Ch. 3 Pt. 2| Disrespectful Compliance

Nami

The Crib

10 p.m.

“Fuck you adding so much butter for Paula Deen, you trying to give her diabetes?!” I said while smacking Nas in the back of his head as he stirred some butter into Dutch’s mashed potatoes while he bumped his head to “Or Nah”.

“Can you lick the tip, then throw the dick or nah?” he sang ignoring me and it did something to me. As much as I can’t stand him he does have a voice.

“What I told you about putting hands on me?” he softly said while carefully placing the steak next to the mashed potatoes on her plate.

“I’ono nigga care to remind me?” I said with attitude as I put my hands on my thick hips. Just cause shit is rocky at the moment don’t mean I’m finna be nice to this nigga.

He smacked his teeth, “why you gotta have a attitude all the damn time? For once I’m trying to be nice to ya stupid ass and you gotta fuck it up,” he said with as much attitude as I gave him.

“Cause yous a BITCH!” I said as I grabbed a piece of broccoli off the plate and ran out laughing.

“And clean up my damn kitchen fool!” I yelled behind me.

“Baby, Nas is coming with your plate now; Autumn if you want some you better go remind him cause you know that nigga is greedy and he will eat it all,” I told them as I finished my stolen piece of broccoli.

“You’re not eating with us?” Autumn asked; this bitch is too damn intuitive always picking up on shit.

“Nah I’m about to hop in the shower and make a run real quick. Since Aaron fucked up his hand he asked me to make a run for him, I won’t be gone long,” I told them turning to head to the bathroom.

“Cool, I’ll just tell Nas to wrap mine up and I’ll drive you over there. All of today’s excitement go me tired son, my bed and my man keeps calling me,” she giggled as she looked down at her phone obviously talking about AK.

“Iight bet” I said racing to the shower.

___

“Ready Autumn?” I said looking down and checking my outfit. Watching them share a laugh while watching Bob’s Burgers made me feel a pang of guilt. I’m supposed to be laid up with my baby yet I’m finding an excuse to sneak away.

This shit has to stop.

“Autumn!” I barked at her out of frustration making her snap her head in my direction.

“What bitch! The show is almost over damn! You got some damn nerve coming in here rushing people,” she said with attitude.

“I don’t care I just want to go and come back,” I said bringing my tone down some; it’s not her fault I’m on edge.

She rolled her eyes, “fine” she huffed.

“Dutch I’ll be back tomorrow after I finish my drops, I’ll bring some lunch for you” she said as she kissed Dutch’s forehead and leaned over to give Nas a hug.

She grabbed her plate, “let’s go,” she finally said to me.

“Baby I’ll be back soon” I said leaning down to kiss Dutch as she nodded her head and reached over to mush Nas causing him to kiss his teeth.

___

“Thanks Autumn see you tomorrow,” I said hopping out of her whip and slamming the door before she could respond.

I’m here. Again. Why?

If I had to give you an honest answer as to why I’m here I couldn’t tell you. I began to contemplate with myself as I used my key to unlock his lobby door and make my way to his elevator.

“You should be home with your girl, taking care of her. Nursing her back to health,” I told myself and rested my head against the elevator wall, letting out a deep sigh.

“It’s not too late to turn back,” I told myself as the doors opened up on his floor. My feet had a mind of their own as they made their way to his apartment. I used my key and made my way in.

“Aaron!” I yelled as I took off my sneakers and made my way through his dark apartment.

“In here!” he yelled from his room. I opened his bedroom door to find him sprawled across his bed looking up at the ceiling fan spin.

“Is that my-”?

“Thong, yeah it is” he completed my sentence without breaking his stare from the ceiling.

Turning his head and looking at me intently, “C'mere” he said with a thick country accent almost matching my own.

Dragging my feet I made my way to where he was, “what took you so long?” he innocently asked as he played with the drawstring on my sweats before he pulled it making them fall to my ankles.

“Duty calls wifey needed me” I chuckled running my fingers over his waves as he bent down to remove each leg from my sweats.

I felt him nod his head as he kissed up every inch of my exposed leg, alternating between the two before reaching up to take off my shirt tossing it somewhere.

“Lay down” he said in a husky voice as he reached to pull my thong down.

