the living room.

  Chuckling, we followed his angry, disgruntled ass, out the main house. Gramps house sits on bout ten acres of land. The shit is nice, with two guest houses on the back of the property, along with a structure that resembles a damn convenience store. Inside, it it’s a damn torture chamber.

  “Damn, why yo ass got all these unsavory creatures in here?” I taunted, walking up in the building.

  “Aiight, great white hope, we see you. Damn, she fine. The fuck she doing wit yo aggy ass?” Dawg blurted out, causing some of the guys to chuckle.

  “Don’t die, lil’ nigga. I’ll neuter yo lil’ ass,” I spat.

  “Such violence, I’mma leave yo short tempered ass alone. I needs my shit. Yo ass trying to rid the world of my heirs, that’s some selfish shit,” he retorted, once again, causing some of the guys to laugh.

  “Hey, Neesha, how you doing?” Kimmy spoke.

  “I’m good, just want my baby back. You’re looking well….” She greeted, while letting the sentence die with a smirk on her lips.

  “No different than you, lil’ mama,” Kimmy clapped back, causing Neesha to holler.

  “If y’all are through, let’s do this shit. Dawg, Demon, Spazz, Loco, take the gray van. We’ll be in the black one. Y’all follow, we hitting all entry points. Don’t kill no fuckin’ body.
Shoot to wound, not kill. I got some aggression to work out.

  Neesha, Kimmy, y’all just tagging along to get Seaqual. Listen, don’t bring y’all wanna be asses in the house, until you hear Banks do that fucked up whistle shit,” Stone ordered, staring at everyone.

  No one moved, the girls just stared at Stone.

  “What?! Load the fuck up! I ain’t the fuckin’ coming attraction,” he snapped.

  The guys stood grumbling and chuckling, at his temperamental ass. Neesha and Kimmy still didn’t move. Banks and I began shaking our heads.

  “The fuck is wrong wit y’all asses?” He barked, eyeing them.

  Both of’em smacked their teeth, while staring at his ass like they want to drop kick his ass.

  “I can’t wait until Preshus wakes up. Yo ass gonna get it. Talkin’ to us like yo ass ain’t got no sense,” Neesha spat.

  Kimmy nodded in agreement.

  Stone changed his stance at her words.

  “Yo ass say that shit like I’m posed to be scared of Stallion. Ain’t no fear in my fuckin’ heart. Tell’er what the fuck yo ass wants,” he clapped back.

  The girls just stared at him. I did too. I’m tryin to see what the hell they see.

  “They hell they doing?” Banks questioned.

  I just shrugged, without shifting my eyes. That’s when I saw what they saw. His eyes softened, as his lips twitched.

  “We know you love and miss her. She’ll be back wit us soon,” Kimmy cooed, softly.

  He nodded, then took a step towards the door.

  “I’m still telling,” Neesha taunted, causing his steps to falter.

  “Nigga scurred of his woman. Damn shame, Stone,” Banks taunted, chuckling.

  “Umm, I haven’t forgotten yo words, Mr. Banks. I’m telling on yo ass too,” Neesha added, causing his eyes to widen.

  “Neeshaaaaaa, baby girl, sweet cheeks, I thought we were past that? You had said what Preshus don’t know, will keep me from receiving bodily harm. How you gonna go back on yo word?” He pleaded, causing her and Kimmy to holler.

  “Man the fuck up, Banks,” Stone teased.

  “Fuck you, aiight? Yo ass know something ain’t right wit Preshus, I ain’t fuckin’ wit her ass,” Banks barked.

  “Un huh,” was all Stone said, while walking out the door.

  We followed behind him. Banks walked up to Neesha, hugging her from behind, while whispering something that caused her to giggle and wiggle outta his embrace.

  “Are you okay, Conrad?” Kimmy whispered to me.

  “Yeah, Bambi. Are you good? I know yo ass ain’t used to all this shit,” I relayed, pulling her to me.

  “Racks, I know I’m nothing like Neesha and Preshus, but I ain’t soft neither. I know some shit. I own a gun. Never used it, but I know how. I know how to cut a bitch too,” she sassed, while eyeing my ass.

  I chuckled slightly at her wanna be hard ass. Kimmy couldn’t bust a grape, I thought.

  “Aiight, Rambo, you got that. Just be careful. Listen to the call. I couldn’t handle shit happening to yo lovely ass,” I let her know.

  “Okay, I will,” she agreed, smiling brightly.

  Placing a quick kiss on her soft lips, we moved to the van, loading up. Getting my mind right, I settled in my seat, with her right beside me. I can really get used to her always being by my side.

  Banks

  “Aye, Smooth, North Augusta, 1414 South Street,” I called out, once Racks and Kimmy climbed in the van.

  “Them some dumb summabitches. I ain’t got my hands dirty in a minute. This seem like the perfect time tho,” he spat.

  “Damn, he’s pissed or what? He doesn’t look crazy,” Neesha blurted out.

  “Shiidd, looks can be deceiving. He’s Gramps road dawg, and Stone’s goddaddy, that alone deems his ass as off,” I stated.

  “Shut the fuck up, Banks. The fuck that say bout yo ass?” Smooth clapped back.

  “It don’t say shit bout my ass. You met my mama,” I stated, causing them to laugh.

  “Yes, I have. She’s an amazing woman,” he retorted, causing me to sit up straighter.

  “Aww, shit,” Racks whistled out.

  “The hell that mean, Smooth? Is there something you wanna tell me? I know yo senior citizen ass ain’t mackin’ on my mama,” I ventured.

