Authors: Charmanie Saquea
When a Thug Loves a Woman
“Fuck you, nigga! You ain't shit!”
I jumped up from my mama’s table, damn near choking on the food I had just stuffed in my mouth, when I heard the sound of glass breaking and my car alarm going off. With the speed of lightning, I moved to the front door and almost yanked it off the hinges when I snatched it open. There, causing a scene in front of the whole neighborhood, was none other than the bitch I made a mistake in getting pregnant four years ago.
“Bitch, you must have a death wish!” I yelled as I rushed towards her.
Her ass was going in on my damn Benz with a metal bat like she was Sammy Sosa or some shit. The moment she saw me, her ass must have come back to her senses or some shit because she had suddenly simmered down and turned into a coward, running around the car to get away from me.
“You really fucked that bitch, Casino? Just fuck me and my feelings then, huh?” China said as she backed up.
“China, what the fuck are you talking about? Take your stupid ass home and stop giving these people something to talk about!” I said through gritted teeth.
China knew I hated having muthafuckas all up in my business and I wasn't with that causing scenes shit but it was like her ass thrived off this shit. I don’t know if pissing me off got her pussy wet or what because it seemed as if every other day she was doing some shit that made me want to kill her.
“No, nigga, you fucked a bitch that used to be my best friend!” she yelled as she slammed the bat into my windshield.
This bitch done lost her fucking mind
, I thought as I rushed her ass. She tried to run but her slow ass was not match for me. I grabbed her by that horse shit she had sewed onto her head and yanked her right back. She tried to scream but I grabbed her by her throat, pinning her to the car.
“This what the fuck you want, huh? I should break your fucking jaw!” I bellowed as I reached back to hit her dead in her shit.
“Casino! You better not!”
I got pissed off at the fact that all of a sudden my mama wanted to bring her ass outside and intervene when it was time for China to get her ass whooped but when she was out here acting a fool and fucking my shit up, she didn't have anything to say then. The more China tried to move, the harder I pressed and tried to crush her damn windpipe.
“I guess you think I'm playing with you,” my mama said as she came and stood next to me. “Let her go or you're going to have to tangle with me,” she said with her hands on her hips.
I looked down at her small frame and tried not to laugh as a small smirk formed on my face. My mom was only 5’0, a whole foot shorter than me, but she acted like she was the Hulk or somebody. I've heard stories about how my mom used to whoop ass back in the day and that's something I would've loved to pay to see.
Finally, I let go of China’s throat and backed up. Of course, being the drama queen that she is, she had to perform and act like I was killing her. Now, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't dare put my hands on a woman because I was raised better than that but China is the type of broad that would make you want to knock her ass out.
She didn't always act like this, though. It was as if after she had our daughter, Casiyah, her ass decided to flip the crazy switch to on. Thanks to her ass, I make sure I'm double strapped out here when I'm dicking hoes down because getting another bitch pregnant is nowhere on my agenda. Especially if they all act like China’s ass.
“Now, what the hell is wrong with you two? Out here acting a fool in front of all these people,” my mama snapped.
“He…he fucked Aamil,” China cried.
I rolled my eyes at her theatrics. Just two minutes ago, she was busting my windows out. Now she wanted to act all heartbroken and shit.
“You a damn fool if you believe that shit. Ma, send her ass home,” I said as I walked away.
“She came over just to tell me that her son is yours!” China yelled.
Now that shit caused me to pause for a moment. Then I had to remember just who the fuck we were talking about for a minute here. Aamil was a little freak that my nigga fucked with on the low from time to time. Did I fuck her? Yea, once. Me and Kendal were always sharing hoes and it had been that way since we met each other. The only chicks that were off limits were the baby mamas and the one we really loved.
As far as I'm concerned, that could be Kendal’s baby. All I know is that Aamil, China and whoever else got me fucked up if they think her son is mine. That's just some shit I know is impossible because I know for a fact I used a condom with her ass.
“Ma, don't start. My food getting cold,” I told her as she came back in the house.
“Boy, you better shut the hell up and listen to what the fuck I got to say,” she fussed.
I just put my fork down and gave her my undivided attention. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Now, you know I don't say much about you and China's mess but when y'all bring it to my front door, trust, you're going to hear my mouth. I don’t know what China is talking about or if it's even true but you better get to the bottom of it, and quick! I know she can be dramatic but that shit really hurt her. At the end of the day, she's still the mother of your child, so please help me understand how you could sleep with a bitch that she called her best friend? I guess the apple don't fall far from the tree.” She rolled her eyes.
I wanted to check her about her slick little comment but I decided to let her slide this time. My mama was always taking slick jabs at my pops, knowing damn well she loved that man. “Ma, that broad just saying that to fuck with China head. She been wanting me since day one and since she can't have me, she wanna fill her head up will bullshit. That's why China cut her off in the first place. I can guarantee you that baby ain't mine,” I told her.
She cut her eyes at me like she didn't believe a damn word that just came out of my mouth and I laughed. It was like my mom had a bullshit detector or something that she could read right through you.
