King of The Hood 2 Page 19

  “So yo ass wasn’t gonna tell me you carrying my baby?” He questioned, calmly.

  “Oh, fuck,” Racks hissed.

  “Damn shame,” I added.

  Our commentary was ignored.

  “First, before you put me in another box, I planned to tell yo high fertility ass, when I could stand to stomach looking at yo ass,” she spat, staring at his ass.

  Then something happened I thought I would never see from a nigga like Stone. His stance changed, his face softened, as he stepped forward into Preshus’ space. He took her hand from her hip, brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

  “I apologize fa’ all that fuck shit I said to yo ass. I was dead fuckin’ wrong fa’ judging yo ass. I should’ve listened. That’s my fuck up. Accept my shit, Stallion, I don’t apologize fa’ shit. Yo thick ass just made me one happy ass negro. You gotta meet Gramps and shit. He the one who told my ass you were carrying my prince,” he spoke, sincerely, staring into her eyes.

  She didn’t flinch at all. Her stance changed slightly.

  “Do you forgive me?” He questioned, slowly, staring down into her eyes.

  I’m holding my breath.

  “Stallion got’em shook, begging and shit. Put his pussy whipped ass outta his misery. Fucker done had my ass all over this state, and Augusta,” Racks added, causing everyone to look at him.

  He just stared back.

  “I forgive you. We do got a lot to talk about. What made you change yo mind?” She finally spoke.

  Pulling her flush against his body, she stumbled slightly. He captured her lips with his. I felt like a voyeur. They are loud and freaky. I think Stone forgot they ain’t in here alone, with the way he’s attempting to hike Preshus’ leg up.

  “Aye, muthafucka, I’ll watch, I swear, I will. Yo ass get mad cuz I’m stalking yo girl, don’t try to shoot my ass. It’s yo fuckin’ fault. Yo ass bringing the shit on yo’ self,” Racks spoke, loudly, while grabbing his self, causing them to pull apart.

  They eyed each other, catching their breath, then me, then Racks. Preshus just looked at’em. While Stone mugged the fuck outta his ass.

  Stone’s damn looks are dangerous.

  “Excuse yo’ self next time, muthafucka. Forget what the fuck yo ass saw. Stallion, I gotta go. We’ll get up tonight. The fuck yo ass staying at?” He spat, then got all sensitive at the end.

  “Mo’ than this niggahs color is changing right before my eyes,” Racks called out in amazement, causing me to scream.

  I never realized how silly Racks’ ass is.

  “I’m at my house on Peach Lane. I haven’t been back to my house in Augusta. When I’m there, I’ve been staying in my condo,” Preshus answered, reclaiming her seat on the couch.

  Stone actually helped her.

  “Aww, y’all so cute,” I cooed.

  “Neesha, shut yo ass up. Why the fuck yo ass treating my bruh how yo ass is? Shape the fuck up. Something wrong wit y’all women,” Stone spat.

  “Niggah, yo ass just got out the dawg house. You gonna use a ‘Oops my bad, baby’ on Banks’ ass? Niggah, is you crazy?” Racks blurted out.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, like his ass just remembered something.

  “My bad, Neesha, make that nigga work like yo mean ass cousin made my ass do. Aiight, we’ll get up later. Rest, eat, and shit. Call my ass if you need me, if yo ass don’t, call my ass. You gonna have to calm down on all this damn traveling and shit,” he fussed, while Preshus just stared at his ass.

  Without another word, he leaned forward, dropping a kiss on her lips. I see now they can’t just peck. After a five minute lip lock, they broke apart. He stood, straightening his clothes.

  “Aiight, Neesha, be good. Racks bring yo ass,” he barked.

  “Now his ass know where his woman’s at, he wanna be a fuckin’ boss. Confused ass nigga. Y’all be good. Preshus, take care of my niece. Neesha, I’ll shoot Banks fa’ yah ass. That Bethany trick gonna fuck round and get shot,” Racks let us know, while pushing off the wall.

  His words caused us to giggle. Stone just stared at his ass, while walking out the door. Racks followed, closing the door behind them.

  Getting ourselves together, we talked about a little bit of everything.

  “Hol’ up, tell Seaqual don’t get fucked up. What’s that lil’ girl’s goals and shit? Seaqual is going fucking places. She ain’t gonna be trying to trap his ass. I don’t play them kind of games,” she spat, sitting up straighter.

