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  A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Triangle

  Natavia

  A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma

  Copyright © 2015 by Natavia

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 Toyko

  Chapter 2- Kauzie

  Chapter 3-Tassana

  Chapter 4- Osari

  Chapter 5- Tokyo

  Chapter 6- Osari

  Chapter 7- Tassana

  Chapter 8- Kyree

  Chapter 9- Kauzie

  Chapter 10- Tokyo

  Chapter 11- Tassana

  Chapter 12- Osari

  Chapter 13- Kauzie

  Chapter 14- Tassana

  Chpater 15- Osari

  Chapter 16- Kyree

  Chapter 17- Tokyo

  Chapter 18- Tassana

  Chapter 19- Kauzie

  Chapter 20- Tasira

  Chapter 21- Osari

  Chapter 22- Tokyo

  Chapter 23- Kauzie

  Chapter 24- Tassana

  Chapter 25- Osari

  Chapter 26- Shimmy

  Chapter 27- Tassana

  Chapter 28- Osari

  Chatper 1-Tokyo

  It’s been a month since I’ve heard from Tassana. It’s almost like she disappeared. I know my sister well enough to know that the drama is just starting. It’s far from over! I was serious when I told her that I was beating her ass after I have the baby. Kauzie and I have been in our new home for two weeks now. I love it! I love him! Who would’ve thought a friendship would’ve blossomed into something so beautiful?

  I was cooking breakfast, humming to the music that was playing on my cell-phone. It was Jasmine Sullivan’s song “Hood Love”. It reminded me so much of Kauzie and me. Kauzie came down the stairs with his work shirt on. His cologne tickled my nose. He smirked at me then licked his lips. I blushed because my body still burned from the passionate sex we had last night.

  “Nigga, didn’t I tell you to stop smirking at me like that?” I asked him. He stood behind me, towering over me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck then caressed my breasts. He stepped away from me then slapped me on the ass.

  “I always thought you were sexy, but you standing there cooking me breakfast, glowing from me knocking you up, is just beautiful!” he said to me.

  “How many sausages you want, Kauzie?” I asked, giggling. He pressed his hard-on against my bottom.

  “I got a sausage for you. It’s right here. How you want it, shorty? I got an hour to spare,” he said into my ear. I lightly elbowed him.

  “Back-up! That’s how you knocked me up in the first place!” I said, making his plate. I poured him a glass of orange juice and a glass of cold ice water. I also cut up some fresh fruit for him. He took his plate then sat down at the table.

  “What are you doing today since you’re off?” Kauzie asked.

  “Register for fall art classes then I’m going over to Kyree’s house until you get off from work,” I said, cleaning up. I was never a breakfast eater. The most I could eat was a bagel with strawberry cream cheese.

  “How many days a week? Being pregnant, working and going to school full-time is too much,” Kauzie said, eyeing me. I rolled my eyes at him.

  “I know, daddy,” I said kissing his lips. After breakfast Kauzie kissed me then left for work. I took a shower then got dressed. Summer was almost over and fall was trying to come in. I wore a pair of gray leggings and a gray and black mid-sleeve tunic shirt. On my feet was a pair of black suede Pumas.

  When I left the house, I headed to the community college to register for my classes. Afterwards, I ran a few errands. I headed over to Kyree’s house. She had been good on her word and left No Hands alone. He still hasn’t given up. He sends flowers to her job, expensive gifts to her home, and she still refuses to talk to him.

  "Where y’all bitches at?” I asked, walking into the house. It sounded like Kyree was cursing someone out which wasn’t a surprise. I also heard Dez’s voice. When I walked into the kitchen, a caramel-complexioned guy looked at me with menacing funny-colored eyes. All of a sudden a gun was pointed to my head.

  “Where the fuck is my money at, bitch?” he asked me.

  Everyone was quiet including me. This fool was about to give me a miscarriage! I have never had a gun pointed to my face before. The icing on the cake was that it was a complete stranger holding me up, asking for money! What the hell is he talking about? I wondered.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said.

  “Tassana, don’t play with me! I know you and that bitch-ass nigga Tudos set me up!” he said, jamming the gun further into my temple. My eyes watered up.

  “That’s not Tassana, nigga! What the fuck are you doing?” Dez asked the stranger.

  “So, you want to fuck with my emotions too huh, nigga? Maybe you are in on it too! That’s probably why your bitch-ass wanted me to come back to Maryland!” the stranger said, pushing Dez.

  “My name is Tokyo! Tassana is my twin!” I said.

  “I don’t believe that! That’s the oldest fucking trick in the book! Bitch, I swear your hoe ass better get to talking or I’m putting a bullet to your head! I want my fucking money!” he said.

  Kyree started crying. “Nigga, get that fucking gun out of her face! She is fucking pregnant!" Kyree screamed at him.

  “Yo, my nigga, you are tripping!” Dez said. Shimmy’s face was contorted with anger.

  “Pull your leggings down,” he said to me.

  “WHAT?” I asked him.

