I Use To Love You: A Hood Chick's Revenge (11 page)

In the end I had to keep it real with myself. Ivan was right. It would fuck me up in the head if Ivan fanned his ass down and I didn’t try to warn him. Maybe not in the same way, but like Adrienne I got him mixed up in my beef. I should’ve never picked a spot like 618 On Water to catch some dick for the night. Everybody who was somebody in the streets fell through that bitch. And I only made shit worse when I sent that message through Danny. I sighed as I slid on my Marc Jacob shades and grabbed my Marc Jacob bag.

I couldn’t do this one over the phone. I crept out on his ass in the middle of the night without getting his number. I would warn the nigga and go about my business. He could take it however he wanted because I wasn’t sticking around long enough to convince him.

I noticed that there was a brand new pearl white K-900 parked next to Jahlil’s red Mercedes S550 inside the parking structure. I actually took a few moments to admire the latest Kia to hit the streets. I’d just seen a commercial for it the other day and thought it looked just like a Jag. The whip was even wetter up close and that was with the factory rims. I was willing to bet a muthafucka would kill the city if they slapped some Forgis on it. I parked in a space that belonged to another tenant a few parking spaces down from Jahlil’s.

I hopped out of the Charger and was on my way to the elevators, wondering when Jahlil had copped a new whip. Until Jahlil and some skinny yellow bitch walked into the parking structure laughing and kicking it like a muthafucka. I stopped in the middle of my tracks and lowered my shades to the end of my nose a better look at this tramp. She was rocking a mean ass light gray skirt suit with a silk peach blouse. I had no idea who the designer was but the shit looked top of the line and far from cheap. I did recognize that her matching pumps were by Jimmy Choo. Another indication that her business suit wasn’t from the racks of J.C. Penny. Only a ratchet bitch would rock some Jimmy Choos with some cheap bullshit. The elegant single strand of pearls and the princess cut diamonds in her ears topped off her outfit. She had the professional bitch and classy swag. I was jealous than a muthafucka. And I couldn’t figure out if it was because I had secretly caught feelings for this nigga, or because he seemed so over my ass.

“Phat Kat?” Jahlil said as he opened the door for Ms. Professional Bitch.

“Phat Kat?” Ms. Professional Bitch said, mockingly right before she hugged Jahlil.

“Yes bitch, you heard right. You got a problem with that?”

She swung her long hair to the side and smirked at me. “What a vocabulary you have.” She looked at Jahlil. “You sure do know how to pick them Jahlil.” She climbed inside of the Kia K-900.

“Don’t talk shit where it’s safe at, come say that to my face.” I marched over as Jahlil closed the door. Ms. Professional Bitch drove off laughing. I wondered if she would’ve found it funny if I aired that muthafucka out.

“You can’t just be dropping by Phat Kat,” Jahlil said, walking to his Benz.

I looked at the back of his fucking head as if it was a moving target for my nine milli.
Who the fuck does this nigga think he is? I should just let Ivan kill this muthafucka.
I wanted to leave his ass for dead. But I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride.

“Look nigga, I didn’t come by because I missed yo ass. I didn’t plan on ever seeing you again.”

“Then why did you come by,” Jahlil said, as he opened his car door and turned towards me.

“Because I have something really important to talk to you about.” I folded my arms.

The nigga had the nerve to look at his watch as if I was boring him. “You gotta hurry up because I have a meeting with some very important business associates.” He started to climb inside of his Benz.

I got desperate and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Maybe if you hadn’t been laid up with that bitch you would have more time.”

He stood back up with a smile on his face. “I know you’re not jealous. Not the woman who snuck out on me in the middle of the night.”

I stared at his ass through the dark lenses of my Marc Jacob shades with my arms crossed.

“She’s my accountant Phat Kit. If you would’ve taken the time to get to know me, you would know that pretty much everything in my life is about business.”

I sighed as if I could give a fuck less.

“Plug my number into your phone so you can call me after your meeting.” I recited my number. “Trust me if it wasn’t really important I wouldn’t be here.” I walked off to the Charger. I glanced back and caught him looking all in my ass.
That’s right nigga, you can’t replace this.

“Phat Kat.”

When I got to the Charger I turned around to see what his ass wanted.

“It’s good to see you,” he said smiling.

“I bet it is.” I heard him laughing as I climbed inside. Ms. Professional Bitch didn’t have shit on me because my pussy gets wetter than yours and my head is better than yours. I drove off on some Lil Kim shit.

I decided to check out of the Brookfield Sheraton after I left Jahlil in the parking structure. I figured Ivan was probably somewhere popping bottles as I drove up Wisconsin Avenue. He was feeling like he’d won the championship, thinking that there was no way I’d risk Meka and Jahlil’s lives. Especially when I had a hundred racks to walk away with. He was going to come at me like the Terminator when word got back that I was still in the game. He wouldn’t leave a stone unturned and he wouldn’t stop until I was a dead ass bitch.

