I Slick Have An Attitude About The Last Chap. Who In The Fuck Does Nami Think She Is Being Foul Like

Beau

Cheri’s House

8:14 p.m.

I’ve never had someone look at me with so much hatred and malice before until I met this man who I now know to be Nasir. And it’s crazy because it’s misguided hatred; I wasn’t the one driving the car nor was I the one to give Riley the alcohol. He’s ready to go...

Lordt 😩

Ch. 1| Nigga Who You?

Nami

Mount Sinai Hospital

 6:20 a.m.

“Miss please, slow down” I heard the nurse frantically saying behind me as she hustled to keep up with me, but she could miss me with that. All I needed to know was where my baby was I didn’t need her assistance in finding her.

“429…” I mumbled to myself as I power walked past other rooms trying to get to the one Dutch was in.

“430…”

“432!” I finally reached it, but I couldn’t bring myself to go in. My emotions got the best of me; I was just on the phone with her. My night wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. I was supposed to cuddled up with my baby watching Sophia shade Blanche for filth while feeding my baby cheesecake. Maybe pass a blunt or two just between us. Instead I’m trying to wrap my mind around how Dutch just got out of surgery and now has two broken legs and four broken ribs. Her doctor said her surgery was a success, but she barely escaped the grips of death. Wearing her helmet, kneepads and arms guards helped more than he could express. He said she’s sleeping and could be out for hours or days only time could tell me when her healing process actually begins.

“Are you going to go in?” The nurse asked curtly with an attitude from behind me still trying to catch her breath.

“Bitch don’t you have some patients to tend to? Fuck you all in mines fuh?” I snapped back.

She rolled her eyes and mumbled something to herself as she walked away. Any other time I wouldn’t hesitate to buss a hospital tray over her head, but I had more pressing matters to deal with. That ass whoopin’ would have to wait. I took a deep breath and walked in. I saw other figures in the room, but my focused zeroed in on Dutch in the middle of the room on the hospital bed.  I pushed past the figure on her right and delicately touched her cut and bruised face. I didn’t want to cry because I wasn’t alone, but seeing something of mine look so frail and broken tore me to my soul. My grief is mine and mine alone so shedding tears with others around wasn’t an option. Her smooth chocolate skin now scraped and the stitches on her eyebrow made me angry. I couldn’t see her lower half because she was tucked so neatly in the bed, but I don’t think I’m ready to face that just now. 

I finally looked up and saw two detectives looking at me with eyes full of concern and inquiry. I could tell they were detectives by the suits they wore, no need for a badge to be flashed a man’s suit says a lot about his character. The other man in the room had a caramel complexion and a few bruises and scratches on his face. He looked at me with so much guilt and regret, I could tell he wanted badly to avert his eyes from my stare, but he didn’t dare. I instantly had a gut feeling that he had something to do with this.

“Excuse me ma’am, but what’s your relationship to the victim?” One of the detectives asked.

“Out of respect for the “victim”,” I said in air quotes mocking him “why don’t you step out and not return until she’s awake.” I said dismissing him and his question, turning my attention back to the man in the room.

Taken aback by my straight forwardness, him and his partner walked away with their tails between their legs back out the door from which they came.

I had so many questions to ask him, but I couldn’t think of the first.

“How did this happen?” I finally asked breaking the awkward silence.

He took a deep breath and his deep voice broke as he started to talk. He stopped and looked at the ceiling as he tried to compose himself.

“I let my mans Riley drive my new whip and shit got outta hand” he began “he was drinking before we linked up. Had I known he was drinking prior to him getting behind the wheel of my shit I would have never allowed it. He’s been going through shit lately, but to be honest I didn’t think it was deep enough for his to keep a bottle on him and try to sip even when behind the wheel. He had no regard for my life or his, I’ve never seen a look like that in his eyes before.” He stopped and looked at me he was truly perplexed about what occurred tonight.

I took in what he said and my blood began to boil “What’s your name?” I spat with venom. It as if he was trying to shift blame to his mans without accepting responsibilities for his wrong doings in the situation. It ain’t hard to tell when somebody’s been drinking, why would you even put yourself in that predicament. Something in the water ain’t clean I just didn’t have all the facts yet. 

He instantly felt the mood shift “Beau Wade” he said, his voice with much more strength than it had before.

“Well Beau I don’t like you and you better hope Dutch fully recovers from this if not I got a bullet for you and I got one for your mans too.” I said calmly and coolly looking in square in the eyes. I’m deadass. I needed him to know where I stood from the beginning we will never be cool and could never become friends. He’s irresponsible and dingy as hell. I could never see myself forgiving him for not only putting Dutchess’ life in the cross hairs of death, but his own and the driver. 

He looked at me and smirked like he knew something that I didn’t and it irked me. Just as I was about to swing on his butter pecan lookin’ ass for being a smartass the Dr. walked in.