  He looked through the rearview mirror, hitting me with a smirk.

  “I’mma have to talk to my mama. Yo ass trippin. Mama trippin too,” I complained, sulking into my seat.

  “Monti, yah mama is a very beautiful woman. I know you don’t think there haven’t been men sniffing round her,” Neesha added.

  THUMP!

  “You jackass!” She yelled, from the floor.

  I pushed her ass down on that bitch, talking to me crazy. Racks hollered, while Kimmy mean mugged me, like I give a damn.

  “I got yo ass,” Neesha hissed, after getting up from the floor.

  I waved her ass off.

  “Aiight, y’all, get y’all mind right. We pulling up now. Neesha, Kimmy, remember what the hell I said, wait foe that fucked up whistle shit Banks’ off ass does,” Stone reiterated.

  “Stone, I’mma let that bass in yo throat slide, but watch that shit. I remembered something bout that Turtle nigga. At first, when I heard his name, I couldn’t remember where I heard it from. The mo’ I thought about it, it finally clicked,” she paused, as Stone stared at her.

  She licked her lips before taking a deep breath.

  “He assaulted Preshus, while trying to rape her while she worked at ‘Topless’ during her college years. She sliced him wit the blade she carries under her tongue. Then beat his ass wit her stiletto shoe. Also, he’s Lester’s cousin,” she finished.

  “Oh, this some revenge shit? He was coming fa’ Stallion regardless. Muthafucka. Thanks, Neesha,” he ground out.

  She just nodded. Leaning into her, I squeezed her cheeks, she slapped my hands.

  “The hell is wrong witchu?” She snapped.

  “Just makin’ sho’ yo ass ain’t carryin’,” I stated, truthfully.

  She eyed me like she’s wishing she was carrying. She’ll do some things to my ass.

  “I’ve never been brave enough to carry a blade in my mouth…. All the time. Although Preshus has taught me how,” she let me know.

  Shaking my head, while thinking I need to find a church home.

  From the moment we left Stone’s townhouse, Neesha hasn’t really said much. I didn’t force her to talk, I just let her be. I knew whenever she was ready, she would talk. After riding me like a bull, causing my ass to bust a nut that almost sent my ass into cardiac arrest, she rested her head on my chest. She played with my chest hairs, then in the softest voice.

  “I don’t want Ocean to die. I want her to suffer. I want her to be able to sit back and think about all the dirt and shit she has done to people. Ocean hasn’t just hurt me and Seaqual. She’s been apart of putting a few girls in the hospital. One girl took her life, due to Ocean bullying her so damn bad. All of the shit she did was over some nigga.

  She has set up some dudes. One dude was murdered, while the other one is doing life in prison foe the crime. She fucked one of her teachers when she was a freshman in high school, not even for a passing grade in his class, just to say she did. Then, when she found out that he was married, she let it be known he fucked her. He was fired, then arrested fa’ statutory rape. She’s so fuckin’ evil. I just feel like death may be to good fa’ her. I know you got some pull in a lil’ bit of everything,” she expressed, letting her sentence die.

  I didn’t respond, I just squeezed her to me. I’ll give her whatever she wants, even if I don’t agree wit it.

  “Ooooaaawwww! Fuck! The hell yo ass pinching me foe?” I hissed, grabbing my nipple.

  She shrugged before,

  “I just needed to get yah attention,” she answered, like that shit made sense.

  “And you couldn’t call my damn name? Yo ass must be part lobster. My got damn nipple thumping,”
I spat, still rubbing the spot she pinched.

  “I wanted to know if yah ass was okay,” she sassed.

  “Fuck yeah, I was,” I spat.

  “And you’re not anymore?” She inquired.

  “Hell nawl,” I snapped.

  I wanted to suck my own nipple, that’s how bad the bitch is hurting.

  “Good to know. Get yo mind right tho. We here,” she stated, smartly, while eyeing my ass.

  “I got yo ass later. Remember this shit, don’t get no fuckin’ amnesia when it’s time to answer foe yo fuckin’ crimes,” I growled in her ear.

  She shuddered slightly. I likes that shit. I’ve figured out I do love her lil’ mean, unstable ass. She’s my future.

  “Aiight, let’s go,” Stone called out.

  Racks and I climbed out. Smooth pulled slowly down the road. The van with Dem Boyz in it, pulled around the back of the house. They climbed out as we met them.

  “Aiight, they ain’t got no alarms on the bitch. Spazz, Loco, get the side windows, those the bedrooms. Demon, Dawg, y’all come through the back. Racks, watch the front as Banks and I go in,” Stone explained.

  No one said anything, we just moved. These fuckers are beyond dumb.

  “How the fuck yo ass takin’ over some shit, sleep?” I questioned, as Racks opened the front door.

  Guns drawn, we walked in. The first thing my eyes landed on was a wide awake Seaqual.

  “Took y’all long enough,” he whispered, while shaking the rope a loose from round his body.

  Chuckling lowly.

  “They weak and dumb. Shark tied me up, but couldn’t make a knot,” he added, walking towards us.

  The street light hit his face through the window.

  “Fuck,” I hissed.

  “What?” He questioned.

  “Nothin’, Neesha in the van,” I rushed out, while moving him out the door.

  Walking down the stairs, I said a silent prayer as I whistled. A few beats later, the van door open, Neesha and Kimmy popped out. My dick bricked up at the sight of Neesha with a gun.

  She grabbed Seaqual quick, damn near lifting his ass off the ground.

  “I love you so damn much, Bubba. Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Are you hungry? Tired?” She fired off, without releasing him.