Once again, that same pang of guilt hit me. Here we go again, doing it again.

“Aaron we shoooooouuuu” was all that came out as he wrapped his plump, full lips around my clit cutting me off mid sentence as my fingers found their way to the back of his head holding him place.

“Aaahh!” I moaned as I felt his tongue trace around my opening before plunging his tongue inside.

Fuck it I’ll deal with myself later, this feels too good. My senses were heightened and my words began to slur, I gave in letting pleasure run its course.

Nas

Dutch’s Crib

11:45 p.m.

“I wonder what’s taking her so long,” Dutch said worried about Nami.

“Yeah” I said dryly. Not that I wish anything bad on Nami, but not having her here was peaceful. No yelling, screaming arguing or bickering just laughs and snacks with the big homie.

“She was supposed to help me shower and change my bandages,” Dutch said frustrated as she fidgeted with her fingers.

“I can help you,” I blurted out faster than I probably should have. After showing my ass at the hospital I figured I’d be on my best behavior and look out for her in anyway I can.

She side eyed the fuck outta me “eww nigga I don’t want you seeing me naked” she said making us both laugh.

“Nah on some real shit I don’t want your wounds getting infected and you know I’m not some creep nigga, I’d never do you like that,” I told her as I flipped through the channels.

I watched her weigh her options from the corner of my eye, she really looked torn “Iight nigga, but no funny shit. I’ll break your fucking fingers” she complied.

“Yeah whatever club feet” I said making her pout as I stood up and reached down to gingerly pick her up in my arms. She instantly laid her head on my chest as we made our way to her bathroom. This felt wrong, but so right at the same time.

I sat her down on the chair already sitting in the shower and putting my phone on the docking station letting Jhene Aiko’s soulful voice fill the bathroom. I know she’s a big fan.

“You okay?” I asked her as I helped her slowly taking off her shirt. Even with the bandages around her torso and the few scrapes on her face she’s beautiful.

“Mmhmm” she said biting her bottom lip as I helped her take off her baggy sweats, I knew she was hiding the pain she really felt.

I looked down at her full breast encased in her victoria secret bra and the lime green g-string. That ass though? Shit lime green just might be my new favorite color! Focus nigga, I told my self as I helped her slip off her underwear and rest back on the seat comfortably. The last thing I need is hard dick poking her in the arm.

She worked on her bra, while I worked on unwrapping her bandages. Looking at her marred, broken ribs infuriated me as I absentmindedly ran my fingers over them causing her to wince, “sorry” I mumbled.

“The showerhead comes off, I need you to wash my hair too,” she nonchalantly told me, as if her fine ass wasn’t just sitting here butt bald.

“Iight,” I mumbled as I began to hose her body down with the showerhead. I used my free had to massage at her scalp causing her to moan and my dick to jump.

“That feels nice,” she said with her eyes closed in a husky voice, one I never heard before. Catching a glimpse to the other side of Dutch made me look at her differently. For as long as I’ve known Dutch she’s always been one of the homies, nothing more nothing less.

I’m starting to feel some type of way and I’m not sure I want to stop it. Watching her tilt her head back and the water drip off her was fucking my head up. She isn't even doing anything and my mind is already gone.

I took my time rubbing the soap over her body savoring the time, hell this will probably be the only time she allows this.

“You almost done? My back is getting cold and my ass hurts from this hard ass chair,” she huffed breaking me from a trance as I watched the shampoo run from her hair.

“Uuh y-yeah” I stuttered as I turned off the running water and turning around to reach for her towels. Turning back and looking at a soaking wet Dutch made my already hard dick brick. The way the steam clung around her body made her look almost ethereal. I unconsciously bit my lip while looking at her.

“I know I’m sexy, but nigga damn hurry up” she said while shivering and smirking at me, making me blush. Which is a first, clearly I’m pussy. Fuck I look like blushing? I chuckled and shook my head.

I wrapped one towel around her head and the other lightly around her body as I lifted her and carried her to her bedroom.

___

“Nas call her again, please” Dutch almost begged me to try Nami’s phone again. At one point it actually rang, but she’s been sending me straight voicemail.