“Hi, I was just coming in to check on Ms. Blake’s vitals and see how she’s adjusting.” He came in walking around me checking her all beeping machines, seeing her with a tube in her mouth crushed me and reinforced the hate that I felt for this man sitting inches from me. Aside from the few scratches and bruises on him he looked perfectly fine nothing a little ice couldn’t fix, he had some dried blood on his shirt from his wounds, but a fresh t-shirt could fix that too. Here he was sitting up and breathing perfectly fine while my baby is laid up in that bed helpless. As bad as I wanted to swing on his toffee colored ass I had to be strong and keep my composure for Dutch. I’ll have plenty of time to beat that ass, he ain’t going nowhere I reminded myself with certainty.

“I’m going to go down and grab some coffee,” I said aloud not particularly to anyone just to let them know I’ll be back in no time so don’t try no funny shit.

“And you,” I turned back directing my attention back to Beau, fuck kind of name is Beau anyway I thought to myself “don’t even think about going anywhere” I said sternly.

He surprised me when replied back, “I don’t plan on leaving her side,” he said while looking back at Dutchess, resting so peacefully in the bed next to him. I saw regret and longing in his eyes when he looked at her. When said he wasn’t leaving her side he meant just that. The way he said it didn’t sit well with me but I shook it off and proceeded to head out to Dunkin Donuts down the block.

As soon as I made my way downstairs I reached in my purse and took out my phone, lighter and pre-rolled joint. I unlocked my phone and searched for Autumn’s number as I lit my joint and proceeded to walk to the store.

After three rings she finally answered “Yo” she said groggily “we making drops earlier today?” she said already in work mode, I could hear her shuffling on the other end which meant she was ready to hop out the bed and go if need be. That made me smile; my team was always bout getting to that paper.

“No” I said taking a long drag from my joint letting it hit me. God knows I need to feel something because since I’ve seen Dutch lying motionless in that stale ass hospital bed I’ve been void of all emotions except anger and blind rage.

“Dutch got hit by a drunk driver last night, she’s at Mount Sinai” I said venom lacing my voice thinking about her being there. 

“Oh my god! I’m on my way,” she said frantically.

“Aight ma, I’ll be waiting out in front for you,” I told her as I hung up and finished my J stepping on the clip with my timb just as I walked up to Dunkin Donuts. Now I’m high and hungry as fuck, bout to get one of everything on the menu like a true fat nigga would.

  Beau

4:45 a.m.

My eyes fluttered open and I slowly took in my surroundings, the piercingly bright lights, pristine white walls and the constant bustle just outside the oak door confirmed my suspicion. I’m in the hospital, last night really did happen. As bad as I wanted this to be a bad dream this shit was real I’m still dumbfounded as to how it even happened in the first place.

“Oh good your awake” the Dr. said as he walked into my room.

“How long have I been out?” I asked groggily my voice coming out more hoarse than I expected.

“Not long and lucky for you have minor injuries just some scrapes and bruises that’ll be gone in weeks to come you can, whenever you get your things in order I have the forms here for you to sign so you can checkout” he said.

“Cool cool, how’s Riley?” I blurted out anxiously.

“He’s got a broken arm and a few scratches, but he’ll make a full recovery. He’s currently sleeping off the alcohol in his system, but when he wakes you can head down the hall to see him.” He turned to walk out, but turned back and looked at me with an unreadable face. I instantly thought back to the night events and it hit me. I closed my eyes and asked, “Did he hit something?”

“Someone, he hit someone. A young woman” He said solemnly.

My heart sank not only did Boogz’s reckless ass put my life and his in danger, but he put an innocent life in the mix. “Is she…?” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence. If she was dead I couldn’t live with myself. How could I let this shit get so out of hand? I mentally kicked myself.

“No, by the grace of God she pulled through her surgery and it looks as if she’ll make a full recovery,” his voice began to trail “but at the current moment she is suffering from two broken legs and four broken ribs.”

 I cringed as he finished telling me the extent of her injuries, shorty was fucked up and the fact that I was partly to blame for it, it ate at me slowly.

“Can I see her?” I asked with urgency.

“I’m not allowed to release her information to you,” he huffed; fuck all that he was giving up that info.

“I didn’t ask you all that, can I see her now, please.” I said with assertiveness. I wasn’t taking no for any answer and he could tell by my tone that my mind was set on seeing her. He could help me or I could tear this bitch a part brick by brick until I find her. I don’t have time for his bullshit ethics or politics I had to see her and he was going to take me me. From the time he told me she existed I was drawn to her.

He let out an exasperated sigh “Let’s go.”

___

“Just be quiet she’s sleeping and needs as much rest as possible” he said smugly before nodding me in the direction of her room and continuing on to the rest of his shift. I heeded his words as I slowly made my way.

My eyes were met with the sight of a fairly slim, brown skin woman with monitors beeping around her and the loud sound of her breathing with the respirator tube. I instantly felt like the shit I am for helping her get there.

