“Capone

and Champagne
Love Lies & Betrayal”
Written by Ebony S.
© 2017
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 Table of Contents
Ghetto Superstar Status
Champagne
Chin Checking a Hoe
Capone
Dirty As Hell
Champagne
Gotta Handle Business
Capone
I Ain'tThe One
Champagne
My Lil Secret
KeeKee
Hard To Let Him Go
Champagne
Can't Trust ‘Em
Capone
From Bad To Worse
KeeKee
I Gotta Leave These Hoes Alone
Capone
Scared As Hell
KeeKee
Saying Goodbye To A Soldier
Capone
Ain't Shit Going Right
Champagne
Watching Out For The Haters
KeeKee
Applying The Pressure
Capone
The Wee Hours Of The Morning
Capone
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Ghetto Superstar Status
 Champagne
I wasn't an average chick by any means. I grew up in the hood, got money like
the d-boys, rocked fly gear, and whipped luxury cars. By the age of 15, I
already knew how to whip work in the Pyrex. I hugged the block with the dope
boys, served the fiends, and kept a banger on my waistline. I came from a
bloodline of hustlers so I had no choice but to be a go-getter.
My mother had served a ten year bid for selling crack in my younger years.
My father was a reputed mobster from Miami, Florida. Daddy was well-known
for his stylish suits, iced out jewels, and flamboyant lifestyle as a drug
trafficking kingpin. On the cold night of December 25, 1995 two gunmen who
stood in wait of him took his life as he parked to attend his mistress’ Christmas
party.
Both men aimed their heaters at his ride, pulled the trigger, and viciously
let the bullets scatter throughout the car. Holes pierced through the driver ’s
side window and door. Pops died from bullet wounds to the neck and dome.
Apart of me slowly died along with him on that awful day.
Like so many black drug dealers of that era, Daddy cultivated a Robin
Hood image. There were tales of how he'd give Christmas gifts to the less
fortunate children, pay struggling single mother ’s rent, and buy a truck load of
bikes for fatherless kids in poverty stricken areas. After his death, T-shirts with
his picture sold like crack throughout the city.
One of his closest friends claimed that Daddy owned at least twenty-five
dope houses, sold cocaine and heroin around the clock, and had at least one
hundred fifty people on his payroll. So, of course, I was a true bonified hustler.
I couldn't help that shit. The ‘go-getter ’ flowed through my veins from both
parents. It's all that I knew how to do. Regardless of the street life that I lived, I
graduated from high school with honors. Not only was I street smart, I was
book smart and beautiful. At twenty-six years old, I stood out to most men like
a runway model. My caramel complexion, flat stomach, thick thighs, and
beautiful face added to the breathtaking beauty that I possessed. I could instantly
hypnotize any man without trying. I wasn't cocky, just confident. My boyfriend
Capone knew the type of chick that he had on his team. I loved my babe. Not
only did I love him but I was incredibly attracted to him too.
Capone’s 6’3 height, deep chocolate complexion, hazel eyes, and well-
toned physique damn near made my heart stop everytime my eyes witnessed
him naked. Not only was his body on point, but his caring and protective
demeanor attracted me to him even more. My babe’s pockets stayed fat because
he was a beast when it came to getting money. Although we didn't have any
kids, I planned on quitting my birth control and giving him a baby.
I whipped my silver ‘17 convertible Camaro down the street before busting
a left. I needed to make a drop for Capone at one of his trap houses. It was for
one of his homegirls from childhood named KeeKee. I really didn't like
fucking with her but Capone loved and trusted her. He called her his fam and
claimed that she was more than loyal and never flipped on him.
For some reason, we never vibed. To me, she kept a nasty attitude. Tsk, I’m
a bad bitch so I don't fuck with other broads who think they're badder than me
with stink attitudes. Fuck that hoe, I thought. The minute I parked the whip, I
noticed her peeping out of the blinds. With an eye roll, I got out and popped the
trunk. I moved to the door holding onto a black duffle bag.
“Sup,” KeeKee dryly greeted. I mean, she wasn't an ugly chick but her
attitude and dislike for me made her unattractive in my eyes. KeeKee stood 5’4
or 5’5, caramel complexioned, thick in the hips, and wore a Brazilian weave
down to her ass. She kinda resembled the actress Gabrielle Union.
“Capone wanted me to make this drop.” I handed her the duffle bag. She
grabbed it and walked off to a center table in the living room. She gave me a
navy blue money bag filled with one hundred dollar bills adding up to over
twenty g’s.
“This is his guap so make sure he gets it,” she said before slamming the
door in my face. I'd had more than enough of her disrespectful attitude and the
screw faces she made every time I came around.
Rather than continue to take her bullshit, I balled my fist and beat on the
door as hard as I could. Bam! Bam! Bam! KeeKee didn't come back so I kicked
it as hard as I could. Thank God I wore shorts and a fitted tee-shirt with a cute
pair of Puma tennis shoes. It looked as if I would have to give the bitch the
business. After two more fists bangs, the broad opened the door standing there
in a bra and booty shorts. WTF did she pop up wearing this for?
“What?” she asked with a big attitude.
“Why is it that you got a fucking attitude every time I see you?”
 “Cause I don't like yo ass. And, don't be knocking on my door like you
popo no more either.”
“You gon’ make me go upside yo’ mothafucking head. You better do a
thorough background check on me before you start talking stupid. I'm the
wrong bitch to try,” I warned.
“Pleeez, you don't scare me. Now get away from my door before I bust you
in yo shit,” KeeKee threatened.
“What's up?” I balled my fists with anger building up inside of me. After
years of dealing with her bullshit, I was more than fed up. Furthermore, if it
wasn't for my nigga, she wouldn't have come up. She had me bent. Hell nah! I
wasn't going to let her handle me all kinds of ways. Fuck she thought? The next
thing I knew, some young high yellow skinned dude mobbed from the back
wearing a wife beater and black boxers. It didn't surprise me that the loose
pussy THOT had some random nigga there to fuck her. The dude grabbed her
around the waist and tried to stop her from talking shit. He gently pulled her
away from the door. KeeKee kicked, screamed, and talked shit the entire time.
“Let me go! I'm ‘bout to put hands on this, trifling hoe. She got me fucked
up!”
“Don't hold her back! Let her get it in. Let's go! I want you to swing off so I
can beat you down. I'll mop the floor wit’ yo ass!”
“Gon’ go. I'm trying to keep her from smashing on you,” the dude said.
“Mothafucka, the only thing that you're doing is keeping that bitch from
getting her ass tore up out the frame,” I shot back.
I walked away and hopped back in my vehicle. Amped up and mad, I dialed
up my man’s digits to give him the scoop on what just popped off. I looked up
and saw the unfamiliar dude closing the entrance door to the trap. As I drove
away, Capone finally picked up the damn phone. “What's happenin’, wifey?”
“I’m leaving the spot where KeeKee is posted up. We exchanged words
because this hoe up in there on some extra shit. She slammed the door in my
face, popped shit, and got a young dude parlaying up. You better put that bitch
in check cause I'm the wrong one for her to test. I ain'twit it.”
“Who is the nigga?” he questioned as if I really knew the guy.
“I don't kno’. I'm gon’ so you need to be asking her that. Really, the way she
comes at me makes me think that y'all been having some dealings. She tries to
play the wifey role like it's her position.”
“Man, I've told you a hunnid times that I ain't never fucked ole’ girl. So stop
staying in my ear about some assumption drama,” he voice tossed back into the
receiver.
I frowned but decided to let it go. Deep down, I didn't think that he would
cheat on me but with his hood status, I knew bitches would try him thinking
he'd drop some cash on their low budget asses. I breathed deeply in and out to
calm myself down before I bust a blood vessel in my head. “Yeah, whatever.
I'm gon’ it slide but you need to put her in her place.”
“I’m headed that way right now. I can't have niggas coming through my
spot like that. I got too much going on up in there for all that,” he growled. I
didn’t have to touch her because little did she know, my man was about to
handle her ass.
I sped down the highway doing 80 while thinking. I loved living a
luxurious lifestyle, however sometimes I felt a tad bit insecure. Not saying that
I wasn't slim thick with a big phatty and a cute face, I loved how God made me.
Nevertheless, being that Capone was a boss and trifling rat bitches wanted him
is what bothered me at times. I hoped with my fingers crossed that he'd always
remain faithful knowing he had a boss chick on his team who would ride out
every storm with him no matter what. If he kept it one hunnid with me, I'd do
the same for him.
I often discussed a few educational options with him but he wouldn't ever
give his input on it. I wanted to return to college, earn a nursing license, and
later on start my own adult-sitting service. The healthcare industry was
booming. I didn't want to be a dope girl for the rest of my life. I had goals and
lots of things I wanted to accomplish. I loved getting money in the streets but I
needed a stable future. I didn't know when it would happen but it would. Well,
hopefully.
While in deep thought, my cell phone rang. KeeKee’s number popped up
on the screen. I picked up to see what the dirty broad needed to talk
about. “What?”
“So, you told Capone that a nigga was here?”
“I damn sho did. Fuck you calling me for like you bout to check me—” I
couldn't finish because she cut me off in mid-sentence.
“Stop lying with yo silly ass,” she slung at me.
With a confused expression, I continued to drive wondering if KeeKee had
amnesia or thought I was stupid enough not to remember seeing that dude at
the trap. “Fuck off my line lying, hoe.”
“You’re jealous of me and Capone’s friendship so you lied. Damn, are you
that insecure?”
 “Aye, watch how you talking to my woman,” Capone uttered in the
background.
Then it came to me, I could tell she put me on speakerphone acting like I
was on bullshit. Well, damn, I thought to myself. The sneaky gutter rat
somehow got the nigga out the spot before Capone popped up. Instead of
arguing over the phone, I bust a U-turn in the middle of the street to go back
and face off with the lying ass trick.
Chin Checking a Hoe
 Capone
For years, my girl assumed I was putting pipe to the homie KeeKee. Real talk,
I'm fa sho that she caught feelings for a fly nigga whose swag game was the
truth. I mostly tried not to mix business with pleasure but at times that could be
a hard task. Bitches loved street dudes who got money, laid that wood down,
and was street certified. My name alone held weight and niggas respected my
hustle. My reputation wasn't a good one. I was known for getting mine by any
means, popping that pistol, and keeping a baddie on my team who'd hold a
soldier down.
I had love for my homegirl but I wasn't gonna let her slick talk my woman.
We never had an altercation before. KeeKee showed mad loyalty and respect
for me. In addition, she was all about her money. I liked that. All of this played
in my head when I turned into the Pork ‘n’ Beans Projects. The block was quiet.
I only noticed a few fiends roaming around in search of their next hit. Then, I
whipped my ride into an empty park on the side of the street behind KeeKee’s
candle apple-red ‘17 Lexus ES 350.
I got out cautiously while swaggering up to the spot. I couldn't ever let my
guards down in the hood. Thirsty mothafuckas stayed on the lookout for a
moneymaker like myself to jack. I didn't want to get caught slipping. I eased the
key in the door. When I walked in, I didn't see KeeKee in the living room but
the TV was on. I moved through the house.
“KeeKee,” I called out.
“Sup? I'm in the kitchen.”
I walked to where she was. She sat at the small round kitchen table with a
butter knife breaking down the product into small crack pieces. She paused for
a minute to take a pull of the blunt in an astray. “What's up wit you?” she asked.
“What’s up wit you having a nigga up in here?”
“A what?” she questioned as if she didn't hear me the first time.
“Who was up in here?” I growled with venom.
“Nobody. I don't know what Champagne told you, but it's a lie.” She fired a
lighter up and put a little bit of flame to it. “That’s why you came through?”
 “Hell yeah. You kno’ I don't want no other niggas in here except the ones
who I really fuck wit’. Ain't nobody else coming or going in this mothafucka.”
With an eye roll KeeKee complained, “So you call yourself checking me
off what yo girl told you?” Before I could answer she continued on. “You
already know that she doesn't like me. Me and you ‘pose to be better than that.
I'd never put our hustle in jeopardy or make it hot ‘here. She's the one popping
up with that drama. Check her not me.”
For a minute, I hesitated wondering who was telling the truth. I could trust
both of them however, I had enough game to kno’ a lie ain't shit for a
mothafucka to tell. “I’ll find out who lying.”
“I’ll call her and tell her she's a liar.” KeeKee grabbed the iPhone 7
positioned in front of her on the table and dialed Champagne’s digits. I started
to stop her but my first mind told me not to. KeeKeeput it on speaker for me to
hear the conversation. When it was all said and done, neither one could
convince me of the truth. I left the shit alone but reiterated to KeeKee the
importance of not having fuck boys ‘round my shit.
“Look, I'm putting in work right now. I ain't got time to worry bout what yo
bitch bitching bout. I ain't wit’ it,” she snapped while breaking the work down
piece by piece.
“Don't disrespect and pop shit. I put you on and make sure you eat good. I'll
snatch all that shit away and put yo ass up out of here,” I fired off. I had much
love for the homie but I wasn't going to let her talk slick to me. Hell nah.
“Okay, whatever,” she calmly said.
“A’ight. You got my money from that drop?”
Instead of responding, KeeKee stood, went to the attic, and came back with
a black money bag. She tossed it on the table and started back breaking the
dope down. The spot that KeeKee held down was where me and my crew of
soldiers would kick it, meet up to discuss business, drop off dough, and move
work from there to the streets. It was KeeKee’s job to cook it up cause her whip
game went hard. She had mad skills with that wrist and the Pyrex.
“You good?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I’m straight. I ain't tripping on no petty shit.” She looked up at me with
those pretty browns.
“Show me that you a’ight then.” She already knew through our past
encounters what that meant. Yeah, I was on one. With a slight grin, trying to
play hard she stared at me for a minute before separating herself from the
table. She grabbed a hand and led me into the bedroom area. She turned on the
television, popped a CD into the DVD, and let Twista’s joint, ‘Next To You’
featuring Jeremih play in the background.
KeeKee faced me, nose to nose. She started kissing me as I wrapped an arm
around her waistline. We'd been fucking around on the slick side since high
school. Wasn't shit serious but we had an unbreakable bond. She wasn't the type
to press me about a relationship. It was strictly friends with benefits and
nothing more. She began to unzip my pants, leaned over, and started giving me
that fiyah head. The intense wetness and warmth of her mouth clenched down
on my dick. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. She slurped up and down,
in and out on my joint. I moved from the bed and stood up to get butt naked.
KeeKee did the same and then grabbed a condom from under the mattress and
placed it on the sheet.
She went right back to handling her business giving me some super head. I
pressed KeeKee’s head down further and slowly grinded inside of her mouth.
She then started doing tongue tricks on it, which slightly made me cringe a
little bit. I was feeling damn good until I heard a loud knocking noise at the
window. Bam! Bam! Bam!
“You nasty mothafuckas!” The voice yelled out. We both jumped up startled
as fuck. All I could see was Champagne’s face pressed against the glass staring
in on us. With the curtain halfway open, I knew I got busted. Dayum!
Dirty As Hell
 Champagne
I could hardly believe that Capone had been dirty macking on me with a
trifling hoe. I mean, I was faithful, dependable, and loyal to his dog ass. The
hurt felt as if someone gutted my heart out with a butcher knife. After many
years of being with Capone, that was the thanks I got for being by his side
through thick and thin. I wanted to cry like a baby and ball up in a knot for two
days. There was absolutely no feeling that could describe the pain.
It would've made me feel a lil better if he chose a bitch with more class who
looked better than me. The ghettofied skank he was fucking wasn't shit. There
was no comparison. Niggas tripped me the fuck out with theirfuckery. The two
clowns stares at me like I was from outer space. I beat on the window a few
more times.
“Capone, bring yo ass to the front door before I set this bitch on fire!” I
threatened.
“Baby, stop blowing up and acting crazy. It ain't even like that. It ain't what
it's looking like,” he tried reasoning to no avail.
“Mothafucka, you gotta be crazy! You getting yo dick sucked. There's no
other way that the shit pose to look.” The nigga musta thought I was born the
night before last. I wasn't dumb nor crazy. He couldn't slither his way out of
this one.
“Champagne, don't trip. I'm bout to come explain everything to you,” he
responded as he put his drawers and jeans back on. Keekee only stood there in
a state of shock. I knew if I got close to her, she would get smashed on sight.
Capone took off to the front entrance. I broke to the door too. “C’mere, let
me holla at you,” he smoothly said.
I walked up to him. Wam! Wam! Wam! I hauled off and hit him all upside the
head with my fists. He tried to play me for stupid like I was some basic bitch he
could handle all kinds of ways. Noooo, not me. KeeKee came from the back
and stood behind Capone staring me down in her panties and bra. I was bout
tired of her low life ass.
“Look, you gon’ have to take that somewhere else. You bout to have it
hit ‘round here. Cause somebody gon’ end up calling popo on you,” she told
me as if I gave a fuck.
“Bitch, shut up,” I fired off.
KeeKee jumped in front of Capone and wailed on me. I stuck her with a
quick right followed by a swift right hook to the face. I tried my damnest to
break her jawbone. She snuck a few good licks in on me. I grabbed a handful
of her weave and pulled KeeKee down to the floor. I stomped her out with my
foot. A few hard stomps to the stomach curled her up into a fetal position. “I’m
sick and tired of yobitchass testing me!”
