King of The Hood 2 Page 20

  A true sign she’s disappointed, and through with my ass, until I make some shit right.

  Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees, with my head in my hands. Her words hitting me hard as fuck. Everything she said is the truth. Lil’ D ain’t even speakin’ to my ass, because he hasn’t seen Neesha and Seaqual. I took’em home after they returned. Shenniqua ain’t say nothin’ to my ass. Hopefully, she understands that my words weren’t a mere threat, but a promise. I got families ready to take her daughters, in case of her untimely death.

  “I’m bout to go. I gotta straighten this shit out. Why yo ass going back so early? I thought yo classes don’t start ‘til after Labor Day?” I questioned, standing.

  He stood too, moving towards the door, I followed. Negro smooth, he got an alethic build. He has bulked up some over the years. His ass a beast on the court.

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

  “I swear, that bitch tells everything,” I grumbled, causing him to chuckle.

  Stopping on the porch, I stood beside him. I still got a head worth of height on his ass.

  “Angela has to go back fa’ law review. I’m taking her since I brought her. I’ll be back fa’ Labor Day, alone. She got law review, plus, her job,” he informed me.

  “Much respect. I’m proud of yo ass. We hitting ‘Creamy Pies’ on Labor Day. They having a big ass bash. You rolling, right?” I let him know.

  “Mos’ def. I don’t know if yo ass should go tho. You know yo ass a pussy hound, fa’ real. Wha’sup witchu, D? Fa’ real, Neesha is butta. Why fuck that up?”

  Sighing at his question, while running my hand over my face. Something I do when I don’t have an answer for shit.

  “The fuck if I know, lil’ bruh,” I answered.

  Shit, that’s all I got.

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it, D. I saw y’all’s connection. Yo ass is into her. It pained you when she was hurt. Man, the fuck up, D. Speak the damn truth. Stop lying to yo’ self. Answer me this. What do you get outta fucking different hoes? It ain’t street creed. It ain’t respect. Ain’t no amount of pussy could make you DeaMonti ‘Banks’ Townsland. So, what the fuck is it?”

  Turning my head to look at him. His words sound like he’s tired of my shit too. His damn stare was burning a hole through my ass. Everything he said is the truth. I ain’t home I am cause of the amount of pussy I fucked. Getting pussy ain’t even a challenge. Again, being who the fuck I am I gets it without putting in work.

  “Not a muthafuckin’ thing, Drake,” I answered, honestly.

  Shaking his head, he started down the steps.

  “Exactly, you have no damn excuse. I love my nephew with all of me. As do Ma. As do you. Think, what if you had him by a woman you actually liked, maybe even loved? Yo selfishness is not only hurting a woman whose been through some shit, but yo ass is crushing the soul of a little boy who idolizes yo ass. Think bout what yo ass is teaching him. Oh yeah, Seaqual too.”

  His words tap danced on my brain stem. Leaving those as his parting words, he climbed into his Hummer. He saluted me before pulling the door closed. Doing so, he started it, then pulled out, blowing the horn as he made his way out the driveway. My eyes followed the yellow Hummer, until it’s completely out of my sight.

  “Fuck, man, all this truth smackin’ my ass in the face,” I grumbled.

  Stepping back in the house. I found my mother in the kitchen. Walking up on, I grabbed her.

  “Boyyy,” she shrieked.

  “Ma, I love you. I’m sorry I let you down. I’mma make you proud, by being the man you raised me to be. I’mma put yo ass in some parenting classes tho,” I declared, chuckling a lil’.

  “Pssh, I don’t need no sucha thing. I love you too, baby. Close that door before you step to my Neesha again. She deserves your best, your all, if you can’t give her that, then leave her alone. I didn’t raise you to hurt women, um, good women. Some bring that shit on them selves. Like that trap pussy, slut bucket, yah dumb ass had sex wit,” she cooed, fussed, and praised.

  Crazy ass, I thought, before placing a kiss on her cheek. I released her, letting her know Lil’ D will be here the weekend to visit. With one more I love you, I left. Climbing in my money green Denali. Pulling out the driveway, I aimed my truck towards the highway. I got some shit to correct, but first,

  “Call Racks,” I called out.

  Listening to his phone ring.

  “Speak.”

  “I done told yo ass I ain’t no fuckin’ dog,” I snapped.

