She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 3

by Shvonne Latrice

  Jilly continued to laugh as I fussed.

  “It was a private jet, not a helicopter.”

  “Yo’ brother got a bigger bank account than me, boo. Remember he pays me.”

  “True. I was joking anyway. But I know what he pays you, so don’t try to play me.” Her brow raised. She was so fine, with that lickable ass caramel skin.

  “I won’t. I wouldn’t even have asked you out if I couldn’t make it something nice.” I took her hands back into mine. I wanted to kiss her ass.

  “Okay, good. See you tomorrow.” She took her hands from me and switched off.

  I watched her body sway, mesmerized, until she was too far for me to make anything out.

  I took my ass back to my car, quickly started it after double checking my duffel to be sure I had my equipment packed, then pulled off.

  It took me a little over half an hour to get home, and once parked, I called Jilly. She was home too but told me I couldn’t come through until after our date. We talked for about an hour, could’ve been longer, but she had to prepare for bed she said; whatever the fuck that shit meant.

  I texted her ‘goodnight’ once she hung up and then carried my shit into my apartment.

  “Working all night again?” I heard my baby mama ask as I looked through the fridge to see what I could make. It was gon’ be cereal again because my ass couldn’t cook.

  “Yeah.” I grabbed the box off the top of the fridge, along with some milk from the fridge.

  “So I’m just wondering for how long will you be walking through here after midnight, Miah.”

  “Why the fuck do it matter, Star?”

  “Because it’s disrespectful!”

  “To who!” I barked back. “I gotta work to make some fucking money and get the fuck up out of here!”

  “Oh, so you’re moving out?” She folded her arms.

  “Didn’t you tell me you don’t wanna be together no more? You said you was done, and you was gon’ find a nigga who knew how to treat you.”

  When she started crying, I plopped down into the chair at the table. I was too exhausted for this shit. I loved Star and had since the first time I’d seen her, but for the past six months or so, all she did was fucking nag me.

  And even then, I wasn’t tripping since I knew females did that shit sometimes. However, every time Star didn’t get her way with me, she dumped me. It was her way of reprimanding me for not acting the way she felt her nigga should act.

  Before, I didn’t mind. I’d just wait for her to do the shit she was doing right now so we could fuck and make up, but I was over it.

  This last time, there were no texts of me begging, no attempts to take her out, or faux ring shopping to make her ass happy. I was over all the begging and pleading when I didn’t even do shit.

  Yeah, I wasn’t giving her the attention she needed, but I had to fucking work. She knew how important it was when I got a music video job, mainly because they were so few and far in between. So the fact that I’d basically had three back to back, shit, she should’ve been popping champagne for me or something.

  I was tired of her ass yanking me around, especially when I was starting to be interested in other females like Jilly. I wasn’t trying to be in some off and on bullshit for the rest of my life when I could fuck with somebody who wouldn’t be on some mess and stick with a nigga.

  “This is some whack shit. We were doing good until you started getting these little jobs! So I see the only way for us to work is for you to not have consistent work.”

  “Star, I told you, you had to be patient with me. Sometimes I gotta work all fucking day. It’s a video. But instead, you wanted to break up, so that’s what it is.” I started eating.

  “Yep, cool. So I just want you to know that us breaking up is for good. Don’t expect us to rekindle at fucking all. So keep looking for a place to stay, and when you find one, you can explain to your son what happened because I’m not.”

  “But you broke up with me. Why don’t you fucking explain?”

  “Because it’s your fault. You can tell him you don’t know how to treat his mother.”

  “Aight.”

  I continued eating, but I felt her staring at me. I knew that wasn’t the response she was expecting, but I truly didn’t care. Like I said, I was tired.

  Star eventually left the kitchen doorway, and I finished my cereal in peace.

  I was ready for my date tomorrow with Jilly, and no one, not even Star’s ass was about to kill my mood.

