She Gave Her All to the Hood’s Finest 2

by Shvonne Latrice

  Chuckling lowly, I responded, “You right. Thanks.”

  I knew he would help, so once the people came to wire me, I was straight.

  Like I practiced, I came out onto the stage hyped as fuck and was surprised by how wild the crowd went at the sight of me. I almost stopped to smile at that shit, but I had to keep going.

  After a while, I wasn’t afraid at all, especially seeing in the flesh how much everybody fucked with my shit. It was one thing hearing about it and seeing the comments on social media, but actually witnessing the shit live was totally different.

  When my performance was over, I didn’t even wanna go. I couldn’t believe I’d made $60,000 just to do that.

  “Shit was lit, bruh.” Tony slapped hands with me after I got backstage.

  “Thanks.” I panted after pecking a grinning Rubie and dapping up the rest of the homies, including Rahim.

  “This is the last show you doing for sixty racks. We gon’ up yo’ fee to a solid hundred grand.” Tony walked with me to the dressing room, holding hands with Camarih. Old lovesick ass.

  “You sure? That’s a lot.”

  “Nigga, act like you done this before. Don’t go around bitching up, or niggas ain’t gon’ pay you what you worth. Every muthafucka in the industry just witnessed that show a few minutes ago and is damn sure gon’ be willing to throw a hundred racks yo’ way. But you can’t walk in there with yo’ pussy out. Yo’ bitch got them lips for a dick not a—”

  “Congrats, Eitan. We are going to eat and look at this condo.” Camarih cut into Tony’s disrespectful ass.

  “Oh, so tonight, there is an after party for you at the Beverly Hills hotel, courtesy of Paramount,” Tony let me know.

  “You coming, right?”

  “Yeah, nigga. Soft ass.”

  “Fuck you,” I hissed before all of us began laughing, including Tony as he walked off.

  I conversed with the homies a little bit about tonight, and then Rubie and I went into my dressing room so I could clean up.

  “I gotta show you something when we leave.”

  “Ooh, I can’t wait.” She nibbled on her lip.

  She looked pretty as hell, with her hair freshly done, right along with her feet and nails. I made sure of it. I used to think shit like that was for bitch niggas, but if Tony was doing the shit, then I definitely could. I was way nicer and saner than that psycho ass muthafucka.

  “Not that. I mean, yeah, that, but something else too.” I began changing into something more comfortable until the party later.

  “As long as I get some food then I’m down.”

  “Aight.”

  I led her out and to my whip, which I knew I had to replace soon. It was cool, a little Nissan, but now that I was making a lot more money, with plenty to come, I had to up my shit. I’d done four shows since I got that distribution deal, plus a few royalty checks, so I’d accumulated about $190,000 in a month, and this was only the beginning. And now that Tony was telling me it was gonna be way more, I was elated.

  “Ooh, where are we?” Rubie ogled the building I parked outside of.

  “Come look.” I slipped out then helped her do the same.

  Going inside, we took the elevator and then made it to the door.

  “Eitan, what is this?” she asked again as I used my key to enter. “Is this someone you know’s?” Her jaw was on the floor as she walked in.

  “Nope. Mine. It’s my new apartment. I got it last week.”

  I’d kept it to myself, well kind of since I told my mom and dad, but nobody else knew. I hadn’t mentioned it to Tony yet because he stayed talking about niggas who we’re dumb with money. Even though I felt this wasn’t that, I wasn’t sure if he’d agree. But now that my income had inflated even more, I was cool with letting him know.

  “Are you serious? It’s beautiful! How much a month?”

  “Only a few stacks.”

  “Only?” She raised her brow.

  “Yeah, only.” I pulled her ass close to me. “Don’t confuse me with yo’ ex nigga.”

  “Trust me. I don’t. Show me around.”

  After pecking her, I took Rubie’s hand and led her through to show her my new shit. I saved the bedroom for last.

  “And this right here is where we gon’ be a lot of the time.”

  Tilting her head back, she admired the high ceiling before going out onto the balcony to take in the view. I followed, hugging her body from behind.