“Mhm, whatever, boy. Don't let this shit come back to bite you in the ass, Casimir,” she said before leaving the kitchen. “And you better clean up my kitchen before you leave!”
I just shook my head at her as my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see I had a text message from Kendal.
Kisses the move tonight?
This nigga always spending money on hoes
, I thought as I wiped my hand off to text him back.
It's whatever, you know I'm down just let me know
I wasn't that big on strip clubs but I had no problems with swinging through Kisses to let loose tonight. Especially with the bullshit China just did. I needed to blow off a little steam.
“One shot of Patrón,” I said as I placed the shot glass on the bar.
Tonight was a busy night at Kisses and instead of niggas taking advantage of using the damn bottle girls, they wanted to crowd around the bar. I moved to the other end of the bar to take my next order when I saw him coming. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. It was just like a natural reaction whenever I saw him.
“Hey, baby, come take my order,” Kendal said as he held up some money.
“Ask one of the other bartenders, I'm busy,” I said dully as I finished mixing the drink I was making.
“Let me get a Coke and Henny,” he said, ignoring everything I just said.
I acted like I couldn't hear him as I continued with what I was doing. It was no secret that I couldn't stand his worrisome ass and I never tried to hide the fact. I could spot a bitch made nigga from a mile away and Kendal was just that; a bitch nigga.
“So you gonna act like you don't hear me? Fuck you then, bitch, with your tar baby ass. Black bit—”
“Aye, nigga, chill the fuck out! It ain't even that serious,” his homeboy said as he stepped in. “Besides, I think her little chocolate ass is sexy.”
I rolled my eyes at the both of them as I finished passing out the drinks I had just made. I hated having to bite my tongue but Lord knows I need this job and these niggas weren't worth my livelihood. After I was done, I turned towards Kendal’s homeboy.
“What can I get you?” I asked him with my hands on my hips.
“How about your number for starters, then we can go from there,” he smiled.
“To drink,” I told him, unenthused and uninterested.
Being a bartender, being hit on came with the territory and I was beyond used to it by now but I was not the least bit interested in any of these niggas that would come in Kisses every weekend tricking off their kids’ college fund and health care. I damn sure wasn't interested in any nigga that called himself being a friend of Kendal. Even though he didn't frequent Kisses as much as Kendal, I had seen him come in here with him a few times.
“Why you acting like that, mama? I’m just trying to make conversation, that's all. You asked me what I wanted and I told you. You don't have to be like that, definitely don't mind my buddy over here. He didn't mean no harm but I'll take that Henny and Coke for him and a bottle of Rosé for me,” he said.
Kendal’s ugly ass just huffed and I sucked my teeth before going to retrieve their drinks. These niggas better be glad they got the more civilized and calm Bambi, because had this been a year ago, I would have turned this club upside down acting a fool for Kendal talking to me like that.
Now I'm mature and know how to handle myself. I realize I have something to live for and it's not worth being locked up because of what someone said. Now, if he were to ever put his hands on me, I would gladly do that time.
“Here you go,” I said as I placed the drink and bottle in front of him.
He placed the money on the bar to pay for it and I grab it up and walked away.
“Aye!” he called me back.
Slowly, I turned around to see what he could possibly want now. He beckoned me back with his finger so I walked back over to him.
“Here's your tip, and once again, sorry for my nigga’s disrespect earlier,” he said before sliding the money between my fingers and walking away.
I looked down at the money in my hands and counted four Benjamin’s.
This man just left a four-hundred-dollar tip
, I thought to myself, astonished. I looked back up in his direction to see if he was serious but not once did he break his stride or look back as the half-naked hoes flocked him and followed him to his seat.
“Come on, don't do this to me,” I stressed.
Here I was, sitting in the parking lot of Kisses in the middle of the night trying to go home but my car wouldn't start. This was the last thing I needed right now, another thing for me to have to pay to get fixed. Like my Grammy always say, ‘If it's not one thing, it's another.’ I waited a few seconds and tried it again but just like before, I got nothing.
Tap tap tap
I jumped and reached on the side of me for my baby nine when I heard someone tapping on my window. I had been so fixated on trying to get my car to start that I never noticed anyone walking up.
Damn, I'm slipping.
“Whoa, easy, mama. It's just me,” the guy from earlier laughed as he threw his hands up in mock surrender.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better or something? I don’t know you! What, are you stalking me?” I questioned, never taking my hand off my gun.
He was in a full blown laughter now, like I had told a joke or something. Yet, here I was, sitting here with a scowl on my face.
“Come on, now, do I look like the type that would have to stalk some pussy? I was getting ready to leave and I saw you needed a little help so I decided to be a gentleman tonight because you caught me on a good night. Now I'm starting to rethink the shit because you got me talking to you through the car and shit like I'm some common nigga
you pulling out on me. What's up with that?” he asked.