“I’m so sorry” I whispered to her as I made my way closer to her side. Even with the minor scrapes on her face she was flawless. I mean drop dead gorgeous and it made me a little uncomfortable. Why is she so damn pretty though? Her layered hair fanned out around her, some of it framing her face while other waves flowed out on her pillow. Her skin had a glow to it even with the given circumstance. I wanted to badly touch her bruised bottom lip and make it disappear, her lips are too juicy to have a flaw on them.  I don’t know what brought it about, but I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down and touching her face. I used my thumb to lightly trace her bottom lip and some of the scratches on her face.

“You might not be able to hear me, but in the event you can just know I’m not going anywhere.  I promise you that I’ll be with you every step of this recovery process. Riley and I both, I’ll be there when you hate me, when you don’t like me, and when you don’t want to even look at me I'll still be here. I can’t allow myself to allow you to go through this without me. When times get to an all time low, I’ll be there.” I said while absentmindedly stroking her cheek. I felt her stir under my touch and instantly drew my hand back hoping she would wake up, but to no avail.

Instead I pulled up the seat next to her and held her hand. I began talking to her; it was like I had word vomit and talking to her was the only medication I could take to cure it, even if the conversation was one sided at the moment.

I heard a knock on the door indicating our little heart to heart moment was over. More like our heart to heart hour and a half. Somehow I knew we wouldn’t have many more moments alone anytime soon especially since one of the nurses said she got in contact with someone from Dutchess’ family.

  Autumn 

7:00 a.m.

I had no time to think or process what I had been told by Nami. How could this happen? Rolling out of bed hustling to the bathroom with my phone still in hand. I told Siri to call Nas while I started brushing my teeth, but he sent me straight to voicemail. Now was not the time for this nigga to want to act up. I knew he wasn’t a morning person, but fuck all that I dialed him again.

“Fuck you calling me so early fuh?” He said answering the phone in a huff on the second ring, his country twang mixed with sleep and animosity made me chuckle.

“Fuck is so funny?” he said getting agitated “You called me to play games or you calling me bout a job?” He said turning his attention straight to business.

“No I’m calling you to tell you that I’ll be outside in 10 mins we’re going to the hospital,” I said as calmly as I could, but internally my nerves are all over the place.

“The hospital?” He spoke confused.

“Yeah, Dutch got hit by a drunk driver last night and shit is bad. Nami is already there, she sounds hella stressed son.” I said cutting him off.

“Say no more imma tell this nigga A to meet me at the crib and we’ll all go together” he said breathlessly, I could hear him already hopping out of bed.

“Bet” I said hanging up the phone as I ran through my room like a tornado grabbing everything I needed and shoving it into my bag. I have not a clue as to how long we’ll be at the hospital so I had to be prepared. I grabbed a blunt from my top drawer and put it in my mouth as I grabbed my bag, shut off the light and headed downstairs. Normally I’d just hop on my bike, but with everything going on I felt that taking out one of my whips was necessary.

After choosing one I hopped in and peeled out of my garage to pick up Nas and A.

___

 “We got here as soon as we could Nami,” I said as we approached her while she was fucking her bacon, egg and cheese up. High ass nigga.

“Damn fat nigga you gon’ share some or you just gon’ stuff your face?” Nas asked while reaching for her bag of food being the greedy nigga he is.

Instead of arguing with him or snapping at him Nami surprised us all by allowing him access to her food. Nami didn’t play around with her food so the fact that she didn’t black on him for even making an attempt at her food meant that shit was intense.

All she did was grab her cup of coffee since Nas’ greedy ass passed the rest of the food to Aaron and turned inside the hospital leading the way to Dutch. Any other time Nami would have cussed me out and called me every name in the book for telling Nas and telling him to come with me, but I didn’t know whom else to call. The two of them can fight like cats and dogs, I’ve even seen them go blow for blow on a few occasions, but for the life of me I couldn’t put my finger on what brought about the anger between them. He and Aaron really care about Dutch and wouldn’t wish any harm to come to her not to mention we’ve all worked side by side for the past 4 years how could I not tell them?

“How bad is it?” Aaron asked Nami while stuffing his mouth full of her sausage, egg white and cheese flatbread as the elevator dinged signaling that we had reached our destination.

“4 broken ribs and two broken legs” she sighed as I gasped.

“So that means she can’t ride any more?” Nas asked thoroughly concerned while wiping crumbs away from his mouth. This shit can’t be happening.

Nami looked at the floor fighting tears as she nodded her head. I instantly put my arms around her as she continued to lead the way. “Looks that way,” she finally said.

“Don’t let this get you down Nami we’re here and we’re going get through this together,” Aaron said with so much compassion and assurance, but I could see the fire in his eyes clear as day. He was pissed. Shit I would be too; Dutchess is his best worker even though she didn’t really work for him. Neither did we, we had a mutually beneficial understanding. He and Dutch came up with the idea to have a delivery service, anything someone needs delivered we do just that. 