  “You said you have a twin right? Pull them down so I can make sure y’all are telling the truth! I don’t trust muthafuckas!” he said. I wanted to know how Kauzie missed that when we switched.

  “Please just do it, Tokyo!” Shimmy said, grilling the stranger.

  “Nigga you crazy!” Dez said to him. I pulled my leggings down. Dez turned his head. My black lace thong was out for everyone to see. Tassana screwed over the wrong person! I could tell that this man didn’t have it all the way there.

  “Bend over!” he instructed. I looked at him then he grilled me.

  “You’ve got five fucking seconds!” he said to me. I bent over feeling humiliated! I should’ve taken my ass straight home. The stranger lifted up my right ass cheek. He took the gun away from my head.

  “My bad, shorty,” he said as I pulled my leggings up. I wiped tears from my eyes. Kyree ran over to me, hugging me.

  “What the fuck was that? You crazy-ass muthafucka! I should’ve known something wasn’t right with you! Not too many caramel niggas is walking around with eyes that color,” Shimmy said to the stranger.

  “Damn, Osari, I’m cool with her man. You were tripping!” Dez said to him.

  “Tassana has a mole in the crease under her right ass cheek. This one doesn’t,” Osari said.

  “How do you know that?” I asked him.

  “I was fucking that bitch, that’s how I know!” Osari snapped at me.

  Osari’s mood lightened up. “Look, shorty, my bad. I thought that bitch was trying to pull the wool over my eyes! Your sister is shady! But when I catch her ass make sure you pick out her favorite flowers! I’m merking that bitch!” he spat.

  “Holla at me later, Dez. I�
�m out!” he said walking out of the kitchen. Kyree followed behind him.

  “Don’t bring your punk ass around here no more!” she yelled at him. Osari turned around then mushed Kyree so hard she fell on the floor.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he said, smirking. He licked his lips as Kyree’s shorts rode up in her crouch area from the fall. He shook his head then left the house. Kyree got up and fixed herself. Shimmy broke out into laughter and Dez shook his head. Everyone carried on like I didn’t have a gun to my head a few minutes ago. I was still shaken up about it!

  “Calm down, Tokyo! Osari doesn’t trust nobody! He had to see for himself. Don’t trip. He aint going to fuck with you anymore,” Dez said to me.

  Shimmy was looking at Kyree, smiling. “What are you looking at me like that for?” Kyree asked Shimmy.

  “Question is, why were you looking at Osari like that? I peeped your hot ass!” Shimmy said, laughing. I, on the other hand, remained quiet. I was mad at Tassana but I didn’t like the fact that Osari was talking about killing her. Whether I liked it or not she was still my sister.

  “Tassana is in trouble,” I said. Everyone looked at me then started talking again. I was baffled because they didn’t seem to care.

  “Do y’all not hear me?” I asked them. Shimmy rolled her eyes. Kyree sucked her teeth and Dez was texting on his phone. Shimmy glanced over, trying to get a look at his screen. Dez hid his phone from her.

  “Damn! Mind your fucking business, Shimmy with your giraffe neck! I have never seen a broad’s neck reach that fucking far! Maybe you should stop being stingy and let a nigga get some of that special neck!” Dez said. I grabbed my purse ready to head out. I couldn’t believe how cold everyone was acting.

  “Sit down, Tokyo! I know she’s your sister but obviously what she did was wrong. This nigga was going to kill you if he didn’t find out you wasn’t her. Do you think he did that for no reason? Tassana is fucking trouble! Do you not know that? You could’ve lost your life because of her. So, no, I don’t feel sorry for that bitch!” Kyree stated and Shimmy agreed.

  “So, he just kills her?” I asked them.

  “That nigga is not killing her. The way he looked when he thought she was you was a bit odd. I think the nigga was feeling her or something. I don’t even think it’s about the money. I think that nigga’s feelings are hurt. That nigga had to been feeling shorty,” Dez said.

  “Hell, he might blow her brains out! Osari looks like he gives how many fucks? ZERO!” Shimmy said. Kyree pinched Shimmy.

  “Stop it! Tokyo is pregnant, so you know she is sensitive. Wait till after she leaves then we can talk about Tassana’s funeral!” Kyree whispered. My mouth dropped open!

  “Look, shorty, I understand that’s your sister but you have to worry about you. You are carrying a baby. You can’t go sniffling around in someone’s business. If she really loved you this shit wouldn’t be happening. All of this shit is because of her. Don’t worry about it. I can talk to him later after he cools off to see where his head is at. I don’t think he is really going to kill her,” Dez said.

  My eyes watered up then Kyree hugged me. Being pregnant was really making me too sensitive. “It’s okay, Tokyo! You are fine! You got your man, us, your job and the new baby that’s coming! Stop worrying about shit you can’t control!” Kyree said and I couldn’t disagree with her.

  “Oh, and if I was you I wouldn’t tell Kauzie what just happened! Osari didn’t know you was a twin. I don’t like his bitch ass but it would just start something foolish. Hell, Kauzie didn’t even know the difference between y’all, so he can’t expect someone else to!” Kyree said.

