When A Hood Legend Claims It All 3

by Belleza

  “Everything happens for a reason,” I sighed.

  It was a good thing I didn’t feel bad for her being gone because if she wasn’t her blood would’ve probably been on my hands. They said what goes around comes right back around and Karma proved that she was a bitch that came quick.

  ***

  Mar didn’t respond to my text messages or returned my phone calls which had me sick to my stomach. Imagine the relief I felt when he finally walked into his house. Sitting on the couch with a throw blanket over my legs I placed my kindle down beside me and inspected his body from where he stood by the door.

  “I’m glad you’re home. I almost thought you were locked up.”

  “Why? Because your people’s dead?” The way he looked at me was so cold, I was almost afraid to say anything else.

  He came over and pecked my lips ignoring the confused look on my face.

  “I thought I asked you to leave it alone?”

  “You did, but I didn't have anything to do with them being dead. By the time my peoples made it to them they were shot.”

  Now I didn’t know what to say or do. Amare’s eyebrows furrowed. “Why are you trying to save their life? They both did some foul as shit to you. Even after cutting them both off they still found a way to hurt you. You think I was going to give them any more leverage to hurt you? No matter what you may think, we’re in this together. Every move I make dictates you and whatever you go through dictates me. The street work a certain way and I’m not in a position to just accept shit and make amends. I did the first time and look at this shit that happened.”

  “If you claim you didn’t do it who did?”

  “Why?” Amare asked and released a sarcastic laugh. “Why does it sound like you care?”

  “I don’t care. I’m wondering who else they done crossed.”

  “You sure? That was your best friend and your ex. One that you loved.”

  Now I was laughing sarcastically. “I don’t need you to throw that in there. The love I had for Pitt died the moment I found out he was married. As far as Trina, I was still processing her betrayal, but after learning that she’s also been stealing from me, the only thing I can think is she got what she deserved.”

  A smug smirked pulled at his top lip as he reached out for my hand. “Let me find out you’re turning into a little thug.”

  I accept his hand and laid my body on top of his finally giving him a real kiss. “That’s what happens when you with a real one. Besides, I was raised in these same streets you’re in. Ain’t nothing soft about me. Being a business woman I learned to turn that side of me off and on.”

  “For real though, if things would’ve worked in my favor would you be upset?”

  We held our stare until I shook my head from side to side and Amare kissed my lips again bringing the comfort I needed from all the surprises that came during the day.

  I didn’t think I’d get use to his life style, but like he said, I was now a part of it. Had I been with Pitt and a situation like this occurred, I would’ve flipped, but Amare was different. After processing everything I knew he only wanted to eliminate future issues with Pitt and Trina. I felt loved and protected whereas Pitt just had me for convenience. He certainly didn’t show it, but that’s what it was. I’d take protection and genuine love over money and the fake love any day.

  Rita

  It was another long and busy day at the shop, so all I wanted to do was vibe out to my music and sip on my wine. Someone banging on my door broke me out of the little peace I created for myself, so I could get ready for the next day.

  I loved my job. It gave me the cushion I need for a rainy day. I had the money to upgrade to a bigger place, but there was no point in getting something huge when it was only me and occasionally Kenton’s annoying ass.

  “Who is it?” I yelled from my sofa.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Sighing, I place my wine glass on the coaster and stomped off to the door with my feet padding the hardwood floor. I stood on my tiptoes to peek through the peephole and my forehead creased seeing Kenton at my door. Turning the locks, I pulled my door open.

  “What are you doing?” I asked taking him in from head to toe. As always he looked good, in a pair of grey Nike shorts, and fitted v-neck white tee out here looking like the hoe he is. “I didn’t call you.”

  “Wow. Is that all I’m good for?” he questioned me as if he was appalled. We both knew what that answer was. Outside of the time we spent with his children which still surprised the shit out of me, when we were together, we were fucking. Nothing more. Nothing less.

  “Please, Kenton.” I rolled my eyes. “We both know the answer to that. Are you lost? Someone you’re screwing lives in this building too?”

  He released a cocky laugh and pushed the door open, so he could step inside. I watched in disbelief as he swaggered his way into my apartment like he owned the place smelling just as good as he looked.

  “I’m confused. I’m sure you don’t pay any rent here,” I told him closing the door after I broke out of my little trance.

  He smiled and rubbed his chin as he took me in as well. Being locked up for so long and being forced to wear prison clothes made me hate clothes. Every time I got home. I stripped down to my bra and panties as a reminder I was free to do what I wanted when I wanted and that included not being told what to do. Living your life in jail was hell on earth having a bunch of people tell you when to wake up, when to eat, counting you around the clock. I was no longer Sharita. I was simply a body with a number.

  So, for that I was enjoying my freedom. Every little bit of it, even if it was just walking around my apartment butt ass naked.

  “Shit, I probably make ya rent for the year in a few days. How much for this closet anyway?”

  I sucked my teeth placing my hands on my hips. “You can leave.”

  “I don’t want to,” he responded walking over to my couch and sitting in the same spot I abandoned with his legs wide open and his rm resting on the back. “So how much is ya rent?”