On a strictly confidential basis no one actually knows what they’re delivering until you get it from the client. From that point the anonymity of what’s in the package stays between the client and the deliverer. I know I’ve personally delivered damn near everything from narcotics to precious gems to top of the line sports car.  So I can only image the type of shit Dutch delivers because she’s the best at what she does. People will pay top dollar to have their shit delivered and if it’s done properly in a discreet manner you can guarantee they’ll keep coming back. Our circle is tight, but it’s for the best, bread can only be broken so many ways.

Walking into Dutch’s room I saw a light skinned man sitting by the side of her bed holding her hand completely oblivious to our presence in the room. All his attention was focused on Dutch as he ran him thumb over the back of her hand with care.

“Nigga who you?” Nas said being the rude nigga that he is finally letting our presence be known, but asking what we all wanted to know. His head snapped in our direction, but the hold he had on Dutch’s hand didn’t slack nor did the stroking of his thumb against the back of her hand.  

“Oh that’s Beau” Nami said emphasizing his name chuckling bitterly as she sipped from the cup of coffee in her hand before he could open his mouth “he was in the car that hit Dutch.” The air in the room instantly got thick and all eyes were fixed on him. I knew shit was about to hit the fan.

A month?! Nami ain't been around for a month?! She practically put Dutch in Nas' arms! Is she and Aaron still messing around? Did Gabby leave him yet? Why didn't they put two and two together before? There isn't about to be a dinner, unless Dutch and Cheri get Nas to cool it before he whoops ass. Those chances seem slim. Great chapter, can't wait for the next part!

Yes, her triflin’ ass did leave her there for a month.

Chile, Nami got big fish to fry at this point. Not only is Nas pushing up on Dutch heavy, but Beau is officially back in the picture and his ass isn’t going anywhere. Yes, her and Aaron are messing around. Aaron is basically the reason she’s abandoned Dutch, but more on that next two chapters. Nami and Aaron’s situation will be very clear shit damn near crystal. I can’t tell you if Gabby divorced him yet, but she isn’t with him.

You know Nas ain’t got no sense lol that boy is ready to fight whenever, where ever. But what Nas needs to realize is that he’s underestimating who Beau is. He doesn’t know shit about that man and just cause him and Aaron jumped him once doesn’t mean that shit is gonna fly again. He better stop sleeping on him. Thanks for the feedback love!

Damn... Pity isn't what Dutch wants but I feel for her. Aaron and Nami really ain't shit. I agree, it wasn't Cheri's place to tell her, but with Nami not coming around and basically dropping Dutch she should have told her. Ooo Nas gettin somewhere but i hope it just wasn't because she was out of it. That'll confuse Nas. Great chapter! :)

Aaron and Nami were and continue to play a dirty game. It was only a matter of time before somebody got hurt, it sucks that it had to be the innocent party in the mix. I guess Cheri felt like she was doing the right thing, but I agree especially since Nami is now pregnant. That alone completely took the situation to another level She could have at least dropped Dutch a hint or some clues, shit some Scooby snacks! Something to let her know that something is up.

Nas and Dutch are.....yeah lol. Thanks love!

I'm loving this already. Beau seems sincere but in a weird way, like he has some ulterior motive lol. Nami has a lot of heart to deal with that BS though. I love your approach to the story. Keep it up!

I hope you love it as much as I love yours cause YG is my nigga, my nigga. Beau really does mean well and does want to help Dutch, but I'd be lying if I told you he didn't have some shit up his sleeve. Nami is a lil thug I hope she stays strong though because she definitely has some BS to deal with. 

This is definitely enough reason to follow @NikkiBeharie!

Ch. 5 Pt. 2 | Damn, It's Like That?

Beau

Cheri’s House

8:14 p.m.

I’ve never had someone look at me with so much hatred and malice before until I met this man who I now know to be Nasir. And it’s crazy because it’s misguided hatred; I wasn’t the one driving the car nor was I the one to give Riley the alcohol. He’s ready to go to war with the wrong one.

 I watched his every move, mannerism and gesture, as he got ready to charge at me. This nigga got me fucked up, I didn’t earn my Golden Gloves and spend countless hours training to get my ass whooped by some cornball ass nigga. He thought he was big jumping me at the hospital, but fuck it we can get even now.

 Before either of us could swing I heard her voice firmly speak up,

“Yo I swear to God if either one of y’all swing I’m bodying both of y’all and ya mans too,” she said coldly and calmly making everybody stop dead in their tracks.She had our undivided attention and she didn’t have to raise her voice or make a scene to get it.

 Hearing her thick Brooklyn accent flow effortlessly along with the bass added in her voice had me ready to get her up out that chair.

A woman that isn’t afraid to speak up when need be is sexy and by the look radiating in eyes she knew the power she had.

“You have no plausible reason to want to scrap with him other than being in your feelings?” she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I analyzed her every move and mentally stored away everything she said.

