“You takin’ this nigga side, forreal?” Rahmeek asked, sounding just like the little bitch he was.
“Ain’t no sides my nigga. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Anything could have happened to that car while you was out lollygagging and we woulda been the ones who had to pay for the shit not you.” I evilly smiled at Rahmeek from behind Marlo, the bitch nigga looked like he was about to explode.
“You stay on bullshit whenever this nigga around, you know I need the fuckin’ money. Missy killin’ my pockets with this child support shit.”
“Act like it, tomorrow, when you come back to work,” Lo calmly replied.
Rahmeek frowned as his angry gaze bounced from Marlo to me and back before he relented. “Alright.” Then he stormed outta our office slamming the door and I wanted to shoot him in the back of the head.
“Stop antagonizing him all the time. You know he's sensitive and shit.” Marlo looked over at me with a scowl.
Being in jail for so many years of my life it opened my eyes up to the weird shit niggas did. I watched a nigga be killed by the nigga he called his best friend. I saw another nigga slice someone’s face up cause he wanted to be cool. If I didn’t learn shit else from jail muthafuckas were grimy as fuck. It was rare you’d find a nigga outside of ya family that was real. That was why I didn’t fuck with too many niggas aside from my brother, Royce my cousin on my mama’s side and my nigga Gee that we grew up with. Other than that, I didn’t trust niggas especially Rahmeek’s ho ass.
“Fuck his weird ass. You need to fire him then let me kill him. He don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.” I waved Marlo off going over to the front desk looking at all the messy papers thrown all over the place. “That’s another thing nigga we need a secretary in this bitch.”
“Nigga, maybe if you stop fucking them maybe we’d be able to keep one.”
“Try hiring an ugly bitch. I probably won’t fuck her,” I chuckled and Marlo shook his head at me cause he knew I was dad serious. A nigga loved pussy especially new pussy. “Make sure her ass flat too.”
“And you wanna know why Nene’s ass always actin’ fuckin’ crazy.”
“She act crazy cause she is fuckin’ crazy,” I said with a sour expression as I thought about my crazy ass bitch Nene.
Neicey aka Nene had been my bitch for two long ass fuckin’ years. Since I met that ho she been runnin’ a nigga outta his mind. We met at a club and typical ho shit Nene was lookin’ for a nigga with some money to trick on her. Unlucky for her ass I wasn’t a trick ass nigga, but I did have a hard dick for her to swallow, and she swallowed it in bathroom of the club. Sucked anigga dry and had my toes curling. I had to see what the pussy was hittin’ fo.’ So, I took her to the Telly and fucked the shit outta her ass. The pussy wasn’t bad, but that mouth got a nigga stuck every time. But I fucked up by fuckin’ her too good cause the ho went crazy after that. She didn’t let up off a nigga neck and call me crazy that shit made me want her. I never officially claimed her as my bitch but with her always being around that’s what people acknowledge her as and I never bothered to correct them. Nene was the closest I'd be to having a bitch of my own.
After being left for dead by the bitch that was supposed to be ride or die. It was fuck all bitches. If it wasn’t about the pussy I didn’t have shit for these bitches. Nene didn’t get that memo; she wanted me even if I didn’t want her back. I liked that shit because the bitch I used to be crazy over said fuck me. In my head the more Nene chased after me the more I started liking her. The toxic shit she used to do to me would excite me. Popping up fighting bitches causing a scene that would lead to me yokin’ her up and ended with my dick shoved down her throat. Nene eventually wore me down and I made her my honorary bitch. But two years of dealin’ with her crazy ass and all the toxic fight shit was getting old. Did I fuck other bitches, absolutely I wasn’t nobody’s nigga and Nene wasn’t dumb she knew what it was. A nigga wasn’t finna be tied down to no ho.
I can’t front a nigga like the toxic fighting shit at first, I got some of the best pussy after a good as fight. As of lately, Nene kept me with a fuckin’ headache and not in a fuckin’ good way either. I was a toxic ass nigga there was no shame in my game, but I wanted the god toxic not the aggravating stuff Nene had been doing. I needed some stress relief from her ass. There was no way I would ever wife a bitch like Nene. She was good for a fun time, when it came to partying and Turing up, she was my go to bitch. However, I’d been craving something Nene could neverprovide me and that was peace. I needed the next bitch I dealt with to be the opposite of Nene.
“How you go from Zaylee’s quiet ass to Nene loud, ratchet ass?” Hearing that bitches name made my soul burn with a hate I couldn’t put words to.
Zaylee was the mutha fuckin’ reason why I couldn’t take bitches serious. She fucked a nigga over so bad that I swore off love forever. Her ass knew it too that’s why she ran the fuck outta Beauville. I always said if I ever saw her ass again, I was goin’ to do her like she did my fuckin’ seed. She couldn’t keep it solid for a few years. Her four-eyed ass folded quicker than quicksand. Back then there was no convincing me she wasn’t gonna be my wife. We was supposed to live happily ever after. That stankin’ bitch had my heart and I didn’t even give a fuck. Even though I was young all I saw was her nerdy ass. A nigga was so gone over Zaylee; I never even cheated on her. Once she let me pop her cherry it was us against the world. I did everything for that bitch, and she still gave me her ass to kiss. She was the love of my fucking life. Or that was what the fuck I thought it was supposed to be until the bitch showed her true colors. As long as I was Black, I would hate that bitch with everything I had in me.
“Fuck that bitch,” I grunted frownin’ at Marlo for even bringing her name up.
“Shit, my bad.” Marlo smiled big as fuck, and I knew the nigga was on his bullshit. “I forget you stay in ya feelings about Zaylee.”
“A bitch can never say she had me in my feelings. I don’t love them hos. I give them dick and send them on their way.”
“Do Nene know that?” Marlo continued to pick with me.
“She know what the fuck it is.”
“Yeah, okay when she tear up ya shit again don’t call me.” He snickered at me shaking his head.
“She gone get fucked up too.” I rebutted and Marlo waved me off heading out the front door.
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Later That Night
“Shiiiit, you so deep daddy.” Malika moaned as I fucked her from the back.
Forreal, I didn’t give a fuck if she came all I cared was about my nut that I felt at the tip of my dick. Malika was one of my favorite bitches to fuck and it wasn’t because her pussy was good, the shit was mediocre at best. She could suck dick not better than Nene but about a third runner up. I liked fucking Malika because she is Zaylee’s first cousin and they never got along. When I was with Zaylee, Malika’s ho as stayed tryna fuck a nigga. I never paid her no mind; the bitch had a reputation outta this world even when we were young. Malika was takin’ more dick than a fucking porn star.
I never took a second look at Malika until Zaylee betrayed me when I got locked up. When a nigga was locked up all I did was think of ways to get my revenge. Once I was released, I didn’t blink twice when Malika offered to suck my dick. All I wanted was to make Zaylee suffer the way I did all the years I was locked up. Anytime I thought about Zaylee I fucked Malika, it made me feel good as fuck. Zaylee fucked me over, so I was fucking her family. Malika’s messy ass loved to run her mouth, and I got peace knowing Zaylee knew I was fucking her cousin. Giving her the dick that used to make her Black out. As long as I had to suffer, Zaylee's ass was going to suffer with me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said snatching the back of her head by her hair. I pushed her face into my back car seat.