Me and My Hittas (18 page)

“You fucking this nigga at my party?” Pavielle
roared
with a pair of dangerous eyes. Before the redbone could
plead her case, her face met the opened hand palm of her
enraged lover. The smack was so vicious that it whipped
her head around and echoed out into the hall, grasping all
of the guests’ attention. A frowning Bully could have sworn
he saw sparks fly from her cheek.

Vayda hit the bed and rolled off onto the floor,
holding her redden hand imprinted jaw and sobbing her
eyes out, hot tears flooding her cheeks. Pavielle stood like
a wild beast in the jungle, staring down at Vayda, his chest
rising and falling as he breathed hard. He stayed focused on
her, looking down at her like she’d lost her goddamn mind.

“Blood
, what the fuck is your problem?” Bully’s
forehead wrinkled with lines. “We weren’t in here doing
nothing, we still got our…”

“Fuck you nigga!” Pavielle roar
ed, cutting him off. In
a flash his black .9mm was up and off of his waist. He fired
a round through his big homie’s thigh causing him to clench
his teeth. The muscle head nigga dropped to his knees,
clutching his thigh and making blood seep in between his
fingers.

“Ah, fuck!
Sssssss!”Bully writhered in agony, biting
down on his bottom lip to fight back the fire burning in his
thigh. He’d been gangbanging all of thirty three years and
shot more enemies than he could count on both hands, but
tonight he finally got a taste of his own medicine. Hot lead!

While Bully grimaced in pain, Pavielle pressed his
head bussa into his forehead and applied pressure to the
trigger, mad dogging him and biting down on his inner jaw.
Gouch grabbed his baby brother by the wrist and threw his
arm up, just as the gun went off. The bullet married the
ceiling and debris trickled down. Everyone crowding the
hall and looking inside hollered. The sound of the weapon
was unexpected and startled them.

“What
the fuck is your problem, man?” Gouch
snarled, snatching the .9mm from his grasp and shoving
him into the wall. Right then, Pavielle came back to the
present, blinking his eyes, looking like he’d suddenly been
shaken up from his sleep. His head snapped to the doorway
and he found his guests there, staring at him like a patient
that had just escaped from an insane asylum. That’s when
the reality of what he had done hit him and he brought his
hands down his face, taking a deep breath.

“We weren’t in her fucking, Blood; on the set!”
Bully
swore between groans of pain. “Ahhh! Sssss! Sssss! Shiettt!
I got too much love for you to play you like that, Booby. I
was just showing her the gift I made you. She was going to
help me wrap it up.” He looked to Gouch and threw his head
toward the present. “Check it out.”

Gouch picked the painting up from the floor and
looked overit, cracking a grin at what he was seeing. “He
ain’t lying, bro. It’s a painting of me, you, moms and pops.”
He turned the painting into Pavielle’s direction. Staring at
the painting, Pavielle felt like a real jack-ass for what he had
did to Bully. All he could do was look at him writhering in
agony while clutching his bleeding thigh.

“Didn’t you s
ee we still had our clothes on when you
busted in here?” Bully inquired, his face displaying all of
the pain he was feeling. Pavielle nodded yes and helped his
big homie up to his feet.

“Ridah
Man, Neck Bone,” Gouch called for his
homeboys. “Y’all two niggaz take O.G up to general
hospital, Blood.” The homies retrieved Bully from Pavielle
and left to do as theywere instructed. “Alright, y’all the
party is over, you don’t have to go home but chu gotta get
the fuck outta here!” He told the guests. With that said, all
of the guests made their way back up front.

“Yes, momma, we’re just out here cleaning up,”
Gouch spat the lie as soon as he brainstormed it. “Go back
to sleep.” He turned to his little brother, pointing his long,
crooked finger in his face. “I should kick your black ass,
nigga, gone and go check on your girl!” He ordered,
throwing his head towards the door.

Gouch blew hard and brought a hand down his face,
massaging the bridge of his nose. He looked at his baby
brother, grinned and shook his head. “I love you too, you
stupid mothafucka. Come here.” He opened his arms and
Pavielle gave him a brotherly hug. The killer pecked his
younger sibling
on the cheek and
ruffled
his
hair
affectionately. “Gone and get your ass in there with your
lady, man. I’m a make sure all of these mothafuckaz done
cleared the house.”