“You serious right na?!” Nas growled at her.

He was literally fuming, “This nigga took so much from you, from everyone around you and I’m not bout to have him up in my house, eating my shit up and his mans damn sure ain’t bout to be fucking with my sister,” he spat.

 She stared at him for a good two minutes before she did the last thing any of us expected her to do. She laughed, laughed right in his face. She laughed so hard her side hurt and tears came to her eyes.

“Fuck is so funny Dutch!” he said genuinely upset I could even see a hit on the hurt written on his face.

She wiped her eyes, “You, because clearly you have lost your cotton picking ass mind if you think you’re gonna stand here and tell me what has been taken from me,” she growled.

“You damn right something was taken from me, but he wasn’t necessarily the one who took it. You’re stupid ass can’t even get the full story because you’re so blinded by anger that you can’t even see who’s really at fault,” she giving Riley her full attention.

 Her glare was so intense he immediately dropped his eyes from contact. He looked like a scared child being put on trial. Unfortunately for him, Dutchess was the only judge and jury for his case.

“I’m well aware of what was taken from me and no mothafucka in this room can tell me otherwise. I need to know why it was taken and there are only two people in this room that can give me those answers. I’ll be damned if you lose your black ass mind and end up doing something stupid, yet” she added with a beautiful, mischievous smile. Her filthy mouth turned me on; baby girl could cuss like a sailor and still be sexy.

 “Do you know what it’s like to have the one you love act like you don’t exist?!” she continued her rant.

 “Huh?! Got mothafuckas looking at me like I’m a fucking leper or some cripple! Gotta fucking rely on you to do simple shit for me like wash my ass?! Do you have any idea how fucking embarrassing that shit is?

Never in my life have I ever needed to rely on anything or anyone and now look at me!” she barked dejected and hurt.

“Now get your shit together AK and Autumn are going to be here any minute, I don’t need both of y’all acting like y’all have no sense,” she said somewhat dismissing him. He looked at her like she was crazy.

 He wanted to fuck her up so bad, I could see it, she could see it, but what I didn’t see was fear. His body language was telling us that he wanted to rip her apart piece-by-piece by her eyes read “Nigga please try it”. She wasn’t backing down from his hard stare.

 “Whateva man,” he huffed out salty as fuck and went into another room slamming the door shut. So hard that the doorframe rattled making Cheri jump.

 I watched her let out a deep breath, probably one she had been holding for sometime. She looked down before raising her head and shot me a beautiful apologetic smile.

 I was taken back by everything that transpired and this woman before me, I never expected her to hold me down and fully understand that I wasn’t responsible for putting the wheelchair, but seeing her genuinely smile meant everything to me. I couldn’t ask for more.

 She didn’t have to say anything more to me because I knew from then that she somewhat understood my position. I couldn’t help but return my own toothy grin.

 “I’m gonna go check on him, Dutch you okay out here for a sec?” Cheri asked flustered as she walked towards his room. I feel like shit for ruining her dinner before it even got started.

 “Yeah, I’ll be fine” she said never taking her eyes off Riley.

 Since we got here for some reason she hasn’t taken her eyes off him. It’s like she instantly knew he was the driver and once it was confirmed she locked on to her target. He was prey and she was prepared to feed. It was a little unsettling.

 She studied his movements and seemed to enjoy watching him falter under her microscope. 

“So how’s the recovery process?” Jay asked Dutchess trying to make small talk to lighten the mood.

 “I’m curious what were you drinking that night?” she kept her focus on Riley completely disregarding Jay’s question and his presence.

 “Damn, coldblooded," I heard him mumble and I shook my head, chuckling. Dutchess has made it very clear that she had no problems holding her own.

 “151 and Henny,” Riley said bluntly, coldly even. I could tell all the attention on him had him edge. He had a bad habit of getting out of pocket and saying slick shit, but I can tell he’s met his match with Dutch.

 She solemnly nodded her head letting what he said register in her mind. She wanted answers and I can tell we’re not leaving until she gets them.

 “Was it worth it?” she asked Riley.

 He scrunched up his face perplexed, “What?”

“You ruined my fucking life you little piece of shit! You damn near took everything from me, but couldn’t take my life! You’re selfish as fuck and karma is a bitch. Not only did you put my life in the crosshairs of death, but you put two other lives in danger being a bitch,” she barked at him only for him to cower away.

“I honestly hope and pray to God that you get everything coming to your punk ass because I don’t believe that you genuinely had a reason to be so careless with our lives,” she pointed to herself and me.

 “I think that you’re selfish, narcissistic asshole who needs to learn the value of life and it’s true meaning because you’re a lost soul.

 So when I asked you if it was worth it? And you had that dumb ass look on your face you gave me all the confirmation I needed. I hope you rot,” she said harshly and blunt shocking us all.

Before he could respond she rolled herself into the kitchen leaving us to consume her words and commit them to memory. 