Even though I didn't get the creep vibe from him like I got from his homeboy, I still wasn't taking any chances so I got out of the car with my baby by my side just in case he wanted to try some slick shit. “My car won't start,” I told him.
“Okay, so how about I give you a ride to the crib then I can have my homeboy take a look at your car and fix whatever needs to be done?” he said as if he were asking a question.
I immediately starting shaking my head to let him know neither of those suggestions were going to work. I didn't know this man from Adam, so getting in a car with him and letting him know where I lay my head was out of the question. “I'll just wait here and call a tow truck or something. Besides, I don’t have any money to be paying for it to get fixed right now,” I let him know.
“Come on now, mama. Don't insult a nigga like that. I would never leave you alone out here by yourself, especially in the middle of the night. You think I would try some bullshit with you and you got a gun in your hand? I bet you know how to use it, too. I'm not that crazy. Just come on. I promise to be on my best behavior,” he said.
I stood there and weighed out my options. I really needed to get home and I knew it would take forever for a tow truck to come get it, then I would still have to find a ride home. Sighing, I knew that he was my only choice right now. “What's your name?” I asked.
“Casino,” he said, extending his hand for me to shake.
“Bambi,” I informed him.
“Oh, I know. Come on, though,” he said as he continued to hold my hand and led me over to an Audi.
He hit the locks before opening the passenger’s door for me. I climbed in and instantly my butt melted on his leather seat that was soft as butter. When he got in the car, he pulled out his phone and dialed some numbers.
“Go ahead and pull off, I'm good. Call up Quincy in the morning for me and tell him I need another car looked at,” he said before hanging up and looking over at me. “Where to?”
I gave him my address and he pulled out of the parking lot. The ride to my house was a very quiet one because of me being lost in my thoughts. I just stared out the tinted window as I watched the nighttime Detroit sky pass me by.
“You don't talk much, huh?” Casino asked, snatching me from my thoughts.
“I don’t have nothing to say.”
As he came to a stop at a red light, he looked over at me like he wanted to say something but he decided against it. Out the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me but I refused to look at him. Thankfully, the light turned green and his eyes went back on the road.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up on my street and I was grateful because that the most awkward car ride I had ever been on.
“You can stop right here,” I said before he could make it to my house.
“You live here?”
“No, but I'll be fine. Thank you for the ride, though,” I said before opening the door to get out.
“Hold up,” he said as he lightly grabbed my hand. “Since you won't let me drop you off at home, put my number in your phone and text me when you get there to let me know you got in safe at least.”
Reaching in my pocket, I unlocked my phone and plugged in his number as he called it out to store him in. Before I could shut his car door, he had some parting words for me.
“Aye, don't bullshit a bullshitter, Bambi. Text me and let me know you made it in, I don’t wanna have to come back and kick every door on the street in until I find you and fuck you up for being hardheaded,” he told me.
I just gave him a small smile before shutting his door and walking away. I watched his car as he drove off and I walked a few houses down. When I made it to my house, I unlocked my door and prepared myself for a good night of slumber. Forgetting to text Casino.
I closed my eyes and inhaled my first breath of fresh air in nine years. That's how long they had my black ass caged away like an animal but it was all good because if I had to do it all again, I would. I would rather it be me locked up than my baby brother any day. I did this shit for him and I wouldn't dare complain about it nor do I regret the shit.
When I opened my eyes, I saw his little ass standing next to a Range with a goofy ass smile on his face. I won't even lie, I've never been so happy to see him a day in my life. I put some pep in my step as I walked towards him.
“Muthafuckin Casino!” I laughed as I pulled him in for a hug.
“Welcome home, Canaan, man, damn,” he said as he hugged me tightly.
I've never been a sentimental type of nigga but nobody would understand the love I have for my brother. Being that I'm six years older than Casino, I had always been overprotective of him. Any problems that he had, they were
problems, any beef he had, that was
beef. Don't get me wrong. I let my little brother handle his own shit and let him know that I wasn't always going to be there but I also let them other niggas know that Casino had a crazy ass big brother at home that was waiting for a nigga to act stupid so he could put them on they ass.
“This bitch bad,” I said as I rubbed my hand over his custom red painted Range Rover.
“Ain't it, though? When I saw it, I couldn't pass it up,” he smiled.
“You shining, ain't you?” I joked.
“Nah, nigga, I'm not. But you definitely are.”
I stopped walking and looked at him, confused. “What you talking about?”
“After you get your license and shit taken care of, this all you, baby! You know red ain't never been my color anyway.” He shrugged.
I stepped back and looked at this nigga like he had lost his mind. When I saw that he was serious as hell, I went around to his side and swooped his ass up to give him some brotherly love. I swear my little brother was the realist nigga I knew.
“Alright, big ass, put me the fuck down! You about to break my back and shit,” Casino laughed.
“I'm just saying, though, Casino. This some real ass shit right here, I wasn't expecting this,” I told him.
“Why not? It's the least I could do,” he told me. “Now bring yo ass on so we can get the fuck away from this bitch.”