  Date night…

  “Make sure you don’t forget your key, because I’m going out too.” Star let me know, leaving the bedroom before I could ask any questions.

  Shaking my head, I checked myself out to make sure I was fly, then put on some cologne. I texted Jilly’s ass to make sure she wasn’t on no funny shit, and she replied saying she’d be ready by the time I got to her crib. Her address let me know she was definitely gon’ be high maintenance, but I wasn’t tripping.

  “Where you go?” My son hopped down off the couch to run to me. I saw Star watching and scowling.

  “Out with a friend.” I picked him up. “Where you going? You looking fresh.”

  “Club.”

  “The club?” I bucked my eyes and he started laughing before nodding.

  “Don’t drink too much, aight?”

  “Okay!”

  I kissed him before I walked him back over to the couch to place him down.

  “What friend is this?” Star finally used her voice.

  “A new one,” was all I said before I dipped out.

  It took me a little minute to get to Jilly, and like she said, she was ready when I got there, coming down to the lobby of her building in less than five minutes.

  When she stepped off the elevator in that tiny ass dress and some high ass heels, I had to adjust my dick, keep it from springing up and tapping her ass before I could even say ‘hi’.

  “You clean up well.” She placed her small hand on my chest.

  “Thanks, shit, you too. You bought that for me?” I got a look at her ass in the dress.

  “I’m sure you want that to be the case, so I will say yes.”

  “Thank you.”

  We laughed as I pushed the door to the lobby open for her. I was parked right out front since I’d lucked up, so I rushed to open the passenger side for her. I noticed she checked her surroundings before sliding in.

  “Don’t play nothing corny.” She spoke as soon as I was in the driver’s seat, fumbling with the radio.

  “You sound like yo’ brother.” I smirked. Shrugging, she stared out of the window. “You low-key look like that nigga too.”

  “Excuse me!”

  “Just a feminine version. Chill.” I guffawed at the appalled expression she wore. “Y’all are siblings; y’all supposed to look alike.”

  “Yes, but I’m sexy and soft; he’s rugged and big.”

  “I know, hence the reason I said feminine version.”

  “Well at least I know if I was a nigga, I’d be good looking and have hoes.”

  “Right, ’cause that’s all that matters.” I shook my head, smiling.

  Once we agreed on an artists, I pulled off, enjoying the music during the ride. I was taking her to this wine tasting spot that was pretty good, but the pizza they served with it was even better.

  “What is this?” She perked up as soon as I pulled into the lot behind the brick building.

  “Wine tasting and pizza.” I changed gears to park.

  “Pizza? Do you see what I’m wearing?” She was grinning widely.

  Jilly was uppity as fuck yet ghetto, but for some reason, I was overly attracted to that shit, and her ass. She was so fucking fine it was crazy.

  “Yes, I do. It sounds like it’s some low budget shit, but I promise you, it’s upscale, princess.”

  “Better be.” She sat back.

  Chuckling, I got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. Putting my hand out, I waited until her
s was in it, before she rose up, letting me smell her perfume that was also in her long, brown hair.

  Upon entering, I gave the nigga my name, and he took us to one of the rooms to prepare for the tasting and see what kind of pizza we wanted.

  “What you think so far?” I inquired.

  “Nigga, we just got here.” She smacked her lips before flashing her perfect smile.

  “I meant of the atmosphere.”

  “Well, some of the people we passed looked like they had money, so this is my type of place.”

  I laughed.

  We chose a cheese pizza because she said she didn’t eat pork, and most of the toppings were some variation of that shit. They brought the wine out once we put in an order, along with some cheeses and breads to hold us over.

  “Why you keep looking around like that? You think yo’ brother gon’ pop up? I already let him know about tonight.”

  “What? You did? What did he say?” She looked beyond nervous.

  I let the people drop off the pizza and pour us some of the next wine before I responded.

  “He said good, and that if you seemed down afterward, he was gon’ kill me.”

  “Wow.”