Capone snatched me inside of the house and helped KeeKee come in too.
“Baby, this is all my fault. I'm sorry for putting you through this. I'm done
with all this shit,” Capone said.
“Why-would-you-do-this-to-me?” I pat on my chest with one hand after
saying each word. “I’ve had plenty of opportunities to fuck with other dudes
but I don't.” A tear escaped from my eyes from the hurt and disappointment of
seeing him with another woman. Every time I thought about it, a sickening
feeling moved through my stomach.
“Let’s go home and work this shit out.”
“Nope. I'm cool on you. I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm going to
go home and pack up my shit. I'll be gone by the end of the day. You can have
this bitch,” I spoke and pointed at KeeKee. “She can never and will never be
me. You fucked over our relationship for some low budget pussy.”
Capone stood there. He reached out to grab me, but I quickly moved out of
the way. He then snatched me into his arms and held on to me tight. I attempted
to wiggle my way out of his grasp but couldn't. The man had a tight grip on
me.
“Get yomothafuckin’ body off me!” I yelled. Suddenly I felt a hard
shocking sensation go through my entire body, which left me limp as a wet
noodle. KeeKee used a taser to get her revenge. Capone laid me down on a
sofa. All I could hear was movement sounding like a bunch of cattle running
through an open field.
“Bitch, don't ever pull out a taser on my woman!”
The sound of KeeKee screaming along with shit falling and cracking from
him tossing her around the room while beating that ass was all I heard. I tried
to move but couldn't. My body hurt all over and felt slightly numb.
“Please, stop! I'm sorry!” KeeKee begged.
Bam! Bam! Bam! I heard the licks smashing against her body. “I’ll kick yo
ass!” he threatened. Then a few knocks at the door stopped all of the
commotion. Capone walked over to the blinds in the living room and peeped
out. I just hoped the cops weren't called. There was way too much dope and
money in the house to have them in our business. My heart began to pound
away.
Gotta Handle Business
 Capone
I was spooked like a mothafucka when I heard the door knocks. I crept to the
window and noticed the person standing there. It was my homeboy Tough.
We'd been homies since first grade. Even in high school we fucked bitches
together, ran trains on a few jump off hoes, and stayed tighter than spandex on
a 350 pound woman. He copped the name Tough as a kid because his lil ass
wasn't scared of shit. He had the heart of a lion. Even in the present, he wasn't
scared to body a mothafucka or bust his heater. I opened the door and let him
in. His eyes grew big when he noticed KeeKee laid out on the floor with a
bloody face. He then glanced over at my girl whose hair stuck up like a
treasure troll’s. Shit had gotten crazy ‘round that joint.
“Fuck going down up in here?” he asked.
“I’m checking this broad. She's acting like she's running shit up in here. I
ain’t goin’.” I kicked KeeKee in the side once more before holding Champagne
in my arms. “I’m sorry, Ma. I got you, I promise.” I loved my girl to the moon
and back. I would never intentionally hurt her.
“Damn, nigga. You going ham up in here. What the hell did she do to get
her ass whooped like that?” Tough asked standing over KeeKee’s bloody body.
Her hands were covering her face.
“She got out of line and tasered my girl. They got into it.”
Tough stood shaking his head from side to side. He stood approximately
6’1, dark blackberry colored, muscular build, and could go from zero to a
hunnid real quick within a few seconds.
“I’m pregnant. I need to get to a hospital to make sure my baby’s okay,”
KeeKee softly mumbled.
“You what?” I asked with a raised brow.
“I just found out yesterday.”
“Bitch, stop lying. Fuck up outta here with that weak ass lie,” I voiced. Deep
down, I hoped like hell that it wasn't mine cause I'd been hitting it raw for some
years.
“It’s your baby.”
 “Hell nah. It ain't mine. You ain't ‘bout to baby trap me. You better go find
the real daddy.” I tried my best to play it off but my heart dropped to the pit of
my stomach.
Yo, what the fuck! I thought to myself. I wasn't ready for no lil shorty.
Especially not by KeeKee. I'd been hitting it for a minute and never got her
preggo but now she wanted to act like she was pregnant all of a sudden. A lot
of chicks used pregnancy to get at a dude’s pockets. I knew that mistakes could
happen though. Either way, she didn't have to put me on blast like that in front
of my girl. Females now a days did the most. Plus, I couldn't take her to the ER
with a busted face from the blows I put to her.
“I ain't got time to be arguing with you. You know the real. Just get me to a
doctor so I can check on my baby,” she cried out.
Champagne gave me the evil eye. If looks could kill, I woulda been on my
way to the morgue. My shoulders and eyes dropped. In one day, all of my dirt
was being brought to the light. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't worried about
losing my chick over some minor mistakes.
“You want me to take her to the ER?” Trouble asked.
“Yeah, but she needs to go in the bathroom and clean herself up some. And,
make sure she doesn't mention my name,” I ordered. I looked at KeeKee who
was being helped off the floor by my homeboy. “Don’t go down there running
yo mouth ‘bout me,” I bossed with a stern look.
“Right about now, Iain't got my ass on all that. I only care about my child.
Fuck all the other shit.”
Trouble led KeeKee into the bathroom and helped her fix herself up. All of
us had been friends for quite sometime. We grew close like family over the
years. My partner knew what was up with me and her but of course it wasn't his
place to speak up on it. They referred to each other as sister and brother. I
could tell that he felt sorry for her and I started feeling bad for putting my
hands on her but cleared my mind by saying she shouldn't have come for my
woman. After about fifteen minutes, Trouble helped her out of the bathroom
and into his new modeled vanilla-colored Dodge Challenger. Champagne had
come to and slowly removed herself from the sofa.
“I'm so done with you. You got me over here knuckling up with yo side
bitch. I don't do dirty dick. I ain't fucking behind no trashy hoes. You got the
bitch pregnant too. Oh, hell nah. You got me fucked to the tenth power.”
I leaned in to hug her but she slapped me so hard the sound could've
attracted walkers for miles. I put both hands up in the air. I deserved it and
wouldn't try to persuade her to listen to what I needed to say. I hated to see her
walk away from my life. I truly loved and cared about her. If I would have
known that I'd lose her over some side pussy, I wouldn't have fucked KeeKee
without using a rubber. Now I'd have to face the consequences. She would
never trust me again and without trust, there was no relationship anyway. I took
a deep breath and let it out. Champagne turned and walked out of the door.
Damn, I fucked up big time.

***

The minute I arrived at the crib, I could see a cloud of smoke hovering over
the house. I hurried and put the whip in park, jumped out, and took off to the
back yard. What I saw damn near made my head spin. I felt an intense heat wave
shoot from my feet to the top of my head. There were two huge piles of my
gear burning like crazy.
“Aye, what the fuck is goin’ on?‼” I yelled out. I mobbed up to the back
door and opened it. “Champagne, is you crazy?” I yelled. I didn't see the crazy
broad nowhere in sight. If I didn't love her, I woulda put a bullet to her dome
piece. Finally after maneuvering to the back of the house, I found Champagne
piling more clothes up beside my walk in closet.“What the hell you call
yourself doing?” I grilled with a devilish irritated look. I grabbed her by the
shirt collar. “I ain't one of these punk niggas out in the street that you can
handle sideways. Put my shit back in there where you got it from. If you want
to talk this shit out, let's do that but you ain'tgoin’ nowhere,” I growled without
a blink.
“Boy, if you don't get yodickbeaters off me I know something.” She
snatched away knocking my hand back.I grabbed a handful of her hair and
rammed my girl's body into the wall. Her eyes bucked as if she was in
disbelief. Normally, I didn't put hands on her however she needed to be put
back under control. In addition to that, I wasn't letting her leave me.
I'd been busting my ass ripping and running the blocks and highways for
years so we could live better lives. I drove for hours transporting dope from
city to city, organized a crew of forty soldiers, and owned trap houses. I did
that. Now that her bank account was bigger than Fat Albert, she wanted to
bounce. I wasn't gon’ let that happen. She was mine. I paid cash for our four
bedroom, 2 1/2 bed newly renovated home a lil over a year ago and I'll be
damned if she was goin’ anywhere. Ole girl had me fucked up.
 “I know you didn't just do that. Have you lost yo rabbit ass mind,
mothafucka?” I ignored the words spilling from her mouth. I pushed her back
into the wall when she tried to move away. “I hate you!”
“You don't mean that.” I pressed my lips against hers. Instead of following
my lead and tonguing me down, she spit in my face. I jumped back to wipe the
saliva off my eyes and nose. I pimp slapped her hard enough for the neighbors
to hear it. “Don’t you ever do no nasty shit like that to me again.”
Champagne broke to the kitchen. I followed behind to see what was up.
When she whipped the big butcher knife in the air, I shook my head. Shit was
all the way out of control. “I’ll cut yo dick off, nigga.” The look in her eyes
told me that she meant every word of it.
I ran up and we started wrestling over the weapon. There was no way in
hell that I'd let her kill me in a house I'd paid for. I overpowered her and snatch
it away. We both stood there breathing heavy. She glanced over on the
countertop at an empty Hennessy bottle. All I remembered next was a hard
thump crashing into my dome. Everything after that was black.
I Ain'tThe One
 Champagne
Instead of throwing out anymore of Capone’s belongings, I decided to ease my
way out of the house. I already knew when he got up he would be ready for
whatever. I might've been a fool but I wasn't a damn fool. I had better sense than
to think he wouldn't try to kick my ass after I knocked him out cold. I grabbed a
bunch of clothing and stuffed my trunk full. That would've at least been enough
for me to wear for a while. I sprinted into one of the guest bedrooms and
cracked the window just a lil bit in case he decided to change the locks and
outta the door I went. I was about to get in my ride when two officers whipped
in behind the garage. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. Lord, please don't
let me go to jail, I silently prayed in my head.
There were two young African American cops approaching my car. The
taller of the policemen is the one who mainly did all of the talking. “Hello, are
you aware that you're not supposed to be burning within the city limit?” he
asked wearing a neatly ironed dark blue uniform.
“No, not really. I apologize.” I gave him a cute sad face.
“Alright. Normally I'd give you a ticket but I'll let it slide this time. It needs
to be put out though.” He glanced at me before looking up at the sky at the dark
smoky cloud forming from the fire. “What are you burning anyway?” he
curiously wanted to know.
“My boyfriend’s shit. He cheated on me, so that's the result.” I folded my
arms across my chest.
“Wow, you're mad huh?” His partner sorta chuckled but remained
silent. “He’s gonna be ready to kick yo ass when he finds out.”
Ignoring his comment I said, “I'm headed ‘round back to put it out real
quick.”
The two followed me to the back. I grabbed a water hose and sprayed the
flame until it was completely out. We all walked back to our vehicles. “Ma’am,
please don't get that mad again and put no more clothes on fire.” He smiled.
“I won't,” I promised.
They pulled out of the driveway and went on about their business. I hurried
to get away before Capone came to his senses. I thought about the money bag
underneath the driver ’s seat that I was supposed to give him. Fuck him, I
thought and left.
I puzzled my brain wondering who I could stay with until I worked out a
living arrangement to cop my own pad. My mother lived in a quiet
neighborhood. Her landlord was a friendly older man and his rent prices were
fairly reasonable. She was renting to own the property. I drove over to her
place and was there within ten minutes. Once onto her street, I noticed that
nobody was out. She actually lived where the majority of her neighbors were
retired. I also noticed her landlord Mr. James Espy’s Ford pickup truck parked
in front of my car. I got out of the Camaro and stepped to the door. All I could
hear were screams and outburst. I knew my mother had to be in danger. I
promised myself that I would kill that nigga.
“Stop, James! Please, stop!” All I could see in my head was him choking or
strangling the life out of her. I knew I needed to get in the house quickly. I ran
back to my ride and grabbed the toolie before I stuck the key through the door
of Momma’s house and rushed in ready to pop a mothafucka in the head. There
was Momma’s ass tooted up in the air with Mr. James hitting it from the back.
No reason the rent was dirt cheap.
“This is some ratchet shit,” I fumed as I stood in the entrance shaking my
head. I couldn't believe I actually saw that.
“Get out,” Momma bossed. “Get outta here right now!” Mr. James stood
there like a deer caught in headlights. His furry gray chest hairs, long socks
pulled up to his knees, and wrinkly skin turned me all the way off. Ugh!
Instead of flipping out, I closed the door again and sat in my car. The vision
of what I saw continued to play over and over again in my head. I let the radio
play Mary J. Blidge’s latest CD. I held my head back on the headrest, thinking.
In a matter of a few hours my life jumped from normal to devastating. I'd gone
from having a picture perfect life to dumping my man and burning his clothes
up. Life was funny like that. Growing up fatherless taught me how to hold my
own and never get too comfortable. Life would constantly change and that was
a fact.
After the third song of the album played, I heard a door slam. It was Mr.
James leaving. He kept his eyes lowered to the ground as he got into his
vehicle. I gave a nasty eye roll before getting out for the second time and
marched to the door. My Momma was nowhere in sight. I moved toward the
back and I could hear the shower water running. I went and plopped down on
the sofa. I grabbed the remote and turned to Lifetime until she finished
showering.
“I think it's time you started calling before popping up at my doorstep,”
Momma fussed coming down the hall in a pink robe. She had the softest
smooth vanilla colored skin. Her hair was worn in a cute bun. She wasn't a
spring chicken but she looked fabulous for forty-seven. Her body was one of a
goddess with a flat tummy, big legs, and a big phatty. Yep, I got all mine from
my momma. She maneuvered to the living room and sat on the couch opposite
from me.
“Why I gotta call now? Cause you starting to get your freak on?” I grilled.
“That’s none of yo business. Stay in a child's place. That's what's wrong
with you children now a days. You try to run yo parents life. You may be
grown but I'm yo momma you ain't mine. Don't get it twisted, Sweetie,” she
popped off in a cute but nasty way.
I laughed. “That’s on you. I don't care what you do. I know one thing
though, I won't be able to eat for the rest of the day after what I just saw,” I
teased.
“That’s yo damn problem. And, what brought you over here anyway?” She
crossed her legs and arms looking at me with curiosity.
“Me and Capone beefing. I need to crash at yo crib until I figure things
out,” I admitted.
“That’s fine. You know you're always welcome here.”
“Thanks, Momma.”
“No problem.”
I burst out laughing. “Are you still mad at me?”
She chuckled. “Hell, yeah. You come barging yo ass up in here like you're
the police.”
“I’m sorry. I thought something was wrong with you from the way you
were hollering. I thought I was saving you.”
“Chile, the only thing you did was cockblock. Then you came in with a
damn pistol in yo hand. The thrill was gone after you pulled that bullshit.”
I giggled. “Hell, I didn't know.”
Momma shot me a dirty look. “Turn the the Oprah Winfrey Network. I
don't watch that depressing Lifetime mess.”
“If Capone calls you, don't let him know that I'm here.”
“I won't. I don't like to pry but would you like to share what happened
between y'all?”
 “I caught him cheating with a chick named KeeKee. The one I told you
about a while back who doesn't like me.”
“Yes, I remember. Well, now you see why she didn't care for you. She's
fooling with your man. You should've known that from jump. She had no
reason in the world to dislike you.”
“She was sucking him off. I saw it through a window. I beat her like she was
a redhead stepchild.”
“You did right. Yet in still, it wasn't just her fault. You should've went upside
his head too. It takes two hands to clap. Don't let him get away scotch free.”
“Trust me, he didn't. I burned alot of his clothes up in the back of the
house.”
“Um, hmm. That's goodie for his ass. Now you know that these things
come with the territory, don't cha?” Before I could answer she started. “You're
dealing with a man who earns his livelihood from the streets. All kinds of
bitches will be after him. Simply because, they see him as their savior. Women
want a man who will spoil and take care of them. Some of these lazy hoes
would rather fuck for a living than to get a job. They use their looks and body
to get what and who they want. They don't care that he has a woman at home
because at the end of the day, they feel that they’ll take yo place.”
“They can have his ratchet dirty dog ass. I don't care anymore. The trust is
gone. Ain't nothing left.”
“It’s your choice. Right now you're hurting. You'll have to think on it some
more before making a definite decision. Pray about it. I know that you love
him and feelings don't disappear in a few hours.”
“Well, mine did. I can't ever trust him again. If he had done anything other
than cheating, I could've easily forgiven him. For me, this is the ultimate
betrayal. I wouldn't trust him to go to the corner store and come back. I ain't
living like that. It's unhealthy.”
“Do what's best for you. Ain'tno relationship perfect though. You'll have
some ups and downs.”
“Momma, I know that. I just feel like he could've done anything else except
that and I would've been good. Not only did he cheat, she's claiming to be
pregnant. I can't deal.”
Momma’s mouth dropped to her knees. “Pregnant?”
“Yes, you heard right.” I popped my lips and flipped my hair. “Preggo,
baby.”
 “Lord have mercy. Chile, you shoulda put yo foot so far up his ass that he
needed surgery to pull the mothafucka out.”
I chuckled. “In order for me to remain a free woman, I'm leaving the nigga
alone.”
