Giving Him Something He Can Feel (9 page)

“I have your motherfucking child so either you give me a hundred and fifty dollars in my hand now or you’ve got to give me some dick,” I told him. “Your choice but make it quick.” I started walking towards him and then Chyna ran into the living room to see her daddy. She was all smiles. Alex was too as he held her in his arms.

“So where are you guys headed today?”

“The zoo Daddy, the zoo,” Chyna blurted. She got all excited before Alex said anything. She was talking about how she was gonna feed all the monkeys some bananas.

“Yeah um, look,” he paused. From then I knew it wasn’t going to be good. “See that’s what I came over here to talk to you about.” Oh Lord, here we go again.

“Chyna go put the rest of your toys away while Mommy talks to Daddy, okay baby doll?”

“Ok Mommy.” She ran out quickly to put her toys away. I turned to Alex and said, “What the fuck you mean nigga you have to talk to me? You know I have to go to the club tonight. The rent is due on the first.” I started going in on him. I couldn’t be late anymore or I was getting kicked out. “Now like I suggested earlier, you can give me some money or you can take your daughter with you.” He just looked at me like I was looney but he remained quiet. “Time’s a ticking nigga because I’m losing out on clients and money as we speak,” I said. He finally spoke,

“Look Lola, real talk, some shit went down today. I know you don’t want Chyna to be around me looking like this,” he said pointing to his face. He wanted me to feel sorry for him and I was starting to do just that. “I don’t know where the niggas are that ran up on me. If they do it again I’m not going to have my fucking daughter nowhere around.” I couldn’t say I blamed him on that, plus he was looking a little roughed up.

“So that means I’ll be coming to live with you and your new girlfriend, right?” I could see the curiosity building in his eyes. He stepped closer to me and said, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Yeah don’t think I’m stupid. I know you’ve been seeing some girl named Kandi from the high-class part of town. But I tell you what, that shit stops today. How the fuck do you expect to work our shit out when you fucking with her?” He looked at me once again like I was deranged and said, “Bitch I don’t have time for this shit. I just came to tell you I can’t take Chyna. I’ve got some shit to handle and I don’t need her around for it, period.”

“That’s just like you to come here and tell your daughter that you can’t take her with you. You got her all excited.”

“Yo, watch your mouth girl. If I’m sorry then it’s because I had a seed by a sorry ass excuse of a woman!” He went on, “Let’s not forget that I’m the reason why you have somewhere to live. I put you in this apartment and paid all the bills because of my daughter. But now that I pay you child support I’m not giving your trifling ass shit.”

Before I could squeeze a word in he said, “In case your stinking ass forgot, let me explain our history to you. We fucked a couple times. For the record, I don’t remember busting in you, but you got pregnant. We did a DNA test and I take care of my seed, end of story. So Lola, there is no us.”

I couldn’t believe he would deny us ever having a relationship. I knew more secrets about that guy than anybody did and he wanted to try and front on me. Getting all up in his face, I told him, “What-the-fuck-ever Alex. If that’s how you feel then at least I’m a single woman, while you up there on the Westside fucking a married one.” He pushed me back because I was so close to his face I was damn near spitting on him. “And since I feel a little hostility in that voice of yours, you tell Chyna why she can’t stay with Daddy tonight.”

Next thing I knew, Alex took Chyna outside to talk. Minutes later, my baby came back in the house with tears in her eyes. Damn I hated the way that nigga treated my baby and all because he wanted to go fuck that prissy ass bitch Kandi. I’d had just about enough so I had to think of a way to get rid of that bitch and redeem what was
mine.

Alex

After leaving my baby mama’s crib, I went to scoop Rico. That nigga was dressed in all black with his Glock in his hand. He had a brave heart but the nigga was dumber than a box of rocks. Who the fuck comes out with their heat all out in the open and shit.

“Put that shit up motherfucker,” I told him.

“Why do you have your gun all out in the open? I’m not trying to go to jail before I have a chance to get at that nigga Caine.”

“Shit my bad cuzo, my bad, my bad…” Rico chanted.

“If you would’ve handled your business then I wouldn’t have to be doing this shit here. Instead, you let that weak ass nigga lump your shit up. And may I add he did a good fucking job,” Rico said with a smirk.

“Oh you got jokes nigga?” I asked with a straight face. I couldn’t think of shit to comeback with because in all reality he wasn’t lying. “Just fucking with you cuz, let’s ride out and go see this nigga.” I put that bitch in drive and we rode out to pay Caine a visit.