He really didn't have to tell me twice. After nine years, I was ready to go and had promises of never coming back. As Casino pulled off, I sat back in my seat and thought about how so much had changed since I had been locked up. Niggas that I used to call my day ones turned their backs on me as soon as the gates closed, I lost the only girl that I ever loved, word on the street is I got a son I ain't never met. Just a lot of crazy shit.
Now that I was out, I planned to make things right with everyone that I had fucked up with. My main goal was to find my son and see what type of bullshit his mama was on. I had been trying for years to get in contact with her to see if my son was
my son and why the fuck she would keep that shit from me.
“What you gonna do now that you home, big bruh?” Casino asked me.
“The only thing I know how to do, baby boy, make money,” I informed him. “I know you gonna let me do that?”
Casino peeled his eyes from the road and looked at me like I had insulted him or something. I just asked to be sure. Just because I was locked up didn't mean I didn't hear things. The streets talk and shit always got back to us behind bars. I heard how my little brother was running these streets now and he was the nigga to be. Word was wasn't nobody eating unless he said so.
“Nigga, I'm just asking because some people get out and like to walk the straight and narrow. I just wanted to see where your head was at so I knew how to come at you.”
“I'm not one of those niggas. You already know what it is with me.”
Casino nodded his head. “Alright, Imma give you a few days to just cool out then it's back to business. I got one of my legit businesses for you to work at, too, so the shit will look good on paper for your PO and all that,” he told me.
“You got it all figured out huh?” I smiled.
“I do what I can,” he shrugged with a smile. “I got a few more surprises for you too when we reach our destination.”
I couldn't say nothing. My little brother was known for having tricks up his sleeve.
We pulled up to a street in Royal Oak that only had two houses next to each other. I didn't ask any questions as we walked up to the house until I was hit with the smell of food that instantly made my stomach grumble. Mama.
“This Mama crib?” I asked.
“That's mama crib,” he pointed next door before dropping a pair of keys in my hand. “This just something little for you.”
I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I unlocked the door. When I walked in, I could tell off bat that my mama had taken the liberty of decorating for me. She definitely made the pad look homely.
I looked down to see a little body running in me and Casino’s direction. My brother bent down and swooped little mama up into his arms and she laid her head on his shoulder.
“What's up, baby girl? Say hey to your Uncle Can Man.”
Her little pretty self peeked at me and smiled. “Hey, Uncle Candy Land!”
I burst right into laughter. I don't know how the hell she got Candy Land from Can Man but I'll roll with it.
“Not candy land, Casiyah. Can Man,” Casino told her as he tickled her.
“Uncle Casino, can we go to Nana’s house and play the game?”
I looked up as a little boy who looked just like me when I was little cut around the corner. He looked at me like he knew me but he wasn't sure before he looked back at Casino. I was so speechless that I didn't know what to say. All I could do was stand there and stare at him.
“Come here, Caner,” Casino said. “You know who that is, right? Why don't you go show him some love?”
He walked over to me and stood in front of me with a smile on his face. “Hi, dad,” was all he said before wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Oh shit,” I whispered. “Hey, son.”
I know I said before that I wasn't a sentimental guy nor was I an emotional one but this shit right here really brought me to tears. I had been gone for years, not knowing for sure if I had a son and if I did, where he was. This was definitely the highlight of my day, my life, even. This felt way better than getting out of prison.
“Oh great, I been slaving over a stove all day to make sure my son ate good for his first meal out and I can't get no love,” my mama said as she came in with her hands on her hips.
“Aw, ma, you know I was coming. I'm just a little overwhelmed right now because I really wasn't expecting this,” I said as I looked down at Caner.
“I know, baby, I'm just messing with you. Welcome home,” she said as she hugged and kissed me. “The food is done, so let's eat. Caner and Casiyah, come with me so we can wash your hands,” she instructed and they happily obliged her.
My smile couldn't be contained as I looked around at my family. After nine long years, we were together again and even had some new additions that I would have the joy of getting to know. Shit ain't all good for a nigga right now but it definitely ain't all bad, either. I took the wrap so that my brother could stay out here and do something with his life.
Obviously, he did exactly what I wanted him to do. I'm not looking for no handouts or for Casino to put me on just because we share the same blood. I have no problem working for mine but just knowing that Casino has my back and is willing to let me be down speaks volumes. Playtime is over. I'm home now and I’m ready to get back to the shit.
I called a very special meeting today with my lieutenants because now that Can Man is home, there were going to be some major changes being made. When we walked into the warehouse, some of the niggas started cheering and clapping and those who didn't know Canaan were looking confused. We had kept his release on the low for a few days and today was the first day he was making it known he was home.
“A nigga really feeling the love,” Canaan’s goofy ass said.
“Welcome home, big baby!” Baju, one of his old homies shouted out.
“Thank you, thank you. It's good to be back, now let's get this moneyyyy,” he clowned.
I just shook my head at his crazy ass. I knew my brother was happy as hell to be home so I was letting him have his little moment.
