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Authors: Nikki Simms

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CHAPTER 3

                                                                      JUSTICE

“DOMINO’S Mu Fucka,” I laughed watching Reynarldo racking up the chips. I was transferred from up state back to Charlotte County Jail. I was being released in a couple of weeks and Reynarldo AKA Rey was the first nigga I recognize. Mainly because he was my brother, Harlem’s, father.

“Hell nawl old man, leave the chips on the table. One more game, winner takes all.” A man that looked way older than him had said.

“Nigga, I done beat yo ass four got damn times. Besides, I aint in the mood for playin’ any more games.” Rey said.

“What I tell yo taco eating ass about saying that word? Only niggas can say nigga motherfucka and yo skin ain’t black bitc…” Before he had a chance to finish what he was saying, Rey reached across the table and smacked him in the mouth. Old head tried to steal off but Rey grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into the metal table.

“HEY, what’s going on over here?” This punk ass C.O. asked.

“We straight” Rey replied.

“Then why is this inmate bleeding all over the floor.”

“I don’t know, ask him,” Rey smiled looking at the man.

“Oh we good, real good.” He looked over at Rey. “Just a little nose bleed.” He said then walked off with the guard behind him.

“I’m watching you Santana.” Rey waved him off and started laughing. He’s been in Charlotte County Correctional Facility for over two years now. He was supposed to have been out 8 months ago but couldn’t seem to stay out of trouble. He has four more months left but I doubt if he get out then.

“Can you believe that bitch called me taco-eating? I’m Puerto Rican not Mexican. Shit, I’m blacker than he’ll ever be.” I laughed shaking my head. “Anyway, you ready to get out this shit hole?”

“Hell yea,” I replied with a smile.

“I can dig it. Ima be right behind you.” He laughed knowing that’s a lie.

“That’s what yo mouth say, you ain’t ready for life outside these walls yet. You run shit in here, this yo stumping ground. That’s why you don’t want to leave.”

“Who? Young blood, I been ready. I can’t help it if I like to get my hands dirty a little bit. Besides, Charlotte was my city back in the day.”

“Yea whatever, it’s in my hands now and I ain’t tryna share. I’m greedy when it comes to my shit.”

“That ain’t what I heard.” He grinned.

“I ain’t even on that shit. He had his little time to shine and you already know what it is. That nigga couldn’t even be real about his shit. He had to wait until I was off the scene to get it. He knew if I was out, that stunt he pulled would have never happened. He didn’t have a choice but to stay in line or get knocked off.” I was more than ready to get back home and shake shit up. I wasn’t supposed to be here from the get-go. After being caught with a semi-automatic AR-15 in the trunk of my car, I was sentenced for violation of probation. How it got there? I don’t know. But if I had to guess, it was the same lame ass nigga that couldn’t wait until I got in here to take over.

He wanted what I worked so hard for that he couldn’t face losing like a man. He still ain’t that nigga he claimed to be, I made sure of that. My brother secured half of the city while the other half was just waiting on me to touch back down.

“Yea, you better handle that shit before I do. I don’t fuck around when it comes to my kids. That punk bitch fucked up when he stepped to my son.” Rey threatened.

“Harlem a grown ass man. Trust me when I say he can handle his self, that’s something I ain’t worried about. And what you mean by kids? Nigga, you only got one.” I said curiously.

“I’m just saying, I don’t play that shit.”

I talked with him and a few more guys until it was time to lock it down. I went back to my cell and watched as they closed the doors. I laid back on my bunk and thought about my family.

I’m ready to see my mother and brother. I missed them and what not but what I’ve been waiting for is her cooking. I’ve been eating this shit they call food for four years and I’m pass sick of it. I was dying to see the two people I’ve been missing like crazy. I have two boys who are bad ass shit thanks to Harlem. I know they’re running my mother and brother crazy with their bad ass. They were three when I first got indicted. I told my mother to file for custody until I returned home because I damn sure wasn’t about to leave them with Tammi’s unstable ass.

Tammi is the mother of my twin boys, Jordan and Javier, who is also a drunk. She nurses the bottle more than she do my boys. Before the twins were born, the doctor warned her what could’ve happened if she didn’t stop drinking. I thought once he told her that we could lose the boys or that they could be born with a birth defect, it would make her quit but even that didn’t make her act right. She stopped for two months straight but when her mother died she took it hard and relapsed.