  “Bullshit, that’s the house yo ass in. I told yo ass not to fuck that delusional bitch. Now, look at yo ass. Neesha and Stallion-”

  WHAMP!

  “Muthafuck, I done told yo short tempered ass bout yo hands. I’mma break them bitches.”

  “Fuck you, nigga. Watch yo mouth,” Stone snapped.

  “This my fuckin’ mouth, I ain’t gotta watch shit. Yo strange looking ass in my shit. Nigga find out he bout to be a daddy and get territorial,” Racks spat.

  “Hol’ the fuck up! Stallion pregnant? Yo ass wrong as fuck, Stone,” I expressed.

  “Shut the fuck up, Banks, wit yo dumb ass. At least I got my woman,” Stone clapped back.

  “That is true. Banks make this shit right. I ain’t going against Preshus. She’s too fuckin’ violent. Ain’t no telling what they asses planned once we left,” Racks added.

  Shaking my head.

  “Don’t worry bout what the fuck I’m doing. I’ll fix that shit. Headed to do that right now. Drake hitting ‘Creamy Pies’ wit us on Labor Day,” I spoke.

  “Nicceeee, I miss his educated ass,” Racks sung out.

  “Mos’ def. I know the owner gonna finally be there. I’ll meet the muthafucka. Ain’t shit else working. His damn security be on point. Dawg said the valet Racks spoke on is gone. So, the owner ain’t completely slaw,” Stone added.

  “That shit bout to be the shit tho, with the lineup that they got coming through. Not performing, but just posed to be in the building. How the fuck the owner got Beyoncé, Hov, Meek, Drake, Cardi B, Nicki, J. Cole, Chris Brown, Odell Beckham, Chris Paul, Westbrook, Curry, James, along wit them other professional fuckers, to be there, speaks on homeboy’s status,” I relayed.

  “That’s why I want in on the bitch. We meeting at three a.m. Be the fuck there,” Stone added.

  “Bet. See y’all fuck boys later,” I called out.

  “Mutha,” was all they got out, before I hit the button on, they asses.

  Parking my truck in front of Bethany’s building, I hopped out. Walking in, I threw a few head nods at some of the people in the lobby. Preshus’ ass ballin, fa’ real. She pays her employees a gwap. This fuckin’ building, the one bedrooms start at two thousand dollars a month.

  “Floor, sir?” The elevator attendant prompted, once I stepped on.

  “Sixth,” I relayed.

  Bougie shit, I thought, as the elevator rose.

  “Have a great evening, sir,” he relayed, once the elevator dinged.

  “No doubt,” was all I said, stepping off.

  Lil’ nigga gets paid a grip to ride the damn elevator and push buttons, I surmised.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

  Beating on Bethany’s door like five-O. Hearing the locks turn the door open.

  “Dayuumm! The fuck happened to yo ass,” I blurted out, upon seeing her face.

  Rolling her eyes, she stepped from the door, leaving it open. Stepping inside, I followed her as she flopped down on the couch. Leaning in the archway of her living room, I waited.

  Making a clucking sound. She fixed her eyes on me.

  “That project bitch did this to me. She’s part fuckin man, I believe. I didn’t even do anything to her. All I did was defend my position in your life. She couldn’t take it, and did this to me,” she whined.

  Eyeing her like the dumb ass brawd that she is.

  “Shut that shit up. First, she ain’t no bitch, watch that shit. Yo ass dead fuckin’ wrong. Why the
fuck would yo ass post them bullshit ass pics of me? Yo ass know I ain’t never spent the night wit yo ass. I knew something was off wit yo ass. Here’s the raw deal. Forget bout my ass. Yo ass ain’t no different from the project hoes I’ve dealt wit,” I snapped.

  My words caused her to jump from her position on the couch.

  “What are you saying, Banks? We are together. I’m your woman. I’m better than that Neesha bi, I mean, female. She can’t be to you what I am to you,” she pleaded, looking pitiful as fuck.

  Frowning my face in disgust.

  “We ain’t shit, girl. The fuck yo ass mean to me? Not a muthafuckin’ thing. Yo pussy and throat know my dick the best. Yo ass done overstepped in the worst fuckin’ way. Yo ass should be grateful to still be fuckin’ alive. Go on wit yo life. This is yo only fuckin’ warning,” I let her know.

  She stood before me, just staring, like her ass ain’t comprehending my words. Suddenly, she started smiling.

  “You don’t mean that,” she denied.

