A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Story Page 7

“Right there! Right there! Oh, shit! Fuck that spot! Go harder!” she screamed as I pounded away, making her gasp like a fish out of water as she came. I was right behind her.

  She sat up then kissed my lips. I wasn’t used to a broad just kissing me on the lips, but I let her. I gripped the back of her neck, kissing her back. Her hair was stuck to her head.

  “You are a problem already!” she said to me.

  Two days later…

  I walked into Tasira’s hotel room. She hasn’t found a home yet. She fusses everyday about Tassana and how I should’ve killed her. Tassana is worth more alive than dead.

  “Look who decided to stop by!” she said smirking. I could tell she was high off of Percocet’s. Tasira couldn’t function without them. If she went days without popping one she would become sick.

  “Come on don’t do a nigga like that! What’s up with you? You have been slipping!” I said.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “I mean you haven’t been bringing in the money like you used to! All you do is shop and stay geeked up! Since we been back to Maryland I’m the only one who has been making all the fucking moves! What have you been doing?” I asked her.

  “What do I need to do? If it wasn’t for me, or my fucking man, you wouldn’t be seeing money! I’m the one that gave you the life! You need to start respecting me more!” she snapped.

  “You must be fucking high! You was getting robbed every fucking week! If it wasn’t for me, you would be dead! But I didn’t come here for all of that! I just came to see what was up with you!” I said to her.

  “Kauzie looks just like Quron! It’s like seeing him all over again! I’m drawn to that nigga!” she said.

  “Come on, Tasira! You said that about the last two niggas that you became obsessed with! Let the nigga RIP!” I said to her. My sister was in love with this big-time dealer named Quron. He was killed five years ago and she never got over him. She only dated men that looked like him. One was married and the other was in a relationship, but that didn’t stop Tasira. She made their women’s lives hell up to the point the women left them. I hope she doesn’t start this shit again. Both men ended up missing and I know it wasn’t just a coincidence.

  “Yo, I swear you better leave them alone! That nigga has a fucking business and a pregnant girl!” I said. She laughed.

  “He belongs to me,” she said.

  “I swear if you start doing shit to make us hot again I will cut you off!” I said getting angry.

  I knew how scandalous women could be because of Tasira. Tassana has nothing on her when it comes to that. If Tasira wasn’t my sister I wouldn’t have any respect for her. She’s the reason I’m afraid of getting serious with a woman!

  “I miss him,” she said sadly.

  “You shouldn’t have killed him,” I mumbled. She slapped the hell out of me.

  “Don’t you ever say that shit again!” she spat.

  “I’m not fucking with your crazy ass today!” I said walking towards the door.

  “Respect me, nigga!” she said as I left. My phone rang on my way to the car. It was Kyree calling. It had been two days since I last saw her.

  “What’s up, shorty?” I asked her.

  “This ain’t a damn shorty! This is her nigga! Who the fuck is this?” No Hands asked.

  “What you voice-dialed me, nigga?” I asked No Hands.

  “Who is this?” he asked me.

  “Don’t even worry about it!” I said, hanging up. I’m going to stop going over that nigga’s crib with Dez.

  Later on that night I met up with my niggas. Dez, Lee, and I were sitting at the bar in Greene Turtle. Lee just came into town with his girl, Ivanka. I was glad that everything was finally falling into place because Tasira had been slipping badly. I wish she’d just give it all up. Her money is what started it and she was in control, but hustling just wasn’t in her.

  “Where is that nigga, Tudos?” I asked Lee.

  “I don’t know. I heard he was transferred to another jail because some niggas whipped his ass bad. Almost killed him. I still cannot believe he set me up then ratted. I’m hurt,” Lee said, shaking his head about what his cousin did to him.

  I didn’t tell him about Tassana and me living under the same roof yet.

  “I got something to tell you,” I said to him.

  “What’s up?” he asked me.

  “Tassana and I are living together.” Dez and Lee laughed.

  “Come on, man. I don’t feel like laughing. We been on the road for hours driving to Maryland and I still haven’t gotten much sleep yet,” he said.

  “Oh, nigga, he’s serious! That bitch lives with him! I saw it with my own eyes!” Dez said. Lee grilled me then shook his head.

  “Yo, you playing with fire,” Lee said.

  “I know but she works for us so it doesn’t matter. She’s perfect for what she is doing,” I said to him. He shook his head. Some loudmouth girls walked into the bar and sat down next to us. They were busted! The ugliest one looked at me and blew me a kiss. Then her and her friends started whispering. Moments later she walked over to me. Her breasts were saggy! She was slim with saggy breasts!

  “Excuse me? You look familiar. Where do I know you from?” she asked me.

  “I don’t know, shorty,” I said. She looked down as I looked at her breasts. She started blushing as if I was checking her out.

  “You like what you see?” she asked, popping her gum.

  “I’m trying to figure out if my GPS can help me find your damn nipples! Shorty, your fucking breasts look like a fire truck water hose,” I said to her. She sucked her teeth.