“Alright, y'all, listen up. For those of you that don't know, if it wasn’t for Canaan, none of us would be in here today. My brother unselfishly put me in the position that I'm in today, which allowed me to put each and every one of you in the position that you're in now. We’re eating because of Canaan, like I previously stated. So, with that being said, there's going to be some major changes taking place,” I let everyone know.
I knew what I was about to say was probably going to ruffle a few of these niggas’ feathers but quite frankly, I just didn't give a fuck. Nine years ago my brother took the wrap for some drugs that were in his car that didn't belong to him just so I could stay out here and build an empire for us. He could have easily let me take the fall for it but he didn't.
Canaan came home on some fufu shit talking about he had no problem working for his position and all that other crazy stuff. He and anyone else who thought like that got me fucked up! My brother did his time for his position, nine years hard time to be exact.
“Canaan is now officially my second in command. Anytime you—”
“What!” Kendal cut me off. “Hold up, Casino. What the fuck is you talking about, man? You know good and damn well I'm second in command.”
I could see Canaan tensing up the moment Kendal decided to open his mouth. He tried to take a step toward him and I had to hold him back. Canaan was a cool nigga and all that but he had issues with his temper and attitude. “Who the fuck is this nigga in here throwing temper tantrums and shit, Casino?” Canaan asked me but his eyes never left Kendal.
“Both of y'all chill out,” I said. “Can Man, that's Kendal.”
Canaan looked Kendal up and down, sizing him up before he shot his eyes to me and shook his head. The two bullheaded niggas had never had a chance to meet each other before but I had spoken to Canaan about Kendal plenty of times and he knew his position in our operation.
“Whatever, we'll talk about this shit later,” Canaan told me.
“Back to what the fuck I was saying, Canaan will now be the second in command. Anytime you can't reach me, go straight to him. The same respect you give me, I know you'll have no problems showing it to him. If you think I'm crazy, have fun dealing with the muthafucka that made me the way I am,” I said, causing Canaan and the few that knew him to chuckle.
“So, exactly what is my position now?” Kendal asked dryly.
“Demote his ass for acting like a little bitch,” Canaan said.
I ignored my brother because I knew he was trying to get under Kendal’s skin. “Kendal, don't take this shit to the heart, nigga. You my boy and all that but like I said, since Canaan is home, it’s going to be some changes taking place. Just do what you been doing. I trust you and all that but I don't trust no nigga like I trust the nigga I share the same blood with. If anyone has a problem with these changes, he is free to walk but you know what that means,” I said, aiming that statement directly at Kendal.
Nobody said anything or objected, so I adjourned the meeting. Kendal was just going to have to suck it up and stop acting like a bitch about the situation. Just because he wasn't my second in command anymore didn't mean I didn't value him or that I didn't need him.
He'll be alright.
“You sure that's the right address?” I asked Grizzly, my top security.
“Yup, I watched her go in that night when I rode past,” Grizzly said.
I cut my eyes at him, “The night I told you to drive off and go home, huh?”
Grizzly hit me with a smirk and shrugged as I turned my attention back to the house.
“Alright, stay here,” I said as I got out the car.
I walked up to Bambi’s apartment and knocked on the door Grizzly gave me the address to. Her little ass thought she was slick by having me drop her off down the street but here I was at her front door days later. I heard the locks moving before the door opened to show her face, shocked to see me standing there.
“Casino? I… I—”
“You're hardheaded as fuck, that's what you are,” I told her as I pushed her back in the house by her waist.
She was standing there in a sports bra and some little ass shorts with her little chocolate ass on display. I couldn't help but to lick my lips as I let my eyes roam all over her body. Her little sexy ass was putting Tika Sumpter to shame. I had never been with a dark skinned woman before but she had me wondering what the fuck I had been missing out on.
“Uhh, helloooo!” she said, snapping her fingers at me.
“Not right now, I'm fantasizing,” I told her as I walked up on her. “Are you flexible?”
She looked at me and laughed but I was dead ass serious. “Is my car ready?” she asked, ignoring my question and backing up.
“What you got in here to eat? I’m hungry as fuck,” I said, walking around her to get to her kitchen. Since she wanted to be stubborn and ignore my question, I was going to be childish and do the same to her.
“Wait, hold up! You can't just walk in my house like that. You don't know who I got in here,” Bambi said as she walked behind me.
Before I could even respond to her, my phone started ringing. Taking it out of my pocket, I saw that it was China's crazy ass calling. Everything in me was telling me to hit the decline button on her but I had to remember she still had my daughter and it could possibly be something wrong with her.
“Casino, I need some money,” China said.
I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it as if she could see the face that I'm making. “You got me fucked up! You know how much you owe me for my car? Fuck off my line with that bullshit, China,” I snapped before hanging up.
I looked up to find Bambi standing there looking at me. We just stood there staring at each other until she finally looked away from me.
“Get dressed,” I told. “We got somewhere to be.”
