A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Story Page 3

  “Come on, shorty! Why are you tripping on me?” I asked her.

  “Leave me alone, Kauzie! I mean that shit! Next time you hide something from me I’m coming for you!” she said pointing her long nail in my face. I smacked her hand away.

  “Your short ass ain’t doing shit! Now, shut the fuck up, Tokyo! How are you just going to curse me out like that? I didn’t do shit! I’m not knocking your ass up no more! You are evil pregnant!” I said to her.

  She took her clothes off then headed to the shower. I took mine off too. I followed behind her but she pushed me back.

  “I’m tired, shorty! I’m taking a shower with you. I’m not going to touch you. Just let a nigga wash his nuts so I can go to sleep,” I told her. We silently took a shower together. Tokyo turned the water off while I still had soap all over me. She slid the door back then left it open. I was freezing and my dick was starting to shrivel up.

  “You about to make me slap the hell out of you!” I said, turning the water back on. I shivered as I waited for the water to get hot again.

  “DAMN IT!” I said out loud. I heard Tokyo laughing. I hurriedly took a shower than reached for my towel. I was ass naked and shaking because it was so cold. Tokyo took my towel out of the bathroom! I went into the closet in the bathroom to get another towel. I walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist. Tokyo was sitting up in bed drawing.

  “You are really psycho!” I spat. She ignored me as she continued to draw. I snatched her sketchbook out of her hand.

  “You ain’t going to talk to me? If I catch a cold you better stay home and wait on me too! I’m dead-ass serious, Tokyo!” I said to her.

  “You just remember what I said about you not touching me when you get in the bed,” she spat, pulling the covers up.

  “I can’t get head tonight though? You want me to go to sleep with a dry dick? You fucking up my night, shorty!” I said. I took my towel into the bathroom then came back out. I got into the bed as far away from her as possible. I went to sleep with a hard dick!

  Chapter 3-Tassana

  I pulled up to my two-bedroom townhome. My heart was almost beating out of my chest. What was Osari doing in Maryland? Did he come looking for me? I poured myself a glass of wine as soon as I got inside the house. Kauzie and Tokyo make me sick! I cannot believe the ghetto hoe put her hands on me! The necklace Kauzie had bought for me years back was special to me. Then, the fool had the nerve to tell me it never belonged to me in the first place. Fuck him, Tokyo, and that necklace.

  I also had some unfinished business. If Kai thinks she’s going to be happy she has another thing coming. I’ve been watching her for the past two weeks. That bitch and Jessup are getting a little closer. I have to figure out a way to reveal her true colors. I picked up my phone then dialed Osari’s personal phone number. I wanted to feel him out and see how mad he was at me. I didn’t think he would be here so soon. I didn’t think he would’ve figured out it was me. I’d rather get this over with now because I would hate for him to just pop up on me in public.

  After the fifth ring he answered the phone. I closed my eyes as I listened to his low, deep voice. I missed Osari so much.

  “Who is this? Speak!” he spat into the phone.

  “Osari,” I whispered almost afraid to speak.

  “Who the fuck is this?” he asked.

  “Tassana,” I said.

  “I hope you are calling me about my money. If not, you are into some deep shit! I’m going to strangle you when I catch you!” he said. I was nervous and my hands started shaking. I know Osari can be a violent person if he needed to be.

  “He made me do it!” I cried into the phone.

  “Shut the fuck up, Tassana! I don’t believe that shit. You did it because you’s a money hungry bitch! You really fucked up! Never bite the hand that feeds you!” he said to me.

  “Tudos was going to have my sister killed if I didn’t do it! You have to believe me! He knows my family! I had to do it for her!” I lied. I honestly couldn’t justify why I took his money because I did have feelings for him.

  Osari let out a deep breath. “Why couldn’t you just tell me that? I would’ve dead that nigga for you! Shorty, I missed you. I want you. I been going crazy thinking about you! Let me come hold you,” he said. I love when his voice gets deep and sexy when he’s being sincere. My clit throbbed as I had flashbacks of Osari pounding into my body, the way his hands roughly groped me. His sex was rough, demanding, but passionate. His strokes were slow but his thrusts were deep and able to reach places I didn’t know existed. I gave him my address before we hung up. I took a shower then got dressed in my sexy negligee.

  An hour later my doorbell rang. I opened my door and there he was leaning against the door frame. His pretty eyes lustfully stared at my body from my feet up to my breasts. He licked his full lips. He walked in then grabbed my ass. He hugged me tightly and I hugged him back.

  “Damn I missed you!” he said, pecking my lips. His cologne made my nipples ache to be licked. I moaned as he gripped the back of my neck. All of a sudden his hand came down smacking me in the face. I fell over my coffee table.

  He chuckled. “You really think I’m a whack-ass nigga, don’t you?” he asked. He looked around my place. “You got it laid out in here don’t you, shorty? I’m assuming you bought this shit with my money? So, this means this is my crib! Now, this is how this shit is going to go. I’m not going to kill you but don’t fucking push me. I will kill you, Tassana, if you take me there. But I have a job for you.”