  “I’m embarrassed to say that this is strange for me,” she spoke lowly.

  “What is?”

  “Me and you… our dynamic.” She turned in my arms to look up at me. “I’ve gotten used to being the breadwinner, so I feel weird with you paying for my nails, hair, and having your own place without my money or credit.”

  “You gon’ get used to this shit real quick. You ain’t supposed to be ran ragged and spent anyway. You can for sure pay for a few dinners and shit, but the big stuff, leave to me.”

  Rubie smirked.

  “I will try.”

  “Well I hope you can try to accept this.” I gestured for her to follow me back inside, then sat her down on the bed before going into my walk-in closet. “For you.” I came out with a large black Chanel shopping bag, complete with the white Camellia on the front and ribbon around the handles.

  “Eitan, no, I can’t.” She shook her head, but I ignored that as I set it in her lap.

  “Open it.”

  Rubie stared up at me before smiling while shaking her head. She untied the ribbon, and then dug out the big black magnetic box. Lifting the top, she got the paper and manuals out of the way to reveal her new purse.

  “This is so beautiful.” Her jaw dropped for the third time today in less than an hour. I wasn’t gon’ lie and say it didn’t make me feel good.

  I thought when I started coming up in the game, I would be basking in all the hoes the music industry had to offer, but at the moment, all I wanted was Rubie’s ass. I didn’t know if I just enjoyed her as a person or if it was because she was the prettiest female I’d ever seen. From her supple chocolate skin, to her shapely body and good ass pussy, I stayed in awe.

  “Lady told me it was new; had just hit the store.”

  Not saying a word, Rubie put the purse back into its box and then placed it onto my laminate floors. Reaching to unbuckle my jeans, she shoved them down as I stepped out of my sneakers. Just looking at her ass had my dick hard, so by the time my boxers were off, he was standing at attention.

  “Mmm.” Rubie moaned as she took my dick into her mouth.

  I felt the back of her throat as she bobbed, tongue snaking around it as saliva covered my shit completely.

  “Fuck.” I massaged the back of her head as I slowly glided in and out of her mouth.

  She sped up, toying with my balls, and when I knew I was about to nut, I yanked out, making her flip over. Lifting her dress, I shoved her thong down and pushed my way inside, not giving a fuck about wrapping shit up.

  “Shit!” She cried out, messing up my comforter by grabbing on it.

  She arched her back some more as I gripped her hips tightly, pounding her pussy as I tossed my head back.

  “Rubie, fuck!” I hit her hard as hell and deeply as hell.

  Her pussy was gripping me and drenched as fuck. I only had a few more pumps in me, and I would be done for.

  We moaned in unison for the next couple minutes as I fucked her as hard as I could, and right after she released on me, I let it go right on the back of her dress.

  “Oh my gosh, my dress!” she exclaimed as I collapsed onto the bed.

  “I’ll buy you a new one.” I yanked her closer to me before shoving my lips against hers as she smiled.

  The party…

  Girl, I know all your secrets… Put it down, you no regret…

  “Lurkin’” by Chris Brown played at full blast inside this big ass bungalow we’d gotten for free. It was packed with the homies but mainly a bunch of females, some fine as fuck and s
ome questionable.

  There was big ass pool and jacuzzi outside with a crazy ass view, and there was plenty of food, weed, and any type of alcohol you could think of. Shit was lit, and as much as I fucked with my girl, I was happy she wasn’t here. Not that I was gon’ do shit, but I wanted to celebrate, and I felt like I would have to hold back some if she were here.

  “Only hoes with pretty feet can get in the jacuzzi. You bitches with the hooves, take y’all asses to the cold ass pool!” Tony barked over the back pool area, making me and the homies crack up. Nigga had a gun in on hand and a champagne bottle by the neck in the other as he spoke.

  “Yeah, I don’t want shit ugly accidentally touching me.” Abel shook his head.

  All the ladies lined up as Tony had instructed so he could go down the line to inspect their feet.

  “Nigga ignorant.” Rahim cackled along with me.