  “Eight-hundred-dollars.”

  “For this small ass place?!”

  “You’re gonna stop coming at where I live. It’s small, but it’s just enough room for me.”

  I walked over to my couch and took a seat on the opposite end not paying attention to the fact that Kenton was eyeing me like I was a whole snack. I was comfortable in my own skin and it was my place, so I wasn’t going to put any clothes on.

  “Where my kids gonna play?”

  I nearly choked on the wine I was taking back. “I love them, but I never had intentions on them coming here.”

  “Why not?” he asked me with his face balled up. It reminded me of Kenia and her bratty ways. It had me smiling. “Fuck is wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “You look like Kenia when you made that face.”

  “That is my daughter.”

  “Doesn’t mean she gotta look like you,” I replied. “So, what are you doing here?” I felt like I asked him this question fifty times already.

  “Speaking of Kenia, she wanted me to let you know that you made her day and that you are the best.”

  I laughed hard from his message. Not because it was from Kenia, but because Kenton brought his ass all the way over to my apartment to tell me that when he had my phone number.

  “Okay. You do know that we don’t live in the stone ages and messages like that can be simply given on a phone call or in a text message?”

  “Maybe, I also wanted to check on you because ya friend got popped.”

  “Friend? The one who had your dick shoved down her throat at Wes’s party?” I repeated with a raised eyebrow. “That girl wasn’t my friend. I can careless about her.”

  Kenton thought my response was the most hilarious thing ever. “You need Jesus yo’.”

  “No, you NEED to get the hell out of my apartment. Suppose I had another man here?” I questioned him.

  The craters on the side of his c
heeks disappeared and a crease formed between his eyebrows. Lifting his hips up a little he lifted his shirt and wrapped his hands on the handle of a gun and placed it on my coffee table. My eyes went from the gun to him.

  I was only fucking around. I was too closed off to share any part of myself with anyone else. Kenton was a special case and I’d have him more, but too much of something was no good.

  “Trust me, there wouldn’t be no nigga in here. Not a living one, at least,” he answered me wrapping his hand around my arm and pulling me onto my lap.

  So I could sit comfortably, he moved away from the arm of my chair and ran his hands on my shoulder and down my arms raising goosebumps on my skin. My nipples got as hard as pebbles in the lace bra I had on as I stared at his thick pink lips. The way he slowly licked them and scanned my body had me heating up and clenching my pussy walls.

  I didn’t call him for sex, but I sure could use some.

  Bringing his eyes back from my breast, Kenton curled his hand to the back of my neck and brought me closer to him so our lips could meet. What started off as a couple pecks, turned into a hard-deep kiss as if we were attempting to swallow the other person whole.

  Kenton pulled away only to press kisses from my lips to my chest. His hands pushed my bra straps down until my breast were void of the thin baby blue fabric. Using his mouth to devour my left breast, his hand kneaded and toyed with the other before he switched sides by kissing his way over.

  Breathing in deeply, I enjoyed the feeling of is tongue and lips on my body. For Kenton to be so rugged, he treated my body like fine china. His kisses were so delicate. Firm, but soft enough to have my body spasming as a result of my nerve endings going crazy.

  Gripping the hem of his shirt, I dragged it up his torso and over his head, tossing it on the floor before I worked on his jeans buckle and then pulled out what I’ve been sitting on. Kenton stood up tall and hard with that one vein trailing from the tip of his dick down to his shaft.

  He fished for the condom in his pocket, tore it open with his teeth and rolled it down his dick as I lifted up. Moving my thong to the side, I eased down on his length, cursing aloud as I felt every inch pushing through my tunnel.

  Kenton released a sexy groan as he squeezed my ass cheeks in his hands and moved me up and down. Leaning forward, using the back of the couch as leverage I arched my back deep and moved up and down slowly rotating my hips into the grind.

  “Fuck…” he grumbled kissing my neck.

  On the sides of him my legs got tight signaling I was about to cum already. He felt it too, so as my body took over, he moved to the same rhythm under me.

  “Uh… uh…” I cried out feeling my body shake uncontrollably.

  I stopped, but he kept going until my orgasm passed. He pulled me up off him and laid me on the couch. With my hand rubbing on my swollen clit, I watched him drag his pants down and step out of them and then did the same with his boxers. The only thing covering him was his condom and socks.

  Lifting me up, Kenton brought me over to my bed, ripping my thong off and spread my legs wide. Hovering over my body with one hand pressed against my mattress he pushed his dick in slowly, burying himself deep inside of my center.

  “Oh...uhhhh… ohhhhhhhh,” my body and lips tremble as he tormented me going in an inch and pulling back half way, giving me two more and going out another one.

  Lifting my hips off of the bed, I attempted to meet his stroke so I could feel that shit in my stomach, but he held my waist so he can have control and pressed his lips against mine.

  “Stay still,” he demanded grunting as he pushed a little deeper.

  Kenton worked my body until I was drained and exhausted. I dozed off until I felt a warm washcloth between my legs that brought so much soothing sensation to my sore center. Once he got me cleaned, he left and came back on my bed pulling me into him.