“There was a woman claiming to be pregnant by yo daddy before he was
killed. It hurt me to my soul. I loved him with everything inside of me. To hear
someone tell me that, broke me down to the ground. I felt like my whole world
had been blown up in my face.” A tear slowly formed like a small mud puddle
in Momma’s eyes. “I truly loved him. I never saw that coming. Then, he died at
his other woman’s house.” That was a heartbreaking and miserable time in my
life.
“Where’s the baby now?” I curiously wondered.
“I have no idea. I heard that she moved to another part of town and gave
birth to a baby boy. I heard he looked just like yo daddy.”
For all of those years prior to hearing that, I thought I was my mother and
father ’s only child. And there my momma was telling me different. I sat there
thinking and wondering where the boy was who was supposed to be my
sibling. The sound of Momma’s cellphone suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
She looked at the number, frowned, and put it on speakerphone.
“Hello,” she greeted.
“Hey, Miss Alicia. I was trying to see whether you've heard from
Champagne,” Capone uttered sounding down and out.
“She called me earlier,” Momma lied. “Capone, I don't interfere in my
daughter ’s personal life but I don't like how you're treated her. I thought more
of you. I trusted you to do the right thing and be there for her,” Momma went
on to express.
“I didn't intentionally try to hurt Capone. I apologize if I caused you to feel
any kind of way about me. I promise, I'll get this straightened out.”
“Alright. I'm gonna hold you to that. You're like a real son to me. You know
how shit goes out here. These broads are after you because of what you got,
not for who you are. Champagne loved you before you had any of it.
Remember that.”
“Trust me, I kno it. Ask her to call me if you hear from her, please.”
“I will.”
“A’ight.”
The conversation ended when Momma ended the call by pressing the red
END button. Yes, I hated that things turned sour between us, yet in still, I needed
lots of thinking time. After unpacking my belongings from my car into the
house with Momma’s help, I kissed her on the jaw and told her I was headed to
the beach to catch some fresh air.
While driving I listened to an R&B CD with a mixture of good oldies
playing in the background. It helped me to think some things out. The cool
spring air rushed in from the half cracked windows. It brushed pass my face,
which kept me mellow. After a short drive, I made it to the bluish colored
sparkling beach water. Several surfers rode the waves and enjoyed the Florida
sunshine. Children played with balls and a few were making sand castles. I
attached my headphones to my iPhone before getting out and putting them in.
I detached the scandals from my feet as I played music while slowly
walking along the warm crunchy sounding sand. I moved along until I found
my own private spot with a few palm trees within its vicinity. I plopped down
on the ground under the shade. And then, Eric Benet’s tune “Spend My Life”
softly drifted through my ears.
That song was supposed to be played on my wedding day. I dreamed of the
day when Capone would witness me walking down the aisle, take my hand in
marriage, and we would vow to be husband and wife.
The silent crying eventually turned into loud sobbing. I couldn't believe he
did that to me! He fucked up our future plans. He was the man whose kids I
planned on giving birth to. I felt weak on the inside. I was so hurt and
disappointed. My life wasn't supposed to turn out like that. I'd been hustling my
ass off, putting in work in the streets, making sure that I cooked-cleaned- sexed
him down good- and that's the thanks that I got.
Wow, my man getting his dick sucked by some chick who ain't shit. I
should've been cheating but no, my dumb ass wanted to be one hundred with
his doggish ass. I wiped away the fallen tears with my shirt when I felt a hand
tap on my back. I looked up to see Capone standing over me, which startled me.
“What?” I asked with an attitude. I wasn't up for his ass or anything that he
had to say.
“Baby, can we talk?” He grabbed my hand, but I snatched it away.
“Fuck away from me.”
He sat down next to me. “I thought I'd find you here. I know it’s your
favorite place to go when you got a lot of shit on your mind.”
“I need my personal space right now. You did some shit that's almost
unforgettable. I barely know what to do. I honestly trusted you before all of that
happened.” He placed my head on his shoulder and held me in his arms.
 “Why, Capone? I give you all of me. I play my wifey position and make
sure you're straight. You didn't even have to do that.”
“I was thinking with my dick. I shoulda thought with my head. You're the
only woman who I truly love. No matter what has happened, my heart belongs
to you. You my world, baby. Fuck all that other shit, I'm through with that.”
I wanted to believe him. “What if she's pregnant with your baby?”
“I’m going to handle all that. Don't worry about it. Everything is taken care
of. I don't want to lose you. I ain'tgoin’ nowhere. I love only you, no other
chick.”
“I love you too but I need some me time.”
He frowned but it quickly vanished. “Okay, chill for a minute at your
mom’s crib if you want to. Don't let it be too long or I'm coming to get you.”
Capone was always sweet and understanding to me. He held onto a hard
persona in the streets but at home it wasn't like that. He was such a gentleman to
me. My mother absolutely loved him. The spot where we sat happened to be the
place where he made love to me for the first time. Since then, I always went
there to clear my head and relax. On the side of his head I noticed a stitched up
small gash.
“When did you get stitches?” I questioned.
“My sister came over and took care of it for me.” Capone’s sister was the
head nurse at _____________ hospital. We got along well. She treated me as if
I were her biological sister. They were the only two siblings living. Their baby
brother was killed a few years back when someone robbed his trap where he
and some friends were kicking it. His brother ’s two friends were also
murdered in the robbery. Of course, the police never really looked for the
killer or killers. The cops wrote it off as a drug house robbed. It's not like they
tried to further investigate. Everybody knows how it goes down in the hood.
“I’m sorry about your head. I got too mad and went cray cray up in there.”
Instead of saying anything, he kissed me on the forehead. The vibration of
his cell causes him to pause and grab it from his front pants pocket. “What’s
the business?” he asked the caller.
“My nigga, this broad lied the whole time. She ain't pregnant no more than
I am,” Trouble said in a joking way. I could hear him from where I was sitting.
Capone looked at me and put it on speaker.
“Her ass was lying the whole time, huh?”
“I sat in the room with her. The doctor said the test came back negative.”
“Damn, bruh. That's a big blessing. I'm done with that shit right there.”
 “I just wanted to give you the real on that right there.”
“Good looking out.” They ended the conversation. Capone and I hugged
for what seemed like hours. That was one less problem we'd have to deal with.
My Lil Secret
 KeeKee
I overheard Trouble lying to his boy from where I laid on the small hospital
stretcher. Trouble and I already talked about what I'd do about being knocked
up. I knew for a fact, I was preggo with Trouble’s baby. Capone and I hadn't
fucked in over a month and a half. I'd recently started giving his boy some
pussy. I gave no fucks about it. Niggas did bitches like that all the time with no
remorse.
Fuck his feelings. Not only that, but he had a chick already who he lived
with. I wasn't giving him the go to regulate shit dealing with me. I got money
and we were fucking for years but I had no emotional attachment to him. I was
digging Trouble though. If I had my way, I'd spill the tea and let Capone know
what was up. However, Trouble didn't think it would be a good idea cause they
were homeboys. He convinced me to have an abortion and promised to pay for
everything. He wasn't ready for kids and neither was I. Eventually we planned
to start our own clique and break bread together without Capone. I was more
than tired of his bullshit. We dated in high school for years. He cheated on me
with so many bitches I lost count. At one time or another I honestly loved him.
He was the first man that I lost my virginity to. After years of dealing with that
bullshit, we chose to be only fuck buddies and get money together. What his
girl didn't know was that, Capone had never been faithful to her.
I witnessed him having several threesomes with different broads. A few
included me. Tsk, so when she walked around with her nose stuck in the air as
if that dick only belonged to her- I laughed to myself. Lil girl, pleazzz. That
nigga slung dick like it was crack. Bitches were always bugging out over
niggas who were nothing but straight hoes. But, they always look at the chick
like she's the hoe. Nah, bih, yo man is a bigger one than me. Females were
forever putting their niggas on pedestals and putting other women down. I
didn't have no time for that. Silly hoes!
“Ma’am, the doctor says to use the pain medication prescribed. He also
wants you to follow up with your doctor.” The nurse asked me to sign the
paperwork for my release and out the door we went. I lied and told the hospital
that I was jumped by a few females and that I didn't know who they were. I
didn't want the police involved so that was that. Trouble helped me into his
‘17 lime green candy apple Challenger on ‘22 inch chrome shoes. The ride to
my place was a long one with the lunch traffic being bumper to bumper with
speeding cars and road raging assholes on the highway. Trouble held my hand.
“Everything gon’ be a’ight. I got you. We gonna be more careful with this
shit,” he comforted.
Trouble has been crushing on me for a few years. Every time my thick hips
sashayed pass him he'd be checking me out from head to toe on the sly side. In
all honesty, I was kinda feeling him because of his gentle and loving ways.
Even when we had sex he'd gently stroke the pussy without all that roughneck
shit. And, he could put it down in the bedroom. He was also easy on the eyes
with a well-toned muscular frame. I glanced over at him with a busted lip and
swollen eye. “I appreciate you, baby. I really do,” I told him. He gave me a
wide smile. Within the short period that we'd been messing around, we both
caught a few feelings. There was just something special about Trouble. He
knew how to appreciate a woman. I loved him sense of humor along with his
pearly white smile.
“Go ahead and make an abortion appointment. Let's get this taken care of.
You feel me, baby girl?”
“I feel you. A’ight, I'll hit the clinic up now.” I took my iPhone from my
purse and googled the number.
The clinic worker answered the phone asking how she could help me. “I’m
calling to set up an appointment to have an abortion,” I lowly said out of
embarrassment. I really wanted to keep my baby. This was my first time
experiencing pregnancy.
“How far along are you?”
“About five weeks.”
The woman ended up giving me and appointment date and time along with
the price. I thanked her and ended the call. I couldn't believe that I'd found
myself in that predicament.
“Did you straighten it out?” Trouble asked as he rubbed up and down the
top of my thigh.
“It’s a go. Just so happens that someone cancelled. I can go in the morning.”
“That’s what's up.”
“Can you take me?”
“Yep, I'll pick you up. It ain't a problem, Lil Mama.”
 “Really tho. I want to have my baby. I don't see what the big deal is. I ain't
asking you for shit,” I released. It hurt that I felt pressed to do it. The child was
apart of me. It was my flesh and blood.
“Baby, you ain't thinking logical right nah. We got to get this bread, push
the product, and build our own empire. I ain't trying to have a shorty right now.
Nah mean?” His eyebrows rose and temper slightly flared.
“It’s not about what you want. This is my body. I can do what the fuck I want
to with it. You can push on. I'll take care of it by my damn self,” I snapped out. I
wasn't trying to hear that shit he bumped his gums about.
Suddenly he whipped into the parking lot of a gas station. He turned
towards me. “Look, we got other shit going on right now so kill at that rah rah
shit bout having a baby.”
“Fuck you. Take yo ass on. I told you that I don't need you!”
“You really got life fucked up!” He snatched me by the shirt collar and then
pushed my head into the window.
I socked him in the shoulder to make him leave me the hell alone. I wasn't
no punk bitch! “Boy, you best to keep yo hands to yourself.”
“You getting rid of it, bitch. Capone is my homeboy. We both violated. Let's
get our shit together first. That's all I'm asking you to do. We got all the time in
the world before talking about having a baby,” he went on to explain.
I took a deep breath and thought on it some more. My future plans involved
buying my own crib, moving outta my apartment, and starting my own
business. Even though I was a hood chick, I still had hopes and dreams that I
wanted to turn into a reality. “I’ll do it, but it's only because I don't want to have
a child by yo controlling ass. After this, leave me the fuck alone.”
Trouble pulled me into his arms. “I’m sorry, baby. I'm just trying to do
what's best for us. I know you want a family and all that. Give me time to get
shit straightened out before you try to jump to the next level.”
I sat there in deep thought. I should've slapped him in the mouth for saying
it, but I didn't. Instead, I just told him that I needed more time to think. The
decision was certainly indefinite. My mind kept flip flopping. One part of me
wanted to but the other part knew it was wrong. Whatever choice I chose to
make, it would be fine. Fuck a nigga.
Once back at my apartment, I got out and slammed Trouble’s car door so
hard I was surprised it was lying on the ground when he drove off. Mothafucka
had me twisted! He got me pregnant, sold me dreams, and now didn't want to
handle his responsibility. I was good enough to fuck but not good enough to
have his child. Now that was some straight bullshit.
The minute I made it in the crib, I hit up an ex-boyfriend of mine who still
loved me without a doubt. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.
After a five year relationship we decided to break up a little over a year ago
but I still had a strong pussy-hold on him. Hmph, that's the power of the P.
“What’s happening with you, baby?” the deep voiced soldier on the other
end greeted.
“Hey, my baby. I know you ain't heard from me in a minute. I’m going
through some shit.”
“I’m listening. Speak on it,” he encouraged.
“Money, I'm pregnant.”
There was a long silence. It was as if the nigga wasn't even on the phone. I
was about to say hello when he finally said something. “Is it mine?”
“I don't know,” I sadly answered wishing it was. Yeah, I had been steady
fucking him on the low too. I felt a sense of remorse because he truly loved
me. The only reason we broke up in the first place was he didn't trust me being
around Capone and Trouble. Money was an upcoming rapper but wasn't
getting major bread like we were. He earned some coins from performing
shows, which wasn't bad at all. However, I felt that by me being the bread
winner he couldn't regulate what went on in my crib. We broke up after a bad
argument when I put him out. His creamy pecan brown skin, warm smile, and
6’2 height along with A1 sex always put me in a trance. Although we were no
longer a couple, he still would dick me down when I wanted him to.
Reality started to really kick in. I needed The Maury Povich show to figure
this shit out. There were three possible fathers and my black ass didn't know
which nigga could've been the daddy.
“Damn, how many niggas running up in you? Fuck you mean you don't
know?”
“I’m saying, there's a strong possibility that you could be,” I snapped
raising my voice.
“Man, you out here thotting around that hard that you can't give me a yes or
no answer?”
Then his next sentence hit me like a hurricane. “Get rid of it if you don't
know who the daddy is. I ain't trying to get caught up like that. I already got a
shorty on the way,” he went on to explain.
 “Why you just now saying something?” My mouth literally dropped and lip
damn near touched the floor. He never even told me he was kicking it with a
broad. Ugh, niggas ain't shit! For the life of me, I couldn't explain why I
allowed myself to get caught up in some real life drama.
“It wasn't none of yo business. It didn't have nothing to do with us.”
“Well, you better tell the bitch that you may be having two.” There was a
long moment of silence. “Hello?”
I looked down at the phone, which read CALL ENDED. I hated all three of
those mothafuckas! Everything happened so quickly and I felt like I'd been
back stabbed theee different times. The frustration and depression began to
kick in. I thought about how my momma gave me away to my auntie when I
was small. I had to deal with her two older badass kids plus her crazy bullshit. I
got treated like a little slave. She made me wash dishes, mop, and clean up the
entire house while her kids did nothing.
Boy, was I ever glad when I could get out on my own. I bailed out the day
of graduation and never looked back. Growing up there, I often wondered why
my mother didn't want me. I knew she was on drugs bad but she left me to fend
for myself. My cousins treated me like their sister but the auntie talked to me
like I wasn't shit when I was a small child. I walked to the bathroom shelf,
grabbed a bottle of Vicodin, and popped one to calm my nerves. I showered
and took my black ass to bed. I'd had more than enough of ignorant ass drama.
All I wanted to do was sleep. Fuck the world and all three of those dirty
bastards I had fucked with.
Hard To Let Him Go
 Champagne
The visit to the beach did alot of good. My head cleared and I felt so much
better. Me and my baby left. He told me to follow him when I got in the
Camaro.
“For what?” I questioned sorta confused.
“I need you to. That's why. Trust me, baby.”
I gave a head nod and followed him for about a mile as I listened to the tune
of an old Fantasia song softly flowing through the speakers. I pictured me and
Capone living happily ever after. I wanted to live with him for the rest of my
life but refused to deal with him raw dogging and cheating with other chicks. I
deserved better than that. If he was willing to be faithful without the extra
drama, I was willing to forgive him and move on with our lives.
We moved along in traffic and made a quick right to one of the best hotels
in the city. The view of a huge lake along with a golf course on the opposite
side looked beautiful. Two valet parkers parked our whips while we walked
inside. The smell of fresh roses and potpourri hit my nose as I walked through
the entrance.
A Spanish lady took Capone’s info, asked for his driver ’s license, and got
the payment. We were instructed of where the room was, got into the elevator,
and stopped on the second floor. Capone inserted the card into the swiper and
we walked inside of the honeymoon suite. There was a luxury bedroom with a
large marble bathroom inside of it. Two tall bottles of champagne on ice set on
each of the end tables beside the king size bed with rose pedals scattered on top.
Capone was really trying his best to reel me back in and honestly, it started to
work.
He stepped to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I ain't trying to
lose you,” he said. For a minute, we stared directly into each other's eyes. My
heart wanted to believe him even though a tiny part of me didn't. He led me into
the bathroom where we stripped. He ran the warm water and added a capful of
bubble bath to it, which was a complimentary gift from the hotel. We climbed
in together. Our lips touched and tongues gently kissed. He then washed my
body down. I returned the favor. We even took turns drying one another off.
Capone picked me up, carried me to the bedroom, and gently laid me down.
His long thickness hung down and swung from side to side. My coochie
jumped as if it had a heartbeat. I wanted my man so bad that I could instantly the
warm juices flowing from inside. He definitely knew how to get me super wet.