We arrived at Kandi’s house and I wasted no time going straight up to the door to ring the bell. Rico was hiding on the side of the door, like he was a special agent or a sidekick, ready for action.

“Nigga we ain’t Batman and Robin. Get your ass away from the side of the door,” I told him.

“Fuck that shit nigga. I’m standing here in case the nigga open the door blasting. You did say he had a pistol to your head right?”

As soon as I started to answer his question, the door opened.

Kandi

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing.

Yes! Caine was back.

I was smiling ear to ear like the Grinch. I started checking my body out in the mirror. I knew that nigga would come to his senses. I mean what nigga in their right mind would leave all of this behind? I may have cheated on Caine but I was a bad bitch. Five feet six inches, 130 pounds, wavy black hair, mocha colored skin, and a body that would put Beyoncé to shame. I turned left, right, and then backwards to check out my nice round ass. So yeah, I knew that nigga would come around.

As I walked downstairs, I was questioning, “Why didn’t he just use his house key? He damn sure used them motherfuckers to catch my ass. If he would’ve rang the doorbell then I wouldn’t be in this predicament. And if I wasn’t in this predicament then this doorbell would be Alex with my morning sex.”

Looking out the peephole, I realized it was Alex. FUCK! Was that nigga bold or what? “What the hell should I do? Come on bitch think,” I was telling myself, as I paced back and forth, nervous as a bitch. The doorbell rang again and that time it was complimented with a knock. Fuck it, I had to answer the door. “What could it hurt now? I already been caught so maybe he left something in here and came back to get it.” And as quick as I said that, I had a light bulb moment. “I got it,” I thought to myself.

I answered the door crying. “Alex what do you want?” I asked softly while sobbing and wiping my eyes. Hell I figured if I was going to pull that act off, at least let me win an Oscar for it.

“Cut that shit out Ma, I know you better than you think Kandi,” Alex said bucking on me. I guess he was still mad that he got his shit lumped. “So where that nigga Caine at?”

“I don’t know where he is Alex,” I answered while still wiping my fake tears. “I thought you were him at the door just now.”

“Now I get it, that’s why your ass crying, or at least pretending to be. You thought I was that soft ass nigga.”

“Look, that’s my damn husband okay. And last I remember that soft ass nigga whooped your ass.” I was speaking nothing but the truth and I had to get my point across one way or another. All of a sudden, that’s when I saw another nigga appear from the side of my door. “Who the fuck is this?”

“Rico, my cousin,” Alex said. He was looking at me strangely because I never flipped out on him like that before. I think he felt disrespected. If looks could kill, I would be ten toes up at that point, but he never said a word.

“Rico?” I asked.

“Yeah that’s my name little mama.”

Looking at Alex I slowly began to tell him, “Okayyyy, sooooo, you brought him here with you, whyyyy?”

“We just came here to talk to Caine. You know, handle some business with him,” Alex said in a tone I had never heard before. I was not stupid, so I knew that shit meant business.

“So you’re Kandi huh,” Rico said looking like a steroid taking dirty version of Juvenile.

“Yeah I’m Kandi.” Disgust was written all over my face. There it was 90 degrees outside and that nigga had on all that black, including his lips.

“Hell yeah,” Rico said as he was rubbing his hands together. “I might have to put a couple niggas in the ground over you too. GOT DAMN! She is fine,” Rico continued. He was rubbing his hands together for so long I thought he was trying to start a fire with those bitches.

“Yeah, yeah I know but we ain’t here for all that shit,” Alex reminded him. “We’re here to take care of business nigga, remember that!”

“Okay nigga damn,” Rico said pulling a blunt from behind his ear.

I loved to get my smoke on but the way his lips looked, I wouldn’t dare hit that. “I’m getting ready to hit this blunt cuzo, since the nigga ain’t here and shit,” Rico said and walked off. I couldn’t wait for his ugly ass to disappear, that way I could talk to Alex more thoroughly. As soon as that nigga got ghost, my mouth started rambling.