  Shaking my head.

  “Calm down, Preshus, he knows better. Plus, the little girl, she’s a damn genius or something. Her and Seaqual are into a lot of the same things. Computers, graphics, animation, and reading,” I explained.

  “Un huh,” was all she said, with her mouth boxed out.

  My po’ lil baby cousin, I thought.

  “Any who, crazy. You know I haven’t heard from Ocean. They haven’t even heard shit bout her ass in LSC. I’m worried bout her ass. I’m tempted to put out a missing persons report,” I stated.

  She cut her eyes at me. I know how she feels bout Ocean. Hell, she ain’t my favorite person neither, but I don’t want her ass dead.

  “Let me get Stone to put an APB out on her ass first, before you do that,” she suggested, causing me to look at her funny.

  She shrugged.

  “Shit, I may as well take advantage of the king of the got damn hood. Shit, he knocked me up. He bout to put in work, in more ways than one,” she stated.

  Nodding my agreeance.

  “What are you going to do about ‘Creamy Pies?’ Are you going to tell him yo ass own the shit? I know it’s gonna come up again since he apologized,” I question.

  “I’mma tell’em after the Labor Day Bash. If I tell his ass now, he’ll try to make me stay home or some shit. Not only that, I got to figure out why the hell his ass is after my shit,” she answered, with her brows furrowed.

  Nodding in understanding. She went on to tell me about the valet and what the hell they were doing. They were smuggling shit in. She was pissed at the temp agency that sent them over. She was tryin’ them out, and they sent over some fuck boys. The bottle girls tried to jump bad and got they asses handed to them. I don’t know why these people try Preshus. Ain’t nothin’ bout her ass says sane.

  “Okay, cousin, I gots to get back to Seaqual and the books. I got an end of the semester exam coming up. I may have taken too much with these summer classes,” I stated, standing.

  “I’m proud of you. The reward is much greater, so all that you are doing, you will benefit from it. I’ll walk you out,” she added, standing with me.

  “I don’t need you to walk me out. I’m capable of behaving,” I cooed, smiling widely.

  “Un huh, you forgot you my cousin. Yo ass’ll knock Bethany’s ass out,” she snapped, opening the door.

  Giggling, I stepped out. Walking down the hall, my phone vibrated in my bag. Digging it out, I sucked my teeth, looking at the screen.

  “Answer it, black bastard,” Preshus hissed, without even seeing the screen.

  “Yes, Banks, how can I help you?”

  We continued walking to the front of the dealership.

  “No, no, no, I’m not home at the moment.”

  “Where am I? I don’t think you should be questioning me on that. How would your woman feel?”

  I spoke just loud enough for Bethany’s nosy ass to perk up.

  “You don’t have a woman? Are you sure?”

  If I was uncouth, I’d put his ass on speaker.

  “Umph, a hundred percent sure, you say?”

  “Banks, Banks, Banks, that ain’t what I heard.”

  “That nigga needs his ass kicked,” Preshus hissed.

  She’s so damn violent, I thought, before,

  “What did I hear? Now, Banks, you know I’m not one for idle gossip,” I teased.

  “Okay, okay, quit begging. Since I had a free day today, I decided to come visit Preshus at her dealership. The receptionist, Bethany, yo
u know her, don’t you? Well, she was to inclined to let me know she’s your woman. You know since her riding your dick on your son’s birthday made her important.” I explained, looking dead at her ass.

  “You are so pathetic. Do you really think I believe you are talking to Banks? He already informed me that he would be out of town, and unable to have his phone on. Try your game on someone else,” Bethany spat.

  “Girl,” Preshus blurted out, shaking her head. “You are out of line. The only thing saving your job is the fact it’s after closing, and we are alone.” Preshus chastised.

  She deflated, looking small as a flea.

  Clicking my phone on speaker.

  “Aye, I’ll be to yo apartment at nine. Yo ass gonna talk to me. Fuck that dumb shit yo ass spitting. Ain’t nobody claiming me but you. Fuck wit me,” Banks’ voice boomed from my phone.

  Bethany’s face cracked and crumbled.

  “That’s a no can do, Banks. You have too much baggage attached to yo ass. I don’t deal wit immature men, or lil girls pretending to be women. Like I told you two days ago, fuck whoever you please, I’m butta, baby,” I told him, honestly.