She looked at me like she wanted to protest but instead she left the kitchen and I watched her ass jiggle with each step she took. While she was getting dressed, I looked around the kitchen to see what I could find to snack on. I found a bag of chips and a Sprite in the fridge.
“How you just gonna eat my food?” I heard behind me as I had the bag of chips tipped up to my mouth.
“I told you I was hungry. Damn, it's just a bag of chips. Calm down, Choc,” I told her.
“What you just call me?”
“Choc, with your sexy chocolate ass. Now come on.” I smirked.
Bambi just shook her head as she led the way out the house so she could lock up. Grizzly took it upon himself to get out of the truck and open the door for her. She shot him a small smile before climbing in the back next to me.
“Why you be acting like that with, me Choc?” I asked her as Grizzly drove us to our destination.
“Like you're not interested in me,” I told her.
“I'm not,” Bambi said as she finally turned her attention from the window to look at me.
I put my hand over my heart like I was hurt and she just rolled her eyes at me, causing me to laugh. Her attitude would probably turn most niggas off but I loved that shit. “Why the hell not? I'm a good nigga,” I let her know.
“Yea, that's what they all say but I know your type. You and your boy are one and the same,” she said.
“Ahh, see, now you're judging me without even knowing all the facts. Kendal ain't me and I'm damn sure not him, I'm not the company I keep.”
“Well, I really think you should start
the company you keep,” she said, looking me dead in my eyes.
I don’t know what it was but something about the way she said that shit kind of threw me off. It was like she was trying to warn me about Kendal or something but I blew it off because I knew my nigga was good. We had been rocking for years and I didn't ever have to worry about him crossing me. I figured she was just saying that because they'd had an exchange of words.
Grizzly pulled up to my auto shop that I let my boy Quincy run and the one Canaan was now working at. He had always been good with fixing cars with our pops when we were growing up so I thought this would be a great fit for him.
“Come on,” I told Bambi as Grizzly parked.
“What's up, little nigga?” Canaan greeted me. “Who this you got with you?” he asked as he gave Bambi that slick ass smile he was known for.
“Gone, man, get to work before your ass gets fired,” I told him as I pulled Bambi to the back where Quincy was. “Q-Dog, what you got for me, my man?”
“Casino,” he sighed. “I have some good news and I have some not so good news. Your car is as good as new but the other one you brought in is going to need a little more work than I initially thought. We're to have to keep it for a few more days until one of the parts I ordered comes in,” Quincy explained as he gave me my keys.
“Oh no,” Bambi groaned. “How much is all this going to cost me? What is a few more days? I need a ride to my jobs and back. I mean, I can take the bus to my first job and home, but my second job, the bus will be stopped running by then,” she ranted.
“Why you stressing so hard? Everything gon be alright,” I told her. “Quincy, call me as soon as your done with her car and not a minute later.”
“Got you, boss,” he said.
I grabbed Bambi’s hand and led her out the building to where Quincy had my car parked. I dropped the keys in her hand and she looked at me, confused.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“You need to get around, don’t you?” I retorted.
“Casino, no. I can’t, I’ll be fine. Really, I will.” She shook her head.
“Just call and let me know when you get in from work tonight, don’t play with me this time. I know where you live, Choc, and a nigga like me is not afraid to do pop ups, as you can see,” I told her before walking away.
I looked to my left to see Canaan’s ugly ass standing in the doorway smirking like he knew something I didn’t. I gave him the finger before walking back over to my truck where Grizzly was waiting for me. He looked like he wanted to say something but he just smiled and decided against it before pulling out of the parking lot.
I sucked my teeth as I was greeted by Casino’s voicemail for the fourth time in a row. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why this nigga was the one mad and had an attitude when I was the only one who had the right to be pissed off. His trifling ass had the nerve to fuck a bitch that I claimed as my best friend once upon a time and get mad because I fucked his car up. It was just like his black ass to be more concerned with material things than the things that really matter.
I may have stretched the truth a little when I said Aamil came to my house and claimed her son was Casino’s but I just so happened to run into her ass when I was out one day and I saw her son. I damn near lost my mind when I realized her son was Casiyah’s twin when she was that age. I always had my speculations about the two of them dirty bitches but I never thought the shit would come about in the form of a baby.
“Ain’t that Casino’s car right there?” Magnolia, my sister asked.
“Where?” I questioned.
“Right there.” She pointed to a car that was pulling into the parking lot.
Sure enough that was his money green Benz, the one I had fucked up last week, pulling in.
“What is he doing over here?” I asked myself out loud.
Imagine my surprise when it wasn’t Casino’s ass that got out of the car but a bitch. The killer part was he wasn’t even with her. As many times as I’d asked that man, my baby daddy, to push one of his whips and he damn near cursed me out every single time and told me I had my own car. Now here was this bitch I had never seen before driving his shit.
“He got me so fucked up!” I yelled as I opened my door. “Come on.”
“Ohh, this about to be good!” Magnolia’s messy ass laughed as she got out of the car.