I helped her get dressed and put some deep conditioner in her hair, we’ve been watching The Golden Girls on Netflix ever since. Only fucking Dutch could get me to sit and watch The Golden Girls, only her.

“Dutch we tried her phone almost 10 times! She’s obviously ignoring it,” I told her as I played with the hem of her t-shirt. I find myself finding any excuse to touch her.

“But it’s 3 a.m. where could she be?” she said in a sleepy voice as she rested her head on my shoulder. I could tell she was trying to fight sleep until Nami came home, but it doesn’t look like she plans on bringing her ass home anytime soon.

“I don’t know Dutch, but your body needs rest and a nigga is tired. I’m finna go home and get in my own bed,” I told her before my body got too tired.

I watched her begin to pout as I stood up, “I don’t wanna be alone, take me with you” she said lowly as she nervously played with the hem of her t-shirt.

I didn’t have to think twice, I scooped her in my arms, “you need anything from your room?” she shook her head no and we left without bothering to looking back.

I felt the need and the urge to keep her close. Feeling her warm body lying on my chest felt right and I can’t say I mind feeling it more often. Before we reached the car she was passed out in my arms, I smiled and kissed her forehead.

I gingerly laid her across my back seat and made my way to the driver’s side. I saw Nami hop out of a black jeep that looked like that nigga A’s and limp her ass to the building.

I know that limp, that’s that good dick down limp. I’ve left a couple bitches with that limp as a parting gift.

Sneaky bitch.

Any thoughts I had about taking Dutch back upstairs completely faded from my mind as I peeled away from the curb, purposely honking my horn and saluting at her causing her to jump and look back wide eyed. She knows she’s caught, but I wanna make her squirm a little before I blow her shit up.

All the years of putting up with her bullshit makes it that much sweeter. The only person I don’t want to see hurt is Dutch, but I’m not sure how long I can avoid that.

Looking at the startled look on her face confirmed all my suspicions. That’s foul and if she’s creeping with who I think she is then she definitely ain’t shit.

Prologue: Make It Home

Dutchess

E 101st & 3rd Ave

2:56 a.m

“Where you at?” Nami asked on the other line. Her voice was raspy and I could tell she was fighting sleep.

“I’m almost home, I just made my last run and I’m a few blocks away I’ll be there in no time babe.”

“Well shit, pedal faster I’m about to heat up this cheesecake and I already set up The Golden Girls on Netflix.” She said with urgency.

“Who heats up cheesecake? Country bumpkin ass” I chuckled as I rode through the avenues completely oblivious to my city around me. I had one mission in mind; get to my bed in record time. I’ve been running without good sleep for two weeks and I’m ready to crash. The thought of my bed caused me to pedal a bit harder.

“I do!” She said giggled, “Don’t try me.” She said her thick Memphis accent coming through.

“Alright, alright let me go so I can pay attention,” I said with all seriousness.

“Gotchu see you soon baby.” She said hanging up as I came up to a red light I slowed my pedaling to a halt.

Taking time to look at the city around me. So alive and active, bodies shifting quickly across the street trying to get to the other side before the red hand popped up. The taxi cab next to me so in a hurry for the light to change to get to his next fare. Even at such a late hour everyone was in such a hurry and had somewhere to be.

I saw an opening and I took it, having a bike as opposed to a car makes maneuvering through NY traffic a breeze. Us bike riders have our own community, albeit underground it’s a community nonetheless. We’ve carved out our own lane in traffic it’s the quickest way to get around the city completely undetected. Need something delivered?

My crew or I can have it delivered to wherever you need it to go in a time friendly and discreet manner. You wouldn’t believe the type of shit have delivered and how much they’ll pay just to have it brought to them in the fashion that we bring it. Business has been great, quite lucrative and we’ve managed to stay below the radar for years. We took the streets by storm and we did it in an unconventional manner.

I increased my speed as I pedaled through past the red light and instantly saw a blaring set of headlights coming towards me from my right side. There was no was I could avoid them, whoever was behind the wheel was swerving between lanes recklessly. They were coming too fast. I saw them, but it was like they didn’t see me and had no intentions of slowing down.

Beau

I looked out the passenger window as Harlem whipped past me in a flash. Street signs began to blur with red lights. Intersections and crosswalks all looked the same. This nigga had lead in his foot and liquor in his veins.