Tammi was my high school girlfriend. I used to love that girl more than anything until she had the twins. I thought she was the one until she chose hanging out and getting drunk over me and the boys. I partially blamed myself for her drinking problems. When I first started hustling, I was this young 17 year dope boy with big dreams. I was too busy trying to take over that I neglected my girl. There were mad bitches, out of town trips, long days and even longer nights. After she had the boys, I signed her into rehab. I got my shit together so I could be a better man for her and my boys but the damage was already done. Tammi checked herself out that same day and I haven’t heard from her since. My mom told me she comes by her crib to see Jordan and Javier. At least that was letting me know she was trying.

I closed my eyes to make myself go to sleep. I was nowhere near tired. I would be lying if I said a nigga wasn’t craving some much needed pussy. I’ve went four whole years without getting my dick wet besides taking a shower. I reached down and grabbed my dick to please myself. As I stroked up and down my mans, I thought about that fine little shorty I was kicking it with the night them niggas set me up.
Damn lil mama was bad,
I thought gently squeezing the tip of my head. After about 5 minutes, I busted a quick one and turned over to get some sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                        CHAPTER 4

                                                           JAZMYN

“It’s 11:00 at night, do you know where your man is?” I asked myself. I woke up once again in the middle of the night all alone. I’ve been calling Prince for two hours and he still hasn’t answered. Unlike most women, I already knew where he was but I failed to let myself believe it. Prince didn’t think I knew he was with his little side bitch, Malissa. She makes it her duty to post pics and videos of them together on Facebook and the gram. The only reason he don’t know is because he don’t use social media. I’ve checked his ass plenty of times about his hoes and once I find out, he drops them then on to the next bitch.

Not this chick Malissa, though. It must be something he liked for her to still be around. I can’t even count the number of times we went at it over this one particular chick. He must think he’s in the clear because I don’t fuss about it anymore. It’s not that, I’m just tired. No matter how much I fuss or how much I fight, I started to understand that Prince is going to do Prince, whether I like it or not.

I got up from the bed and went to use the bathroom. I handled my business and walked to the front room. It was 11:30 on a Friday night and instead of going out enjoying myself, I was stuck in the house because I was too afraid to leave. I walked over to the bar and grabbed the bottle of Patron then rolled me a blunt of bubble gum kush. I turned on the quiet storm on K97.5 and had myself my own little party. I walked to the bar and got a shot glass. I lit the tip of my blunt and inhaled the smoke. I released it and poured me a shot. “FUCK PRINCE,” I said and downed it.

By my 7
th
shot and second blunt I was feeling myself, literally. I was massaging my breast and biting my bottom lip. I don’t know what was in the weed or liquor but I was horny as hell. I wanted some dick better yet I needed some dick. I haven’t been fucked in over two weeks because Prince didn’t know how to keep his ass home and when he was, I didn’t want to be around him. I got up and walked to my bedroom to get my phone.

Prince out doing him, so why can’t I?
I thought while dialing Lamar’s number. As soon as he said hello, I heard the front door close. I quickly ended the call and deleted the number. I had called him block so I wasn’t worried about him calling back.

“What’s up bae?” he said turning on the bedroom light.

“Hey,” I replied dryly because he fucked up my mood. I tried to walk past him to go finish drowning out my sorrows when he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him. He didn’t even say anything, he just looked at me.

“Who was you on the phone with?”

“Nobody, Prince damn.”

“Why when I walk in you hurried up and put yo phone away?”

“Look Prince, if you really want to know, I was on Facebook commenting on how nice you and your little girlfriend looked tonight.”

“Man, go ahead with that shit,” he said now wanting me to leave him alone.

“Tell me Prince, how was Club 935 huh. Malissa, that’s her name right? She looked real cute in her cheetah print body suit. Lil mama kinda fat too.” I laughed and walked away leaving him standing there with a dumb look on his face. I sat back down on the floor in front of my glass coffee table, picked back up my blunt and poured me another shot.