I followed behind this bitch as she went into the shop to get her nails done. This bitch didn’t even look like Casino’s type, that I knew for a fact. I saw that she was getting her nails done so I was going to get mine done to just to fuck with her head.
“You want long or short nail?” Ming asked me.
“Long,” I told her.
“China, did Casino give you that money? We should go out tonight,” Magnolia asked.
That’s my bitch
, I thought as a wicked smile formed on my face. Even though my sister was messy as fuck and lived for drama, sometimes I loved that shit about her; like now. She knew when to get shit popped off.
“Of course he did, you know I always get what I want from him,” I said as I ran my tongue across my bottom lip.
Our eyes connected but no words were exchanged between us. She let her eyes roam over me like she was sizing me up or something before a small smile formed on her face and she shook her head.
“I know that’s right, girl. You and your family cute or whatever.” Magnolia smiled.
“Don’t I know it? Every bitch in Detroit know it, too,” I said as I shot my eyes back in her direction.
“Look, baby girl, if you got something you feel you need to get off your chest then go ahead and say it. I’m not with all this sugar coating and sending subliminal messages and shit. We’re all grown as hell in here, so let’s act like it,” she told me.
“I’m not sugar coating shit! Everybody knows that Casino is mine. Shit, he’s been mine for the past six years. We have a four-year-old daughter…a family, bitch. Where the fuck he gonna go? Every now and then, it’s bitches like you that come around and think they can take my place but he always comes back and always will,” I let her know.
“Fact check that, hoe,” Magnolia added her two cents.
Homegirl just laughed as if she found me to be very comical. I wanted to slap her ass because I didn’t see shit funny.
“And you wasted your breath telling me all that because? If you were so secure about your position in his life then you wouldn’t have wasted your time explaining that bullshit to me, a bitch who doesn’t even want Casino. Especially if you’re the type of bitch he would lay with,” she said as she got up. “Cancel my appointment, I’ll be back later when this trash ain’t in here,” she said before walking out.
“Who the fuck you calling trash?” I yelled but she was already gone.
“Bitch, did you see her face when you said you and Casino had a daughter? I was about to run over there and pick it up off the floor for her,” Magnolia laughed as we walked into my house.
Ever since we left the nail shop, that was all she could talk about. I had already been over it, but leave it up to Magnolia to not know how to leave shit alone. I looked at her ass with my face scrunched up as I sat on my couch.
“Don’t you got somewhere to be?” I asked her.
“Nope.” She rolled her eyes as she sat down next to me.
Before I could say anything else, my front door was swinging open with force and Casino’s crazy ass was rushing towards me like a raging bull. I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into him but I’ve known him long enough to know that whenever he looked like that, the best thing for you to do was to run.
“Ahh!” I screamed as I tried to jump off the couch but it was too late.
“This what the fuck you wanted, right?” he asked as he hit me in the face with some money. “Stop being fucking messy, China! That shit ain’t cute nor do it make me want your ass.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, playing dumb.
“Alright, girl, I’ll call you later,” Magnolia said as she got up to leave.
Ooh, Imma kill this bitch
, I thought to myself as I tried to pry Casino’s hands from the front of my shirt. Just a few minutes ago, when I asked her if she had somewhere to be, she said no but all of a sudden she was running like someone had lit a fire under her ass.
“Casino, ju…just calm down,” I said.
“I’m tired of you doing dumb shit, Chi! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m sorry, just let me make it up to you,” I said as I reached for his belt.
Casino let my shirt go and slapped my hand away before sitting on the couch. I just sat there and stared at him. My baby daddy was so sexy with caramel ass that no matter what he did, I could never stay mad at him for long. I got up and straddled his lap, he tried to push me away I wouldn’t let him.
“You be on some bullshit, Chi,” he said.
“I said I was sorry,” I said as I kissed his neck.
I knew that no matter how hard he tried to act, Casino couldn’t resist me. I wasn’t lying when I said he always comes back. No matter what I did or how crazy I acted, Casino always found his way back in my bed. So no, I was never worried about a bitch coming in and taking my place because my spot in his life was solidified as long as I had Casiyah.
“Stop playing, man,” he groaned as I whined my hips on his dick.
I let out a giggle as I got up and took my clothes off and he undid his belt and pants. My mouth instantly began to water when his thick dick sprang to life. Not only was it thick but it was long with a curve as well.
“Come on, I don’t have all day to be playing with your ass. You got a hour before you gotta pick Casiyah up, so make this shit quick,” he demanded as he slid a condom on.
“Yes, daddy,” I purred as I got back on his lap and eased him inside of me. “Oh shit,”
I swear I could feel this nigga’s dick in my chest as I began to bounce up and down like I was on a pogo tick. Casino grabbed a hold of my waist and took one of my nipples into his mouth, lightly biting and sucking, further driving me crazy. He slapped my ass and it gave me ammunition to go faster.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned as he continued to hit my spot.
I never understood how he could hit me with some good dick like this then have the nerve to call me crazy whenever he tried to entertain another bitch.