“Yo Boogz son chill! You keep this shit up and you’re either gonna hurt us or someone else!” I yelled over A$AP F3RG blaring through the speakers while clinging to the dashboard as he swerved through lanes. I could here the other drivers on the road honking their horns around us.

“Relax!” he cackled, “I got this, you know I’m the MCLAREN KING NIGGA!!!” He yelled at the top of his lungs and pushed his foot on the gas pedal. “I whip shit like this on the regular” he slurred.

“Bullshit! I just got this shit today you whip Fiats on a regular nigga. Now slow down!” He was two seconds away from kissing a tree or a lamppost, I knew I shouldn’t have let him drive my shit, my new shit. My dude has been going through some shit lately so I thought maybe letting him take the whip out for a bit would lift his spirits. It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way, but isn’t that how it always works out when some shit is about to go down?

“You just sit back and enjoy the ride son,” He said as he hiccupped from the Henny he had been sipping earlier “I got you” he said patting my shoulder confidently. Why do drunk niggas always swear they got everything under control.

“I hear you son I really do, but you’re doing 120 on the dash right now. You need to slow down.” I said as calmly as possibly, almost reasoning with him. Seeing that the light up ahead was turning yellow I figured he’d slow down and I could talk him into letting me drive. For a hot second I almost got through to him.

“How much you wanna bet I can make it before the light turns red?” He turned and looked at me with blood shot red eyes and an impish grin. Before I could respond he floored it, throwing my body back into my seat. I saw a figure moving up ahead, but I didn’t want to believe that it was in the directly in front of our lane.

“YO BOOGZ CHILL MY NIGGA YOU GONNA HIT THE BIKE?!” I yelled trying to get him to slow down.

“What?” He said turning his head for a second.

Moments later I felt the airbag smashing into my face. Signaling the worst, what has my nigga just done.

Ch. 3 Pt. 1 | Noncompliance

Dutchess

Mount Sinai Hospital

8:15 a.m.

“Ms. Blake you sure you’re making the best decision? Are you sure you’re not letting the sedatives speak for you?” One of the detectives asked me in complete disbelief.

Once the Dr. gave word to the detectives that I was conscious and able to answer questions they quickly came in with their notepads out ready to ask me if I remembered anything from the accident. I’ve never been a fan of NYPD so even if it was for my own benefit I wasn’t being compliant.

“Yes, I’m completely sure. I want all charges dropped against all parties responsible for the accident,” I told him never failing to break eye contact.

“Are you deadass right now?” Nami asked openly sharing her disgust and disbelief to those in the room. I could feel her burning a whole in the side of my face, but I’m not budging. I have to stand firm in what I feel is right.

“These niggas almost ended your shit, got you in this bitch handicap and you’re letting them walk!” Nami growled in disbelief.

“Baby how can you be okay with this? They’ve taken so much from you and you’re letting the shit rock,” I could see the tears brimming in her eyes, but I wasn’t budging.

As hard as it is for me to let go of their careless mistakes, holding onto them would personally do me no good. Being bitter or vindictive isn’t going to get me to ride and deliver any sooner; it isn’t going to lessen the pain in anyway so why harbor that kind of hate?

Nami is quick to forget I’m running my own multi-million dollar illegal delivery service. Fuck I look like cooperating with the cops for anything? She's buggin. I get it they want what’s best, but I can’t risk them snooping around in my shit, Nami and the cops alike.

Ignoring her rant and the detective’s smartass comment, “Yeah I’m sure. I want any and all charges dropped. I’ve got enough on my plate, worrying about this is more than I need right now.” I told him curtly.

I heard Nami scoff and watched him nod his head, “Well here’s my card, give me a call when you change your mind,” he said very sure of himself and sure of my phone call.

“That won’t be necessary, I won’t be calling,” I said matching his tone dismissing him.

Before he got out the room I called to him, “Can you send my Dr. in your way out” I said with a smile full of blatant disrespect.

“I don’t fucking get you yo! How are you just okay with this?” Nami said as she let the tears freely stream down her face now that we’re alone.

“How you gonna explain this to Nas and A? They damn near beat that nigga to a bloody pulp and now you finna just let him go?” her voice was so exasperated and strained.