  “Fuck all that shit. I know yo mean ass got me on fuckin’ speaker. So, hear this good. Fuck Bethany, and the bullshit her ass is lying on. Don’t blame me foe the bullshit that’s going on in her diluted ass mind. I’mma prove some shit to yo ass. Yo ass is fuckin’ worth it, fuck what you heard. Nine o’clock, Neesha,” he warned.

  “Banks, how you gonna say that? So, that’s how you feel? You are so full of shit. Remember that, negro,” Bethany exploded, trying to snatch my phone.

  WHAMP! WHAMP!

  “Bitch, is you stupid? Call his ass from yo phone. I ain’t no damn Steve Harvey. Run up on me again, yo ass gonna come up missing some shit,” I barked, hangin’ my phone up.

  “Aiight, cousin, I’m gone. Do something wit that shit. Be careful. Go home and rest,” I let Preshus know, giving her another hug, stepping over Bethany’s ass.

  “Aiight, I will. She’ll be rolling her ass up outta here in five minutes. How yo ass feel bout working here?” She questioned, causing my eyes to widen.

  “We can talk bout that shit another time. I may take you up on it tho. Love you, chick,” I stated, walking towards the door.

  She walked with me.

  “I love how you played that shit. Tell Seaqual to call me,” she advised, as I made it to my car.

  “I will. Yo help is stirring,” I let her know, with a head nod.

  She looked back, then turned back to me, winking. Laughing, I climbed in my car. Turning it on, I eyed the confrontation between the two. Man, if I could be a fly on the wall right about now, I thought, pulling off. That whole display is exactly what I wanted to avoid. Now, I got to make that stubborn ass Banks understand where the hell I’m coming from. He messed up my trust, and that’s the hardest thing for me to restore.

  Banks

  ‘Home of Mama Townsland’’

  “Fuck,” I hissed, dropping my phone.

  “D! What the hell is wrong with you?” My mama yelled.

  “Nothin’, Ma. I’m bout to go,” I called back, standing.

  “No, you not. You bout to sit there and tell me what the hell you done did. I’ve been looking at yah ugly sulking face for the last two days. Now talk,” she fussed, walking up on me.

  She always bringing up old shit. Yeah, my ass done been here since Neesha put my ass out. She ain’t got to bring it up though.

  “Ma,” I started.

  “Ma, my ass. Listen, think before you speak. You hurt my Neesha, I’m hurting you. Now, what’s up?” She threatened.

  Looking down at the mug she’s sporting. I took a few steps back. I still don’t feel safe.

  “She found out I been fucking Bethany,” I mumbled to myself.

  WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!

  “Damn, Ma,” I yelled, dodging her hands.

  I thought yo strength posed to lessen as you get older. I think her ass lifting weights in her spare time.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  “Ma! Damn!” I yelled, bent over. Her strong ass punched me in the stomach.

  THAWACK! THAWACK!

  “Ma! I’m callin’ the law, shit! This fuckin’ abuse. You kicking my ass,” I howled, holding my leg.

  ‘Front door open.’ ‘Front door open.’

  “Shut up! (hit) I told you not to mess up with her. (hit)I told you to be honest. (hit) I told you to grow the hell up(hit),” she fussed, not letting up.

  WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!

  “Aiight, Ma! Damn, my bad,” I whined.

  She moved off me. Angry ass done beat my big ass to the damn floor.

  “Drake bring yo ass in here. The hell you hiding for? You used to do the same thing when you were little. I’m finish beating his ass… For now,” she fussed, causing Drake to chuckle.

  I laid out on the floor, trying to get my mind right.

  “Damn, D. Come on, let me help the old man up,” he taunted, sticking his hand out.

  “I got yo old nigga. Where yo ass been?” I questioned, gripping his hand.

  “Damn, nigga, yo ass needs to go on a diet. Yah ass heavy as shit,” he complained, pulling me up.

  “Yo ass just weak, lil’ nigga,” I clowned, straightening to my full height.

  “Sit y’all asses down,” Mama fussed.

  “I was taking Angela home. Well, her parent’s house. We pull out this weekend. What you did?” He answered, with a question of his own.

  Cutting my eyes at Moms who’s still standing on go eyeing my ass.

  “Let me sit down wayyy over here. Yo moms crazy,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle.

  “I’m not crazy. I’m sick of yah shit, D. You too old fa’ the lil’ boy mess you do. Let that heffa pop up pregnant. I’m shooting your ass,” she spat.