  “Girl get yo ass up,” I barked.

  “No, I can make you want me. I’m better, prettier, and smarter, than that Neesha girl. We shared something special. You know it, and I know it,” she argued.

  “Arrgghhhh, fuck,” I growled, as my limp dick was engulfed in her warm mouth.

  Bitch pulled my shorts and boxers down in one swoop.

  She’s slurping, humming, and jacking, bringing my mans alive in her mouth. May as well bust this nut. She tryin’ to romanticized this shit. Wrong move.

  “Cum guzzling, slut. Take this shit,” I growled, fuckin’ her mouth.

  Ramming my dick down her throat, causing her ass to gag.

  “Aww, yeah, bitch. Yo ass like that, don’t you?” I growled, pumping in and out her throat, while gripping a hand full of her lace front wig.

  She’s gagging and choking, wit tears running down her face.

  “Uuuuggghhh, Fuckk,” I gritted, releasing down her throat.

  “Swallow it all, bitch,” I ground out.

  She did with a smile on her face. Pulling my pants up.

  “Thank you, have a nice fuckin’ life,” I spat.

  “What?” She shrieked, standing.

  Ignoring her ass, I turned on my heels, heading to the door.

  “Banks, you can’t be serious. Walk out that door, I’ll have you locked up by morning on a fucking rape charge, drug charge, murder charge, and Arrgghhhh!”

  Clasping my hand round her scrawny neck, lifting her ass off the floor. Her eyes wide, while bulging from their sockets.

  “Bitch, yo ass gots to be the dumbest muthafucka living. I gave yo ass a free pass. That ain’t good enough tho, right!? Yo ass wants to test me. Lie on my fuckin’ name, by morning, yo ass, including yo whole family, will be dead by noon,” I paused.

  Her eyes teared up as my words hit their mark. Dropping her ass to the floor.

  THUNK!

  “Oooaawww (cough) (cough). Whyyyy?” She wailed, trying to hold herself.

  Squatting, I grabbed a hand full of her hair.

  “Listen to me real fuckin’ good. I ain’t shit to fuckin’ play wit. The next time a muthafucka tell yo hoe ass it ain’t shit but fuckin’, that’s what the fuck it is. Now, I ain’t above visiting Bernard, yo daddy, at his law practice, or Stephanie, yo mama, at the doctor’s office. Maybe I can visit Blake, yo bitch ass brother, at Columbia, or Beethoven, yo sweet ass baby brother, at Green Collegiate private school. I’ll even send Tiffany, the full breed Yorkshire Terrier, to doggy heaven. Fuck wit me. Do yo diluted ass get it now?” I laid out, staring into her petrified eyes.

  “Speak,” I barked.

  “I, I, I, understand,” she whimpered.

  Glaring at her for a few more beats. Releasing her hair, I stood, straightening my clothes. I continued what I started, I left her ass like the nothing ass bitch she is.

  Forty-five minutes later….

  BANG! BANG! BANG!

  Beating on the door in true Banks fashion, I waited. A few beats later, I saw an eyeball through the peephole, then the locks turning. The door opened slowly, causing my heart to speed up.

  “Banks, what the hell are you doing here this time of the got damn night? Why the hell yo ass ain’t call? Is it Lil’ D? Yo mama? Drake? What the fuck is really going on?” She fired off.

  “Damn. Shut the hell up. Let me in, I got some shit to say to yo ass,” I stated, with my eyes wide, which caused her to eye me.

  “Don’t get fucked up. What you got to say to me? I’m telling yo ass now, lie, I’m kicking yo ass,” she snapped, without opening the door any further.

  Sighing, this woman is too much, I thought, staring at her.

  “Can I at least come in? Please,” I asked, pouting.

  Smackin’ her teeth, while rolling her eyes, she opened the door, then stepped away. Stepping inside in time to see her ass sway in the tight night shirt she’s wearing. The shit ain’t sexy, but it’s sexy on her. She took a seat on the couch. I took one on the ottoman before her. She eyed me as I eyed her. This is the first time I’ve noticed how much she looks like Preshus. They asses got the same mean streak. Preshus ass is just violent as fuck.

  “Talk, Banks, my ass is tired. Knocking bitches out takes my energy…. Sometimes,” she started, smirking.

  Chuckling while shaking my head. I’m bout to take back my previous thoughts.