I wrapped a leg around his waist pulling him down closer. He used his knees to
spread my legs apart.
“Ah,” I moaned as he slowly entered my kitty hole. His muscle moved in
and out of me. “I love you,” I admitted in a whisper.
“I love you too. This yo dick. I promise, I ain't fucking up no more.”
“I-want-to-cum,” I cooed while matching his rhythm. I moved my hips and
arched my back. It felt so damn good that I barely knew what to do.
A few minutes later, I bust one all of his dick. I laid there, motionless until
he got his.
“This pussy so good. I'm ‘bout to nut,” he groaned. The strokes became
faster and shorter and then he collapsed right on top of me.
“Get your heavy ass off me,” I playfully said.
Capone rolled over and then went into the bathroom. I could hear the sound
of him letting out a long piss. I noticed his cell over on the nightstand. The next
thing I knew, I heard the shower running. Capone always took showers before
and after sex ever since I'd been knowing him. I grabbed the phone.
His screen picture was a recent one that we took in Biloxi, Mississippi on a
short getaway trip at the beach. There was a code on the phone. I tried two
different times to get in but couldn't until I tried his mother's birthday. Bam! It
finally opened.
I scrolled through the messages where I read several messages but nothing
caught my attention. I went further down and saw old messages from KeeKee
saying how much she loved him. A bunch of naked pics were attached to
several of the text.
“Dumb, trick,” I mumbled under my breath. I put the phone back the same
way that I found it. I'd never let him know that I broke the code. A long sigh
escaped my lungs as I closed my eyes in deep thought. I absolutely adored my
man. I made up my mind that I truly wanted to work shit out with him. His cell
vibrated. I answered after seeing that it was his mother.
“Hello, mother in law,” I answered with a smile.
“Hey, baby.”
“What’s up with you?”
 “I’m calling to find out whether you all will participate in the family
reunion this year. It's actually next Saturday in Biloxi, Mississippi,” she
informed.
“We were planning to. Our rooms have already been reserved.”
“Good. That's what I needed to know. Where's Capone?”
“In the bathroom.”
“Okay, I'll talk to you later.”
We ended the call with a click up. Little did I know but there were plenty of
more situations that I'd find myself in. All I wanted was to feel loved by that
special someone. Instead, I would find myself battling a lot of horrific storms.
For the moment, I laid there wondering how the family reunion would turn
out.

***

Back at my mom’s crib, I chopped it up on the phone with one of my homies

who I loved dearly. I promised Capone that I'd move back in the next day. I lied
telling him that I needed to chill with my mother because I hadn't seen her in
quite some time. The truth was, I planned to meet with someone very dear to
my heart. Whenever I had a problem, I'd turn to my homeboy who'd give me
the best advice. We weren't intimate, only friends. I actually called him my big
brother. We were more like fam than friends.
“So, you got plans for tonight?” he asked.
“Nope.”
“Let’s hit the club up. I got a partner who's having a big birthday bash
tonight. He's supposed to have some performers coming out too.”
“I’m down with it.”
“Bet that up. You want me to swing by yo momma’s pad and scoop you up
or what?”
“Yeah, that'll work. I don't want Capone coming through and not seeing my
car parked out there.”
“I’ll be there a lil after eleven.”
“That’s cool.”
“A’ight.”
After hanging up, I found myself in a small shopping center trying to scope
out the perfect outfit for the night. I loved my friend because he'd always been a
great listener and friend to me for years. Whenever Capone and I beefed, he
knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.
When ten o'clock hit, I prepared to hit the party scene. I showered and put
lotion on myself down before spraying a dab of Jimmy Choo perfume on. I
flat-ironed my hair, beat my face to the gods, and wore a snow-white strapless
mini dress with a pair of silver stilettos.
I checked myself out in a full body length mirror. Yep, I was on point. I
gave myself a half cracked smile of approval. I looked damn good. By the time
I finished dressing and making sure I was super cute, I heard a car horn
blowing. Then a text came through which read “I'm outside”. I snatched a white
Michael Kors clutch from the bed and took off.
“I'll be back a lil later,” I hollered over my shoulder to Momma who
watched the ten o'clock news.
“Be careful,” she suggested.
“I will.”
I hopped into Trouble’s whip and off we went. He was more than just my
homie, we were family and it felt biological. He'd been there for me through
hell and high water and could make me laugh during my saddest moments. He
treated me with respect and never tried to mack on me. We talked about
everything. What we discussed, never went further than me and him.
“What’s up wit it, homegirl,” he greeted and burst out laughing the second
my ass touched the seat.
“My mothafuckin’ friend!” I returned the greeting with a crazier one of my
own. We were silly like that.
He looked over at me and frowned. “I hope I don't have to kill one of these
lame ass niggas tonight ‘bout my sister. You killing the game in that fit.”
“I know it,” I spoke with confidence. “Anyway, what's up with your girl
Kee-Kee?” I asked flipping subjects.
“Man, that shit is cray cray for real. She claimed the baby was by Capone
but now she's saying he's mine.” He chuckled and side-eyed me for a split
second.
“What?‼ You were fucking with that maggot ass bitch, too?” I could hardly
believe it.
“Yep. I slipped up a few times and smashed her. I kind of liked the broad
too. I ain't ready for no more kids though. My chick already preggo. We found
out not long ago. I ain't trying to be out here like that wit’ a bunch of kids
everywhere.”
 I sighed. “Damn.”
“I hope she'll have an abortion but she was talking sideways. She saying she
wants to keep it.” He shook his head as he slowed for a red light.
“What you gon’ do if she won't get rid of it?”
“I’m gon’ be fucked up. I gotta convince her to. I think she'll give in. I
should’nt have boned her out raw. I gotta stop thinking wit’ the wrong head.”
“This shit is crazy.”
“Hell, yeah.”
“You didn't even tell yo girl about all of that. We supposed to be ace boon
coons.”
“I was gon’ eventually tell you. You stay busy and I do too. It's been a
minute since I've talked to you. We both out here paper chasing.”
“I figured Capone was fucking that bitch cause every time I ran up on her
she had an attitude. I ain't no fool.”
“That shit been happening for a long time. I knew he wasn't gon’ her off no
time soon cause she gets money for him.”
“I’m going to the doctor to get a check-up. That broad looks like she will
fuck anything that's willing to run up in her trifling ass.” I turned my head as I
stared out of the window thinking. The whole situation was scary and
scandalous as hell. Niggas were running up in KeeKee naked head not knowing
who else she'd been fucking with. All of them were plain sad. I didn't know of
any other way of putting it.
“I kno’ you kinda hurt behind it, baby girl. If you and Capone gon’ work
shit out, you gotta let it go,” he advised. “I kno’ that nigga loves you. Don't let a
good love go cause he fucked up.”
A tear tried to push its way through, but I held my composure and fought
back the emotions. Not only was my man out being a hoe, but him and the
homie both smashed the same chick. Oh well, I'd forgiven Capone so I needed
to press on. In a matter of minutes we were pulling up to a huge club.
Different flavored foreign whips surrounded the entire parking lot. There
were chicks getting out of their rides in search of a money making baller while
other simply came out to have a good time. A few bouncers and off duty cops
directed traffic and secured the premises with tight security. We parked in the
VIP area alongside several limos. I stepped out looking and walking like a
model. The line was backed up to the street. Trouble made a call and a nice
looking thugged out soldier named Money called out for us from the front of
the line.
 “What it do, my nigga?” Money dabbed Trouble and greeted.
“Shit, coming through to show love.” Trouble introduced me and Money,
which I knew him from making drops for Capone. He was in Capone’s inner
circle. I knew the majority of all the dudes that my man associated with. He
escorted us inside a club with loud rap music, flashing disco lights, and walked
us through a thick crowd of party goers. We were taken to the VIP section
where a lot of ballers popped champagne and smoked the best loud in Florida.
I plopped down in a seat before my eyes landed on KeeKee at a table with her
homegirls. The broads stared me down and gave eyerolls. I turned my head
because I refused to let that dizzy bitch fuck up my night with the fuckery. I
grabbed Trouble’s hand and headed toward the dance floor. The sound of
Young Thug’s tune ‘Do The Work’ blasted throughout the club. I twerked on
Trouble only to piss KeeKee off. He danced back and kept up with my rhythm.
He'd always been an outgoing person and loved to show off his dance moves.
He grinned. “Show out then, sis,” he egged me on.
“I’ma give the hoe a reason to look upside my damn head.” I bent all the
way over and made my ass cheeks wiggle.
“You’s a fool.” Trouble laughed.
I noticed KeeKee walking to the restroom with some other ugly broad. I
pretended not to see her and kept right on having fun. Next thing I knew, one of
my favorites swarmed through the huge speakers. It was the Fuck It Up
Challenge song.
A small crowd formed around me when I bounced my booty cheeks and
made them clap to the beat. I was killing the game with the ass tricks. Dudes
cheered, bitches stared, and the DJ shined a spotlight directly on me. A few
other females were upside down bouncing their asses on a wall close to me.
Another chick did a headstand and shook her butt. Nevertheless, neither one
had shit on me. I did my job and that was to fuck shit up. I threw my ass in a
circle numerous times while my homie yelled, “Go best friend,” along with the
music. A little after a minute or so the music stopped playing and a Beyoncé
song started to play. Trouble placed his arm around my neck. We chuckled a bit
before turning to return to our seats.
I felt a shoulder tap so I looked behind me, and that's when the bullshit
started jumping off. “So, now y'all dirty mothafuckas fucking?” KeeKee
wanted to know wearing her lil cheap Rainbow mini dress looking like a low
budget clown ass bitch.
“Girl, you better get the fuck outta my face,” I advised.
 “Or what?” she provoked. The busted face chick beside her stood there
watching everything go down. I didn't know whether she was willing to ride
for her homegirl and jump me or not. That was a chance I'd have to take if we
started scrapping.
“Or you ‘bout to get yo ass whooped like a child.” I stepped to her. We
stood there eyeing one another down, nose to nose.
“Do something,” she initiated and pushed my face.
“You just fucked with the wrong bitch.” I punched her with a right followed
by a quick left, grabbed a bunch of her weave, and gave that hoe the business. I
gave her a few face shots before a hard blow from a different angle connected
with the left side of my face. Her friend jumped in and was trying to sneak a
few in on me. Too bad though cause Trouble grabbed the other female by the
throat, choked her out, and threw her ass into a wall. He then pried us apart
from one another. A few bouncers stepped towards us along with Money. After
getting the scoop on what happened from Capone he ordered KeeKee to
bounce.
“Fuck both of y'all! A matter of fact, I've been fucking both of y'all lame
ass niggas!” she blurted out.
A female walked up behind Money with a face full of frowns. She was a
cute golden brown skinned chick with a long weave dangling down her
back. “Who is that bitch?” she hollered out while pointing a finger at KeeKee.
“I’m the bitch who he's fucking when yo punk ass ain't around,” KeeKee
hollered out. “And, I'm pregnant by one of these sorry ass niggas!”
“What?‼” The young woman's mouth hung open from shock. She slapped
Money before diving on KeeKee’s ass. That girl fought as if she'd been
training for a heavyweight boxing title. The blows were so quick that she
barely gave KeeKee a chance to throw a lick before she was hitting her with
another blow. She socked her so hard one of the punches nearly knocked her
down.
I grabbed KeeKee’s clothing and pulled the bitch down to the floor while
ole girl bust her all in her shit. Money watched with a crooked smile. I think it
must've turned him on to see his girl acting a fool over him. When it was
finally over, KeeKee stood up with a busted lip, bloody clothes, and a messed
up hairdo. She tried to adjust her clothing but her shit was torn up with a tittie
hanging out. She limped out of the club. The two other females who came with
her followed KeeKee out of the door.
 Trouble looked at me. “Girl, you hell tonight.” He laughed. The next thing I
knew, my phone went off. I glanced down and noticed it was Capone blowing
me up.
“Damn,” I mumbled. I clicked him off. A few seconds later, he called again.
I did the same thing as before and quickly clicked him off the phone. I felt a
vibration coming from my cell. I looked down and there was a video of me
dancing with Trouble. I knew right then and there that KeeKee’s low-grade ass
sent it to him. That's why she damn near got her ass beat into a coma. I
panicked for a minute. When I looked up, there Capone was standing in front
of me. My heart sped up.
“What the fuck you got going?”he asked wearing a white Puma logo t-
shirt, white Robin’s jeans, gold Puma kicks with iced out diamonds and chains
on his neck and wrist. The smell of his Jimmy Choo cologne socked me in the
nose. The scent that used to turn me on suddenly turned me completely off
because I knew how it was about to go down. “This how you doing it now?” he
questioned.
My heart sank right into my coochie. My hands shook, knees weakened,
and small beads of sweat formed on my forehead. “Fuck you mean?” I asked
with an attitude.
“Take yo ass to the crib,” he ordered.
“I’an doing shit,” I objected. I was scared as hell but couldn't show any
signs of fear because he would thrive off that and kick my ass until I was flat as
an ironing board.
Capone looked at Trouble. “So, this how you rolling now? You taking my
bitch out the house and bringing her to clubs and shit?”
“Nigga, how you trying to check me and she a grown ass woman. We
kinfolks. You need to be taking that business up with yo woman not me,”
Trouble shot back.
“You ‘pose to be my boy though. She out here wilding like she gon’ crazy
and you backing that shit up. What's up, bruh? How you feeling?” Basically, I
could tell that the whole situation was about to get ugly.
“I’m straight, my nigga. I ain't trying to be out here beefing with you about
no shit like this, but I ain'tgon’ let you come at me sideways either.”
“However you want it.”
I intervened. “Capone, it ain't that serious. Stand down and stop acting a
fool.”
 “Nah, you the cause of all of it.” Capone snapped as he snatched me up by
one arm and led me out of the club. Women and men were looking, pointing,
and a few moved out of the way just in case the shit got real. The shit was past
embarrassing. When we got outside everything turned up.
“Fuck you thinking about? We just squashed a lot of shit earlier. You was
talking like you wanted to make it work. Now you popping yo ass like a two
cent hoe.”
I pressed my finger into his forehead. “Nigga, had you kept yo dick in yo
pants, we wouldn't be going through this bullshit. I stepped out tonight to have
a good time. Then, here you come with that drama. Plus, yo bitch is the one
snitching. That's why that ass just got whooped. I wonder did her dick suckers
tell you that.”
“Don’t get dragged. You really feeling yo’self.”
“Capone, get the hell outta my face.” I waved him off.
He stepped even closer. “Or what?”
“I promise you, you don't want these problems.” I moved to the side in an
attempt to leave the situation that was brewing. He grabbed me by the arm,
choking me lifeless. Out of nowhere his grip unloosened, and Trouble stood
facing him.
“Dude, ease up. You gon’ kill the girl doing all that.” Trouble’s tone
notified Capone that he wasn't feeling his crazy behavior. The nigga was
wilding out on me.
“Mothafucka, you gotta be losing yo rabbit ass mind to put yo hands on
me!” I hollered out. I wrapped one hand around my neck and rubbed it. I knew
Capone could act an ass but now he was downright ignorant as hell. To hit me
was the ultimate disrespect and I wouldn't be tolerating the bullshit. I swirled
towards Trouble. “You better get yo boy before I kill him,” I advised.
Trouble tossed his hands in the air and hunched his shoulders before
crossing his arms standing there. I reached in the purse I was carrying and
upped my taser. I put it to side, which knocked him to the ground electrocuting
him. I kicked him merciless until Trouble grabbed me and carried my angry
body to the car. We pulled off leaving Capone behind.
The ride to Momma’s was very quiet except for the sound of the radio
playing. I made up my mind for the final time that I would walk away from
Capone’s life and teach him a lesson.
Can't Trust ‘Em
 Capone
I knew that I'd done some shady shit in the past to my girl, but I never thought
she'd flip the script like that. I guess all my dirt was coming back on me. I'd
cheated on her many times but I did it in a respectful way. It wasn't like I had
chicks in her face. Nah, it wasn't nothing like that. I thought about all of that as
I slid myself from the pavement with the help of a female stranger and a few of
her friends who were about to go in the club. The impact of the electric shock
slowly began to cease. I straightened my knees and made it to the whip.
Damn, Champagne snapped out and went ape on me! When I finally came
to I drove off and headed to Champagne’s mother ’s crib. I needed to see her. It
felt as if I was losing her. I had to gain my control back. I hit up KeeKee and
told her to meet up at my crib. I bust a U-turn in the middle of the street and
went back towards my pad. I silently drove while plotting up my next move. I
didn't trust Trouble no more. I'd known him for a long time but he crossed me
when he took my girl out without notifying me first. True, they'd been cool
with each other for a long time but he knew that he'd done me a dirty deal. The
bond that we shared was supposed to have been strong enough for him to never
cross that line.
I loved Champagne and I'd expressed my love for her to him on a bunch of
different occasions. Shorty was my heart. I took a deep breath and slowly let it
out. Every time I thought about Trouble my stomach cringed with fiery rage. I
mean, what the fuck was he doing out with my girl? Now I even started to
wonder whether he'd been trying to push up on my girl. I couldn't trust him as
far as I could throw him, which was one of my favorite sayings. I pushed on to
the crib and gathered a bunch of Champagne’s clothing up. I tossed it into the
trunk and backseat of my ride.
