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  “Because, he isn’t talking to me that’s why. But he does talk to you. And Chante misses her brother. I want my family to get back together.”

  “Mercedes, who are you trying to fool?” Derrick laughs. “Because you and me both know the last thing on Chante’s mind these days is Lil C. She’s in private school during the week, and when she comes home on the weekends, she’s ripping and running the streets with your mother.”

  He’s right, and sometimes I feel bad for the relationship I don’t have with my daughter. When Chante was eight years old she was having problems in school. I didn’t know what to do with her, and Cameron wasn’t helping me, so I put her in a full-time facility for problem children in Virginia. After a year she was doing better, but instead of bringing her home while I was in the middle of the Dreyfus beef, she wanted to stay in the program. I go see her every week, but each time it feels like I don’t know her anymore. I guess now that she’s thirteen, it’s like she wants to do her own thing, and I allow her too. She has new friends, and I feel like it’s no place for me in her life.

  Lil C is different. He understands what the drug lifestyle means, and I can relate to him more. But since he found out from Persia that I killed his father, he wants nothing else to do with me.

  “Chante does want to spend time with Lil C, and of course I do too,” I admit.

  “Come over here,” He says to me.

  I wipe my mouth on the napkin, throw it on the table and walk toward him. I see the way he eyes the blue jeans I’m wearing that hugs my curves. He positions his legs away from the table, grabs my hand and pulls me onto his lap.

  “Mercedes, you gotta let C come to you when he’s ready. Trust me, C will be there when you need him the most. I know that for a fact. He won’t let you down. He loves you too much for that.”

  This nigga is not saying shit I wanna to hear. Fuck the future. I’m talking about now. “Well what about me? And what I need right now? Don’t that count for nothing?”

  “You know that it does,” he replies. “But he ain’t no kid no more, Mercedes. You and Cameron forced him to grow up fast, and that’s exactly what he’s done. So he can’t be controlled anymore. But, you not gonna tell me that he doesn’t love you. Just give him the time. There isn’t a person on the face of the earth, with a heart anyway, that can deny his own mother forever. He’ll come around.”

  “But I want to hear him say he loves me now,” I reply.

  “You see what I’m saying?” he asks. “Everything with you is, I, I, I.” he stabs me into the softness of my breast with his index finger. “You don’t know nothing else. I know what you want, but C was close to his father, and he ain’t here no more. The boy’s hurt that’s all.”

  “Derrick, don’t fake like you don’t know the nigga wanted me dead.”

  “If anybody remembers the old times, its me. But that was then and this is now. He feels like you took the one person from him that truly understood him. Let him have a moment to grieve.”

  “Did he tell you that?”

  “Yes,” he replies.

  “When?”

  “Yesterday when we went to the gym.”

  “You didn’t tell me you were seeing C yesterday.”

  “You didn’t ask.”

  I stand up and walk back toward my seat. Why does everybody but me get to have a relationship with him? I’m the one who pushed him out of my pussy! Not Derrick, and definitely not Yvette. Why am I forced to hear about how he’s doing through somebody else? I would even take a business relationship with him if it was possible, and be the one who drops his package, but C refuses to see my face. A face that could look upon him with nothing but love.

  “I will do whatever I have to, to have a relationship with my son again,” I say honestly. “I don’t care what it is.”

  “Then start by letting him go,” he responds.

  “I can’t.”

  “Well you will lose him.”

  “It’s not that I don’t want to, I don’t know how,” I reply under my breath. “I don’t know how to let my son go. I feel like he still needs me.”

  “Well that may be the reason you lose him for good,” he says picking up his book again.

  For some reason, at this moment, I hate Derrick’s guts. I know he doesn’t want to talk about Lil C anymore, but he’s on my mind, and I need some relief. I feel like I don’t have Derrick’s support. He could bring us together if he really wanted too. I know he could.