  “What?” He slapped my face again, this time harder than the first time. Osari’s slaps hurt really bad. They made my ears ring before my face went numb.

  “Bitch, don’t talk until I’m fucking done!” he said grabbing me by the neck.

  “You will be transporting my shit for me! You will be my fucking mule until I feel like your services are no longer needed! You will be working off your debt! Now, if you try to fuck me over, just remember someone is always following you. But I can trust you this time because I have a feeling you learned your lesson,” he gritted.

  “I don’t know nothing about that!” I cried then he slapped me again.

  “You better learn! I will hunt you down and gut you like a fucking fish! Don’t fuck with me! Now, get your ass up, go in the bathroom and fix your face. When you come back out I want you to suck my dick, and, bitch, if you bite me I will shoot you,” he said, mushing me.

  Someone knocked on the door and Osari answered it. Two men walked in with two large duffel bags.

  “Shop is about to be open!” he said to me smiling. This crazy-ass nigga just turned my home into one of his trap houses!

  “Are you serious?” I asked him.

  “Ask me something else and I might just knock your hoe ass out! You got this crib with my fucking money! This is my shit! I can do what the fuck I please! I might even kick your ass out!” he said, walking up the stairs.

  “Bring your ass upstairs like I told you to do!” Osari yelled. I walked up the stairs while he waited at the top of the staircase. When I walked past him he slapped me on the back of my head.

  “OUCH!” I said.

  “Yeah, bitch, ouch! That’s how the fuck I felt when you stole my shit! Now wash your face and come and top me off,” he said walking into my bedroom. I went into the bathroom to wash my face because blood was dripping from my lip. When I came back out Osari was going through my closets. I didn’t question him because I knew he was going to fly off the handle. Could I blame him? I stole from him. I should just be thankful he was going to let me breathe.

  He sat on my bed then pulled his hard, long, fat dick out. It stood up like the Eiffel Tower. His penis was so pretty it should be placed in a frame. Everything about Osari was pretty to me. I can’t deny it I wanted him. I will prove myself to him. I’m going to do whatever it is that he wants me to do. He was what I needed. I got down on my knees then gave him the best head I have ever given.

  By the end
of it all, Osari will be my man. But I still have other things on my agenda.

  The next day I got up then got dressed to visit my parents. I pulled up in their new community that ranged from ages fifty-five and up. I’m assuming it’s a retirement community. When I pulled up my mother was watering her flowers.

  “Hey, Ma!” I said to her.

  “There goes my baby! I missed you! How was your vacation? You and Kauzie were gone for a long time,” she said to me. I told her I was leaving town with Kauzie. My parents don’t even know he and I aren’t together. They don’t know shit and I like to keep it that way. If they wanted their daughters to have the perfect little life then so be it. I blame Tokyo for that shit. That’s why I hated her. If it weren’t for her hood, ratchet-ass ways my parents wouldn’t have been so strict. I wouldn’t have been stripped me away from the one person I really wanted to be with. Tokyo ruined it all! When we were younger she always got in trouble. When she got into trouble it fell on me. If she couldn’t go outside neither could I because I couldn’t play outside by myself.

  “I know. It was really fun! Where is Dad?” I asked her.

  “Where else? He’s in his study probably having a drink. It’s getting worse. Is Tokyo still on drugs?” she asked. I told my parents Tokyo was selling her ass and getting high out in the streets. That’s why I didn’t want Kauzie around them. I didn’t want them to find out the truth. When Kauzie did come around, I told my parents not to ask him about Tokyo because he doesn’t know and I didn’t want him to be crushed. My father developed a drinking problem from it and I don’t give two fucks. He shouldn’t have been so strict. It screwed my head up. My father wasn’t the man everyone thought he was.

  He used to check through our things to make sure he didn’t see signs of us messing with boys. When we went for physicals he had to come instead of our mother. He was too involved and I hated it! When we got our periods, guess who went to the store to pick out our pads? Our father! He caught Tokyo with a tampon and whipped her ass with a belt! He whipped me too because I knew and didn’t tell him. He said Tampons were for whores. My mother didn’t do shit. She said that was the proper way to raise daughters. It made me not like my sister. At times, I wished she was dead, and other times I loved her. Tokyo was a curse in my life.

  “I don’t know where she is. Last time I saw her she was standing on the corner. She was filthy. I begged and pleaded with her to come back home but she refused,” I lied. Tears welled up in my mother’s eyes.

  “Why does she hate us? I know it’s all because of Darrion! He was no good for her,” my mother said.

  We look just like our mother, Avery. She is short and very petite. She always has a fresh roller set in her hair. She didn’t say much; she was very quiet. Our father, Jasper, was tall and heavy-set. He was demanding and barely smiled. Tokyo and I got our thick frame from him. He reminded me of Carl Winslow from the show “Family Matters”.

  “She will come around. I was just stopping by to say hi,” I said to her.

  “Why don’t you ever stay long? You’re not going to go in to speak to your father?” my mother asked me.