You damn right I’m going to act a fool any time I just think you’re trying to break a bitch off with some of this dope dick
“Baby, waaaaaait!” I yelled out as Casino took it upon himself to start fucking me from the bottom.
That was just like his ass to flip the script on me. Here I was thinking I was in control and this nigga done took over.
“You what? You cumming?” he asked.
“Ye…yessssss!” I answered as I came.
Casino pulled out and flipped me over so that I was face down, ass up on the couch before thrusting back into me. He continued to hit my spot, fucking the sound out of my as he grabbed a hold of my hair.
“Ah shit!” he yelled as he came. “That position gets me every time,” he laughed as he got up to flush the condom.
He fucked me so good that I couldn’t even move and he had the nerve to leave my pussy throbbing. I was dozing off by time he came back in the room with a rag and got dressed. He threw some money on the table and left without saying anything else. I didn’t care, though. I got exactly what I wanted out of him, some dick and some money.
Ever since Canaan been home, my nigga Casino had been on some other shit and had been hard to reach. Every time I tried to link up with the nigga to discuss some shit, he was always busy, or so he claimed. That shit left me confused as hell because I had never known him to make any moves that I wasn’t aware of. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but I felt like slowly but surely niggas was trying to get rid of me.
“Where you going?” Aamil asked me as I got dressed.
“I gotta make a run real quick,” I told her.
“You coming back?” she asked as she fed her son.
Nobody besides Casino knew that I was fucking Aamil because she wasn’t one of those bitches that you go around bragging about fucking. She was bad as hell with a tight ass body on her, I can’t even lie but the bottom line was she was a straight up hoe. Aamil didn’t know how to find one nigga and stick to him. She had what was known as community pussy.
When I found out she was pregnant, I bout had a heart attack thinking it could possibly be mine. That shit wouldn’t have worked out, especially since I got a girl at home that I’d been on and off with for years. She definitely wouldn’t have taken too well to a nigga bringing baby home on her ass. But when she had him, I knew for sure he wasn’t mine and the secret DNA test I had done helped confirm it for me and put my mind at ease.
“I don’t know, I’ll see,” I said as I prepared to leave.
She looked like she wanted to say something but she knew it would be in her best interest if she didn’t. I didn’t have time for none of that whining or complaining shit. She wasn’t my bitch so coming home to her wasn’t an obligation or shit I had to do.
I headed out to meet Casino at my favorite place, Kisses. I didn’t give a damn if it was a Wednesday and in the middle of the afternoon, it was something about them bitches in the club shaking their asses that got to me. I guess you could say that I was a regular in the club. When I pulled up, I spotted Casino’s car and was surprised that he had beat me there because he was never on time anywhere.
When I walked in, I spotted him by the bar all up in Bambi’s face. Whatever he was saying to her must have been some good shit because he had her evil ass smiling from ear to ear.
“What y’all talking about?” I asked as I walked up.
Bambi rolled her eyes and walked away. That bitch was bad as fuck but her attitude was horrible as fuck, which made her ugly as hell to me.
“What up?” Casino said as he gave me some dap.
“I don’t know, nigga. You tell me. You been a hard man to track down lately,” I told him as I took a seat at the bar.
“The money don’t slow down so I can’t either. You know how that shit go, man,” he said.
“Oh, is that what it is?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Because I was thinking it was something different.”
“Yea? Well, let me on,” he said.
“Shit, since Canaan has been home, it’s been fuck me. I don’t know if I should be feeling snubbed or what. I mean, you already gave the nigga my position so I’m starting to wonder what’s next,” I told him straight up.
I was far from a dumb nigga. I knew the minute Canaan walked through the doors of the warehouse that me and him were going to have some problems. Never in a million years did I think that my position would be snatched right from up under me by a nigga who ain’t been here to put no work in. I don’t give a damn about how many years he did in the pen.
“What’s next, huh?” Casino chuckled. “Look, Ken, why you tripping? I already told you that you were good. If I wanted you out, you would’ve been gone that day. I also said not to have any hard feelings because if it weren’t for Canaan, none of us would be having a position to be feeling some type of way to be over. To be honest with you, I should be
right-hand man and you should be a damn lieutenant, if you wanna be real about the shit.”
I shook my head because now this nigga was straight talking out the side of his neck. He had me fucked up. “Since we being real about shit, I feel like he should have started from the bottom and put in work like all the rest of us. I’ve put in too much work for him to come in and replace me and he ain’t even did shit. I understand that’s your brother and all that good shit, but you made that decision based off of your emotions, not no logical thinking,” I said, trying to keep calm.
“Forget it, nigga. What’s done is done and I’m not changing it again. You can either deal with it or not. The choice is yours,” he said as he got up.
I sat there biting my lip to help keep myself calm. It seemed as if Casino was basically saying fuck everything and all the work we had put in with each other. It was cool, though. He was going to see sooner or later that his brother wasn’t the nigga that he thought he was.