I checked into the Woodfield Suites using a different fake name and identification. Ivan made sure we always had a few fake identities we could use for different purposes. I’m talking about social security cards, birth certificates, and driver’s licenses. Ivan taught me that if I keep moving under an alias, whoever was on my ass would have to go through hell to catch up with me. I was hoping it kept him running in circles long enough for me to sneak up and put a hot one in his brain.

Of course I had to bless the room once I got settled in. I packed some Indigo Gold in the pipe and put my lungs to work on the dro. I got high as a muthafucka and ordered all types of shit from room service. I created my own buffet of steak, hamburgers, ribs, tacos, and lasagna as I ate like a ghetto ass pig. I laid my ass down on the bed and just looked around at my room for a few moments. I thought it was a little flyer than the one I’d just checked out of.

Even though I still had clothes and shoes piled on the floor next to the bed, there was a lot more closet space than I had at the Sheraton. Both rooms had their tech game up with iPads on the wall to order room service and movies and do everything else it was capable of. It was the smart TV that made the Woodfield a little fresher. I had already played with it like a big ass kid. I got a kick out of turning it on and off and flipping the channels with a wave of a hand. The jacuzzi in the far corner of the room definitely had me geeked about all of the possibilities. I wondered what it would feel like to get dicked down with hot ass bubbles tickling my skin.

I was high, full and now I wanted to fuck. I turned the flat screen mounted on the opposite wall on with a wave of the hand, without even getting up from the bed. I found the local news with a few flicks of the wrist. There was nothing on Adrienne, which didn’t surprise me at all. Ivan’s entire rep was built upon making muthafuckas disappear without a trace. The way we had to lay those country niggas down in Vegas made him nervous. He did his best to come up with a way to snatch up L.V. the Don and his bodyguard somewhere away from the hotel.

Then it would just be a matter of getting the key and grabbing the money from the room. But L.V. the Don was a high profile nigga in a high profile city. The nigga kept drawing as much attention to himself like the clown he was. It was obvious that if the lick was going down it had to happen in his hotel room. Setting the room on fire was Ivan’s way of saving face. He just wasn’t comfortable with leaving a fresh crime scene behind and full of evidence. I sat up in bed while the news did a segment on Pido’s murder. The way Pido was killed didn’t seem like Ivan’s style at all. I couldn’t believe the way those three dead muthafuckas were found didn’t seem weird to me before.

Jahlil finally called and interrupted my thoughts. The nigga wanted me to meet him for happy hours at some bar in Bayshore Town Center. Then he wanted to take me to dinner at this Italian spot, Maggiano’s. I broke it down to his ass that I didn’t get up with him to kick it. I really just needed to holler about something very important. Then right after that big ass speech I gave I invited him to my room. Here it was I’m suppose to be hiding out and I tell a nigga who is pretty much a stranger where to find me. Almost like putting the nine milli to my own head and pulling the damn trigger. That’s what happens when you’re high, full and wanna fuck.

“Can I have some of what you were smoking?” Jahlil asked as he walked into my room sniffing the air like a damn police dog. He was looking fly in a red Prada velour jogging suit with a pair of Jorden VII’s the same color, he had to have specially designed. He flopped down onto the love seat.

“You gonna share or what?”

“Nigga don’t get too comfortable because once we chop it up you’re gonna have to be up.” I smirked to myself as I crumbled some of the Indigo Gold into the pipe, knowing I was fronting like a muthafucka. I’d been wondering what it would feel like to have those soft lips of his wrapped around my clit in the jacuzzi. My imagination only ran wilder as I watched those soft muthafuckas wrap around the stem of the pipe.

“That’s a nice Charger you’ve been riding around in,” he said after blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the air.

“Compared to what? The bus?” I asked sitting at a desk that looked like some heavy ass oak. “Nigga, you pushin a S550. What you care about my Dodge Charger for?”

He shrugged before he hit the pipe again. “I like all types of whips. Where did you cop it at?”

I looked at the nigga suspiciously. “Do I need to pour some water on yo ass or what?”

He choked a little on the smoke in his lungs as he laughed.

“Anyways.” I rolled my eyes. “I need to holla at you about my ex.”

“Ivan?”

I flinched a little. “How do you know his name?”

Jahlil looked at me as if he felt sorry for me for being so damn clueless. “Remember what you told your friend working the door? At the club we met at?”

“At least I know you pay attention,” I said sarcastically.

“To everything,” he said, blowing out another huge cloud of smoke and setting the pipe down on the night stand next to the bed.