By the time I finished, KeeKee drove up. Regardless of how grimy she's
been lately, I wouldn't push her away because she was a team player. Fuck who
she issued the pussy out to, I focused more on my money that on her coochie.
Either way, I was done boning her raw. A matter of fact, from that point on it
would be strictly business.
 “What’s up, daddy,” she greeted as she stepped out the vehicle with a slight
limp.
“I need you to ride over here with me to Champagne’s mom’s house. I got
you. I ain'tgon’ nobody fuck with you.”
She turned her head sideways as if she couldn't understand what was up.
“For what? Uh-uh,Iain't fucking with her crazy ass tonight. You gotta handle
y'all issues in yo own.”
“Girl, I told you that you good. I wouldn't ask you to come through if I was
on some bullshit. Stop tripping.” I started my car and dipped out with KeeKee
on the passenger side. I thought it was time to shoot a little wisdom on her. “I
think you need to have an abortion. I mean, I know you pregnant.”
KeeKee’s eyes bucked. “How did you know that?”
“It ain't hard for me to find nothing out. I know that you don't know who the
daddy is too. And, I know my boy been hitting that but I ain't mad. At first, I was
kind of salty that y'all creeped behind my back but I know we living in a fucked
up world. All I want to do is keep getting money. I ain't ever smashing it no
more either.”
She began to cry. “I keep thinking about that. On one hand, I want the baby.
On the other hand, I am not stable and fit right now for that. I'm too deep in the
streets trying to chase all this paper out here. Later on when I settle down, I'll
get married and have a lil family.”
I pat her leg. “Really, I owe you an ass whooping but at the same time I
know you're in a fucked up situation. And on top of that, I can't be mad at you
when I'm hitting one of yohomegirls.”
KeeKee’s mouth opened wider than a drive-thru. I knew a while back about
her and Trouble but it stopped fazing me when I banged her homie out a few
times. What silly broads failed to realize was that when they bragged to their
homegirl about a niggas guap and dick, the homie will crave that man.
“Which homegirl?” she quickly questioned like I'd really tell her.
“It don't matter.”
“Are you serious?”
“I ain't got a reason to lie.”
She huffed. “You ain't shit.”
“Don’t go there. Fuck you thought?”
“You just a dirty dog.”
“Nah, see it was cool when my boy fucked you. Y'all thought I didn't know.
The streets listen and mothafuckas love to talk. It ain't hard to hear nothing.”
 “Okay, cool.”
I could sense an attitude but didn't care. She laid back in the seat and sat
quietly until we arrived at our destination. I handed her the keys to
Champagne’s car. “I need you to drive Champagne’s car back to the crib. I paid
for it, it’s in my name, and so I want it until she learns how to act like a wife,” I
stated adamantly.
“A’ight.” Right as KeeKee was saying that, Trouble and Champagne pulled
in right behind us. KeeKee got out, unlocked the doors with the keychain, and
plopped down on the seat. She started the whip and sat there. Hotter than a three
dollar pistol, Champagne hopped out of Trouble’s whip and stormed to her car
trying to unlock the door and banging on the driver ’s side window.
“Bitch, if you don't get out of my stuff I'm going to beat you until you shit
blood!” she threatened. She hit the window once more with a balled fist and
turned to me. “This is how you doing it now? You getting yo side bitches to
come and drive my car away?”
“I regulate shit, not you. You out partying and running around like a lilthot.
You don't wear the pants, I do.”
“Fuck you!”
I popped the trunk and started tossing her clothes out onto the ground. She
slapped me with a hard, Wham! I held onto the left side of my face before
grabbing her and holding her in a strong chokehold. “Stop putting yo hands on
me,” I growled. She wiggled, squirmed, and twisted trying to get out of the
locked tight hold that I had on her. Finally, she upped a foot kicking me right
in the dick as hard as she could knocking me down to my knees. I frowned and
bit down on my lip from the excruciating pain shooting through. I was bout
tired of her trifling ass. I tried to grab one of her feet, but she quickly jumped
back and kicked me in the back of the head. I'd fought niggas who were street
tough back in the days and none of them handled me the way Champagne was.
Shorty was a certified soldier. She grabbed a huge piece of broken sidewalk
from the side of the street and banged it repeatedly into the window smashing
the glass out. All I could hear was KeeKee hollering out saying, You crazy,
bitch! Ole girl was a savage. Eventually, she was able to unlock the door and
pulled KeeKee out by the collar.
“It seems like the more I beat yo ass, the more you want it beat!”
Champagne yelled out. Hearing the yelling and commotion, Champagne’s
mother pops up at the porch.
 “What in the hell is going on out here?” Champagne’s mom asked with one
hand on a hip wearing a blue gown that stopped at the knee with a black bonnet
on her hair.
“I’m sick and tired of this nigga and this tired ass bitch of his fucking with
me,” Champagne answered while dragging KeeKee down the street and
leaving her in a neighbor ’s yard.
“He brought his bitch to my house?”
“Hell, yeah. Talking about taking my car from me.”
The mother burst out laughing. “Well, you did right to put those karate
chops on their asses,” she agreed and went back into the house. Champagne
grabbed her clothes from the ground and tossed them on the porch.
“You good, bruh?” Trouble asked from his car.
“Man, fuck you. You just sat up there and let this broad kick me in the dick.
I'm cool on you, bruh.” Which meant I wasn't fucking with that nigga no more.
“That’s between y'all. I ain't putting myself off in that. That's hubby and
wifey business right there. Nigga, stop trying to beef with me because I ain'tyo
problem.”
“I guess you didn't feel like it was a problem when you fucked KeeKee
either. You ain't fam. Fam don't fuck behind fam. That's law. You just somebody
that I know. I'll never trust you again in life. And, that's on my momma’s head.
It's a wrap. Game over.”
Just as I thought, he hit me with a lie. He slow walked to where I was easing
from the ground. I couldn't let the clown get close to me without preparing
myself for a war. I never knew what to expect from a nigga out in the streets.
Plus, he was no longer considered family and I didn't ever want him back in
my circle. Lames like that would be the cause of me being knocked off my
square with that back biting and plotting shit. If I couldn't trust him with a piece
of my side pussy, I knew I couldn't trust him with my dope and dough. His true
being was being revealed.
“Fam, that bitch is lying. I ain't fucked that hoe,” he tried explaining.
“I’ve been knowing about it. I just didn't step to you about it. She ain't my
main girl and was only making my money and an easy fuck every now and
then. You ain't my fam, nigga. I treated you like a brother but you on some
Cain and Abel shit. Fuck out my face, boy,” I snapped.
He looked at Champagne. “You been running yo mouth?”
“Hell, nah. You ain't never got to worry about that,” she quickly responded.
 He walked back to his whip and pulled off speeding down the street like a
fool.Champagne’s mother came back outside except this time holding a long
butcher knife. “I want all you fuckas except for my daughter to get the fuck up
out my yard before I start gutting you like some damn fish,” she threatened
waving the big sword looking knife around.
“Lady, if you stab me with that you better make sure yo life insurance is
paid up.” I was fed up with the whole situation including her mama.
“You bet not be tossing threats at my damn momma, nigga!” Champagne
moved by about to go in the house. I met her face with a hard uppercut to the
chin knocking that ass out cold. I'd been giving her rainchecks on a knockout
punch since we were at the club. She hit the ground with a loud thud sound.
“Bastard, you hit my baby!” The mother ran up to me with the knife and
started waving it with a swift motion. The blade cut my shirt wide open.
“I know mothafuckin’ well you ain't cut me,” I said. Then I could feel
wetness dripping down my stomach area. The tip of the blade opened me up a
lil bit. Then there was stinging and burning shooting through my insides. Next,
I heard a loud boosh sound. The crazy heifer was busting my tires one by
one. “Aye, what the fuck you on?”
“Yeah, you didn't know ‘bout my gangsta side. You ‘bout to find out
though.” Boosh! Boosh! Boosh! I was on four flats. The loss of blood had
started to make me a lil weak. I held on to my stomach and with the last bit of
strength in me, I kicked the mother in the chin.
KeeKee kicked got her payback by kicking and punching Champagne while
she was out cold. I grabbed her and tossed her in the whip. “Chill the fuck out,”
I advised.
I drove straight through the yard in Champagne’s Camaro and then
whipped it into the street. I mashed out heading to the nearest hospital. Lately,
I'd come in contact with more violence dealing with Champagne’s dumb ass
than I'd ever encountered in my life. I pushed on until I made it. Glass was all in
KeeKee’s hair and blood droplets fell on the seat as I wheeled it. I parked
directly in front of the hospital’s emergency room door. As I was getting out, I
heard KeeKee moaning.
“Capone, I'm bleeding bad. I'm having a miscarriage.” I shook my head and
kept walking. Once inside, I told the front desk worker that KeeKee needed
help and so did I. Damn, we were both fucked up behind that one. That's why I
knocked Champagne and her meddling ass momma out.
From Bad To Worse
 KeeKee
A hospital employee swiftly wheelchaired me into my own small private room.
The hard cramps moved from my stomach to the coochie hole. I already knew
I was losing my baby. I was sitting in a pool of blood. I made up my mind that I
was finally done dealing with Capone and his fuckery. From that day forward it
was fuck Champane, fuck Capone, and fuck Trouble. I wasn't feeling none of
the bitches. I had big plans on running my own shit. Fuck being on a winning
team. I'd ride it out solo and still get money. I gave a nurse my information and
a doctor soon came in to examine me.
The mid-thirties aged doctor performed a thorough check up on me. I was
asked to take off my clothes, put on a gown, and empty my bladder. I was told
to open my legs wide while Doc examined me.
“Ms. Keeyanna, I'm sorry to tell you but you've had a miscarriage. We will
need to perform a D&C to remove the fetus,” Doc calmly stated after checking
me out real good.
I only shook my head in agreement. I didn't feel any type of sadness
because God knew what was best. I'd gotten so caught up in my bullshit that I
didn't even know who the pappy was no way. After today, I learned a valuable
lesson about no good fuck niggas. Never again would I trust or get myself
tangled up with a man who didn't give a shit about me.
“I hope it doesn't take long,” I said to Doc.
“It normally only takes ten or fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, I'm ready.” I held my stomach and rubbed up and down it. It hurt
like hell. I closed my eyes and hoped it would soon be over. The nurse asked a
complete history questionnaire. I was then asked to sign a consent form. I blew
out a long sigh and rolled my eyes. Mothafuckas started to get on my last nerve
looking at my pussy, asking crazy questions, and making me sign a bunch of
dumb paperwork.
“Keeyanna, I need you to lie on your back and place your legs in stirrups
like during a pelvic exam.” I was given an epidural to numb me from the waist
down. I saw some kind of tool entering my hole. “I’m entering a speculum
into the vagina and holding it in my place with a clamp,” he went on to
explain. “I’ve also cleansed the cervix with an antiseptic solution.”
I only shook my head okay.
“I will dilate the uterus and then scrap the lining.”
Once everything was over, I called Uber to take me home. Back at my
place, I cried like a baby. Here I was, alone and feeling like a big hunk of shit.
All of it was depressing. I called up a big time Floridian plug named Jose. He
answered on the first ring.
“Hola, beautiful woman,” he greeted.
“Hey, there. I need to chop it up with you on the business tip.”
“Come to my spot and we can talk.”
“I just got out the hospital. I can't until next week but I need you to put me
on. You know I'm good for it.”
“I can come to your pad if it's okay with you,” he suggested with a heavy
Spanish accent.
“That’s fine. I'll text you the address. Holla at me when you get outside.”
“See you in a few.”
I clicked him off to end the call. I'd known Jose a long time. We went all
the way back to my middle school days. He was one of the most notorious drug
lords in Florida. In school, he was very quiet, meek, and humble. He wasn't one
of the ruthless kids nor did he run with a crowd. He had older brothers who
pushed dope, drove fancy whips, and kept a few bad bitches on lock. So, it
didn't surprise me one bit when I heard that Jose pushed weight too. Even now,
he spoke in a calm tone and didn't go out causing problems. Nevertheless,
niggas knew he had pull and would call the goons to handle his light weight.
We'd always been super cool though. He respected my hustle to the fullest and
vice versa. I popped a pain pill and before I knew it, I'd fallen to sleep. Shortly
after, I heard two hard knocks.
I slowly rose while looking down at my cell. I noticed I'd missed five calls,
all from Jose. I peeped out of the blinds and saw him standing there wearing all
American Fighter gear. He still looked the same with a small frame, dark black
hair, fair milky skin, and a bossed up attitude to match his eye appealing looks.
“What’s up wit’ it,” I greeted with the proper handshake.
“Girl, I haven't seen you in forever.”
“I know.”
“What’s popping?”
 “Sit down so we can chop. I got so much shit going on right now.” I pointed
to the sofa to offer him a seat. Seeing him seated in my living room brought
back old memories of our school days. I was proud of how far he'd come up in
the game. He was even crushing on me back then. In my head, I giggled about
it. Now he ran a huge drug empire and was king of the city.
“Let’s talk. I know you didn't call me all the way over here for nothing.” He
gave me a slight smile as he sat back on the sofa to get comfortable.
Now it was my turn to tell him what was up. “I need you to put me on. I'm
about to start doing my own thing. I ain't clicked up no more. I'm gonna build
my own team, but for now I'm riding solo.”
“Tell me what you need and I got you. I'll hook you up for the low but only
because we go way back. The price I'll give you ain't for everybody.”
“That’s what's up. I need two bricks and I'll take it from there.”
“I’ll have it ready for you within the next hour.”
“I just miscarried so I won't be able to come get it right now.”
“I can have my people to bring it to you if that's more convenient. I'm
trying to get rid of the last ones I got. Then, I'm chilling and going to vacation
out of town. I need to clear my mind every now and then. You should know
how that goes.”
“Trust me, I do.”
I kicked back on the recliner with my legs propped up. This was just what I
needed in order to get back to the money.
“Make sure you have my dough when they come through.” Jose gave me a
very reasonable price too. I couldn't do nothing but smile.
“I got you, bruh.”
He stood up to leave. As he walked away he said over his shoulder, “Don’t
wait so long before I see you again. You holla at me every blue moon. You
gotta stop that.”
“I will. You'll be hearing from me more now cause I gotta get back on top
of my game.”
“Alright. Good deal.”
Jose walked out of the door and went on. A few seconds later, I heard more
knocks. “What did he forget?” I wondered out loud to myself. I looked out and
caught a glimpse of Jose driving away. My friend Envy stood at the door.
“Bitch, I see you. Open up the damn door,” Envy playfully said.
“Chile, you know I'm gonna let you up in here.” I was playing back real
dry.
 I opened up. She looked me from head to toe. “What’s wrong with you?”
she asked after seeing the grouchy look on my face. Envy was the same chick
who was at the club with me earlier when I got into it with Champagne. We'd
been homegirls for over ten years.
“Shit, really. Capone had the nerve to tell me that he's been fucking one of
my friends but wouldn't say which one.”
“You hang with too many stripper bitches so ain't no telling which one he
messed with.”
“You think its Cinderella or Pocohontas?”
She smacked her lips. “Hell if I know.”
“It's probably one of those bitches. I better not find out who it is cause I'm
gon’ em to sleep,” I hinted although I felt it was highly unlikely that Envy
would cross me like that. She's never given me a reason not to trust her.
She waved me off. “You need to stop hanging with those dirty rats.”
Being a former stripper, I still kicked it from time to time with a few chicks
who were still dancing. At times, I felt like going back to the pole but at the
same time I felt like that was beneath me now. I didn't have to get naked for
perverted niggas. Instead, I knew how to move work and get paid way more
money.
“I don't know but when I find out, I'm popping me a hoe on sight.”
“He is wrong for saying some mess like that.”
“He wasn't lying though. He knows all of my business. Sometimes I run my
mouth to the wrong bitches. From now on, my business will be my business. I
can't trust these folks. I lost my baby today so I'll be making a lot of changes in
my life.”
“Damn, how that happen?”
“Fighting with Champagne.”
“You ought to leave that no good nigga alone,” Envy advised. “Anyway,
did you hear about Money?”
“Nah, what happened?”
“He got robbed and killed after he left the party.”
“Whaaat?‼” I couldn't believe the words I just heard.
“Yep, that right there got everybody spooked out.”
“I wonder who murked him?”
“I have no idea. Just be careful.”
“I will.” I sat there quietly. Truth be told, I really believed he was who my
baby was by. The Lord knew what was best for me. That's why I had the
miscarriage.
“I need to use your bathroom,” Envy said.
“You know how to get to it.”
She went in the bathroom and shut the door behind her. While I sat there
trying to marinate the fact that Money was gone, her iPhone vibrated. I got up
to take it to the bathroom door so she could answer. I peeped down at the
screen and I'll be damned if it wasn't Capone calling. The Caller ID picture was
one of him standing up shirtless.
I answered mad as hell. “What the fuck you want?” I asked through
clenched teeth.
“Who this?”
“KeeKee, bitch.”
All of a sudden, the phone hung completely up.
No good slimy back biting bitch! I could wait for her to come out of my
damn restroom. I figured that would take too long so I knocked as hard as I
could. She opened it up and all I could smell was the ugly bitch’s shit as she sat
on my toilet. I widened the door and started wailing on her.