  “You was checking me out!” she said.

  “Shorty, the only thing I was checking out was them basketball-player titties! Your breasts the length of Shaquille O’neal!” I said, chuckling. Dez and Lee were cracking up laughing.

  “Don’t talk to her like that, nigga!” one of her friends said to me.

  “Shorty got body bags!” Dez said, choking on his drink. Her friend walked over to us and we fell over laughing.

  “You just mad because you can’t have this!” she said lifting up her breasts and her skirt.

  “Yo, they are geeked up!” Dez said. The other one pushed me off my stool but I caught my balance.

  “Come on, girl! That nigga is too pretty anyway! He might like dick!” Her friend pulled her away.

  We fell over laughing even harder. I laughed till I couldn’t breathe. My phone rang from an unknown number.

  “Yooo!” I answered.

  “I’m sorry he called you. You didn’t tell him who you were, did you?” Kyree had the nerve to ask me. I told them I would be right back then walked outside.

  “Check this out, real quick. Don’t call my fucking phone on some stupid shit! I didn’t tell that nigga nothing! You need to question the motherfucker that helped him dial my number!” I spat.

  “I just asked a question!” she snapped.

  “Don’t call me no more! Lose my number!” I said, hanging up. She called me back but I ignored it. When I got home I was drunk. Tassana wasn’t in the house and it was three in the morning. I called her phone and she sent me straight to voicemail. I’m confused about her! When she is home she gets on my nerves, but now I’m tripping because she ain’t in the house.

  My phone rang, waking me up as I dosed off.

  “WHAT!” I answered the phone.

  “Can you come and get me?” Kyree cried into the phone.

  “For what? Shorty, you lost your damn mind! Tell your nigga to come and get you!” I said.

  “His baby mama came to his house and messed up my car! Nobody else is answering the phone!” she said to me.

  “Call a cab!” I said.

  “My purse is in the house! She locked me out! I don’t have on any shoes! Please, just come and get me!” she said.

  “Walk up the street!” I said to her. This is some bullshit!

  When I pulled up into the neighborhood, Kyree was standi
ng on the corner with no shoes on and her hair was a mess. She had long scratches down her face and her shirt was ripped. Her lip was even swollen.

  She got into my car then started crying.

  “What, you can’t fight?” I asked.

  “Not now, Osari!” she said.

  “Not now? When? You better knock on that door and get your fucking purse back! What the hell is wrong with you? You let this nigga dog you out in front of his baby mama like that? A handicap-ass nigga at that! I could’ve gotten a DUI driving over here! I fell asleep behind the wheel twice! You better do something!” I said to her.

  “Like what?” she snapped.

  “So you one of those bitches that runs their mouth but can’t fight? You better start wind-milling with your eyes closed or something!” I fussed.

  “Fuck you!” she said, reaching for the door handle. I pulled her back.

  “I’ll get it for you,” I said to her. I parked then got out of the car. When I knocked on No Hands’s door some pretty chick with a bad shape opened the door with only a bra on and some booty shorts. I looked between her legs then shook my head. I didn’t mind a little hair but shorty had a bush coming out on the sides.

  “Bring shorty her purse so I can roll out!” I said to her.

  “Who is that at the door? Tell Kyree call that nigga up she been talking to!” No Hands shouted from the background.

  “She did call him up! I’m standing right here! Bring her shit out here!” I responded. He walked to the door with just his baller shorts on. I didn’t have any respect for this nigga! His shorty was standing outside on the corner late at night while he and another broad was ready to fuck.

  “You fucking my shorty?” No Hands asked me.

  “Naw! Just give me her purse and her shoes,” I said to him.

  “Your shorty?” the woman asked him.

  “Shut the hell up, Aries!” he said to her.

  “I don’t want any problems. I just want her things. I’m not leaving this house until I get them. So, what are y’all gonna do?” I asked, pulling my pants up. No Hands grilled me and the girl Aries smirked at me then licked her lips.

  “Fuck Kyree!” No Hands spat. I pushed my way inside the house. Aries and No Hands followed me. This nigga tried grabbing me but he lost his grip. Aries tried to push me but I mushed her. Kyree’s purse was sitting on the couch wide opened. Her wallet was on the couch next to her purse.

  “Where’s her money at?” I asked them.

  “What are you talking about?” Aries asked me. No Hands looked surprised. I guess he didn’t know Aries was going through Kyree’s things.

  “Seriously, Aries? You are wrong for that shit!” No Hands yelled at her. Aries went into her bra then pulled some money out. I snatched it from her. Afterwards, I spotted Kyree’s shoes by the kitchen table. I picked up her shoes then headed for the door.

  “I’m not trying to beef with you but you a lame-ass nigga for letting that bushy-pussy bitch dog your girl out like that,” I said to him then he grilled me. Aries started cursing me out as I walked out of the house.

  When I got to my car Kyree had tears running down her face.