  Instead of pushing the issue, I think of something else to discuss. “How do you feel about Yvette marrying Judah? She doesn’t even know him.”

  “I don’t feel nothing about it,” he says turning the page.

  I frown. “Can you put the book down please?”

  He places the book down, but it’s with a slight attitude this time. “I’m trying to talk to you.”

  “So how about you talk to me about something that has to do with you,” he yells.

  “I am.”

  “Damn, Mercedes, lately all anything has been about is Lil C, Yvette, Carissa and Persia. I’m not one of your little girlfriends; I’m your fucking husband. Instead of treating me like one of them bitches, how ‘bout you help me a little on this marriage tip. I’m working on it by myself in case you didn’t know.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “When was the last time we fucked?”

  My face warms up. “I can’t remember.”

  “Well I do. It’s been well over three months since I felt inside of your pussy walls,” he responds folding his arms over his chest. “I can’t touch my own wife. It’s killing me inside.”

  “Derrick, it ain’t like you didn’t fuck around on me—,”

  “Yes, I fucked that bitch,” he yells louder. “And, I know it was wrong for stepping out on our marriage. But don’t forget the reason she was able to infiltrate in the first place. You dropped the ball with me. You weren’t taking care of me, and playing your position as my wife.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tease. “It was because you hated that the niggas in Emerald City referred to you as Mr. Mercedes. News flash, Derrick. That shit wasn’t my fault. You should’ve stood tall, because at the end of the day, I am your boss, and I come home to you every night.”

  “It wasn’t just about that. It was about you not treating me like a man. I’m starting to tire of this distance shit, Mercedes. But you gonna either have to forgive me or let me go.”

  My jaw tightens. “Why is this changing over on me all of a sudden? I’m not the one who has stepped outside of the marriage. You are.”

  “Mercedes, did you take me back just so she couldn’t have me? Just so you could torture me?”

  I look down. I have never been asked that question before and ‘yes’ feels like it would be closer to the truth. Instead I say, “No. I’m not even thinking about Bucky anymore.”

  “Then let’s work on us for real,” he continues. “Let’s spend some quality time together. Let’s make love. Let’s talk about us having children together. I want a family of my own.”

  “I don’t want no more kids, Derrick,” I respond quickly. “You know that.”

  “You know what, I’m sick of this bullshit,” he says standing up.

  “Where are you going?”

  “To the bathroom,” he picks up his book. “Don’t worry, if you want to gossip about them bitches you roll with, I can still hear you from in here.”

  “Fuck you,” I yell as he walks away.

  “Give me a time and I might show up,” he responds before disappearing.

  I place my hands over my face and breathe into them. My warm breath moistens my palms and relaxes me. I know he’s right about me not doing him right in this marriage, but I hate him. I hate that he stepped out on me with a bitch that banks at the liquor store. I hate that he was going to leave me for her. I hate that had I not caught him, they would’ve still been together, behind my back. And I hate that my friends know.

  He embarrass
ed me in my own city. It would be different if he was dealing with a boss bitch. Somebody who was contributing to the relationship financially and sexually like I do. But he didn’t. He chose down and for that I wanted him to pay. Maybe it’s time for me to give him a break though. He seems like he’s at his limit.

  I clean the table off, put the dishes in the dishwasher and walk to the bathroom. Derrick is still inside. I decide to apologize and get serious about my marriage. Maybe if things worked out with us, Lil C would come back so the three of us could be a family. It’s obvious he respects Derrick.

  I’m about to knock on the door when I hear Derrick talking softly inside. I can’t make out what he’s saying, so I rush to my bedroom, and walk to my closet. I pull out a half empty shoebox under a stack of filled shoeboxes. Inside is an intercom speaker. Derrick didn’t know it, but every room in this house was wired with audio and video equipment, for my viewing and listening pleasure.

  I knew what Derrick was doing, and when he was doing it at all times. But after eavesdropping for months, with no new information, I put the speaker up in this box. Now I may be on to something.

