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“You used to make my dick hard, but now that shit is limp around you like I’m an eighty-year-old nigga.” I’m tired of this relationship. Tassana and I grew apart, but we were still holding on. Neither one of us is willing to let go; so instead, we lived under the same roof and barely talked. But for some reason, I still love her. I might always love her, but being with her isn’t the same anymore.

  I took a shower then got into bed. As soon as I closed my eyes, Tokyo’s thick thighs came to mind; the way her shorts hugged her ass and the sweet scent of vanilla that I smelled when I kissed her cheek. For the past five years, Tokyo had crossed my mind in ways it shouldn’t have. My dick stood straight up. I needed some pussy.

  Tassana’s round ass peeked from underneath her boy shorts. It was crazy how she and Tokyo had the same build and shape. They were thick, but in the right places. The only difference was that Tokyo’s stomach stuck out a little from drinking beers and eating late from when she got the munchies.

  I slid her boy shorts down as she pretended to be sleep. She laid on her back, as I climbed on top of her, no kissing, no foreplay, nothing. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand. After I put it on I slid in.

  “OOOOHHHH, KAUZIE,” Tassana moaned. I wished she’d shut the hell up and let me do my thing. After ten minutes of boring sex, I got my nut off leaving her unsatisfied. I went into the bathroom, flushed the condom, and then wiped my dick off.

  I walked back into the bedroom and Tassana was sitting up with tears in her eyes.

  “You are tearing us apart. Do you even love me?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I do. I’m going to always love you. But honestly, I’m just not feeling this relationship,” I said.

  “You are not leaving me,” she said. I chuckled then climbed into bed with my back turned towards her.

  “What was you thinking about? You haven’t gotten hard around me in a few months. What bitch was on your mind?” Tassana asked me.

  “You don’t wanna know,” I said then drifted off to sleep.

  When I woke up, I showered then got dressed for work. Tassana was sitting on the couch drinking a Mimosa, as she watched Maury.

  “These bitches are disgusting. They come on national television, falling out on the floor because they don’t know who their baby daddy is,” Tassana said.

  “Have a good day baby,” she said blowing me a kiss. I headed out of the door ignoring her. Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to me and my brother’s shop, Riding Clean. We hooked up old-school cars, customizing everything. We had costumers that ship their whips from different states to get it hooked up.

  My older brother Jessup walked out smirking.

  “My nigga,” he said in his island accent. When we moved to the U.S., he was fourteen years old, yet his accent stuck with him. I was only eight, so I adapted quicker than him. Sometimes my accent came out, especially when I was around my family.

  “What’s up with you?” I asked giving him dap. Pat pulled up blasting Meek Mills. Pat was a white boy, but you couldn’t tell him that. He got pissed off when you told him he was white. He told people he was albino. Pat’s specialty was his interior designs and he was nice with it.

  “Did you tell Tokyo what I said?” Pat asked me getting out of his black chromed-out Mustang.

  “No nigga, damn,” I said. Jessup laughed.

  “Come on man, why are you being stingy?” Pat asked.

  “Why are you being stingy, Kauzie?” Jessup asked.

  “Tokyo is off limits. Y’all niggas know that. I’m not explaining myself neither,” I said.

  “Nigga, you fuck with Tassana’s airhead ass. Let a nigga scoop Tokyo up. That big round ass and that bright ass hair she be wearing be having a nigga weak,” Jessup joked.

  “You be looking at her ass nigga?” I asked him. Pat and Jessup fell over laughing. That shit wasn’t funny to me.

  “Just let me get her number,” Pat pleaded.

  “Naw, I can’t do that. She got a nigga,” I told Pat.

  “Since when?” Jessup asked me.

  “Since I said so. Now, how many cars we got today?” I asked walking inside of the shop. I sat down at my desk to check the schedule.

  “We got a 1970 Chevelle coming in from Texas. It should be here in a few hours,” Jessup said.

  My phone rang, and it was Tokyo.