  “Aiight, I got something to say, the truth. I’ve always been a blunt, truthful nigga. I’m pissed at myself fa’ not being who the fuck I really am. First, my mama beat my ass when I told her crazy ass what the hell I did-”

  “That’s what yo ass gets. I wish I was there,” she interrupted, gloating.

  “Drake cussed me out-”

  “Really?” She interrupted, again.

  Choosing to ignore her ass.

  “They both made me realize my fuck boy ways were shinning through too fucking bright. I don’t have a reason fa’ what I did, I just fucking did it. Fa’ that, I apologize. You worth the wait, my heart, and possibly, my last name. I’mma clear the air fully before I get to what I really need from you.

  I just left Bethany’s. I didn’t fuck’er. She sucked my dick tho. On some trying to keep me shit. I ain’t never been hers. When y’all were gone, I only fucked her ass once. That was on some late night, two in the morning, shit. I fucked her hard and fast, in her living room, over the arm of her couch. I tunked out for all of thirty minutes, then left. I knew I wasn’t at home. She must have photoshopped them pics. My ass can’t even tell yo ass what her apartment looks like.

  The only other time I fucked her was the night after I picked my car up. That’s it, I promise you. You can ask Racks and Stone bout the time y’all were gone. We were working on some shit. Yes, my ass was dead ass wrong. I promised yo ass something, then went back on the bullshit, that’s my fuck up.

  I went over there tonight to let her ass know how bad she fucked up, and that yo mean ass is the only one foe my ass. After I choked her slut ass with my dick. I pulled my shits up, said thank you, and have a nice life. She started issuing some threats, talmbout calling the police on my ass foe rape, murder-”

  “What? I know the fuck she didn’t. That two hitter quitter I laid on her ass wasn’t e-fuckin-nuff. That’s just a fuckin’ taste. This the bullshit I don’t do. Take yo fuckin’ loss and call it a got damn day. Shit accept yo ass a hoe and move the fuck on. Her worthless ass trying to play wit lives and shit, that’s a damn no fuckin’ go,” she snapped, mugging my ass.

  I leaned up outta her personal space. Now my ass don’t feel safe.

  “You good? Yo ass violent as hell,” I cooed, rubbing her thigh in a fake attempt to calm her ass down.

  “I’m fine, thank you. Finish,” she spat.

  Chuckling at her mean ass.

  “Aiight, I want yo ass, Aquaneesha Miller, to start completely over wit my ass. Real talk, no bullshit. Yo rules, yo terms, I wanna be the man yo ass deserve. Tell my ass how to do this shit. Show my ass how
to do this shit. Tell my ass I got a fuckin’ chance,” I finished, staring into her eyes.

  She didn’t break eye contact, nor did she blink. She sighed.

  “DeaMonti, I don’t know bout giving you another chance. I’ve gone back and forth with this situation. I actually made a damn list of yah pros and cons. Yah pros outweighed your cons. I had to ask myself would I truly be happy wit myself if I never gave you a full chance,” she paused.

  Holding my breath. I ain’t never been in this damn position. She licked her lips. I followed the movement. I missed her kisses. We’ve shared quite a few.

  “DeaMonti, we can try again. Please don’t take this shit as me being weak fa’ yah ass, cuz this ain’t what this is. As I told yo ass before, you have some very redeeming qualities. I love the way you love your son, mother, and brother. I love them too. You have shown me something wit the way you put in time wit Seaqual. You know what to do to keep me happy. Keep yo dick between you and me. I want you to always remember, ‘How would I feel if Neesha fucked anotha dude while being wit me?’” She finished, with a smile.

  My face frowned up.

  “You don’t like that, do you?” She added, reading my face.

  “Fuck no. My dick is yo dick. Yo pussy is my pussy. I now pronounce us man and woman, in a committed relationship,” I declared.

  “Okay, Monti,” she cooed, leaning forward.

  Smiling before puckering my lips up.

  “Hol’ up. Did you kiss that trick?” She snapped.

  “Fuck no. Yo crazy ass the only female I’ve ever kissed,” I snapped.

  “Good, I better be,” she sassed.

  Leaping on her ass, causing her to fall back. Laying on her, stealing her breath.

  “Kiss me,” I demanded, before slamming my mouth to hers.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she moaned, wiggling a lil.

  Leaning up so she could breath. She really got into the kiss. Her ass can kiss too. Moving my hand under her night shirt. Realizing she’s naked beneath it, my hand froze.