  Although it was something that we never did, I got comfortable in his arms and listened to the sound of his heart beat. We laid in silence until he spoke up.

  “You sleep?”

  I moved my head from side to side, even though my eyes were closed.

  The sex, his large hands massaging my back, and the sound of his heart all had me seconds from getting the best sleep.

  “Remember when I told you we were more alike than I thought?”

  “Yes.”

  “I grew up in foster care. Shit, really, I was born into the system. No one gave a fuck about me even if they were paid to. I had to learn to survive at a young ass age. The only thing I had was a place to stay, but it wasn’t until I met Amare and Wesley, that I finally felt like I had a family.”

  As he spoke, I woke up and listened intently. It had me choking up hearing him tell me his past. I knew how it felt to be alone and I would say I wouldn’t wish that shit on anyone. It broke my heart that he was so young and didn’t know how it felt to be loved. It gave me more insight on why he moved the way he did and loved his children so deeply.

  What you experienced had the ability to have you repeat it or beat it and he showed he defied those odds from how he was so passionate about his Kenia and Kenton.

  “I never want my children to experience the shit I went through. I swear I never wanted kids because I thought I was going to be just as fucked up as the people that were supposed to take care of me.”

  “And you’re not. Not at all. I actually like you a little more now that I experienced the fatherhood side of you. It looks good on you.”

  I looked up and Kenton had a slight smirk on his face. “It would’ve been cool if they had a mother who matched my energy. She don’t give a fuck about our kids.”

  “I would say she got to because she’s their mother.”

  “Trust me when I say she doesn’t. The only reason I know they’re somewhat safe is because she know I will kill her ass if something happens to them. Tara is very aware that she can’t spend my money dead.”

  I gritted my teeth. “She’s one of them.” One thing I hated was a dead beat ass mother. I’ve came across too many that only wanted children off of what they could get out of having them whether it be a check from the state or money from the father.

  He nodded his head. The sound of his voice was low which lead me to believe he was about to be knocked out after fully waking me up. “It’s all good. She’s a reminder not to trust these bitches.”

  “Well everyone isn’t the same. You just made a poor ass decision.”

  “Uhum…” he replied, and it got quiet as shit before I heard light snores coming from him. I got back comfortable on his chest and allowed sleep to take over.

  Ken

  “You’re late…”

  “I know man. I stopped at Rita’s crib and lost track of time,” I yawned and stretched thinking about the good ass sleep I got. I’ve been in her bed a few times and dozed off, but this shit hit a little different earlier.

  Had she not woken me up to tell me my phone was going off I would still be laid up in her bed sleeping like a baby.

  “Rita? It’s going on ten at night. Y’all like that now?” Wes questioned me.

  “We cool,” was all I said which made him and Mar eye each other.

  “You don’t gotta lie, bro,” Mar laughed.

  “I just said we cool,” I responded. It was hard as fuck for me to admit that I was feeling her more than I let on. It was dope as shit how she handled my children. Shit, they even loved her. Every time I called them; they were busy asking about her instead of telling their father how much they missed him.

  When I had them, their mother wasn’t up for discussion. It was as if when dad was around, she didn’t exist. Really shawty was like a baby sitter and I’ve been thinking about just getting my kids and letting her do her thing. During the times she had them she was always asking me to come get them anyway.

  “Can we get to business?” I asked getting annoyed that they were laughing like the hyena’s off Lion King.

  “Ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun
, huh?” Wes questioned me still cracking the fuck up.

  “Y’all heard the news? Pitt got rocked,” Mar said getting down to the reason for the meeting.

  “Yeah. That was you right?”

  He shook his head and the room got quiet.

  “Either way, that’s one less problem we gotta worry about,” Wes stated.

  I took out the sack of weed I had in my pocket along with a blunt and cracked it open with my nail, emptying the guts onto the table.

  “Not necessarily,” Mar added. “A threat towards him could mean a potential threat towards us if his death was drug related. I’m only concerned because we don’t know who which means we could be hit anytime and anywhere.”

  As I rolled up the blunt I thought about what he said and it made a lot of sense. We never had these issues before but it didn’t mean we couldn’t be tested.

  “What’s the move then?” Wes asked ready for war. I seen that look in his eyes plenty of times, so I knew he was down for what ever.

  I sparked the blunt waiting for Mar’s response. There was no questions asked whether or not I was riding. These were my niggas and this was an empire we built from the ground up. We were going to protect it at all cost.

  “We’re going to continue doing what we’ve been doing making sure to keep our ears to the streets,” he said with finality. After toking the blunt I passed it off to him and he inhaled giving me a weird look.

  “So you’re a lover boy now, huh? You finally decided to join the team?” He asked referring to him and Wesley’s love bug ass. I wouldn’t quite call what Wesley and Kesha had a relationship but it was pretty close.

  Rita and I was just kicking it though. Nothing more and nothing less. I appreciated her stepping up and looking out for my kids so I was trying to figure out the best way to thank her. I didn’t mean to get caught up in the moment and ended up almost missing our meeting.