 Dutch

At the dinner table

9:00 p.m.

By the time AK, Autumn and Cheri’s homegirl, Lauryn arrived Nas dragged his sorry out his room, but he has yet to look my way or address me and to be honest I’m glad he hasn’t I don’t have the time or energy to put up with his piss ass attitude. I completely understand the concern he’s feeling. Shit I’m scared too.

Riley excused himself after I ripped him a new asshole, he called himself a cab and dipped out before we even had a chance to say grace. But I can guarantee we’ll cross paths again.

 What if he has no plausible explanation though? What if he was just driving drunk for the thrill and I just happened to get hit because of his careless and self-centered nature?

 “Ayo Dutch you heard me?” I heard AK ask me snapping me from my thoughts.

 “Nah I didn’t actually, wassup?” I said nodding my head at Nas indicating that he had put enough food on my plate and I was good. As much as I can’t stand him he did his thing with these oxtails, would have thought his country bumpkin ass was West Indian or some shit. 

“I asked if you seen Nami lately?” he asked curiously and my body tensed up. Just hearing her name brought butterflies to my stomach and my head began to swirl. And effect only she seemed to have.

“Nope, she was over earlier this week to drop off some clothes and hygiene supplies, but other than that no. She said that Aaron has been asking her to make runs at crazy hours so she hasn’t really had much time for herself,” I said as I spooned some rice into my mouth.

I heard Cheri’s friend scoff before shoveling an oxtail in her mouth, “Lauryn, right?” I said catching onto her shady antics.

 “Yeah,” she said plastering a fake ass smile on her face.

 “You seem like you have something to say or have a lot on your mind, do you know Nami?” I asked giving her my full attention. I could feel Nas’ stare damn near burning a hole into the side of my face.

 Beau and Jay look confused as hell. Cheri on the other hand she looked pissed, like her friend spilled the beans and shit was about to hit the fan.

“Nah I don’t know her personally, but I met her when she came into the hospital two weeks ago,” she said matter of factly. She knew she hit a nerve.

Why would she be in the hospital, is she okay? Did something happen? My mind was on a thousand, Nami wouldn’t keep something like that from me, but it seems like I don’t know her anymore.

“Hospital? Why would she be there?” I said trying to down play my curiosity.

“Lauryn can I uh, talk to you in the kitchen real quick?” Cheri interjected before she could respond. I could tell whatever it was Cheri knew and had known for two weeks now.

“Nah fuck that one of y’all better start fucking talking I know that much,” I threatened as I threw my napkin on my plate. My appetite now gone.

 Cheri looked at me with eyes full of pity and regret. Lauryn just looked confused and spaced out.

 “She came in for a pregnancy test. She should be about…14 weeks now,” Lauryn said as she counted the weeks on her fingers making sure she was accurate.

 That shit literally took all the wind out of my sail. Pregnant? Nah it can’t be, not my baby. Having a baby? Damn, it’s like that?

 “Dutch….Dutch…DUTCHESS!” Cheri said snapping her fingers in my face.

“Don’t say nothing to me,” I barked at her.

 My face instantly became to sour, when I realized she knew all this time and had me looking like a fucking fool. “You knew didn’t you?”

 She sighed and nodded her head, “Fuck you Cheri, that’s messed up all this time you knew she was playing me, but you just let me go looking for love in the wrong fucking places. That’s foul son.”

“Dutch I don’t think now is the time to discuss this, I really didn’t want you to find out this way. I wanted Nami to be the one to tell you her dirty secret. It wasn’t my place or anyone else’s for that matter,” she pleaded looking around at everyone at the table mugging Lauryn.

"I didn't want to be the one to hurt you."

When I looked around everyone’s face read concern. But fuck that I don’t need their concern. As right as she was forgiveness wasn’t something I could give her.

 “Yeah, well you succeeded. Like I said, Fuck you Cheri,” I coldly spat before rolling myself away from the table my mind full of emotions and my chest tight from the pain I felt

Nasir

10:45 p.m.

I can’t front both those niggas Beau and Jay ain’t too bad, I admit it I prejudged them.

 But their mans though once I see him it’s on sight. Now that they both clarified what happened and the fact that Beau just happened to be in the wrong car at the wrong time I kinda feel like shit for jumping the nigga.

“Damn son, Cheri dropped a bomb my nigga,” AK said taking a long drag from the blunt. After those niggas and Cheri’s bumb ass friend left we decided to roll up. Autumn caught the itis and fell asleep in the room Cheri’s room.

 She felt like shit keeping that secret so she decided to go spend a night at her nigga house for the night. Talkin’ bout she can’t face Dutch, but she could face her when she knew that foul ass secret. Fuck outta hea’ man.

 “I know nigga and something is telling me that it’s that nigga A’s baby,” I said taking the blunt from him and letting all of the interactions between A and Nami replay in my mind.