  “What you want girl?” I asked her smirking.

  “Nigga, don’t get cute. I’m still mad at how you showed your light bright ass off last night. But anyways, I’m just calling to tell you have a nice day,” she spat rudely.

  “What are you doing later? You still got me right?” I asked talking about her re-twisting my dreads.

  “Nothing. I’m off today. No Hands and I might chill and get into something. But when you come by, bring me some Lime-a-Ritas. Oh, and some swisher sweets,” she said popping her gum into the phone.

  “I’ll think about it,” I said.

  “You owe me nigga. I could’ve been getting my pussy pounded last night,” she joked. I all of a sudden felt like reaching through the phone to choke her ass for telling me that shit.

  “I don’t want to hear that shit, Tokyo. Call one of your ratchet ass friends and tell them that shit,” I said.

  “I did. I called you,” she said giggling.

  “I’ll get up with you later,” I said hanging up on her. Jessup and Pat just stood there.

  “Oh, so y’all on that female shit, huh? Listening to phone conversations and shit,” I said.

  “You are in love with your girlfriend’s sister. Nigga, you are about to get murked,” Jessup said.

  “Shut that shit up. I’m not in love with Tokyo’s crazy ass,” I said.

  “Why can’t I fuck her then?” Pat asked me.

  “Muthafucka, I will kill you if you ask me some shit like that again. Nigga, get the fuck out of my face if you want your job,” I said.

  “Jessup hired me anyway,” Pat said walking away laughing.

  “You are being selfish mon. Pat is a good dude. He is better than that Darrion nigga,” Jessup said to me.

  “If Pat wants his life he would stay the fuck away from Tokyo. I don’t need to explain shit nigga. Matter of fact, this conversation is dead,” I spat. Jessup shook his head then went into the garage. My phone beeped and it was a picture of Tassana’s pussy. I used to get hard when she sent me sexy pictures, but now I just deleted them.

  When I got off, I went straight to No Hands’ crib. That nigga was caked up and refused to move out of the hood. When I pulled up to the front of his house, he and Tokyo were sitting on the front step.

  “What’s up my Jamaican friend?” No Hands asked me laughing. He and Tokyo were both high.

  “Whatever nigga,” I said chuckling. Tokyo stood up with her arms stretched out.

  “Where is my hug at, Kauzie? Your grumpy ass is still mad at me?” she asked me. I playfully mushed her.

  “Get out of my face shorty,” I said smirking. She crossed her arms as she looked up at me. I towered over her by almost a foot. Tokyo and her sister were short. They were short and meaty. They wasn’t fat, but they were far from skinny.

  “Rude ass,” she pushed me back.

  “Fuck his ass up, Tokyo. I got your back,” No Hands shouted from the steps.

  “She knows better,” I said.

  “Whatever punk. Where is my shit at, Kauzie?” she asked.

  “I forgot it,” I said. She went into my pocket and grabbed my truck keys.

  “I’ll be right back. I can’t ask this nigga to do shit. I’m ready to start calling him ‘Can’t Get Right’,” Tokyo said walking off.

  “Put my seat back like I how I had it too. Your short ass be all up on the steering wheel. I can’t see shit but a baby’s forehead and big red braids sitting up on the top of your head,” I called out to her, and she gave me the finger.

  I sat down on the steps as No Hands pushed a bottle of Henny towards me with a paper cup.

  “Good looking out. I needed this shit,” I sa
id.

  “You need Tokyo, too,” No Hands said to me.

  “Not you too. Tokyo is my nigga. It’s not even like that,” I said pouring my cup.

  “Naw nigga, Tokyo is my nigga. You want to be her man. Yo, you don’t want her with nobody. That’s why the nigga Darrion stepped out on her. He felt insecure with y’all being too close,” No Hands said.

  “He should’ve toughened up then. Ain’t no nigga coming up in my crib watching my TV. That’s that dumbass nigga’s problem not mines,” I said smirking. Tudos pulled up in his BMW. He hopped out brushing his hands down his waves. He hustled in the streets and didn’t have any ambition to do anything else. He was like a male version of Tassana.