  “Pool, bitch.” He told this one female. She was pretty as hell, and her bathing suit was barely there on her stacked ass body. Her feet were hit though. I didn’t know if she had on black nail polish or if her toenails were just discolored.

  “Na uh, nigga. It’s cold! My feet ain’t even all that bad!”

  “Bitch, if you and them steel toe boots don’t get the fuck out my face. Spitting on me and shit.” Tony frowned, moving on down the line of women as they giggled provocatively at him.

  “Stupid ass nigga.” She mumbled, switching off and making her plump ass jiggle.

  POP! POP! POP!

  All of a sudden, this nigga Tony started shooting at her feet, and I didn’t know if it was the weed and drink, but the shit was hilarious seeing her jump and hop around, dodging the bullets. Everyone was cracking the fuck up, including Tony’s insane ass, as old girl screamed at the top of her lungs while pouncing every which way.

  “Brick foot ass hoe.” He chuckled along with the rest of us.

  Once the foot inspection was over, the five disqualified women went to the pool while the other ten got in where they could fit in, in the jacuzzi.

  The rest of the time at the bungalow was lit, but by 1 a.m., Tony, Rahim, and I bounced while the rest of the homies and hoes kept the bungalow for the night. Shit was paid for anyway, so someone should use it.

  Rubie had stayed behind at my spot, so I couldn’t wait to get there. The driver had taken Tony and Rahim home first, and then I was last.

  When we got to a red light, a truck pulled up on the side but stopped at the back window where I was. Suspicious, I glanced over seeing the front passenger window roll down. Al’s face was revealed, and right along with it was a gun.

  “Aye, drive, drive!” I yelled at the chauffeur.

  “Huh?” he asked.

  “Drive, muthafucka!”

  “Nigga, you better do right by my sister when she get out!” I heard Al holler just as the driver floored it away. Two gunshots rang out, but either he missed or did that just to scare me.

  My heart was beating erratically as I wondered all kinds of shit, like how this nigga knew where I was. It was probably one of them hoes that had been at the party. LA was large but a small ass fucking world at the same time.

  Holli was due out soon as hell, and I had no idea how I was about to balance her, Al, and Rubie all while keeping the shit from Tony. But first a nigga needed some heat.

  Shanece

  Now that Paul was out of his coma, he seemed to be a little better, but not really. He didn’t talk much at all and slept a lot. His weight was dropping drastically, and according to Dr. Laura, his heart’s strength was dissipating as well. He barely looked the same, and frankly, he was nothing but a shell of his former self.

  For the past week, all I did was sit in the room with him, looking at magazines or reading self help books to pass the time. I was used to holding conversation with my husband, but as stated prior, that no longer took place. I’d started back going to work because it was no sense in me missing out on money when Paul barely even knew I was here. It was hard being away from him, but I had to do what I had to do to keep the bills paid.

  “Good afternoon, Mrs. Porter. If you’d like, this would be a great time to head home or take care of any errands. We have to clean Mr. Porter and run some tests, so he’s gonna be out of the room for about an hour or two,” Paul’s new nurse, a white girl named Chelsea explained.

  She was cute, with short blonde hair that sat perfectly behind her ears, big brown eyes, and full lips that appeared to be natural. Overtime, she and I had become pretty chatty, and I found out she had a husband. It made me think of the life I’d had with Paul before all of this.

  “Are you sure?”

  “You can stay if you’d like, but you’ve been here since 7 p.m. yesterday evening, so I thought I’d suggest it.” She shrugged.

  “True. I do have some things to do, and I’d like to shower. I should be back in about an hour and a half.”

  “Great! You’ll be back before he’s done, so that’s perfect.”

  “Thank you, Chelsea.” I smiled, prancing out.

  I was so thankful for her because my mind was at ease when I thought about Paul being taken care of by someone other than Keira. After our fight, she’d taken time off, unpaid leave according to Chelsea. It was either that or she was gonna get fired for her behavior, so she took the former choice.

  I didn’t care. I was just happy she wasn’t floating around my husband in them tight ass scrubs anymore. Even if he was in a stage where I doubt he’d even notice.