“Alright, Gucci, I’m sorry, ma
n. I’m sorry,” Pavielle
slurred, his eyes boisted moisture and sadness. Gouch
nodded his head and headed out of the door. “I love you,
man!” he called out after his big brother as he disappeared
into the hall. Crossing the threshold he took in all of the
faces of the people who were looking at him crazy. “Fuck
y’all looking at?” he mad dogged them. Some of them
turned their heads while others allowed their eyes to linger
on them before sighing and keeping it moving.

Vayda stood before the bathroom mirror sobbing, as
she gave herself a once over. The left side of her face was
swollen and bruised. Although the side of her face was sore
and throbbing, she was more so hurt that Pavielle had the
audacity to put his hands on her. She knew from her
previous relationship that if a man put his hands on you
once, more than likely history would repeat itself. Pavielle
stood in the doorway watching the love of his life weep, her
pain tortured his soul. He couldn’t believe he put his hands
on her and he wished that he could go back in time and
change everything. It was far too late though, because the
damage was done.

Pavielle wished that somehow he could take her
suffering away and bear the burden himself. Seeing his boo
in her current state made him glassy eyed. He bowed his
head and before he knew it the tears had came, dripping
from the rims of his eyelids like droplets from a broken
faucet. Taking a deep breath, he wiped his eyes with the
back of his shirt’s sleeve and sniffled. Afterwards he
cleared his
throat and
pulled himself
together before
approaching her.

He came from behind her planting soft kisses on her
neck and collarbone. She shut her eyelids enjoying the
feeling of his tantalizing touch, but wanting him to stop. She
was confused. Her body was screaming
yes, yes, yes
but her
mind was saying
Don’t let this nigga touch you after what
he did.
Although she tried to fight it she was finding herself
falling weak. Vayda pleaded for Pavielle to stop, but her
pleas became moans of pleasure, as he kept at it. He slid his
hand down to her crotch, unzipped her jeans, and gliding
two of his fingers inside of her. She gasped as soon as his
fingers pierce the opening of her treasure. Licking and
sucking on her earlobe, he worked his fingers in and out of
her warm, moist pussy.

“Ahhh! Ssssss! Mmmm,” With her e
yelids still shut,
Vayda threw her head back, allowing underneath her chin
to be exposed. Abruptly, she grabbed a hold of the back of
his neck and propped her leg upon the commode, wanting
his fingers deeper inside of her. She grinded on his hand,
looking like she was dancing provactively like those dread
lock rocking broads at Jamaican clubs.Pavielle’s fingers
felt so good in her that she was too choked up to let out a
moan. Her grip tightened around his neck and her knees
buckled. Still, she continued to grind upon his hand like it
was a dick. Sensing she was about to explode and spray the
bathroom with her love nectar, Pavielle removed his fingers
and turned her around to face him. He traced her lips with
his glistening finger and then pierced them, allowing her to
suck on it. She grabbed him by his wrist and stared into
eyes, sucking on each one of
his
fingers.
Her head
movements looking like she was giving him a blow job. He
mumbled something freaky under his breath, feeling his
dick become engorged with the rush of his blood. His
mushrum tip ballooned and pulsated, dying to be inside of
her tightness. The sound of her juicy mouth working his
fingers had him bone hard. In a hurry, he stripped her naked,
hoisted her around his waist and carried her into the
bedroom. He laid her on her back and parted her legs,
leaving him face to face with her fat, shaved pussy. That
mothafucka was jumping like it had a heart and oozing with
her clear, hot liquid.

Pavielle was a pro at sex; he had a tongue game that
rivaled his dick game. And on some nights the two had a
chance to compete for which was the best at what they did.
He went to work,nibbling and sucking on Vayda’s clit. The
Creole goddess raised her pelvis from the bed and brought
herself closer to his mouth. He stared her dead in her eyes
as he feasted upon that small flap of meat nestled between
her southern lips; before he knew it she was walking the
sheets and whining, asking him what he was doing to her?
He ignored her question and pinned her legs down to keep
her still. About ten minutes later Vayda unleashed a shrill
of pleasure loud enough to disturb the dead and awake the
deaf. That night she had four orgasms, coming harder than
she had ever come in her entire life. Pavielle’s sheets were
so soaked that they had to sleep on the floor.