  “What are y’all niggas doing? Where is Tokyo’s fat ass at?” he asked.

  “At the same spot your fat ass mama is at nigga,” I said giving him dap.

  “Nigga, you got jokes,” Tudos said.

  “All day nigga,” I replied. My phone rang. I looked at it and it was this broad, Mya that I chilled with from time to time. I was faithful up until last year. I gave Tassana eight faithful years until she stepped out and cheated on me. I could’ve left her, but just like the saying goes, “It’s easier said than done.”

  “What’s up?” I answered the phone.

  “Is that you sitting on No Hands’ step? I’m about to walk over there,” she said hanging up. I didn’t feel like being bothered. Tokyo and Tassana weren’t close, so I knew she wouldn’t tell Tassana about Mya, but I still didn’t want Tokyo to know I was out here living foul.

  Tokyo pulled up around the same time Mya was walking up to the house. I got up from the steps walking past Mya to help Tokyo with her bags.

  “Seriously, Kauzie?” Mya asked me.

  “Who is she?” Tokyo asked. Tokyo didn’t hang with females like that. She said they talked too much. Every time a girl came around Tokyo’s attitude changed.

  “A home girl,” I said.

  “Aye bitch, who is you and what are you doing over here?” Tokyo asked rudely.

  “I’m Mya,” she spat.

  “Chill out, Tokyo,” I said to her.

  “She is cool. Damn, Tokyo. Stop fucking blocking all the time,” Tudos said to Tokyo.

  “Shut the fuck up with your non hustling ass. I wasn’t talking to your corny wannabe Paid in Full ass!” Tokyo yelled dropping the bag.

  “Get that ghetto retarded bitch,” Tudos said to me.

  “What’s retarded is that you got your money snatched away from you at a dice game by some lil’ kids. Nigga, you are not even about that life. Fuck with me, Tudos. Keep on fucking with me and watch how I bend you over like you are my bitch,” Tokyo said. Tudos lunged towards her, but I shoved him back.

  “Chill the fuck out nigga. You better buck up on one of these niggas that’s out here in these streets,” I said to him.

  “I’m out. Slow bitch ain’t going to be shit but a fucking THOT,” Tudos said.

  “Keep running your mouth nigga and watch how I fuck you up,” I said to him. He waved me off then got into his whip. Moments later, he sped off.

  “Damn, Tokyo, you need to chill out with that mouth. A nigga is going to fuck around and knock you out,” I told her.

  “And what are you going to do?” she asking smiling.

  “Fuck that nigga up,” I answered licking my lips.

  “UHHMMMMM,” Mya cleared her throat. Tokyo went into her bag, and then handed Mya a Lime-a-Rita.

  “I apologize for coming at you like that, but sip on this because you seem a little thirsty,” Tokyo said walking back to the step.

  “Is that your woman?” Mya asked me.

  “Naw, but what’s up with you? I’m chilling with my peoples. We already discussed our situation, Mya. You popping up on me and shit when I didn’t even tell you to,” I said to her.

  “So, I’m just sucking your dick and letting you fuck me, huh?” Mya asked me.

  I brushed my hand down my face then pulled Mya further away from Tokyo and No Hands. I didn’t want them to hear what Mya and I were ready to talk about. Tokyo grilled me then rolled her eyes.

  “Stay where I can see you nigga,” Tokyo said like I was a child. I waved her off.

  “Don’t fuck with me, Kauzie, I’m serious,” Tokyo said pointing her long ass fingernail towards me. No Hands laughed then shook his head.

  “I’m not feeling that ghetto ass bitch. Who is she? I thought you didn’t have a woman,” Mya spat.

  “Everyone knows I got a shorty. I been fucking with her for years. Stop acting like you don’t know shit. Now, this other shit you got going on, dead it now, Mya. You can’t be popping up on me all in your feelings. We agreed that all we were doing is just fucking and that’s it,” I said. She rolled her eyes then pouted.