“So are you planning on hurting Caine? When you were the one in his house? He had every right to fuck you up, you were in his shit!” I didn’t give him time to respond to anything. I kept on fussing. “If the tables were turned and I walked in on my husband fucking around, I would’ve put a bullet in his head and the bitch’s. So I’d say you got off quite lucky dude. “As I continued to rant on and on about Caine, Alex was slowly approaching me with a sexy look in his eye. He was not paying attention to what I was saying because he was too busy untying my cashmere robe. Of course, a sexy bitch like me was naked underneath. He kissed my neck and rubbed both my breasts. He began to pleasure me down south, but nowhere compared to his normal routine. I noticed he was not opening his mouth as wide as usual. After a few minutes of him trying to eat my blackberry pie, I pushed his head away. “Alex what are you doing?” I began to put my robe back on and tied it a little bit tighter.

“You know you want some Kandi. You taste so good too,” he said licking his lips. He was right I did want some. He was the only one thus far that could make me cum the way I did with his tongue. “It’s about that time of the morning anyway right?” Alex mumbled in the sexiest voice as he approached me again to see if he could get another taste. Yeah I did want some was my first reaction, but I managed to blurt out what needed to be said. “Yeah I did but that was until we got caught nigga. Look, I like the fun times we have together but I want to try and work things out with Caine. He’s my husband Alex and I love him. What we had was good, but it’s over. It has to be.”

“Naw Ma, it’s not going down like that,” he said as he started to rub both his hands together slowly and took a step back. “I don’t give up that easy on shit I want… and believe me when I say I want you Kandi,” he said with an evil grin while still rubbing both his hands together. I was actually shocked. Niggas don’t express or be all in their feelings like females do. He kept on talking shit, “Fuck that nigga Caine. He ain’t shit and he ain’t bout it for real. Since that nigga had the nerve to disrespect me, he’s going to get what’s coming to him.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I knew what all the slang shit meant. That nigga must have thought I was dumb. “Are you planning to do something to him?” I had all types of questions for his ass. He started to approach me again and said, “Don’t worry about it.”

His choice of tone got a bitch tense so that was my cue to get that nigga out of my house. From a distance, he looked okay, but once he came up close, I got a good glimpse. Caine had lumped his shit up pretty good.

“Look, Alex you have to go. I don’t have time for this shit anymore.”

I really didn’t mean it but I knew if there was any chance of Caine and I working things out then Alex had to go. “Get yourself, that dirty ass cousin of yours Rico, and bounce,” I demanded his ass out although I had to admit I wanted some dick. If he only knew, his ass could have had some. I thought he would put up a fight but he didn’t. He just turned around and walked out of the house. Knowing I made the right choice by telling Alex to leave, I went back upstairs and laid on the bed. After all, he was the reason for that shit in the first place. Now Caine might have to suffer.

Caine

After searching the whole fucking club for that nigga Shawn, I finally found him in the back playing pool. The nigga also had a stripper on the pool table showing off some hoe tricks. I walked over to him and told him, “Yo nigga lets ride.” He was so caught up in those bitches, he couldn’t even think straight. He told me, “Naw, naw, what’s the rush Caine? Give me a second nigga.” He was drunk as shit. “This bitch is getting ready to put an
8
-ball in her pussy. This shit should be illegal my nigga,” he said while he was stumbling and steady drinking. He was still tipping the bitches and breaking his own rules.

“Nigga aren’t you the one to tell me not to tip Lincoln and Hamilton? So why the fuck you throwing Jacksons
and Grants?” I asked him.

“Yeah I know nigga but an
8
-ball though. Come on son, I have to tip the bitch.” He threw another twenty-dollar bill down. Although the nigga wouldn’t listen to a word I was speaking, I told him, “Shawn you are a backward-ass-nigga for that shit.”

He looked at me and laughed. Then said, “Yeah nigga but that was before I knew the City had new hoes in here with new tricks and outfits feel me?” That nigga must be in here often to know what types of chicken heads are in there. He was drunk as hell but he still managed to say, “It’s normally the same ole tired ass dog face bitches in here. You know what they say; you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Well these old bitches had some puppies and they’re full of energy.” He threw ten one dollar bills over one of the more mature strippers. “Look, Caine I know you may be new to this shit because Kandi let you off the leash tonight, but chill nigga…” He was throwing money on all the strippers like money wasn’t a thing. “The night is just getting started.”
Shit maybe he was right. That shit with Lola just had me tripping. Last thing I wanted was to have a bitch think she had some type of control over a nigga. Niggas couldn’t be seen running out of the club and shit. After two more hours Shawn was fucked up and ready to ride.
That nigga was in the car drunk as a skunk, signing some teen pop group named ‘N Sync. I tried to change the station but then he started singing word for word.