“Leave me alone. You tripping! I ain't did nothing to you!” she hollered out
and held her hands up to block the blows.
“You fucking Capone! He just called yo phone, hoe!”
I grabbed her legs and dragged her to the living room, opened the front
entrance, and made her get out. She got up and walked outside and
asked, “Where’s my phone?”
I grabbed the phone off the floor and tossed it out onto the concreted
pavement. “Don’t you ever say shit else to me. Snake ass, bitch!”
“That dick is good, too,” she retaliated.
“Let’s see how good it is when you find out you got gonorrhea.”
“I ain't got no STD.”
“I got it, slut!”
She rolled her eyes and moved on. Yes, I'd found over a month ago that I
tested positive for a STD. I'd cleared it up but I'd already dealt with Capone
when I noticed the symptoms. If he gave it to the bitch, so what. Maybe she'll
think twice before fucking up behind me again. I let out a hard sigh. As much
as I tried to fight it, it hurt to my soul to know that my friend double crossed
me. I'd never trust another bitch or nigga. People weren't trustworthy nowaday.
I got some loud from my bedroom along with a cigar. I rolled up on the
sofa and got blazed off the weed. This was the only thing that seemed to calm
me down after the crazy week I was having. It was one thing happening after
another. I didn't know how much more I could take before I knocked a
mothafuckas head off. Then it hit me, I left my whip over at Capone’s house. I
must've been tripping off the anesthesia. Again, I hit up an Uber that popped up
at my spot shortly after. I got in a young black dudes Infiniti car and dipped.
My heart sank. I wondered whether Champagne’s mental ass bothered my shit.
Like, I'd never been in so much drama before with a man and his chick. Oh,
well I was done with Capone so the rest didn't matter. I gave the driver the
address to where I needed to go.
“A’ight, I got you.”
After about ten minutes I was at Capone’s crib. Thank the Lord in heaven
that my ride hasn't been touched. I eased down the street and noticed an
unfamiliar car did a quick U in the middle of the street. The dark black car
started to follow me. I looked in the rear view and shook it off as me being
paranoid. The car turned on a different street.
“Ooh, thank you Jesus. I guess I'm just ‘noid.” I exhaled and focused on the
highway. By it being night, I knew I'd better put all of my attention on the road.
I pulled over at a 24- hour fast food restaurant and ordered some food. I started
to get the munchies off the blunt I smoked earlier. As I ordered my food I
heard Pow! Pow! Pow! I ducked down on the seat wondering what the fuck had
just gone down. I screamed to the top of my voice and then waited to see what
else would jump off. The same black car that followed me fired off shots at my
whip. I heard it skid down the street. I eased my head up to make sure the coast
was clear.
“Ma’am are you okay?” The restaurant owner asked me out of the small
drive thru window.
“Yeah, I'm good.”
“I’m calling the cops. Stay right there,” she said.
I knew that wouldn't be happening. There was no way in hell that I’d stay
and talk to the popo’s. I masked out down the street. The whole ride home I was
scared to death. Somebody was out to kill me. It was no coincidence that
Money was killed now the shooters were after me is what I assumed. I'd never
been shot at in my entire life. So that was very scary. When I made it to my
place, I parked under the garage and pulled my toolie from the glove
compartment. I got out on pins and needles holding on to the weapon. I'd never
had to use it but that day could've been somebody’s opportunity for me to test it
out if they were hiding out in my crib. I inched my way through each room
checking it out. I looked in closets and underneath beds. I didn't see anybody. I
breathed in and out slowly to slow my heartbeat down. It was racing like a
Kentucky Derby horse. I moved into my bedroom and laid down on the pillow
top mattress.
“Bitch, you gon’ die tonight,” a voice spoke. A tall heavy set big dark
skinned dude
stood with a thick knife in his hand. He wore gloves and all black clothing.
I needed to think fast or my black ass would die. Then, it hit me who he was. It
was Envy’s brother. I heard she had a bunch of goons in her fam who would do
any and everything under the sun. “My brothers almost killed you at the drive-
thru tonight. We been scoping you out. I told ‘em to let me handle you.” He
eased towards me and began fumbling with his zipper. He planned to rape me. I
nervously reached for my gun behind me. Once I had a hold on it, the fear in
me caused my hands to tremble and shake. I pulled the trigger. Not a damn
thing happened. The heater was jammed.
“C’mon,” I talked to the gun. Bitch, don't fail me now, I thought to
myself. The intruder snatched the pistol and tossed it to the floor.
“I’m getting some of this pussy,” he informed.
Tears trickled down my cheeks. I was about to holler when he covered my
mouth. He snatched my legs open and yanked the sweat pants down. He climbed
his big porky the pig body on top of me. Ugh, nasty as hell, I thought to myself.
My shirt ripped wide open by his big yuck hands exposing nothing but titties.
He breathed heavily and breath smelled like food and garlic.
“Let me go,” I mumbled through his hands, kicking my legs. “I miscarried
and I'm spotting blood.”
“Stop before I kill you,” he threatened and ignored what I said.
I completely shut down. As much as I hated what was happening, I knew he
was determined to rape me. I closed my eyes and hoped it would soon be over.
I felt a teeny tiny pickle enter my coochie hole. He pumped fast while
squeezing one of my nipples. “It’s good,” he moaned and groaned. “You better
go get check when we done. I got HIV.”
My heart smashed deep into the pit of my stomach. I laid there and cried
like a baby. I'd done a lot of hurtful shit to people in the past, but I'd never want
to hurt anybody like that. Yeah, I had an STD but it damn sure wasn't AIDS or
HIV. He pumped harder and harder. Each pump pushed me further and further
off the bed. His closed eyes only thought about getting a nut and didn't realize I
was falling to the floor. BAM! I hit the floor with a thump. I slid faster than a
snake to the gun. I prayed it would shoot and shot. No bullet came out. I pulled
it again and POW! It hit him in the chest. POW! Another bullet smashed into his
face. He fell to the floor like a heavy bag of potatoes. I sat up breathing hard
and dialed up 9-1-1. I promised myself that I'd get at Envy. That bitch was a
dead woman walking.
I Gotta Leave These Hoes Alone
 Capone
As I lay in the hospital bed after getting stitches, I couldn't help but think about
all the craziness taking place in my life. I'd basically lost my woman, best
friend/homie, and found myself in a hospital room looking at the four walls. It
was crazy how life could switch up on you without giving any type of warning.
The nurse there told me that I'd most likely be discharged the following day.
Basically, the hospital wanted to observe me closely before sending me home. I
was stressed out to the max with different bullshit popping up all the time.
Real talk, I was happy to have the alone time to think some things out. My
relationship with Champagne wasn't getting no better. I couldn't believe that her
mother stabbed me. Little did they know, that was the wrong move to make and
I wasn't gonna let it ride either. I always tried to get along with Champagne’s
mom. For special holiday’s I’d let Champagne pop bands on expensive gifts
for her mother. I paid for out of town trips, and put the down payment down on
a brand new whip for her ungrateful ass. Now, here I was laid up with stitches
to my stomach because those two bitches went stupid. It was all good though.
I'd handle that situation in due time.
I'd gotten a call a few minutes earlier from an associate telling me that my
nigga Money was killed. It seems as though my whole team was having bad
luck left and right. I dropped my head thinking about his kids and how much I
knew they'd miss their dad. He was a real one. We weren't close like I was to
Trouble but we hung out a few times and smoked one. He didn't deserve that
shit. Our relationship was mostly on the business tip but neither one of us
hesitated to call the other if anything popped off. I shook my head thinking
about the few times I did chill with him. He'd always find a way to crack jokes,
hype up the conversation, and loved making people laugh. He wasn't a selfish
person either. He'd spread his money out through his family making sure his
mother and kids were taken care of. It always seemed like the good ones would
die first. I silently said a prayer for my boy and his family. Right after I
finished a call came through on the cellie. It was Envy calling to give me the
skinny on what went down between her and KeeKee like I really cared about
that. I shrugged my shoulders and remained mute.
 “Hello?” she said.
“I’m still here.”
“Why you ain't saying nothing?”
“I don't know what you want me to say. Ain't neither one of y'all my woman
so I ain't got my ass on that right now,” I shot back.
“Well, I can be yo woman. I'm not her friend no more and you know I've
always had a big crush on you plus, I love yo doggie style,” she uttered
sounding like a thirsty thot.
“Nah, I'm cool. We wasn't nothing but fuck buddies.”
“Oh, so now you gon’ clown me like I didn't mean shit to you!”
“Girl, get the fuck off my line.” I gave her the click up.
A text came through saying, “I’m gonna get somebody to get at you”.
I disregarded it. I wasn't worried about what she was talking about. I didn't
know whether the broad was on dope or just plain stupid to think I'd make her
my main squeeze. She was nighttime pussy only cause she damn sure wasn't
eye candy. I wouldn't have been seen at the zoo with her. I heard loud talking
and soon my door swung wide open. My mother walked in first with my
grandmother following behind.
“Boy, what have you gotten yourself in this time?” she wanted to know. My
mother stood 5’9, slender, smooth cinnamon brown skin, and long silky black
hair. I had more of her features than my father ’s. My grandmother on the other
hand was a short woman with grayish colored hair and hazel colored eyes. She
was a loving soul with a lot of spunk. They both were the loves of my life and
always had my back whether I was right or wrong. They'd be there.
“I’ll be alright, Momma. Y'all ain't got to worry about me,” I told her.
“Hush your mouth with that foolishness. I'll always worry about my child.”
“That’s right,” Grandma co-signed and took a seat while Momma sat down
on the bed.
“Now, tell me who messed with my baby,” Momma softly grilled.
“I got into with Champagne and Ms. Alicia stabbed me.”
“That old goat. I'll put my foot down her throat and make her shit my shoe
out!” Momma threatened.
“Nah, let me whoop her ass,” Grandma put her two cents in. “I’ll beat her
like she stole my last two dollars.”
“I got this, Momma,” my mother turned and said to Grandma who had her
lip balled up from anger.
 “I ain’t tripping out that right now. I’m just ready to go home.” I looked
over at the IV machine. “They put that there to give me some fluid. I was
dehydrated real bad too and I lost a good bit of blood.”
“I can take care of you at home,” Momma suggested. “I’m getting you up
out of this hospital right now.” She looked around in the hall and came back
in. “I didn't see a nurse.” She pressed the call light and told the lady that she
needed to see a nurse immediately.
A nurse presented herself shortly after. The African American young
woman wearing an Afro puff smiled. “Yes, I'm his nurse,” she informed
Momma.
“I’m going to take my son home and nurse him back to health.”
With a surprised look she her head. “I can start his release paperwork
however, I have to tell you this. If anything happens when he leaves the hospital
won't be held responsible. I'll also need him to sign the proper documents
saying he left without the doctor ’s consent. It's his choice, I only have to
inform you about the rules.”
“I’m a nurse too, sweetheart. I know all about that.”
“Okay, great. Give me time to get the paperwork together after I do my
rounds and I'll be back.”
“I don't have a degree in nursing but after having seven babies, I think I'm
capable of doing anything,” Grandma said to the young woman.
“I’m sure you're right about that.” She politely gave a cute smile and left
out.
I laid my head back on the pillow. I thought it was a good idea for Momma
to takecare of me until I got back on my feet. See, that's why I loved her so
much. She and my dad separated when I turned thirteen. They divorced by the
time I was fourteen. Nevertheless, he was a good dude. It wasn't like I didn't
have a father figure growing up. Nah, Daddy was always there for me. He
eventually remarried and his wife gave birth to a son who’s now a young teen.
Every school year, Christmas, and birthday we’d hit the mall up. There was
nothing I would do for him. I made sure, lilbruh was stylin’ on the girls in his
tight gear.
Speaking of Dad, he showed up later with his wife by his side. When they
walked in, Momma’s whole attitude suddenly changed. Deep down inside, I felt
she still had a lot of love for him. Pops stepped to the bed in a neatly pressed
linen shirt and matching pants with a neatly trimmed thin beard favoring the
actor Denzel Washington. Dude loved to dress. His wife wore a blue jean dress
with a pair of brown clogs. My stepmother was in her early forties with long
hair and a nice toned figure.
Honestly, I think Momma silently hated on her. I could feel her pain though.
She once loved him and tried her best to work it out, but they eventually gave
up. Dad worked a lot and barely spent time at home. Mom wanted to see him
more. So, it was best that they separated from one another instead of bickering
every single day.
“Hey, son,” he greeted. Momma moved out the way, folded her arms, and
mean mugged the wife.
“Sup, Pops.”
His wife spoke too and cut her eyes over at my mother. I could tell she felt
uncomfortable with Momma and Grandma being in there.
“Is she yo wife?” Grandma’s nosey-self asked.
Dad turned around. “Yes, this is my wife,” he acknowledged.
“Oh. She looks young enough to be your daughter. I didn't know you
robbed the cradle.”
“I didn't. She's ten years younger but very mature and stable. That's why I
married her,” Dad defended.
Mom snickered.
Grandma examined the wife from head to toe. “I like yo shoes. Boy, they
sharp,” she complimented.
“Thank you. They were actually a gift from my husband.”
“Well, he picked out a cute pair.”
“I’m going to give you all your privacy,” Momma said and looked at
Grandma as if that was a hint for her to remove herself from the room too.
“Go on. It was hell for me to make it to this room. I did a lot of walking. I
ain't getting up til it's time to go. Damn that,” Grandma spoke. “You go on.”
“I’m going to the cafeteria.”
Grandma hopped up like a frog. “I’ll go to the middle of nowhere if they
serving food.” She chuckled. “Let’s go eat.”
They left out. “I’m glad you're okay, son,” Daddy said.
“Me too,” my stepmom added. She sat where Grandma was seated earlier in
a chair alongside the bed. “I hope you'll be going home soon. Your brother
asked us to tell you that he's praying for you.”
“Tell him I appreciate that and much love.”
“What happened, anyway? You mind telling me?” Daddy asked.
 “My girl’s momma cut me because I was beefing with her daughter.” I sat
upright in the bed a little. “Pops, I looked out for both of them on the money
side. I messed up doing a lil dirt, but that didn't mean I didn't have love for
Champagne.”
“Son, I have to give you a scripture. This is the only way for you to
understand.” He looked over at his wife. “Pass me your bible.” She reached
into the purse and upped it. Daddy reached out for it and flipped through the
small purse sized bible. “Son, proverbs 18:22 says that he who finds a wife
finds a good thing and obtains favor from the LORD.” He closed the word of
God but held on to it. “In order to have God’s favor over your life you have to
be able to respect and love the woman who you've chosen because she is a gift
to you from the Almighty.”
“I know. I wanted to wife her one day. All she had to do was let me get the
streets out of my system.”
My stepmother cut in. “Stepson, a woman loves reassurance. We want to
know that a man is devoted, cares, and loves us without a doubt. You can't
allow her to feel second in your life. Money won't heal pain and strong
insecurities that have developed from mistrust.”
“I paid the bills. She didn't have to work. I gave her a better life.”
“See, it's more that she needs besides a bill payer. She can get a job and pay
her own bills. The young lady wants and needs love. She wants to feel
protected, start a family, and know that you genuinely care. Those things can't
be bought.”
I shook my head in agreement. Hearing it from a woman’s perspective
made it clearer. I did love Champagne. Right then, we needed or space and I
knew I'd never be cool with Ms. Alicia again. Only time would tell whether our
relationship would be able to withstand the test of time.
“If you truly love Champagne, you'll find a way to make things work. Ask
God to guide you. He will help you to make the best decisions,” Daddy advised.
He put his hand on my shoulder. “We will be praying for you.”
My stepmother gave me a hug. “Stay strong.”
They said their goodbyes and went out of the door. When the nurse
returned with the discharge forms, she asked me to sign. I signed my name on
a few sheets of paper. “I’ll need to give you instructions on caring for your
wound. You'll need to clean your hands thoroughly before touching the area,
apply clean dressings along with an antibiotic, and put the old dressings in a
plastic bag. You then need to throw it in the trash and re-wash your hands.”
 By the time she finished, Momma and Grandma came back. “He’s free to
leave,” the nurse happily said to the both of them.
“Well, praise God,” Momma responded. The nurse along with Momma and
Grandma helped to put my clothes on. I thanked God for my two wonderful
queens who loved me unconditionally. I had no idea what the future had in
store for me and Champagne. All I wanted was peace. I could do without the
excess stress. Once inside the car, I silently sat on the front seat thinking and
wondering what my next move would be while Momma and Grandma talked to
each other.
Grandma reached her hand from the backseat and touched my
shoulder. “It’s going to be alright.”
I nodded okay. I noticed that Momma was headed in a different direction
than how I normally went to the crib. She bust a left followed by a quick right,
called somebody on the phone telling them to come out the house, and finally
my suspicions were confirmed when we got closer and closer to Champagne’s
mother ’s crib.
“I don't want to come back over here,” I told Momma. “I ain't wit’ it.”
Ignoring the statement she still parked alongside the street. An old dude got
out of his truck and moved along into the house. Soon Ms. Alicia and
Champagne stormed out.
Momma rushed out the car faster than the speed of lightening. “You didn't
have no business getting in grown folks business,” Momma unleased.
“Looks like all hell is ‘bout to break loose,” Grandma said followed by a
chuckle.