  “Yo, I swear you would be a dumb-ass broad if you go back to that! I would lose all respect for you! I’m not saying this because I want you; I’m saying this because another nigga had to get your shit out of a man’s house you claim you love so much. Count your money because his bitch was going through your shit,” I said to her. She put her head down then started crying even harder.

  When I pulled up to her house she sat still for a while. “Thank you, Osari,” she said before she got out of my whip. I rolled the window down.

  “Kyree!” I called out.

  “Yeah,” she replied.

  “Don’t call me no more and I mean that shit,” I said pulling off. I needed to focus and lately I been off track.

  Money over bitches!

  Chapter 7- Tassana

  I had been watching Kai’s house for the past few days. She must have thought I had forgotten about her. I didn’t forget about her fucking me over. I really did love Kai as a friend, and even though I threatened to turn her in, I wasn’t going to. But all of that went out the window after Tudos told me he got her pregnant. I sat in my car across the street as the police pulled up. She was going down and her brother was going down with her! They both set up some guy from out of town a few years ago and the guy ended up dead. I don’t have anything against Geechie but he would try to kill me if he knew I ratted his sister out. They both had to go.

  The police knocked on her door and she answered it with a robe on. She must have thought she was getting ready to go into work at the bank. I reported her to her job for letting people come in and cash fake checks at her station for a small percentage of it. Kai would not have a job or a life by the time I was done with her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they slapped handcuffs on her. Jessup walked out of the house shirtless. He was confused as to what was going on. I guess I ruined their morning sex!

  I’d been out all night watching her house to make sure the police knew where she was going to be in case I had to follow her. Osari called me but I didn’t answer. I didn’t want him to put a dent in my plans.

  As far as in Tokyo and Kauzie, they can both go to hell. I had put so much time and energy into them I was losing focus on what I wanted out of life. I had a man in my house that could give me everything I’ve ever wanted. All I have to do is prove to Osari that I can be the woman he needs. There wasn’t any reason to focus on Kauzie anymore! Tokyo let everything out of the bag. I no longer gave a damn what my parents thought about the man that I wanted.

  When I got home Osari was in the shower. When he got out he grabbed a towel then wrapped it around his waist. Specks of water dripped down his chiseled chest. His funny-colored eyes pierced through me. He pushed me into the wall.

  “Where the fuck you been at?” he asked me.

  “I was out! Why does it matter?” I asked him. I was still pissed off at him for tossing my expensive things out. He didn’t touch my basic clothes or shoes. All my name brand items were scattered out in the woods somewhere behind the house.

  “Why didn’t you answer your phone?” he asked me.

  “Because I didn’t feel like it! Do you answer when I call?” I replied. He gripped my face, squeezing it until my teeth grinded together. The uncomfortable pain bought tears to my eyes.

  “Don’t disrespect me like that again! Be in here before I make it here!” he gritted.

  “I’m tired of you treating me like this! Damn it! I’m sorry for taking your money! I regretted it but it was too late for me to turn back! I had a feeling Lee knew who I was. I was just too scared to come back to you,” I said after he let me go.

  His eyes softened. He walked into the bedroom to dry off. He dropped his towel and his dick pointed at me. As bad as I wanted to make love to it I looked away.

  He got dressed in a pair of baller shorts and a wife beater.

  “Where are you going?” I asked him.

  “To the gym. You want to go with me?” he asked.

  “What are you trying to say?” I asked him.

  “Yo, I swear I’m not going there with you,” he said.

  The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. It was his sister, Tasira. I hate that bitch. If I didn’t like Osari so much Tasira would’ve been locked up right along with Tudos.

  “Look at what we have here. The gold-digger of the year! I can’t even call you that because you are giving the pussy away for free with the hopes of getting paid!” She laughed, pushing past me.

  “You know I don’t see what men see in you and your sister. Y’all are not even in shape! I met her the other day and, girllll, she had a mouth on her! If she didn’t have what I wanted I might actually like her!” she said to me. I rolled my eyes at Tasira but I wanted to choke her!

  “You don’t fucking scare me!” I said to Tasira. If I had known I had stolen some of her money too, I wouldn
’t have felt as bad as I did at first.

  “Oh, I know. But Osari does. If I tell him to kill you he would do it,” Tasira said to me.

  “I don’t take orders from nobody!” Osari said, coming down the stairs. I could tell there was a dispute between them. I smiled at Tasira and she rolled her eyes at me. Tasira was drop-dead gorgeous I will admit. She had the same pretty eye color as Osari and the same smooth butterscotch complexion as him.

  “You still mad at me, little brother? I got you something!” she said, handing him a gift bag. He snatched it from her.

  “Thanks, now get the fuck out!” he said to her. She pouted and the hoe almost looked innocent. Osari’s looks softened then he smiled at her showing his cute little dimple. So that’s this nigga’s weakness, I see. He softens up when a broad starts pouting!

  “Don’t play with me like that nigga! You know I’m a sucker for that pouting shit!” he said to her. He went into the bag pulling out a Versace necklace with a pair of Versace shades.