  “Shut the hell up Kyree! You was just trying to fight the nigga!” Dez said.

  “You damn right I was! I was mad at the nigga too, shit! That nigga had me scared!” Kyree spat.

  Chapter 2- Kauzie

  I sat at my desk setting up our upcoming appointments. The bell chimed letting me know someone walked into the shop. When I looked up, it was none other than Tassana. She had been calling me and texting me nonstop. I didn’t tell Tokyo because I didn’t want Tokyo to know. Tokyo was too emotional. I know she can’t control her hormones but she had been having small tantrums. Tassana’s hoe ass wasn’t worth getting my shorty upset!

  “What do you want?” I asked her.

  She sat down across from me and crossed her legs. I looked into her face and was shocked. Her long weave was gone. She had a short haircut that was dyed blonde. She had on a pair of jeans on, and a tank top with a jean jacket over it. On her feet was a pair of Jordan’s.

  “I look good, don’t I?” she asked me.

  “What do you want, Tassana? Why do you keep calling and texting me?” I asked her, crossing my arms.

  “I want to know why you betrayed me like that,” she said. I smirked.

  “You always asking me shit that would take all day to answer. The fucking list is long! But to make it short, I wanted Tokyo. Always have, always will. I knocked her up because I wanted to, honestly. You are garbage, Tassana! Let’s be real! You are a hoe! You slept with how many niggas? And you’re questioning me? Bitch, get your dirty ass out of my shop!” I said, standing up.

  “You let her take my life away from me!” Tassana screamed. I grabbed her by her jacket, pulling her up from the couch. I pushed her outside then locked the door.

  “Get your hoe ass on!” I said to her. Tassana walked past my truck then kicked it. I don’t understand why she wants me. The bitch never even loved me. That broad is crazy! After I left work I went to a small bar around the corner with Jessup and Pat. We chatted and had a few drinks then I headed home.

  When I walked in the house Tokyo was sitting on the couch with her sketchbook in her lap.

  “What are you drawing, girl?” I asked her.

  “Nothing in particular,” she said, giggling.

  I took the sketchbook from her and there was a picture of a woman and a man wrapped up in a sheet. The man had his fingers in the woman’s hair as the woman scratched his back with blood specs dripping from it.

  “Damn! This drawing is good! It’s freaky, though!” I laughed then she smiled. I sat down next to her.

  “What’s up, shorty? Talk to me,” I said, picking up her legs, setting them in my lap. I pulled her slippers off then massaged her feet.

  “Nothing is going on with me. I just feel like Tassana is up to something. She’s been too quiet and I don’t like it,” Tokyo said. Should I tell her that Tassana had been calling me and popping up on me? I asked myself.

  “Are you holding something back from me?” Tokyo asked.

  “Something like what?” I stalled.

  “Nigga, don’t fuck with me! I know your yellow-ass hiding something, Kauzie! You look like you have something on your mind,” she spat.

  “Why do you think that? Damn, yo!” I said, getting up. I know Tokyo and if I tell her about Tassana it was going to upset her. Sometimes the simplest shit be the hardest!

  Tokyo crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at me. “I know what you need,” I said to her, walking towards her. I slid her pajama shirt up. I kneeled down then slid her to the edge of the couch. I pushed her legs apart then dived in. Tokyo didn’t wear panties around the house and I liked it that way! I always be wanting to slide up in her.

  “Damn it!” Tokyo moaned as I kissed between her legs. She started getting wetter and it smeared all over my chin. I wasn’t letting up until she came.

  I eased my finger into her and her walls slowly gripped my finger, pulling it in. I put her legs up then entered another finger. I slid my fingers in and out of her as I flicked my tongue slowly across her clit. She started bucking her hips, grinding into my face, pulling my dreads.

  “You nasty motherfucker!” Tokyo screamed. My mouth covered her whole pussy as I sucked on it. She whined and moaned as her legs started shaking.

  After getting wetter, her walls contracted around my fingers when I slid them back in. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbin
g it as my middle finger fucked her. Tokyo’s ass lifted off the couch as she orgasmed. She fell back against the couch out of the breath. I kissed her then sucked up what she spilled out from between her legs. Once I was done, I stood up. Her eyes were getting lazy like she wanted to go to sleep.

  “Get up, shorty! I want you to wash my hair,” I said, pulling her up. Her legs wobbled then I smirked.

  “Nigga, don’t get cute!” she said walking past me. I smacked her round, juicy ass.

  The next day we were in the shop joking around. A woman pulled up in a purple Jag. She got out, putting her shades on.

  “DAMMNNNNN!” Jessup and Pat said in unison as she switched to the shop. I focused on my computer when she walked in.

  “So, this is the place that be hooking up cars?” she asked, looking around.

  “Yes, it is. Number One in the state! What can we do for you?” Pat asked, looking at her ass.

  “I wish you would keep your fucking tongue in your mouth and stop acting so damn thirsty!” she snapped at him. Jessup chuckled and I shook my head. Pat was like that with every black woman with a big ass.