  I got to my car and went straight home for a nice hot bubble bath, to ease the tension in my muscles from sleeping in that hospital chair. Once clean, I brushed, flossed, and rinsed my teeth. I felt like a new person now that I was fresh and feeling supple from Camarih’s whipped butters.

  Speaking of her, I missed her, so I went to fetch my phone, only to see Rahim had called me. Ever since I cancelled our breakfast date, we hadn’t said two words to one another. I wasn’t in the mood to talk, and from the looks of things, he was busy with Tony’s growing roster. I was proud of him.

  “Hello?” Rahim’s deep voice spilled through the phone.

  I smiled as I lay down in my bed.

  “Hi. How are you, big shot?”

  “I’m doing well.” He laughed. “More importantly, how are you?”

  “As good as I can be, I guess.”

  “I feel you. How is—”

  “I don’t want to discuss that. I’m sorry. There is no good news; therefore, I don’t want to harp on it. It’s only going to upset and sadden me.”

  “Well I definitely don’t wanna do that.” It got quiet for a few seconds before he continued. “I called to check on you and see if you were busy today.”

  “Busy, no. I have to go to the bank, but that’s it.”

  “After the bank, would you like to meet me for lunch or something? We don’t have to talk about that issue; we can just get your mind off of it.”

  “No. I have to get back to the hospital in an hour or so.”

  “Shanece. It’s one day, and with some good food and wine. When was the last time you had that? Matter fact, when was the last time you ate food that didn’t come from a hospital cafeteria?”

  I giggled.

  I felt guilty for wanting to go, not because I shouldn’t enjoy my days still, but because I wanted to see Rahim. He made me feel good, and seeing him be so supportive of my care for another man made him more attractive to me. Most would have been jealous, but he understood.

  In another world, I would be all over him like white on rice. However, as cranky as Paul had been over the past years, he had my heart, and I could never love anyone the way I loved him.

  “Okay. Where can I meet you?”

  “Nah, I’m picking you up. I want you to just chill for this, cool?”

  “Cool.” I grinned. “Any outfit suggestions?”

  “Nah, you got it.”

  Blushing, I said my ‘goodbyes’ and hung up the phone. I texted Rahim my address, and he said he was leaving
in ten minutes. He was about thirty minutes away from me at this time during the day, so I had time to apply makeup. The bank could wait.

  I settled on a white off the shoulder sweater, jeans, and some white Alexander Wang heels. I put on some jewelry and clipped one side of my fresh passion twists up, allowing the opposite side to swing freely. By the time I’d spritzed on my Dolce & Gabbana perfume, Rahim was ringing the doorbell to my apartment.

  “Hi.” I answered the door grinning. I watched his eyes cascade down me as he held flowers in his hand.

  He was wearing a navy long-sleeved polo, blue jeans, and some dark colored Gucci sneakers. His creamy brown skin was smooth like always, and his low-cut hair was fresh as ever. His clothes fit his skinny frame nicely. His cologne was very pleasant and very sophisticated.

  “Damn.” He pulled me close.

  “Rahim—” I was cut off when he pecked me very slowly.

  “I had to, my bad.” His tone was serious, making me simply nod and back away. I should have canceled our outing at this moment, but I didn’t want to. Damnit. I was a horrible person.

  “Thank you.” I took the flowers. “Let me just put them in water and we can leave.”

  Rahim followed me in as I prepared a vase, and I saw him looking around using only his eyes. I was ready to go a couple minutes later, so we headed down to his car.

  We ended up at the SLS hotel, a little ways from me, where they had this restaurant named The Bazaar. I’d never been here, despite having been to this hotel. We were seated promptly because of our reservation and ordered drinks to have while we scoured the menu.

  “I’m surprised you got a sangria like me.” I chuckled.

  “I hate all that strong ass liquor. I only drink bourbon when I’m stressing.”

  “Wow. I have never heard a man say that.”

  “Cut it out. Not every nigga loves to have his damn throat burning for every fucking sip.”

  I smirked.

  “No, I wasn’t trying to be rude. I actually like that you ordered that in front of me instead of trying to pretend.”