  Mya was cute in the face and she had more curves then a racecar track. She resembled the female rapper Remy Ma. She had style to her and I liked the way she carried herself in the streets, although she was a stone cold freak.

  “Well, what are you doing tonight? I missed you,” she said playing in my dreads.

  “I might slide through if it isn’t too late,” I told her.

  “Okay boo, call me,” she said switching off throwing all of her ass around.

  When I walked back up to the house, Tokyo was texting away on her phone.

  “Who is that?” I asked her. She sucked her teeth then grilled me.

  “None of your fucking business. And speaking of which, tell that bitch to re-twist your dreads. You was over there chatting with her when I could’ve been done,” she said to me. I snatched her phone out of her hand.

  “Give me my fucking phone back, Kauzie. What the fuck is your crazy ass doing?” she yelled jumping up, trying to snatch her phone back. I mushed her then she fell back onto the steps.

  “Damn nigga, you tripping,” No Hands said.

  “Mind your business, nigga,” I said to No Hands as I read the text messages between Darrion and Tokyo. He was telling her how much he loved her. Her dumbass told him she still loves him. She even told the nigga he can taste her pussy. I felt like slapping her ass for this shit.

  “I would be wrong if I slapped the hell out of you, Tokyo. What the fuck is up with this shit?” I asked her.

  She crossed her arms then grilled me. It was spring and the weather was nice. Tokyo had on a short-sleeve black and white striped dressed that hugged her body. Her short, thick, meaty legs glistened from the Jergen’s body oil she always put on. She had on a pair of low-top black and white Converses. Her bright red braids were pulled up into a big bun, and she resembled the singer Janelle Monae in the face.

  “What I do is my business!” she screamed. I jacked her up then No Hands stood up shoving me with his shoulder.

  “Chill out, Kauzie, you tripping. Fuck is you mad for nigga?” No Hands asked me laughing. I don’t know what was going on with me. Tokyo had been my nigga since elementary school. Now, all of a sudden I didn’t want her with nobody. I didn’t want a nigga looking at her. This shit had been stressing me out. At first, I could tolerate it, but now I couldn’t. The older we got, the more my feelings show, and I couldn’t control them. I be in denial about it.

  “Kauzie, got the game fucked up. This nigga had a bitch in his face not even five minutes ago and is trying to check me. Then he is fucking with my sister. I need some dick too. What do you want me to do? I have fucking needs,” Tokyo said.

  “Man whatever. Re-twist my hair and stop fucking with me,” I said putting her phone in my pocket. Tokyo sat down on the step as I sat down between her legs.

  She went into her clear, lime green purse to get some hair clips and lock-twist gel, out.

  “You washed your hair?” she asked me.

  “Yeah, last night,” I said as I rolled up my blunt.

  “I’m ready to stop hanging around y’all crazy asses. I’m serious too,” No Hands said.

  “Nigga, you say that every day,” I said laughing. Tokyo’s phone rang. I went into m
y pocket to get it and answered it with ease. Tokyo continued to do my hair. She better not say shit to me neither.

  “Yooooooooo,” I answered.

  “Who the fuck is this?” Darrion asked me.

  “Who is always around your shorty? Shit still ain’t change nigga. Now, what the fuck do you want, nigga?” I asked him.

  “This punk-ass Kauzie? Nigga, I’m going to fuck you up. Put my bitch on the phone,” Darrion said.

  “I’m between her legs right now. Come through if you want to holla at her. You know where she is nigga,” I said.

  “I’m about to have your ass shipped back to your island on a banana boat. Keep fucking with me nigga,” he said.

  “That’s what’s up my nigga, but you already know who is going to be on the boat with me. We are going to be rocking that boat like Aaliyah. Now, come fuck with me,” I said hanging up. Tokyo popped me on the back of my head. I started laughing, and No Hands laughed with me.