Pavielle awoke the next morning and discovered
Vayda was gone. On the pillow beside him, where she was
lying on the floor, was an envelope with his name on it.
Frowning, he snatched it up and ripped it open hastily. He
tilted the envelope over into his palm and the engagement
ring he had purchased her slid out, along with a note. When
he saw these items his heart skipped a beat and he feared
the worse. Swallowing spit, he sat the engagement ring on
the dresser and unfolded the note, his eyes quickly scanning
over it. It simply read,
‘We weren’t meant to be in this life,
but maybe we’ll be destined to in the next’
. Glassy eyed, he
reached over his head and picked up the Bic lighter on the
dresser. He struck a flame and set the note a blaze,
observing it writhering and blackening at one end. He
turned the burning note to the side, watching the fire devour
its being. Once the flames began to work their way up near
his fingers, he tossed the piece of paper into the waste
basket. He watched the flames rise from the waste basket,
as tears slicked his cheeks and a golden illumination shone
on his face.

Pavielle sat in the La-Z-Boy Reclining chair in the
den; chain smoking and singing along to R.Kelly’s When a
Woman’s fed up
. The den was so foggy from smoke that he
could barely be seen within it. He was wearing a stained
wife beater, gray boxer briefs, which where stained yellow
at the crotch and brown at the ass. He hadn’t bathe in a
while and was stanking like something awful. His cornrows
were frizzy and unkempt. His eyes were red webbed and
there were thick, black bags under them. And on top of that
he had grown a five o’clock shadow.He was a hot ass mess
since his lady had left him.

A week had passed and he had yet to hear from
Vayda. He wanted so desperately to call her and beg her to
come back, but the G in him wouldn’t allow it. The way he
saw it, pleading for a bitch to come back was for lames and
simps. He had no intentions on giving in to that little voice
in the back of his head. So for now, he was going to listen
to heartbreak music, smoke, and drown his sorrows in hard
liquor. Afterwards he was going to fuck as many bitches as
humanly possible until he finally got Vayda Denise Perry
out of his system.

G-momma came into the den coughing and spraying
Glad Airfreshener. “Booby, I don’t know how many times
I’ve told you and Gucci about smoking in this house. It’s
like the older y’all get the least you two listen to me. Y’all
know better. Now put that out, I wanna talk to you.” She
turned off the stereo system, pulled up a chair beside her
youngest grandson and sat down. Seeing that he was still
taking pulls of the cigarette, she shot him a dirty look.
Without protest, he mashed out the Newport in the ashtray,
snuffing out its ember end. Next, he reached on the side of
the La-Z-Boy and grabbed half a bottle of Jack Daniels. He
screwed the cap off and just as he was about to take a drink,
G-momma snatched the bottle from his hand causing lines
to appear across his forehead.

“Ah, come on, momma!” Pavielle whined, throwing
his arms in the air like a field goal was good. He was
irritated and wanted to be left alone to sulk and listen to his
music.

“
Ah,
come
on
momma
nothing!” She told him,
screwing the cap back on the little bottle of Jack Daniels
and then shoving it into her house coat’s pocket. “I’ve been
seeing you walking around her moping and smelling like
God knows what for a week. That’s not gonna get that girl
back. You do want her back don’t you?” he shrugged his
shoulders. “You can save that tough guy act for the streets,
‘cause grand momma knows you better than anyone else.
Better than yourself, even. Listen, Booby, if you want
something bad enough you’ve got to get out there and get
it. It’s not going to come to you. And if you sit around
waiting for it to come around to you, then somebody will
come along and take it for themselves.” She caught Pavielle
looking away as if he wasn’t trying to hear her, so she took
him by the face and looked him in the eyes. Wetness
accumulated in his eyes and his hurt came running down his
cheeks. His
reddened
nostrils flared and he sniffled,
breathing hard. His heart was aching and he wanted his
woman like he wanted his next breath. It was just like his
grand mother had figured. He wanted the love of his life
back. “Remember this…anything in this world worth
having is worth fighting for. I don’t care if it’s a promotion
on your job, custody of your children, or the love of a good
woman. If you want it, I mean, if you really want it, then
you’ve got to get out there and fight for it. Trust me; you
don’t wanna wake up every day wondering what could have
been if
you
only
would have
done something. Take
advantage.” They embraced and he sobbed into her bosoms
like he did when he was a little boy and something had
happened to him. She kissed him on the cheek and held him
a while longer, caressing his back trying to make him feel
better. When she pulled away she grasped both of his hands
and looked into his eyes. She told him to go out there and
get his queen before taking her leave.