“Grandma, tell her to come on so we can go,” I told her.
“I’ll try.” She exited the back seat. “Chile, get yo ass in this car. Let's go!”
“You best to listen to yo daughter,” Ms. Alicia advised Momma.
Champagne only stood there looking. She slowly made her way to the car
and stared at me. I put a hand up to my face. I didn't feel like being bothered.
“If you ever cut my son again, I'll kick yo ass into a new century. You don't
know who you're messing with!” Momma warned. She and grandma got back
into the car. Momma flew down the street like a bat out of hell. Damn, I just
wanted to get home.
Scared As Hell
 KeeKee
The obese lifeless body of the rapist laid on the floor. My intruder ’s eyes
rolled to the back of his head with his mouth hanging wide open. Cherry-red
blood surrounding his corpse. I couldn't stop shaking while the police
questioned me. Crime scene investigators took pictures and gathered
fingerprints.
“Ma’am, we will need you to go down to the hospital and do a rape kit,” the
Caucasian female police made known.
“Okay,” I agreed while crying my eyes out. I didn't regret shooting the fat
black bastard. It just scared the shit out of me. He came in my house, raped me,
and violated in every way possible. I felt like a dirty rag. The mothafucka
deserved to be laying out with his mouth gaped wide open. This was the first
time in my life that I'd ever been through something like that. True, I'd fucked
my share of niggas in the past but it was my choice. Nobody forced me to give
up the pussy.
“Is your gun registered?” the same cop asked.
“Yes.”
With gloves on a member of the C.S.I. team immediately picked the gun up
and put it in a Ziplock bag. When all the evidence was gathered, they put the
rapist on a gurney with white sheets covering the body. After a couple of
hours, I was allowed to lock my house and proceed to the police car. The
officer drove me to the hospital. I was taken into a small room. A nurse
brought in a rape kit with a number on the outside of it. I was there for a total
of four hours while they took pussy pictures, swabbed, asked a billion
questions,and pricked my vaginal area. They would try to match the DNA with
his. After all of that was over, the police placed me in another small room for
questioning.
I felt as if I was on the television show The Next 48. The detective walked
in with broad shoulders and closed the door behind him. His tall frame, small
eyes, dark blackberry skin tone, and deep voice didn't intimidate me one bit. I
knew I had to remain confident. In addition to that, I hadn't done shit to be
scared. Dude came in on me trying to get some pussy.
 “I’m Detective Amos Lewis. I need to ask you some questions concerning
the death of Elijah McGivney,” he said and sat down.
“Okay, that's cool.”
“Tell me what happened today in details.”
“I just came back from the hospital for miscarrying when I saw him
standing in my room with a knife. I grabbed the gun from behind me as I was
laying in the bed and pointed at his head. The gun jammed up on me. He took
advantage of that and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me. He pulled my
pants down and started raping me. He stroked me so forcefully that I ended up
falling off the bed. By the gun being on the floor, I snatched it up and fired off.
And, that's how it went down,” I informed and acted it out as I told it.
“Do you know the deceased person?”
“No, I've never had any kind of dealings with him. He overstepped his
boundaries by even being in my house uninvited so at this point I don't care
who he is.”
“Yes, I understand that. Have you ever seen this man before today?”
“No.”
“What did he say when he stepped into the room?”
“I can't really remember it word for word but he basically told me that he
was there to hurt me and to shut up before he killed me.”
He shook his head. “Did he say anything else?”
“He told me that he was infected with HIV.”
He nodded his head. I burst out into tears. The very thought of that fat fuck
giving me a deadly disease sickened me. I wanted to murk him all the way over
again.
“Did you tell the person who performed your rape kit that?”
“Yes, they did a HIV test on me.”
“We will hope for negative results.” He handed me a few Kleenex.
“Thanks.”
“I have no choice but to let you go home. You gave a statement on what
occurred and you've cooperated with us. If we need further info you've
provided a contact number. I'll holler at you if anything else pops up.”
I left out of the station and a cop took me back to my crib. Outside of my
house, a news crew stood doing a report on what happened earlier. I covered
my face with my hands and ignored the questions a few reporters shouted out. I
walked in and damn near collapsed to the floor. The house now reminded me
of how fucked up my life had become. I'd had enough drama to last for
eternity.
I dropped to the floor boo-hooing like a baby. I'd killed a man and it was all
because his bitch ass sister turned from a friend into a snake. Envy would pay
for what she was taking me through. If her brother had HIV, I'd double the
punishment. She wasn't going to walk around without suffering the
consequence of playing with my man or my life. I sat there in deep thought,
contemplating on how I'd fuck her up. Payback was coming whether she knew
it or not.

***

Heavy liquor, smoking loud, and listening to gangster rap convinced me to

handle mine. I crept past Envy’s crib at a snail’s pace. I noticed her car parked
outside. So, more than likely the hoe was at home. I moved on by and parked
the whip at a nearby dilapidated building. A few fiends walked the streets but
otherwise there was no heavy traffic. Dressed in black wearing a hoodie and
rocking shades with black gloves, I moved through the dark street to
accomplish a mission.
I walked to the back of her crib and took notice of a cracked out piece of
glass in the bathroom window. Being that the house has been built in the early
60’s, I knew I'd find a way to slide right in there. Then too, I'd heard her
constantly complaining about how raggedy the house was and how the slum
lord wouldn't fix nothing. I used my car key to knock enough of the thin glass
out to unlock the window.
After unlocking it, I crawled through. I could hear a loud television
playing. I peeped in several rooms with the burner in my hand. I eased open the
main bedroom door. Envy laid in the bed with an entire empty bottle of
prescription pills on the nightstand along with a cup of brown liquor. I hated
that the bitch made it so easy for me to murk that ass.
Envy looked up at me with tears falling from her low eyelids. She was
higher than The Statue of Liberty. “Bitch, you killed my brother,” she slurred.
“Yep, now I'm coming for you. You betrayed me in every way possible. I
don't know if yo brother gave me HIV or not. Either way, you'll die before I
will.” With a silencer over the barrel of the gun, I eased down on it. Two shots
to the dome and chest took care of her. The cops might've taken one weapon
but little did they know, a goonnette like me stayed ready for war.
 I walked away from the house with a pleasant smile plastered across my
face. Bitches should've been prepared before coming for me. This was only the
beginning for me. I was more than prepared to murk again. Once in the car, I
put the pedal to the medal. If I had an incurable STD, I had nothing to live for.
In addition to that, the nurse also advised me that it was too early to tell whether
he transmitted it to me. I would have to come back in six months to determine
if it was in my blood stream. Life was so fucked up and it seemed like it
wouldn't get any better. I was in fuck the world mode.
Saying Goodbye To A Soldier
 Capone
Three days passed before it was the day of Money’s funeral. I found a park and
got out of my ride in a black Giorgio Armani linen set with a pair of black and
gray Gucci loafers. A crowd of people gathered together to celebrate the life
of a real nigga. I walked into the large sized church and viewed the body.
Money laid there and appeared to be resting with no worries in a gold suit
that matched the gold colored casket. It's being a street nigga myself, the fact
that somebody murked him and nobody knew nothing kinda had everybody
spooked out. I moved further along and sat down towards the back of the
church. I spotted Trouble sitting beside Champagne a few seats in front of me.
Pretty soon Money’s children, mother, and his girl strolled in. They sat
down on the front row right in front of his lifeless body. I held back a few
tears. It was never easy burying a homeboy. I saluted Money because he came
from nothing and made a name for himself out in the streets. He owned a club,
car detail shop, and a skating ring. When he ate, his team ategood too. He was
cool people. I couldn't grasp the fact that somebody took him out like that.
Over the years, that's all I'd seen though. I should've been used to it but I wasn't.
The funeral procession started with a church filled to capacity with people
there to honor and celebrate the life of a street boss. As I sat there, I thought
about my lifestyle. I was in too deep to stop now. I didn't know what it was like
to work a regular job clocking in on somebody's clock. Eventually though, I
knew there was a possibility that I could fall victim to the streets. The closing
of the casket interrupted my thoughts.
A preacher who appeared to be in his mid50’s, stood up and began to
preach. “Family, friends, and dearly beloved. We are here today to celebrate the
home going of an unselfish family oriented man who loved unconditionally.
His life was cut short by gun violence however, he put his mark on the world
through his acts of kindness. This is a cruel world but we have to live each day
as if it's our last.” The preacher went on to encourage the mourners to give
their lives to God. I heard a few people gasp for breath as they turned around
to the back of the church. Concerned, I twisted my neck and was shocked to see
what popped off. Three masked individuals held machine guns. The preacher
stopped speaking and stood there gazing at the gunmen.
“I want all yo jewelry and money,” one of the men announced who was the
tallest of the three. “Don’t play no games with me either or I'll Swiss cheese
this mothafucka,” he warned. People were tossing their jewelry and money into
the aisle. The dude snatched purses, chains, and bossed people to take off their
rings while one of his partners swooped the other valuable property from the
floor. To let us know that they meant business, the shortest masked man let off
a few rounds to the ceiling right before he shot at the casket.
“Fuck that bitch nigga!” the shooter yelled out. The preacher fell back from
the pulpit landing on the floor with his robe soaking wet with blood. Women
screamed to the top of their voices, people ducked underneath the benches. The
females went hysterical. I spotted Champagne looking directly at me. Her eyes
were filled with fear and confusion. A huge piece of the ceiling tumbled to the
floor with a hard thump injuring Money’s mother and one of his kids. The
gunman chuckled about it and all three dipped out. A few people ran to aid the
preacher and others who'd been injured. The whole church was in an uproar.
Shortly after, sirens could be heard. Police quickly surrounded the entire
building. Three people left out on stretchers. The paramedics said that
Reverend Brooks was D.O.A., which meant dead on arrival. A gunshot wound
to the chest killed him. I sat there praying for Money’s family and the
preacher ’s loved ones. I didn't want to stick around much longer. Shit had
gotten cray cray as hell.
Once the police finished questioning people and the detectives did their job,
we were able to leave and I got ghost. I didn't want no more parts of that. On
the way home, I kept thinking about the gunmen and how dirty it was to
disrespect Money’s funeral. Man, nobody was safe nowhere. It wasn't even safe
to go into the House of The Lord. I kept puzzling my brain trying to figure out
what kind of beef Money could've had to have niggas spazzing out that hard.
My mind quickly flipped to Champagne and Capone too. It seemed as
though they were fucking. I was aware that we all kicked it together and treated
one another as fam, but I wasn't feeling it. I turned up the radio and cruised on
to my mom’s place. The minute I made it, I rolled up some loud. It was the only
thing that somewhat calmed my nerves. The smoke clouded the air around me
as I laid back on the seat. I smoked until my eyes hung low. I reached under the
seat and grabbed the steel. With it in hand, I got out and went into my mom’s
place.
 Momma sat in the living room watching TV. My grandmother was quilting
on the sofa. They both turned around and looked at me. The expression on my
face must've said it all. “What’s the matter with you?” Momma
questioned. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“Some niggas came in and shot up the church. The preacher died. Money’s
momma and a few others left out on stretchers.”
“They shot his mother?” she went on to ask.
“One of ‘em shot at the ceiling and it came down on her. They had machine
guns.”
Grandma stopped sewing. Her eyes grew bigger than two eggs. She placed
one hand over her heart. Momma told me to sit down and brought me an ice
cold soda from the fridge. The vibration of my cell caused me to look down at
it. It was KeeKee’s number popping up on the screen. She'd made the local
news a few nights ago after putting a bullet to one of Envy’s brothers. Word on
the street was that, he broke in to rob and rape her. I broke all ties with both of
the trifling bitches. I figured KeeKee must've been flossing in front of Envy
and telling how much guap she was bringing in for her to set it up like that. I
was done fucking with Envy. If she set her friend up to be robbed, I knew damn
well she didn't give a fuck about me. I wasn't taking any chances.
I got up and went into my old bedroom. “What the fuck do you want?” I
asked.
“I just heard that Money’s funeral got shot up. I was checking to make sure
you good.”
“Fuck what you heard. I ain't digging you. So, stop calling my phone.”
“Boy, ain't nobody checking for yo ass or nothing. I only called to make
sure you're okay.”
“I’m good,” I dryly replied back.
“Check this out...I think Envy and her brothers are behind all of it. Her
brother tried to rape me and—”
I cut her off mid-sentence. “I've already heard about it.”
“Whoever killed Money robbed him too. I think the dude I shot was going
to rob me too. And, I think she was messing with Money because she stayed
going to the club all the time. She said they were good friends.”
“Well, wasn't you fucking with Money on the side?” I asked. Yeah, Envy
told all of her business. For a while I knew the lowdown on KeeKee. I didn't
trip it like that because to me, she was only a fuck. It ain't like I was trying to
wife the bitch up. I learned a valuable lesson from it all. I wasn't going to ever
wild out and fuck broads without using protection again.
“Honestly, yeah I did a few times.”
“Well, whatever you and Envy beefing over, keep that shit between y'all. I'm
good over here.”
“I feel you. I was only looking out for you. That's it. Be careful and keep yo
banger locked and loaded. I'll fall back. You ain't got to ever worry about me
hitting yo phone up again.”
“That’s what's up.” I hung up in the dizzy hoe’s face. I sat there wondering
if KeeKee could've possibly been right about what she said. I didn't trust either
one of them. Hell, I didn't even trust Champagne anymore. I needed time to
think and regroup as I sat down at the door of the bed. In due time, I was going
to make a major move.
I called up a few boss niggas from The A who happened to be my first
cousins. I chopped it up with them and gave the business on the enemies that I
gained.
“It’s a wrap for ‘em, cuz,” my older cousin named Tez assured. Tez was
born and raised in the M.I.A. He moved away when he turned eighteen years
old. He owned a recording studio in Atlanta, Georgia. His younger
sibling “Shooter” was a well-known kingpin who lived a very lavish lifestyle.
We remained close throughout our entire lives. I was plugged in with one
of his Haitian connects who would get birds for the low. Florida kilos were
always cheaper because they were closer to the border. Plus, Tez fucked with a
few celebrities who he made beats for. Trust and believe, he got money and
was never scared to pull the trigger. I'd helped to put a few niggas to sleep in
the past who'd crossed Tez and Shooter. So, without a doubt I knew they'd show
me that same love that I'd shown them. I laid back on the bed while playing a
few games on my iPhone 7. All I wanted to do was relax my mind for a while.
While playing a game, I began to drift off to sleep. I slept like a baby knowing
that soon I would have no worries. My fam had my back.
Ain't Shit Going Right
 Champagne
The tables quickly turned on me. I found myself in the middle of a crossfire in
church while attending a funeral. Lately, I felt as if I was spinning around in a
washing machine. All of my dreams and expectations were crushed in a short
amount of time. I moved completely out of Capone’s house and in with my
mom. Momma had been a big help to me. I even grew to gradually start liking
Mr. James Espy the landlord and Momma’s boyfriend.
Momma and I sat at the kitchen table that afternoon sipping hot tea. I
grabbed the daily newspaper and began reading. The headline read “Woman
Kills a Home Intruder”. It was an article on KeeKee shooting and fatally
injuring a dude who came into her house. I sat there shaking my head. I figured
it was probably a nigga she must've been fucking with because she'd fuck a
snake it she figured it wouldn't bite her pussy.
“THOT,” I said out loud.
“Who are you talking about, girl?” Momma asked after taking a sip from
her cup.
“A chick who I see made the newspaper, that's all.” I sighed and then
giggled a bit. It never failed that people who did others wrong would soon be
wronged too. I was so interested in reading the paper that I didn't realize
Momma got up and answered the door. Trouble stood over me. “What’s up
with you?” I asked in a puzzled way.
“I brought y'all some lunch.” I then noticed a big bag in his hand.
I smiled. “Well, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He eased over and kissed me on the forehead. I looked up with surprise. I
blushed a little bit. “You’re too sweet.”
“I know.” Momma let out a chuckle. I opened the bag. There were two
extra-large cheeseburgers, fries, sodas, and cups of homemade vanilla ice
cream in there as well. I knew that he'd grabbed something to eat from a local
black owned restaurant. Their food was always poppin’. I grinned because he
knew exactly what I liked. He had been paying attention and I didn't even know
it. Capone, Trouble, and I visited the restaurant about three months or so ago. It
was one of my favorite spots and the delicious food hit the spot.
“You remembered where my favorite restaurant is, huh?” I asked.
“Yep, I even got extra mayonnaise added to one of them.”
“Ooh,” I cooed.
Momma and I sat there talking and eating with Trouble keeping us
company. It seemed like he was watching my lips move the entire time I ate. He
looked at me sipping, eating, and talking. I played it off as brotherly love. He'd
never crossed the line or got sideways with me in the past. We were just simply
cool with one another. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Those folks sure kno’ how to make a burger,” Momma bragged wiping
her mouth after getting so full she couldn't stuff herself anymore. “I think I'll
go lay down.” She thanked Trouble and walked into her bedroom closing the
door behind her.
“You look beautiful today,” he complimented.
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“I gotta tell you something. I look at you as apart of my fam and I would
never intentionally hurt you. You're the type of woman that I need in my life. I
ain't pushing up on you because I respect you. If you need anything, you know I
got you covered,” he released. He turned my head towards his. “If you were
mine, I'd never make you feel down.”