 I knew the nigga was foul, but I also know he got a wife and kids at home. I never thought he would get himself caught up like that. I also know in my heart that Nami is a trick ass bitch, but I put my feelings to the side for Dutch’s sake.

 All bets are off na.

 Dutch has always looked out for him and held him down; they have literally made millions together over the years. Why fuck up your business relations and money over some pussy?

 This shit is low and dumb even for his greedy ass. I know Dutch is going to get money regardless because she’s been in the business longer and has more connects. Why cut off the hand that helps feed you and your family?

 “Why you say that son?” AK asked sparking up another blunt, I chuckled because we haven’t even finished the one in rotation.

 “About a month ago, just after the accident we were at Dutch’s crib Nami ran out saying she had to make a run, but it didn’t make sense. Your girl just got in car accident and is hella fucked up yet you’re finding a way to make runs instead of being by her side?” I stated as I went through my mental rolodex.

“Yeah my nigga, but that don’t mean it’s A’s though?”

“But check it that night I brought Dutch to the crib on our way to the car I pepped Nami hopping out of a black truck, Aaron’s truck. When I honked the horn at her she was shook. Ain’t nobody out at those hours unless they hoein’ or partyin’,” I told him and he threw his head back laughing.

“You a fool man, but yo I’m about to go carry Autumn’s greedy ass home, but we should link up with that nigga A and get his side of the story,” he said and I nodded my head.

“Iigh bet, but if the nigga gets outta pocket I’m hooking his shit,” I told him with no remorse him heart.

 If it is his baby than he’s flaw as fuck and I have no business breaking bread with a greasy nigga like dat.

 __

“Bae?” I said cautiously walking into my room.

After our blow up earlier and then the bomb dropped on her I was a little uneasy going into the situation.

 When she didn’t respond I peeped her sitting in her chair staring out at the city below, spaced out. She looked so defeated when my eyes met hers, my heart damn near shattered into a billion pieces. She looked worn and disheveled.

 Her beautiful brown skin stained with dry tears,

 Her nose rosy red,

 Those light brown orbs that I’ve grown to love staring into, normally so full of life are now dull, dark and lifeless. They looked like dark empty pits void and incapable of feeling and it scared me.

“Hey, “ she said weakly before dropping her head in shame.

I was by her side in an instant; I didn’t care about our blow up earlier or Nami’s foul ass. She couldn't handle a woman like Dutch anyway. My baby needed me and that’s all that matters at this point.

 I didn’t know what to say or what I could do to pacify the situation because there was no way that I could possibly rectify it at this point. The damage was already done.

“Baby you wanna take a bath? The cuddle up for some good sleep,” I asked as I stroked her cheek with my thumb.

 She swiftly nodded her head never bringing her eyes up to meet mine; I scooped her up and held her close. The connection was what she needed because her body instantly melted into mine nuzzling her face into my neck.

 I sat her in her chair; we kept a chair in the tub just to make her shower process easier. I even had my plumber come by and install a special shower head just for her to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

 I helped her slip out her clothes and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom. I lifted her so she could ease out of her thong before gingerly sitting her back down.

“Your ribs are healing nicely,” I commented as I carefully removed the bandage from around her torso examining the skin before lightly kissing the area making her jump then sigh.

She just nodded her head not bothering to look at me as she toyed with her fingernails, something she did when nervous.

I put on Pandora to lighten the mood a bit, I could tell that her mind was going into overdrive right na and I just wanted to soothe her in an any way.

I wet her body from her head down and her body instantly began to relax as she let out a ragged sigh.

I massaged shampoo into her scalp taking my time to really let my fingers go to work. I wanted to tonight to really be about her and put her body at ease. If I could absorb any of her pain or heartache I’d gladly take it.

“You want to talk about it?” I cautiously asked her.

“Not yet, I haven’t processed it all myself. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about it,” she said finally making eye contact. I could see the torment in her eyes and I felt something I can’t explain.

I nodded my head, continuing my ministrations on her scalp as I began to rinse the shampoo from her hair watching it run down her back. She tilted her head back with her eyes closed to assist me.

I brought the shower head and began to wet the rest of her body. I watched the water splash and pool around her plump thighs and felt my dick twitch. Nami really had to be bat shit crazy to let such a beautiful specimen go.

It was like God himself took the sweetest, richest chocolate he could find and carefully wrapped her body in it. He really took his time with her, I couldn’t see a flaw on her body. Everything about her sat just right, how could someone in their right mind let this go?

“Let me make you feel better for a little while.”

I took a chance and moved the shower head directly between her thighs. Her eyes shot open and her hand moved on top of mine. Once I felt the warmth between her thighs there was no way I was moving my hand, my body wouldn’t allow it. It was almost intoxicating.

 “Naaass” her breath came out ragged and choppy as I started moving the shower head in a slow circular motion making sure the water flow was in direct contact with her clit at all times.

“Talk ta me, wassup babe?” I asked her, my eyes glued to her body watching  everything it was telling me do.