  “Damn,” Drake whistled.

  Taking a seat on the couch. I’m trying to relax my mind, but my skin is stinging.

  “Talk, D,” Mama hissed.

  Her ass got anger management issues or something, I thought, lifting my head.

  “Aiight, y’all know bout Neesha and me. Our whole lil shit, I mean, relationship thing. Well, everything was going smooth, ‘til y’all trip. I fu, I mean, sexed Bethany on some late night shit. She took pics of me and posted them. Neesha questioned me bout them, I lied, said no. She said fuck you, showed me proof, then told me to kiss her ass, she through wit my ass,” I explained, my way.

  “What else, dumb ass?” Drake snapped.

  Cutting my eyes at his ass.

  “Watch yo’ self, Drake. Don’t get fucked up,” I barked.

  He just mugged my ass.

  “D, you ain’t gonna do nothing but tell me what happened a few minutes ago,” Mama stated.

  “Aye, y’all ain’t gonna be ganging up on me,” I whined, to which they just stared.

  Taking a deep breath, then blowing it out all loud.

  SWOOSH!

  “Ouch, Ma,” I cried, after the pillow hit my face.

  She just ignored me, while steady mean mugging me.

  “I called her to try and see her today, plead my case, and shit. She let me know she was at the dealership, visiting her cousin. She also informed me that Bethany told her she’s my woman, lying and shit. Then she hung up. Bethany’s been blowing my damn phone up since,” I added.

  My words were met by silence. Shit, I fucked up, I tried. Damn, I tried. I wanted to bust Neesha’s ass down since the Fourth. Sleeping in my fucking bed, all them curves on me was torture. I respected what she wanted.

  I can’t lie, she asked me, more than once, within the three weeks, before they went to Disney World. I denied the shit. I wanted to be that damn man foe’ her ass. Getting to know her, hearing her full story fucked me up, but it also gave me a new level of respect for her ass.

  She’s strong. She saw her dude get killed in front of her, that honed her attitude towards hustlers. I understood. She told me she never judges without knowing a pe
rson’s full story. That shit slapped me in the face. We kissed, felt each other up and shit. That was some high school shit.

  All it took was for Bethany to send my ass a pussy shot. I was at her house, condom on, beating her pussy up from the back. I had first fucked her the same night, I picked my car up. All that nice wrapping ain’t doing shit but hiding a freak hoe. We ain’t talked, I ain’t took her ass out, we fucked, hard and fast. She pulled out all her tricks on my ass. I can’t lie, she a freak, with some good snatch, but that’s all. I ain’t have to work for that shit. I broke it down to her ass. ‘We just fuckin’. Yo ass catch feelings, tell my ass. I will leave yo ass the fuck alone.’ She acted like she fuckin’ understood. My ass should’ve known better.

  One night, one got damn night, I fell asleep for bout thirty minutes. I’d hit her ass up bout two in the morning. We Racks, Stone, and I, just got through doing some shit. Her place was closer, plus, she had sent the pussy shot. I got there, she sucked my dick, I hit her hard from the back, on her couch. I fell asleep on her couch. That’s the furthest I made it. How the fuck she got a pic of me in her bed, baffles my mind.

  “D, you said it’s been two days since you seen or talked to Neesha. Did you fuck Bethany again?” Drake asked.

  My head popped up, eyeing him.

  “He did. That dumb ass look just gave his ass away. How you gonna prove something and you can’t keep yah little dick to ya’self? Huh? You giving that lil’ hoe false hopes. I just hope Neesha keeps in contact with me, regardless of the crap you did,” Mama fussed.

  “Ma, first, my dick ain’t lil’. Second, I ain’t fucked that girl,” I spoke, truthfully.

  “Umph, that’s why her ass did what she did to Neesha,” she added.

  “D, what the hell are you scared of? Neesha is the truth. A man, a real man, gonna snatch her up. Then you gonna be round here wanting to kill everything moving.”

  My face got tight before man was outta his mouth. That shit ain’t a damn option.

  “Don’t get ugly. You brought this one ya’self. Lil’ D loves Neesha. He said he wished she was his mama. You selfish, D. In three years, you’ve never had a woman round him. Hell, the only reason most of the females, hoes, sluts, whatever you want to call them, knows he’s your son, is because of that shedevil mama of his. Neesha meant enough to you to introduce him, only fa’ you to fuck up. Grow the hell up,” she fussed, leaving the room.