His lips softly pressed against mine. A heat wave moved through my clit. I
wrapped one hand around his neck as our tongues slid in one another ’s
mouths. I got lost in the moment and barely knew what to do. His strong arms
lifted me up from the seat and he wrapped them around my waistline. A slight
moan escaped from my lips. His warm peppermint breath turned me on even
more.
Once reality kicked in, I immediately stopped the kiss. I wiped my mouth
with the back of my hand. “We gotta cut this shit out,” I said but really I wished
that it would keep going. Inside, butterflies swarmed my stomach. I'd never
even wondered what it was like to make love or kiss Trouble. However, after
that incident I curiously questioned myself about his lovemaking skills.
He put his hands up as if he was surrendering. “My bad.”
I cleared my throat. “I think I'll take a nap. I'm tired.”
“If you need anything call me.” Trouble was about to walk off but paused in
his tracks and swirled around. “Maybe I'm wrong for what I just did, but I
couldn't help myself.”
 “It’s all good.”
Trouble grabbed my hand and kissed it. He walked away and left out of the
house. I caught my breath. My heart pounded, hands sweat, and kitty jumped
like a kangaroo. “He likes you, huh?” Momma asked standing there. She
startled me.
“Yep, he does. I've never looked at him like that though. I thought we were
just super cool friends. The whole time he must've been checking me out.”
“Apparently so.”
“I have been knowing it for a while.” Momma laughed. “Girl, I don't know
why you were acting slow like you couldn't catch a hint. He's been liking you a
long time. I saw it when you all were younger. He always called checking on
you, bringing you nice gifts, and I've caught him staring at you a few times.”
“Chile, I guess I wasn't paying any attention.”
I heard a car door close. I figured it must've been at the neighbor ’s house
across the street or next door to us. I stood and walked to the front entrance and
peeped from the blind. It was the landlord dropping by. I called out and told
Momma that Mr. Espy was outside. She came to the living room and let him in.
Seconds later, a vehicle whipped in directly behind Mr. Espy’s truck. I watched
the woman march to the house. I opened the door to see who she was. A florid,
corpulent woman stood in front of me with heavy breasts and an ample bottom.
Her chest mocked her stout frame. Her boobs looked like two large
watermelons.
“Who are you looking for?” I wanted to know.
“Tell Leonard to come outta this damn house,” she demanded. My eyes
rolled from the woman’s face down to her feet. She looked foolish wearing a
pair of black leggings with a too short t-shirt, which exposed the sagging
kangaroo pouch underneath.
“Who are you?” I frowned.
“I’m his goddamn wife!” The anger from within came out when she
hollered at me.
“Watch yo tone and hold on,” I told her. I hollered out for Mr. Espy who
had gone to Momma’s room with her.
“Yeah, what you need?” he asked.
“There’s somebody out here for you.” I didn't tell him it was his wife. His
cheating ass deserved to be put on blast.
When he strutted towards the front door, he damn near shit on himself. His
eyes looked like they were about to pop out of the sockets. “Wha-what-what
you doing here?” he stuttered.
“I tracked your location. I've been reading your text messages. You're
fooling around with a two timing bitch that lives here,” she went off.
“I got a-a-a- friend who lives here,” he tried to convince.
“Ain’t this one of yo rental houses?”
“Uh, yeah.” Mr. Espy moved me to the side. “Clareese, go home. Don't
come over here starting trouble,” he said to the wife.
“Don’t you dare touch me you old geezer.” The lady snatched her hand
back.
“Go home before I get mad.”
“I want you to get mad cause you better not try to do a damn thing to me.”
Momma popped up on the scene wearing a puzzled expression. “Lord have
mercy,” she let out after looking the wife up and down. “There’s an ape at my
doorstep,” Momma joked. Spit flew from my mouth the second she said it and I
hooped and hollered laughing.
“I’ll beat you down like an ape. Don't play with me you home wrecker.” She
stared at Momma real hard.
“I ain't playing. I'm dead ass serious. You look like a baboon’s asshole.”
Momma laughed at her own remark.
“I’ll whoop yo ass like a child,” the wife said. She leaped over Mr. Espy
and hit Momma in the face with a balled fist. That's when all hell broke loose.
“Oh, you just fucked up!” I yelled. Momma and I tag teamed that ass. I
grabbed her by the short weave she wore and bust her upside the head a few
times. Momma dragged her into the house, grabbed a flower vase, and rapped
her skull with it.
“Bitch, you got me fucked up!” Momma screamed out as she hit, kicked,
and fought the woman. When we both were out of breath, we stopped beating
her ass. Mr. Espy stood there hollering out for us to quit hitting her. “That hoe
better do a background check on me before bringing that ass over here trying
to clown!” she told Mr. Espy about his wife.
Mr. Espy helped the overweight woman from the floor. “I’m taking you
home.”
The wife gradually got up but right before she did, Momma gave her a
hard foot stomp. The woman bellowed out. Mr. Espy ordered Momma to
stop. “Alicia, cut this goddamn shit out!”
Mr. Espy and his wife walked out of the door. He drove her home. Momma
and I cracked up laughing. That was crazy as hell how that woman popped up at
the door with some bullshit about her old ass husband. Then out of nowhere, a
car full of females whipped up.
The driver hopped up followed by the other three. “I want the bitch who hit
my momma to come out!” The chick hollering looked exactly like Mr. Espy
and his wife. Her breasts hung down to her knees. She was a taller and uglier
version of her mother. I swallowed a huge knot in my throat. The bitches had
bats and sticks in their hands. They were prepared to go to war. I grabbed the
toolie from my purse and took off outside. The hoes were out there talking big
shit until they spotted the gun in my hand. “Keep popping off!” I warned. “I’ll
shoot one of you bitches!”
Momma took off to the room and came back out with her banger. She
aimed it at the tires on the car and pulled the trigger. She put two of the tires on
flat. Pow! Pow! Pow! The women started running down the street, scattering
like roaches. Fuck they thought? Momma and I were straight gangsta chicks.
One of the females ran so fast and hard that she dropped her bat on the ground.
We went right back in the house laughing our asses off. I bet those heifers
would think twice before running up again. I peeped out of one of the side
windows in the guest room. Mr. Espy’s big Amazon looking daughter could be
seen talking on her cell phone up the street.
Neighbors began to gather outside of their homes talking amongst one
another being nosey as hell. I didn't care because the wife had no right to pop
up at Momma’s spot trying to check her about Mr. Espy’s antique ass. I picked
up the phone and dialed a tow truck to get that car out of Momma’s yard. I was
sick and tired of unnecessary drama with different scandalous bitches. I let out
a long sigh and shook my head. I was fed up with hoes out in the streets.
Watching Out For The Haters
 KeeKee
I had been on edge ever since Imurked Envy’s brother. I couldn't sleep at night
and my doctor prescribed a medication to help me with anxiety. Plus, I smoked
weed 24/7 to ease my mind. People blew my phone up trying to reach me, but I
didn't trust nobody. In my eyes, everybody was suspect. I wasn't letting my
guards down again. People couldn't be trusted. I rubbed my belly as I thought
about the baby that I lost. I grieved over that a lot too. My thoughts lingered
back to the different events that took place over a very short period of time. I'd
lost my baby, lost my best friend, lost my friendship with two men, and body
bagged a fool for trying to catch me slipping.
Damn, everything was so fucked up. I took a deep breath and counted to ten.
I jumped up from the sofa and peeped out of the window. Paranoia had me
spooked the fuck out. I noticed the sun disappeared and had been replaced by a
full moon. Lately I got so lit off of weed that I didn't keep up with the time and
the days went by so slow. I sat back down on the sofa watching a movie. I
thought I'd heard a noise coming from the back area. I grabbed a knife from
the kitchen and slowly walked through the house checking every closet and
even underneath the beds. I didn't see nothing. “Dang, I'm tripping hard,” I
mumbled to myself. I walked back towards the living room area when I felt a
hard hit to the back of the head. Wham! I tumbled forward and held the back of
my domepiece.
I gasped when I saw the person who hit me. It was two of Envy’s brothers
standing there with furious expressions. The large dark skinned toned brothers
stared at me without blinking. I held onto the knife. “If y'all want money I'll
give it to you,” I tried to reason.
“Where is it?” The tallest one asked. He put the gun to my head and
wrestled me down and got the knife. He seemed to be the ring leader and called
all the shots. I easily led them both into my bedroom to a safe inside of the
closet. I pointed to the large object. He snatched it up and then pushed me
towards the bed. His large hand pimp slapped me. The dude pulled my pants
down while his accomplice pinned my arms down to the bed. I screamed and
tried my best to get away but I knew that wouldn't be happening. It would take a
miracle for me to be rescued or break free. “You thought we weren't gon’ kill
you? Bitch, you murdered our brother,” he griped.
Once again, there I was in the same situation all over again. He pulled his
dick out, put a rubber on, and pumped in and out of me. The sick son-of-bitch
put a hand around my neck and choked me out while screwing me. His big
gigantic hands squeezed until I started to gag. He stopped after seeing my eyes
roll to the back of my head. “Don’t die yet, bitch.” He flipped me over on my
stomach, tooted my ass in the air, and stuck me in the asshole.
“Oh, shit!” I screamed out. He pounded me out. It hurt like hell. A burning
sensation shot straight through me. His dick ripped my insides open. It felt like
someone poured gas down my asshole and put a match to it. I gritted my teeth
and hoped it would be over soon.
“Aargh.” He grunted really loud and then it was over. Well, at least I
thought it was over. Boy, was I ever wrong.
The other nigga strapped up and climbed on top of me. The second one was
on the quiet side. He pumped in and out with long strokes. He stared into my
eyes as he went in and out of me. He squeezed a titty. It hurt so bad but I didn't
say a word. The pain of the anal sex was enough to shut me up. I knew that
those two weren't playing any games whatsoever. He moved back and forth
before socking me right in the face. “This pussy ain't good as I thought it
would be,” he complained. It was the first time that I'd heard him say anything. I
closed my eyes. The stinging worsened in my eye where he socked me. “Fuck
this. Yo pussy ain't hitting on shit. Suck my dick,” he ordered. He pulled the
condom off and pushed his dick down my throat. I shook my head no. That's
when he hit me so hard I thought he'd knocked me into another state. He
snatched me out of the bed dragging me down to the floor and kicked me
merciless. I could feel my rib cage caving in. The pain hit me like a ton of
bricks. In order to attempt to survive I began sucking and slurping on him.
After a few minutes, he bust off in my mouth and made me swallow that
nasty shit. I noticed the main man get the knife that I had earlier in my
possession. He stuck it directly into my stomach at least eight times. They both
stomped me out. I began getting dizzy and it became harder and harder to catch
my breath. The loss of blood and severe puncture wounds caused my body to
weaken. I looked up at the ceiling and everything darkened. The whole room
looked like a dark tunnel. I knew that was it for me. I took my last breath on the
floor of my crib lying in a pool of blood. I'd done some unforgivable shit in
my days on earth but I'd never done a soul the way I'd been treated that night.
My eyes rolled up to the ceiling and all of the feeling in my body vanished. Just
like that, I drifted off into an unknown world.
Applying The Pressure
 Capone
Shooter and Tez popped up at the crib the following morning. I swooped the
morning paper up and went back into the house after greeting my fam. We sat
around in the living room area. I grabbed the newspaper and started reading. I
could hardly believe the front page story. KeeKee had been murdered in her
own crib. My thoughts jetted back to her telling me about Envy and her people.
Now I had to watch my back 24/7 cause shit was getting real. I tossed the paper
to Shooter. “What’s this, fam?” he asked.
“Check it out, bruh.” I dropped my head as I tried to absorb it all.
Associates and former team members were being knocked off the map. The
shit was getting closer and closer to home.
“Ain’t this the broad who used to move work for you?” Shooter asked
before handing it to Tez.
“Hell yeah.”
“Who you think behind it?”
“A broad called Envy. I ain't had no beef with her but word on the streets is
robbery is their motive. It's her brothers who jacking mothafuckas and
murking ‘em.”
“Damn, she doing it like that?”
“Thirsty ass broad.” Flipping the subject I spoke up on some more shit. “I
ain'tdiggin’ Trouble no more. We gotta handle that. I honestly think the nigga
fucking Champagne. I ain't got proof but I can tell he's sweet on her.”
“Sheisty nigga,” Shooter added. “I’m down with you, fam. Just say the
word and it's over for him.”
“We will get to that.”
Shortly after that conversation, I got a call on the cell pulling my coat tail
about some ish going down between Trouble and Champagne. My nose flared
out and temper rose to the ceiling. I figured he wanted my girl from the slick
shit he had been on lately, but I never thought he'd cross that line. The
informant put me up on game telling me about seeing him at a restaurant
grabbing burgers and then pulled up at Champagne’s mother ’s crib. That spot
was owned by one of my closest homeboy’s family.
 “He got the burgers and left. Well, my mother lives down a few houses
from Champagne’s mom’s crib. I left to take her something to eat and spotted
his whip over there. I ain't trying to cause beef but thought you needed to know
that nigga is snaking you,” the caller on the other end informed.
“Good looking out, bruh. I appreciate that.”
“You already kno’.”
We ended the conversation. I planned to lollygag all day until I felt like
getting out making a move. While there, the cuzzo’s counted dough, smoked
weed, and talked about shit going down in their lives. Trouble just didn't know.
That nigga didn't want no problems wit’ me.

***
The Wee Hours Of The Morning
 Capone
I pulled up in the whip at King of Diamonds. Shooter pulled up behind me in
his pearly white ‘16 Jaguar. We got out looking like street kings in thugged out
gear with iced out diamonds that shined brighter than twinkling stars. We
swaggered in after paying the cover charge and sat close to the stage. Slim
thick chicks climbed the poles, pussy popped, and twerked to the sound of the
loud music playing. A dark skinned cutie winked her eye and climbed the pole
before circling down like a snake. Right before she dropped, she did a split and
made those ass cheeks clap.
“Oh, shit. She killed the game with that!” Tez said cheering the stripper
on.Standing 6’1 or 6’2 with dreadlocks down his back, the chicks always loved
Tez. A dark skinned thugged out nigga with a mean mouthpiece that could
make a bitch sell snow cones in hell. I laughed at him. The dirty Sprite had the
nigga turnt up and feeling good. He made it rain on that hoe by tossing
nothing but twenty dollar bills that flew like birds in the air. I grabbed a stack
of bills and started tossing ‘em one by one. The chicks gave their best dances.
A plus sized redbone wearing a bikini set with a pair of red stilettos walked
over to where we were. She leaned over and made those ass cheeks clap. I
tossed a few bills at her. One of the chocolate broads from the stage climbed
down and tweaked her Money maker while rolling her eyes at the other one.
“Bitch, don't hate,” Redbone told the other one.
“Nah, you outta order for coming over here in the first place. Take yo fat
ass to the back of the club. Don't nobody want to look at no cellulite.” The one
tossing the insults smacked her ass with one hand. “Get up on my level, hoe.”
The larger one grabbed her by the weave and slung her into a table. “You
best to stay in yo lane, lil girl.” Hands started swinging. The two fought like
cats and dogs. The larger chick snatched up a chair and clocked the other
upside the head with it. We moved out of the way and let them do their thing. A
bouncer stormed over and broke it up. “Bitch, I told you I was gon’ beat that
ass!” The yellow chick hollered out to the other. Instead of feeding into that
bullshit, the girls on stage continued dancing and shaking their moneymakers.
We stayed a few more hours before heading to our next destination.
 I moved at a snail’s pace to Trouble’s crib. He lived out in a rural part of
the state. I'd been there plenty of times and could find it with my eyes closed.
We turned off the lights and killed the engines. A light was on in the front
room. After putting on gloves and making sure everyone was strapped, we
walked to the back of the house. Shooter pried a window open. All three of us
climbed through it. We crept through the crib like three thieves in the night. I
led the pack of goons as I gripped the toolie. I moved through checking each
room trying to see where the nigga was. Finally, we ran up on him in the
bedroom getting his freak on. A chick was riding his dick like she was at a
rodeo. A dim light in the bedroom shining from a lamp gave us view of him.
With the burner aimed on him, I interrupted. “Nigga, you ‘bout to die while
getting a piece of pussy,” I said out loud. The bitch stopped grinding and
started hollering and yelling. Two body shots silenced her. She fell off of him
and onto the floor.
Trouble held his hands up. “Bruh, chill wit’ all that. I'll give you whatever
you want,” Trouble pleaded.
“You kno’ what it is,” I explained.
“The money in a safe over there.” He pointed to a big steel safe across the
room. He gave the code. Shooter and Tez took off to the safe and grabbed a
sheet from the bed. They started collecting the dough. I didn’t see the broads
face good so I walked up closer to get a good look at her. I didn’t recognize
the chick because of the wig, but it was Champagne.
“Dirty dog ass bitch!” I yelled out. “This is Champagne’s hoe ass!” I told
my fam. She laid on the floor motionless. I popped Trouble in the dome two
times and got ghost. Man, mothafuckas were so dirty until I could hardly
believe it. With a big bank of money, I put the petal to the medal and mashed
out. I thought that killing off my foes would kill my worries, but this was the
beginning of my problems.
To Be Continued...
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