 “Shiiit” she gripped my hand like a vice. I saw lust, confusion and apprehension in her eyes as shit bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her voice.

“Tell me what you want,” I needed to hear her.

 As soon as my lips came into contact with warm, wet skin her head dropped back and a low, sultry moan involuntarily left her lips. And my dick instantly came to full attention.

I took my time kissing up her shoulder and chest taking the time to kiss in between her chest underneath her soft, plentiful breast before latching my mouth onto her nipple suckling it. You would have thought her breast was giving me some milk.

She gave in and her hand found the back of my head massaging my curls egging me on. I adjusted the shower head increasing the pace of my motions. Her grip of my hair instantly tightened and her moans got deeper when she felt the water flow intensify.

I kissed in between her breast making sure to leave my mark every place my lips met. I latched my lips onto her other nipple and instantly knew this was my favorite. It was a bit smaller than the other and fit perfectly in my mouth.

I let my tongue toy with the tip of her nipple making her squirm. Her legs began to twitch and she tried pulling my hand away.

“That’s that spot?” I asked her making my way up her collarbone. I felt her whole body begin to shake underneath me.

It was like her collarbone and clit were connected. The strong flow pumping out of the shower head and my lips licking off the water on her body became too much.

She caught me completely off guard when I felt her grip my head and bring my face to hers. When her soft, plump lips met mine, my mind went blank and my whole body became numb.

I recuperated and kissed her with all the need and want my body could produce. At this moment I needed her to need me, she matched my fervor and introduced her tongue to my mouth.

“Cum for me,” I said against her lips.

She shook her head no.

I smirked against her lips, “Pleease?” I coaxed letting my raspy voice draw out.

She shook her head no again. Trying to hold out on giving me what I wanted.

“Okay,” I simply said while adjusting the shower head to the highest setting. I pulled the hair at the nape of her neck and began to savor every inch of her mouth.

She was like putty in my hands once her orgasm finally hit her. Her hips began to roll and whine in the same motion of my hand. Her hips and my hand were in perfect synchronization working together to get her body to that peak.

 She tried to pull away, but I held her close feeling her shake and twitch in my arms succumbing to everything I was giving her.

 Once she came down from her high her whole body went limp in my arms, she would have teetered off the chair if my body weren’t here supporting her frame.

“You okay?” I softly asked her as I continued lightly kissing her body making sure that no part of her that I could kiss went unkissed while bringing the showerhead away from her now sensitive area.

She nodded her head then bringing her lips to mine. I don’t think I could ever get tired of this. Her lips fit mine perfectly and her mouth was sweet. A deadly combination, now I don’t think I can stop kissing her.

“Bae…let…me…wash…ya,” I said in between pecks to her lips.

She nodded, but didn’t move away and I laughed.

“I like your lips,” she finally said pulling away to let me continue washing her body.

“Yeah?” I said chuckling, “Well I like you.”

 I told her truthfully looking at her to make sure she heard and understood me clearly.

“Maybe, I like you too” she said shyly looking down, playing with her nails.

I laughed at how cute she could be. One minute she’s ready to box with tha god, the next she’s this shy, innocent beautiful person before me.

 “I can take that,” I said turning off the showerhead and preparing the towel for her.

 Gingerly patting her body dry, apply fresh bandages to her torso then wrapping towel around her head, “You ready?” I asked her before lifting her body into mine carrying into my room.

I felt her soft lips kissing my chest and neck.

Everywhere her lips touched the skin began to tingle it was addicting, exhilarating even.

 I laid her on her side and went to go get her night clothes when she reached to grab my hand, “No, I’m sleeping in just a towel tonight. I don’t feel like wearing clothes.”

 I nodded and kneeled on her side, ”Babe I’mma go hop in tha shower real quick, I know you haven’t been sleeping. Try and get some. I’ll be right back,” I said before kissing her forehead, cheek and finally lingering on her full lips.

"We can figure out everything else in the mornin'."

 “Okay,” she said tirelessly yawning.

Before I could even get out of the room I could hear her light snores behind me and I chuckled to myself as I turned off the light.

I walked into the kitchen to wrap up any leftovers and clear any dishes, but I kept hearing this annoying ass buzzin’ coming from the kitchen table. Dutch’s phone.

 I wasn’t trying to be nosey…okay; yeah I was trying to be nosey. When I saw the name “That Boy,” pop up I got curious. And it wasn’t like I was unlocking her phone because the message popped up clear as day on the screen. So TECHNICALLY this is fair game.

             From That Boy:

Hey, I had no idea tonight was going to turn out how it did. I’m really sorry if I added to any of the stress you’re already feeling. That wasn’t my intention. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at Lotus Blue for lunch tomorrow? Chinese on me =).

-B 

I immediately put two and two together. That little fuck! Just when I thought the lil’ nigga was cool here he go trying to fuck my shit up. Now that I can’t have.

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