  I close my closet door and turn the speaker on.

  “Nakato, please don’t have that nigga’s kid,” Derrick says. “Don’t break my heart with that shit. I think I made a mistake by coming back here. I want to come home to you. I don’t even care anymore.”

  I drop the speaker. I’m devastated. Why does he have to break my heart? I know the name Nakato because it’s written on all my paperwork from court. Nakato ‘Bucky’ Uba is her full name. And, she single handedly ruined my marriage. I can’t kill her yet, because the police will know. I’ll get at her later though. That I promise.

  But I’m done with Derrick. I can’t take no more of his lies, of the pain and deceit. He’s out of my life for good.

  I stand up, grab my purse, and pull out my 9 mili with the silencer attached. I tiptoe toward the closed bathroom door, and fire in the direction I know he’s in on the toilet. I hear him gasp for air, but I don’t stop shooting. I fire three more times until I hear a thump. Then I rush into the bathroom, and look down at his bloodied body.

  I grab the bloody cell phone out of his hands and place it to my ear. “Say something about this shit, Bucky, and you’ll find out who I really am, and what kind of person I could really be. I’ll see you in court next month,” I throw the phone on his bloodied face.

  Like I said, I was done with Derrick, but I wasn’t about to let her have him either. So he had to go.

  CHAPTER 4

  LIL C

  Lil C was laying flat on his back while Monie rode his dick from the top. They were in the apartment they shared in Tyland Towers. Lil C learned a long time ago from his mother and father that you could manage your kingdom better when you lived in your city, amongst your own people and product. So he ruled it closely and with an iron fist.

  C was wearing nothing but the Camelot chain on his neck. And he was in awe at how round Monie’s titties were, and how solid her thighs were. Although Monie was thicker than most girls he fucked in the past, there wasn’t a one of them who could stand next to Monie’s fuck game in the bedroom.

  C gripped her plump breasts and fucked her harder. “Damn, Monie,” he said biting his bottom lip. “This pussy be right all the time.”

  “And so do this dick, C,” she responded. “I fucking love you so much.”

  “I know, mami,” he replied.

  His dick continued to slam into her like fist bumps. He was handling her soggy wetness like a pro. C already stopped himself from cumming twice, because he wanted the feeling to last. Their friendship made the sex even better, to hear him tell it. What better scenario in the world but to fuck your best friend, someone who you could have fun with, and who knew your secrets?

  Almost a year ago, Monie had been only a comrade. She rode with him when shit got thick in his pursuit to take over Tyland Towers, now called Camelot. And, she proved that although she was a big girl, she could give him everything them other girls couldn’t. That included cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner for him, and fucking him around the clock. C’s wish was her command.

  C was about to splash his cum into her body until she got up, turned around and rode his dick with her back in his direction. Her phat ass spilled over his thighs like soft pillows. Monie didn’t have a cellulite spot on her body. She was all muscular shiny ass, and he could no longer last.

  “Fuck,” he called out into their home.

  “Keep it stiff for one more second,” Monie begged as she focused her attentions on getting her nut off. Since C had gotten his, she knew she needed to hurry or she would be short, and left playing with her vibrator. With a few more waist tilts, and three more plops onto his dick, she spilled her milk all over him.

  “Damn, Monie,” C said pulling out of her. “Your pussy shouldn’t be that good all the time.”

  Monie lifted off of him and lie next to him in their bed. “I’m glad you liked it. It was good for me too.” Her mood was cold and short.

  “Well why you don’t seem like it was good? You sound dry. Like I just beat you in Spades and shit.”

  “No reason,” she sighed.

  There was something sad aback her eyes. C wanted her to be happy, truly he did, so he pulled himself together and decided to investigate the reason for her dismay.