I opened my mouth to speak, but I closed it. How do I explain this to her and have her fully understand where I’m coming from? I can’t expect Nami to sympathize with me or relate because she’s not me and will never be able to rationalize my standpoint.

As far as Nas and Aaron nobody told them to go play sergeant and captain save a bitch. I can fight my own battles and once again they’ve gone and done some reckless shit. I’ll deal with them later.

“Ms. Blake I’m glad you’re awake and speaking,” the Dr. walked in interrupting my thoughts and the conversation. I silently thanked him.

“You’re doing extremely well, how are you feeling?” he asked while reading over my charts.

“My head is pounding and I’m hungry,” I told him and laughed, while he chuckled along with me. Nami rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“How can you laugh at a time like this?” Nami said seething. I hated seeing her hurt, but if I didn’t laugh than her anger would be contagious and my thirst for blood would reawaken.

The Dr. straightened up, “Ms. Blake for the next three months you’ll be on bed rest. Both of your legs have been broken, thankfully it was a clean break so the recovery process should be smooth, your bones should be reconnecting in no time. You will need assistance around the clock during your recovery process.” he paused letting me process what he was telling me.

“You also have four broken ribs, the 6th, 7th, 11th and 12th. That adds an additional six to eight weeks to your recovery time.” He said finally letting it all sink in.

I have so many thoughts running through my mind, but none of which I cared to share with him. “Continue” I told him.

“We’d like to keep you here for the week to run some tes—“

“Nah you good son, I’m ready to go now,” I said cutting him off before could finish his statement.

“Ms. Blake as strong as you feel mentally, physically your body just isn’t up to it. Your body needs to rest and recuperate” he said rationally.

“I completely understand that and I thank you for your concern, but I can get all my rest at home, in my bed instead of this stale ass hospital bed” I said smirking “ I also can have my own personal Dr. and nurse take care of me 24/7 if I need them. So if you have to airlift me out this bitch I’m going home tonight.”

“Ms. Blake, please think about your health,” the Dr. warned.

“That’s my only concern. Now please go work on my release forms and my medications” I said finally.

He huffed and walked away.

“You’re something else you know that?” Nami said chuckling and running her hand through her curls. Something she did when nervous.

“I know baby, but you love me though. Where’s everybody?” I asked her while looking around the empty room. After all the commotion they all scattered like roaches.

“Autumn went to go sit in the car with Nas and A. After they beat Beau’s ass they were bandaged up then escorted out of the hospital,” she said.

“Beau?” I asked confused. Did I miss something? She throwing names at me like I know people.

“He was in the car that hit you. He’s been sitting in your room since you got out of surgery and when we walked in and saw him too comfy by your side Nasir and A spanked that ass” she said excited. Her bird ass.

“Damn that’s crazy” was all I could come up with. Seeing her so excited about the pain inflicted on him was unsettling. She dead is showing all 32 teeth right now speaking about the ass whoopin’ Nas and A gave the man.

“I’m hungry,” I said completely changing the subject. She went on to say something, but I tuned her out my mind is somewhere else. I don’t want to deal with the bullshit right now, I’m still trying to process bed rest for 3 months what the fuck am I going to do for 3 FUCKING MONTHS! Everything I’ve always done has been on the go now that the option is completely taken from me I’m lost.

“Baby you heard me?” Nami said break me from my thoughts.

“Nah wassup?” I said giving her my attention.

“I said when we get home I can cook a nice meal for all of us and we can all just get some sleep” she suggested.

“Sounds good baby, I’m gonna call you Nurse Nami from now on” I said as she giggled and leaned over to kiss me. Her soft lips melted into mine and I felt a sense of relief wash over her.

“What am I gonna do with you?” she said using her finger to trace my bottom lip.

“We’re gonna be okay,” I said with certainty as I heard the door opening. I could tell it was something she need to hear.

“I’ve got your release forms and your prescriptions” my Dr. came in saying.

“Don’t you move fast?” I said excitedly as I looked at the forms in his hand.

Beau

Mount Sinai

10 a.m.

“You sure this the room bruh?” Jay asked as he wheeled me into Dutchess’ room. This wheelchair shit is not where it’s at, but if I shift my body to much everything hurts then goes completely numb.