  That nigga Wacko was crazy. He didn’t crack one smile after letting me know he’d murk me for not showing his sister a good time.

  Jilly simpered at my words. She was psycho too. Who smiled after hearing their brother would kill someone?

  “Why you smiling?” I grabbed a piece of pizza.

  “Because that was sweet of him.”

  She said grace after putting the pizza on her plate then stared at me.

  “’Sup?”

  “I have to be honest. I have a boyfriend.”

  “Oh… shit. Uh—”

  “Houston didn’t tell you?”

  “Nah, he just told me it was a good idea for me to take you out and threatened me.” I frowned, wondering why he didn’t mention that. “Is this like yo’ deep in boyfriend or some flighty shit?”

  “Deep… very deep.”

  I chuckled angrily in disbelief. I was hot as fuck.

  “So then what the fuck you come out with me for, Jilly?”

  “Because I like you, and you’re cute.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to come. I’m sorry.”

  “So you wasted my fucking time?”

  “No.”

  “Yeah. All the shit I been doing, calling, texting, planning this shit to make sure I could get a reservation is because I like yo’ ass. Fuck you think, I’m just talking to you for this shit to go nowhere?” I shot up out of my seat.

  “Wait, Nehemiah, I’m sorry! Please don’t end the date, I don’t want to go home.”

  “Well you need to so you can be with yo’ nigga.”

  “Maybe this can go somewhere. I don’t know. But I don’t want you to stop talking to me. I enjoy our conversations, and I’m enjoying this right now.” She pleaded as I kept my back to her, ready to leave the small tasting room.

  The red walls, wooden furniture, and hanging yellow lights gave it a romantic vibe.

  “Jilly, I don’t like my time wasted, baby girl. My days of fucking different females just because, is over with.”

  “Who said you were gonna fuck?”

  “You know what I mean. I don’t wanna be yo’ fuck buddy or the nigga you run to when ya boyfriend is acting up. That ain’t me.” I sat down. “So after we finish eating, I’m taking you home, and this is the end.”

  “I understand,” she replied softly.

  We ate in complete, awkward ass silence, and after I paid the bill, we bounced. The ride home was the same, quiet as fuck with the exception of the music bumping. I didn’t even look at her once, because she was so damn pretty, and I still liked her ass.

  When I got to her place, she sat there for a second but then eventually got out of my car. I didn’t even wait for her to get inside before I sped home.

  Tonight had been a complete waste of both my fucking time and my damn money. I could’ve spent that shit on my son instead of a female with a nigga already.

  “Home so soon.” Star spoke to me as I removed my jewelry and shirt. I guess she didn’t go out like she’d said.

  “Yeah.”

  “You went on a date, Miah?”

  “Something like that, but it wasn’t nothing.” My voice was dry as I got ready to hop into the shower and also brush this wine from my mouth.

  Star didn’t say shit as I went to brush, floss, and rinse with Listerine. I hopped into the shower, and as I let the water run down, I heard her get in behind me.

  Wasting no time, I got right to kissing on her, lifting her body to wrap her legs around me.

  Star’s body was crazy. All that fucking working out she did had her looking even better than she did before I got her pregnant. I admired how she’d made a career out of the shit.

  “I’m sorry.” She apologized as I slipped inside of her.

  Even though Jilly turned out to be a bust, I knew I couldn’t fuck with Star like that.

  Rahim

  Las Vegas, Nevada…

  I was finally here, after making sure everything with work was squared away so I could have some time off. I did bring my computer and shit with me though, just in case something needed to be handled while I was away. However, I planned to fully put my focus on Amara, and my baby girl Ahmira. Also, it was surely time for a vacation.

  I’d been working my ass off, and the money was now rolling in like crazy. Before I could spend one check, I was getting four others. By saying that, I was hoping that once Amara and I got back together, she would move back to Los Angeles with me.