“This nigga tried to come in here and check my ass,” I laughed and knocked back the shot. “Who gone check me, boo?” I mumbled to myself. I turned the volume up on Meeting In My Bedroom by Silk and pulled on my blunt. “I wish there was a meeting in my bedroom.”

I stood up to slow dance by myself. I told y’all I was having my own little party and what’s a party if you don’t dance. I turned the volume up some more and swayed my hips as the music took control over my body.

                            Step into me casa, lay you down, far far far

Got a little somethin’ somethin’ for my sexy mama, mama

                                                        Been checkin’ for ya since day one

                            You’re my moon and you’re my sun

                            Girl you’re cheeky and you know

                                          That I’m feeling your steelo

                                                        Be there or be square

There’s a meeting in my bedroom

              So girl please don’t make me wait

There’s a meeting in my

                                          There’s a meeting in my bedroom

I grinded my hips and moved my body like a snake. I was really into it and was enjoying my damn self when I got the feeling that I was being watched. I turned around to see Prince standing in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I would be lying if I said he didn’t look good enough to eat. I wasn’t going to let him know that though. I rolled my eyes and turned around to pour me another shot.

When I bent down, I could feel his eyes on my ass. He walked up behind me and put his hands on my waist then smacked my ass. I turned around and stared him down. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was horny and sexually frustrated, I would’ve left him with a hard on. His sexy ass and hard dick only added to my frustration. I watched him drop the towel and stared at his 9 inches. I licked my lips because water was still dripping off of it. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my lips.

“I’m sorry Jaz,” he said fucking up the moment. “She was already at the club before I got there. I bought that hoe one drink and took one picture. If I knew she was going to post it, I would’ve never took the shit, for real ma.”

I knew he was lying because of the tone of his voice and because it was more than one fucking picture, 4 to be exact. I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was already through with Prince in my book. I just needed to find a way to get away from his crazy ass. I was still horny by the time he finished coming up with excuses and really only wanted to know one thing.

“Did you fuck her?”

“Hell nawl, I wouldn’t be here if I did,” he said bluntly and I knew he was telling the truth. I grabbed his hand and the bottle of Patron and walked to our bedroom. I took a long swig and sat the bottle down on the dresser. Prince led me to the bed and removed my silk nightgown. He pulled me closer and spread my legs. I watched as he licked his lips then kissed my seconds lips. He dipped his tongue in my love hole, then circled my pearl.

“Damn Prince,” I moaned placing my hand on the back of his head and forced him to go deeper. He stuck two fingers in my tight pussy and sucked on my clit. Prince was tonguing my pussy down like he was trying to French kiss a pie. My body started to tremble and my legs started to shake. “Mm, I’m coming baby,” I moaned ready to release this water fall. He was sucking on my clit like his life was depending on it. “Aww Prince, mmm” I squirted all in his mouth and he licked it all up.

“Damn Jaz, I thought you was gone never come,” he said getting on top of me but I stopped him in his tracks. I reached over by the nightstand and grabbed a condom. He looked at me like I was crazy. “What you tryna say Jaz? I can’t get no pussy unless I strap up? You know I don’t like using those shits.”

“That’s the only way you getting some. We haven’t had sex in a couple of weeks, so either you strap up or use your hand,” he must have thought I was stupid. Prince loves sex and if he wasn’t getting it from me then he was getting it from somebody else. I wasn’t trying to catch shit else behind his dirty ass.

“You foul ass fuck Jaz. I’m good over here.” He stood holding his dick and I gave him a look, letting him know I wasn’t going to budge. He ripped the foil and slid the condom on. I watched his every move to make sure. He told me to turn around, got behind me and rammed his dick inside of me. I knew he only did that because he was mad but I didn’t care. He could fuck me harder and harder so I could come before him. I knew that if he came before me I wouldn’t even get mines.
Shit at least he ate the box,
I thought.

“Aww fuck,” he groaned pumping in and out of me. I aint even going to lie, it was feeling good as hell and I tried not to moan out because I knew the feeling wasn’t going to last long. Prince is what you call a quick popper. With him being my first, I didn’t know what a quick popper was until me, Samya and our used to be friend Chasity was having a girl’s night sharing sex stories and they told me.

“Ah damn Prince,” I hollered out his name because he had hit my spot. He told me to turn over then got on top of me.