  “What’s on your mind, Monie? Come out with it.” He wiped his dick with the white towel on the nightstand, and threw it on the floor. When he accidently looked at her plump breasts he was hardening up again. He could fuck some more if she was willing. But, now was not the time. So he thought about his comrades and got soft again. He wanted to give her his undivided attention, and he knew she would get mad if he went in for some more of that crucial.

  “It ain’t nothing, C” she lied pulling the sheets over her naked body. The curved brown sheets outlined her nipples, and the roundness of her sexy body. “I’m good.”

  “We been friends too long for you to lie to me,” he admitted. “Now stop fucking around. What’s on your mind?”

  “That’s just it, C,” she said softly. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I love you too much for that shit. I mean, you got me in your apartment, you sleep with me every night, and yet you still see other bitches on the side. I want an official position.”

  “But I’ve never disrespected you have I?” C questioned. “I’ve never brought one of my females here, and you the only one I fuck raw. You set up like a queen, Monie, accept you’re the closest thing to me, we better than the dumb shit. Lets not mince words by adding name tags.”

  Monie sighed. “C, I don’t know how much longer I can be with you like this,” she said. “You asked for my body, but you stole my heart instead. If you want a roommate than I’m cool with that, but I don’t want to sleep in your bed anymore without knowing you’re mine.”

  C frowned. “So I guess you gonna pay rent then too? I got an extra bedroom.”

  “C, I’m serious.”

  He jumped up. “Fuck,” he yelled throwing his arms up in the air. “What do you want from me? I mean, you’re the first bitch I—,”

  “I’m not a bitch, C,” Monie said sitting up in the bed. “I’m the one who loves you more than you can love yourself. All I’m asking is that you love me back.”

  “And I do,” he said. “Just not in the way you want me too.”

  “You’re spoiled, C. You use to having everything you want. All your life doors have been kicked down for you, but what you gotta hurt me in the process.”

  “You’re right, I am spoiled. And that’s not gonna change just cause you asking it too.”

  When the phone rings Monie reached over on the nightstand and answered it. “Hello.”

  Silence.

  “Who is this?” Monie said. When no one responded she hung up. “You know that was the bitch Persia again. I don’t know why you won’t just let me beat that baby out of her, and be done with it. You know Monie offici
al with the hands.” She laughed at herself. “Plus if you ask me, the baby probably ain’t even yours.”

  Monie eased out of the bed and when she did, C was in her face. “I had one of the best fathers in the world, before my mother took him away from me. He was honorable and he always did the right thing by me and my sister.”

  “What you saying?” Monie asked.

  “I’m saying if she’s carrying my seed, I’m gonna do right by her and the baby,” he said. “And that means I’m not gonna allow anybody to hurt one of my kid’s parents, the way my mother did me. In order for a kid to be full he needs both parents in his life, Monie. So, if she is carrying my kid she will always be okay. You understand what I’m saying? She’s off limits, and I won’t let you hurt her.”

  “You might be doing the right thing,” Monie said. “But you need to put Persia on to what’s going on up in here too. Because, the bitch thinks she can still be with you, C. And it’s only a matter of time before she starts with her old games again. She’s dangerous. Mark my words.”

  “Let me handle Persia,” he walked away from her. “I just want you to know that if you gonna be in my life, you gonna have to put your feelings about that matter to the side.”

  Monie slumped on the bed in defeat. “Speaking of parents, how come you haven’t spoken to your mother yet? You hold a grudge longer than me.”

  “I’m gonna tell you like I told everybody else, let me handle my business when it comes to them peoples.”

  “Them peoples is your mother, your flesh and blood. You rapping about needing both parents yet you acting like you ain’t got one still alive.”

  “It’s my business, Monie. Not yours. If I want your opinion I’ll tell you.”

  Monie threw her hands up in the air and leaned back on the bed. When the phone rang again she reluctantly answered.

  “Hello.”

  “Monie, I need you to tell C to come to my house right away,” Mercedes yelled. “It’s urgent.”

  CHAPTER 5

  CARISSA