  While she looked for a new job, I could take care of us with no issue. Shit, I even planned to have her look at some houses because a nigga’s bank account was just that nice. Shit had me extra happy just because at times.

  I made it to my house after stopping at Cane’s because I was in the mood for them chicken strips and that bread it came with. I couldn’t even wait until I got home, so I had eaten the shit in the rental on the way.

  I smiled, seeing Amara’s car in the driveway of our home, even though I was sure she’d be here before I’d even landed. I purposely chose to fly in on a Saturday because I didn’t want her work getting in the way of us spending time together.

  Once I had my bag on my shoulder, I tread up the walkway to use my key to get inside. It was finally hitting me how much I missed home and how fast Los Angeles was.

  Vegas wasn’t slow by any means, but LA was just different. And niggas were crazy as fuck out there, hence Tony.

  I honestly didn’t get how LA got the stereotype of being a bunch of plastic fake muthafuckas, because it wasn’t like that at all. I guess television shaped everybody’s perception of the shit.

  If anything, Los Angeles was full of a bunch of hood ass, gang banging ass males and females, who most likely rapped, produced, or sang but still put banging over everything in life.

  “What the fuck?” I frowned when I realized my key didn’t work. Repeatedly, I pressed on the doorbell until I heard Ahmira calling her mother and someone unlocking it.

  “Rahim?” Amara looked irritated and puzzled as she looked at me through the screen gate.

  “Yeah. My key don’t fucking work.”

  “I would hope it didn’t.” She unlocked the gate.

  “What you mean?”

  “It means what it sounds like; I’ve changed the locks, Rahim.”

  “Changed the locks for what? Somebody tried to break in—”

  “Quit acting like this divorce isn’t happening. I changed the locks because I didn’t want you being able to pop up and just walk in here.”

  “This is my house too, Amara. You can’t just fucking change the locks.”

  “This is not your house too; my name is on it. I put the earnest money down as well as the rest of the down payment. Not to mention the house note gets snatched from my bank account. Did we forget?”

  “And that was exactly why I
didn’t want to do shit that way.” I sat on the couch and allowed my daughter to climb up into my lap.

  “Once you made it in the music industry, you were gonna take over the payments or get us a new house. That was the deal.”

  “I can do that now. Amara, my—”

  “No, I don’t want you to do that. This house is a nice size for Ahmira and I. Plus, I like that it’s in my name.”

  “Baby girl, can you give me a minute alone with ya mama?” I kissed Ahmira as she toyed with my new chain.

  “Okay, but just one minute!” She shouted, hopping down and rushing off. “Just one minute, Daddy!”

  “Alright. That’s more than enough, baby girl!” I laughed before catching eyes with Amara and patting the seat cushion next to me.

  Rolling her eyes, Amara walked over, sitting down. She looked good, way better than usual. I didn’t know if that was because she was no longer mine or if she was doing something different.

  “I have to cook soon, Rahim.”

  “I can take y’all out to dinner.”

  “I don’t—”

  “I know you don’t. You never have. Shit, before I went to Vegas, you was the bread winner.”

  “Was?”

  “Yes, was. I know you’ve been hearing my work on the radio.” I smirked and she nodded. “I been getting paid, like for real paid. I got Make A Killing’s artists then others been rocking with me; almost a hundred thousand for a beat sometimes.”

  “Really?” Amara sat up. “Oh my gosh, baby. That’s great!” she exclaimed but then realized what she was doing, I guess, and calmed down. “I didn’t mean to call you that.”

  “It’s cool. I miss it. And you.”

  “That’s nice, but I can’t stay married to you.”

  Turning more her way, I said, “Amara, I love you. I messed up, but I promise Phoebe wasn’t anything special.”

  “You used our joint credit card to buy her things; you admitted to me that you took her to Saks, Sephora, dinners… so how did she not mean anything if—”

  “I did do that, but I swear she doesn’t.” I ran my hand down my face. “I was just being dumb. I did it so she’d let me sleep with her.”