“This is 432 right?” I asked Boogz making sure we’re in the right room. Cause apparently he be forgetting shit easily nowadays.

He went to the door and checked, “yeah this is, but this shit has been wiped clean. The bedding hasn’t even been touched,” Boogz pointed out as he walked over to inspect the fresh bedding. The room looked like it had been wiped clean, no traces of anyone having been here.

“I’m not buggin’ she was here, maybe they moved her to another room after the fight. Come on let’s go check a few rooms,” I suggested.

She had to be here it’s not like she can up and walk outta here. We scanned all the rooms on her floor until we came across her Dr.

“Well look who’s still meddling around” her Dr. mocked as he walked up to me, someone’s salty.

“I could have lost my job for that little stunt you pulled,” he said. To be honest I don’t like his tone or attitude he lucky I’m in this chair right now.

“Fuck all that, where’d you move her to?” I asked him ignoring the bullshit he was talkin’.

He scoffed, “she was released.”

“So soon?” I asked confused.

“Yep she asked to be released to her private Md. so I granted her wishes,” he stated, before walking in the opposite direction ending the conversation.

Wow she wasted no time.

“Damn, shorty got the fuck outta here quick for someone with two bad legs,” Jay said aloud, reading my mind.

“How are we supposed to find her now?” Boogz asked me while scratching his head.

Damn I didn't expect her to get up outta here so soon, I hoped that I'd at least get her phone number or shit an e-mail address, at this point a nigga is desperate. I can't just let her go that easily. Hanging my head and trying to think of ways I could possibly find her, I'm coming up blank.

"Maybe it's for the best," Boogz blurted out while still scratching the back of his head.

I furrowed my eyebrows confused when I looked at him, "what you mean?"

"I mean now that's she's gone maybe it's for the best that she's out of our lives for good. Now we don't owe her anything, she dropped all charges against us so legally we're free to move on with our lives," he looked at me with all seriousness in his eyes.

"You disgust me, get the fuck outta my face with that bullshit. I can't even believe that just came out your mouth!" I barked at him from my chair making everyone turn around and stare. But to be honest no fucks are given after the bullshit he just said.

"Yo I'm gonna give you a pass and blame it on the amnesia homie because the Riley I know would never say no fuck shit like that" Jay said backing me up and trying to diffuse the situation before it got ugly.

Him throwing out govs which meant shit was serious. Jay's the peacemaker between between Boogz and I, it's been that way for years. Because Boogz is the youngest the nigga can be impulsive and reckless, Jay has always been the one to catch him before shit got too out of hand.

"This is shit YOU caused, NOBODY would have been here if YOU didn't put us here don't forget that shit when you wanna be so quick to run from the consequences of your actions," I quickly reminded him. This nigga must be stupid if he thinks we're giving up that easy on finding Dutchess.

"You right my fault, I'm trippin'" Boogz said nooding his head, but I could tell there was more h wanted to say. I'll drop it for now cause if the nigga says some slick shit I'm gonna bust a stitch and proceed to lay hands on him.

Looking around the room everyone has went back to minding their own business except for one nurse. And as my luck would have it she was the one who came around and checked Dutchess' charts periodically.

“Jay don’t make it hot, but that nurse behind you. The thick one ” I said to him making him turn his attention on her. She been eyeing Jay since we got on this floor, but unlike Jay she had tact about scoppin'.

“Damn that bitch is badder that a 2 year old,” Jay said a little to loud because she shook her head and rolled her eyes at Jay in particular as she made her way towards the elevator. I swear I can’t take his black ass nowhere.

I sucked my teeth and continued; “nigga she was Dutchess’ nurse and the only one that might be able to get any contact info for her. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Nigga, shush!” he said like somebody’s old country grandma, I’m trying so hard to keep from laughing at how serious he got.

Let me work,” he said waving me off then damn near sprinting to catch up with her as she walked into the elevator.

Boogz and I both had to bust out laughing as we watched the door close behind them. “He wasn’t even low” Boogz said in between laughs.

"Yeah whatever nigga," I said to myself something is off about this nigga Boogz and I need to know what before I can laugh and break bread with him again.

Ch. 3 Pt. 2| Disrespectful Compliance