  “Okay, Ma,” I said, walking into their ranch-style home. When I walked inside the smell of cinnamon spice hit me. My mother has been using that same fragrance for years. I walked down the hall to where my daddy was. He was sitting in his recliner, puffing on a cigar and reading the newspaper.

  “Hey, old man,” I said sitting across from him. He smiled at me.

  “There is my beautiful girl. How was your trip?” he asked.

  “It was fine. Kauzie and I had fun,” I said.

  “How did you get along with his cousins? You said you were in Richmond, right?”

  “Yes, his cousins were fun to hang around,” I said.

  “You still haven’t heard from Tokyo?”

  “Nope! My friends said they see her around in the hood but I don’t know which one. I don’t hang out in that part of town,” I told him.

  “Something isn’t adding up,” he said, shaking his head. I rolled my eyes. Every time I come here it’s always about Tokyo.

  “Okay, Daddy, I will see you later,” I said to him.

  “Why don’t you ever invite your mother and I to your home? We don’t even know where you live,” he said to me.

  “I know, Daddy, I told you our house isn’t finished yet and we’ve been staying at a hotel,” I said to him.

  “You are so secretive, Tassana. We don’t know anything about you. We still don’t know much about Kauzie. All we know is that he used to hang out with Tokyo. We see him once a year, if that,” my daddy said. He thinks Kauzie and me have only been with each other for a few years. If only he knew I was sneaking around with Kauzie back then, he would’ve banned me from the world.

  “I will work on it, I promise. Now I have to get going. Love you,” I said, kissing his cheek. My mother was in the kitchen fixing a pitcher of homemade lemonade. I kissed her goodbye and promised her I would be back in a few days. My phone rang and it was Osari.

  “Helloooo,” I answered sweetly.

  “I need you to come through. Be here in thirty minutes,” he spat.

  “Right now, Osari? I need to go and see my friend Kai,” I said to him.

  “I don’t give a fuck if you was seeing a man about a horse! Get your ass over here! You know what spot I’m talking about! We went through this shit last night! Now, if you don’t want to do this you can always give me all my money back, including the other shit that you stole,” he said.

  “Fine!” I hung up.

  Twenty minutes later I pulled up to a garage that held old cars. It looked like a run-down gas station. Osari drove out of the garage in a small Chevy Cobalt.

  “Now, what do you want me to do?” I asked him.

  “Drive it to this location. One of my homeboys will meet you there to make sure you don’t get fucked over. They are going to take the car apart. You are not to touch shit. Just fucking drive there and let my niggas do the rest.”

  “What if I get pulled over?” I asked.

  “You just get pulled over! Jail or death? And if you even think about snitching I got some shit for you! I know bitches in prison everywhere. They would do anything for a pack of Ramen noodles. Don’t fuck with me!” he said. I sucked it up and got in the car.

  “Make sure you’re home by the time I get there. I’m going to need some of that, and I want dinner to be ready,” he said.

  Last night when those two men walked in with duffel bags I thought it was drugs. But it was Osari’s clothes and shoes. He said that was his home and if I even blinked wrong he was kicking me out. I know he likes me because he wouldn’t be underneath me if he didn’t. I would be lying if I said his ways of torturing me wasn’t wearing me out, because it was, and this was only the beginning.

  Chapter 4- Osari

  I was making my way around the city getting used to it all over again. I needed to know my ins and outs. I had a plan that was bound to have me making more money than I was in Virginia. Maryland was a part of the DMV. They were so close together that I could see myself expanding.

  When I walked into the mall I headed straight to DTLR. The bitches were eyeing me as I walked past. I smirked then kept it moving. Pussy was the least of my concerns. I walked into the store and some chick was talking loudly on the phone. Her voice sounded familiar and when I turned around it was that loudmouth bitch, Kyree. She looked at me then rolled her eyes as she continued to talk on the phone. She was a bad lil’ broad, I will admit. Her hair was styled in long bushy curls with blue tips. Her white pointy nails were done to perfection. She had on those flip-flops that girls wear after they get their toes done at the nail place.

  “What the fuck are you looking at?” she asked me. I smirked at her then turned around. Somebody like her would cause me to get a domestic violence charge.

  I was picking out anything that they had in my size in Nike, New Balance and Jordan shoes. By the time everything was rung up, my total
was almost three thousand dollars. Kyree stood behind me with two shoeboxes. I snatched them from her then told the saleslady to ring them up. I took all of my bags, leaving hers behind. She followed me.

  “I could’ve paid for my own shit,” she said. I ignored her as I walked out of the mall. She was still following me. She walked me to my car still yapping off. I popped my trunk open then threw my bags inside.

  I closed my trunk. “Damn, shorty! Do you ever shut the fuck up? What are you following me for? I’m not trying to hear that shit you are talking! Be thankful and move the fuck on!” I said to her. She frowned her pretty lips up. Her hair fell down in her face. Her slanted eyes got smaller. I guess that was her mean mug.

  I laughed at her. “Yo, that was the cutest shit,” I said smirking.

  “I don’t like your ass!” she said to me.

  “Cool. I didn’t ask you to, and I don’t give a fuck! As far as I’m concerned we might not run into each other again,” I said to her.