“Damn Jaz, this shit is so wet.” He said wiping the sweat from his forehead and that’s when I saw it.
Are you fucking serious?
I thought looking directly at the big pink hickey on Prince’s neck. I felt so fucking stupid for thinking he didn’t fuck that girl. He had got so good with lying I couldn’t even tell when he was telling the truth.

“Shit, I’m about to bust ma.” He groaned before filling the condom with his seeds. He laid on top of me with his eyes closed. “I love you, Jaz” he said then rolled off of me. I rested there with my feelings hurt. I couldn’t believe this dude. He had the nerve to fuck some bitch then come jump in bed with me.
I was glad I made him strap up with his dirty ass
. I thought on the verge of breaking down. I felt so fucking stupid but more violated than words could express. I heard him snoring then got up to go to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and silently cried not because of Prince but because of what I allowed him to do. I let him use me again. “This has got to stop. How much more can I take?” I asked myself going back to bed.

                                                                                    ****

This was the worst headache ever. I woke up this morning with a terrible hangover. I was very nauseous and my stomach was doing flips all over the place. I had a taste for a hangover special from the Waffle House. Cheese eggs, toast, grits and bacon sounds good to me right now. I got up to call Samya to see if she wanted to meet me there. I heard the shower running, so I knew the devil hasn’t left yet. I grabbed my phone off the charger and dialed Samya’s number.

“Hey girl,” she answered.

“Hey boo, what you doing?”

“Not shit, what’s up?”

“You trying to meet me at the Waffle House in a few? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Waffle House, bitch you got fucked up last night, huh? Yo ass need that hang over special now don’t you,” she said laughing.

“Girl yes, I got a lot of shit to tell you to. My-My, please come. I don’t want to go alone and besides I need someone to vent to.”

“Me too boo.” She sounded sad. “When are you leaving so I can get ready?” She asked when Prince walked out the bathroom in some balling shorts and a wife beater.

“Give me an hour, I got to get dressed and do my ha..”

“You not going nowhere today Jaz,” Prince calmly said and I looked at him like he grew two heads.
Who is he to tell me what to do?
“Hold up a minute Mya ‘cause I could have sworn mama said my father was dead.” I said laughing. She told me to check his ass and that’s what I planned to do. “What you mean I’m not going anywhere?”

“Just what the fucks it sounds like. I’m in today and I want to chill wit my lady.”

“Oh so because you got time for me today, I’m supposed to drop everything I was going to do to spend time with you.”

“Don’t play with me Jaz. At least I’m trying to be with yo selfish ass. Be happy I’m here because I don’t have to be. Now like I said, you chilling with me today. End of discussion!”

“Last I checked, I was grown.” I chuckled.

“And I don’t give a fuck if you’re 60 bitch, you not leav..”

Saved by the bell
I thought when he picked up his phone. “Girl this nigga tripping! I aint even hungry no more, lets hit up the mall.” I said talking to Mya and removing my jumper from out the closet. I don’t give a fuck how mad Prince got. I was leaving this house whether he likes it or not. Even if that means fighting his ass all the way out the door, then so be it.

“Oh well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. It’s no way Prince is going to let you leave.” Mya laughed.

“Watch me, give me an hour maybe two but I’ll be there,” she said aite and I ended the call.

“Aite..I’m on my way..Yea tell him to give me 15 minutes.. you already…One”. He went to the closet and pulled out his black Levi’s, red Coke Boy’s tee shirt and black RCG boots.

“I thought we were spending time together,” I laughed and walked to the bathroom. I’m surprised he just ignored me. By the time I came out, I was dressed and ready to go. I was wearing my denim jumper and some nude colored Christian Dior booties. My shoulder length bob was curled to perfection and my face was naturally flawless. I wore little to no makeup besides some foundation to cover up the bruises on my cheek and neck. I applied some nude brown lipstick and walked out to the front room. Prince was checking his self out in the mirror then put on a red Coke Boy hat. I grabbed my keys and Brown Prada tote then walked towards the door. I walked right past him and rolled my eyes. He grabbed my arm and pushed me up against the wall. “Let me find out you around that nigga, Ima fuck you up and end his shit. I don’t care if he is Samya’s brother, try me you want to.” He threatened.

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