“Well pay attention to what the hell I’m about to tell now. My ex, Ivan, has threatened to kill you if I don’t leave the state in the next twenty-four hours.

He stared at me with bloodshot eyes without blinking. I waited until he had a few moments for my words to set in before I continued.

“There’s a lot to the story I’m not goin to tell you.”

“Why?” He kept staring at me without blinking. I didn’t know what the hell to make of the look in his bloodshot eyes. He was too high.

“Because I don’t know you nigga.” I folded my arms and was snaking my neck. “What I will tell yo ass is that he knows shit will be hotter than the 4
th
of July with me around, and shit ain’t goin to cool down until I get what I want.”

“Any chance of you telling me what that is?” He sunk a little lower in the sofa and leaned against the armrest. It almost looked as if the Indigo Gold had him feeling too high to sit straight.

I shook my head. “You don’t need to know that either.”

“What do I need to know?” He had a small smile on his face. He didn’t seem to be growing impatient at all.

“Ivan is a gangsta ass nigga. He’s goin’ to stand on whatever comes out of his mouth. Killin’ is like breathing to him. It’s just one of those thangs that has to be done. That is why I had to holla at you. Even though I don’t owe you shit, you needed to know what type of nigga he is.”

“Why would you be messing around with a dude like that?” he asked, as he struggled to sit up a little straighter.

“Because me and Ivan have a lot in common.” I unfolded my arms and leaned forward in the chair, while looking at him right in the eyes. “My dark side would probably scare the hell out of you. I’m not who you think I am.”

He leaned forward with an even wider smile on his face. “Everyone has a dark side and I can handle you and your ex. However either of you want to bring it.”

His cockiness made me smile. “I guess we’ll find out.” I sat back and folded my arms.

“I can only imagine how much trouble a beautiful woman with the pussy of a goddess can be.” He laughed.

“Naw nigga, you really can’t.”

He patted the empty sofa seat. “Come show me then.”

I was still smiling when I stood up and walked the few feet between us like a ho bitch on the track. When I sat down next to him I made sure to pay attention to his eyes. Now it could’ve been that the nigga was just high and horny as a muthafucka. But I didn’t see any fear in Jahlil’s. Usually that was something a muthafucka couldn’t hide.

His confident swag had my pussy wet and my clit feeling swollen. I figured we might as well fuck each other’s brains out and make each other come for hours. It might be the last piece of pussy the nigga will ever get. I stood up and put on a show for his ass. I slowly stripped out of everything except for my Jimmy Choos. Then I posed for the nigga so he could get a long good look at a work of art. Once I had his ass drooling and his dick bricked up underneath his sweat suit, I put my pussy on his mustache.

I climbed on the sofa and threw my legs over his shoulders and let them hang over the back of the sofa. I sat up so my pussy was level with his mouth and told the nigga to get to work. I didn’t have to tell his ass twice though. That nigga buried his face in my pussy and ate the muthafucka like it was watermelon. At least all of the slurping and smacking he was doing made it sound that way. I had my head tilted all the way back and my eyes were rolling to the back of my head.

Jahlil had my ass sounding retarded as I made all types of weird noises. Every time I came I squeezed his head between my thighs. That nigga had me coming and cursing and coming again and again. I wasn’t the type bitch to be yelling out a nigga’s name but I was willing to be totally submissive to his ass. I was his as long as he had his tongue or dick inside of me.

He scooped me up by my ass cheeks and continued to eat my pussy on his way to lying me down on the bed. He stripped out of everything as fast as he could. I bit my bottom lip as I watched him rub his hand up and down that big ass dick of his. He wasn’t more strapped up than Ivan; who had one of those porno dicks. But Jahlil’s shit was long enough to hit all of the right spots. He kneeled on the bed and was about to slide up in my raw dog until I shut the shit down.

“Uh, what do you think you’re doin’?”

“I was trying to get up in that fat and juicy cat of yours.”

“Well you better wrap up nigga. You know what time it is.”

“I didn’t bring any condoms.”

I looked at his ass as if he’d lost his mind. He was kneeling over me, stroking his dick like it would bust if he didn’t stick it in soon.

“Got damn, Jahlil. How you gonna pull this shit? My pussy’s throbbin like a muthafucka.”

“Well let me do something about that.”

I let him slowly part my legs.

“No diseases or babies nigga. You give me either and I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”

He laughed. “Killer pussy.” He slid up in me and I wanted to scream. I smacked him on the shoulder and dug my nails into his back. “Ah, shit Phat Kat, those muthafuckas hurt.”

“Shut up nigga and fuck me.”

And that’s what he did over and over. I got so caught up in how good it was I didn’t think about how he never bothered to pull out.

“You think I’m playin nigga,” I said, trying to catch my breath after he rolled off of me.

“What are you talking about? I only bust in you three times.” He was out of breath when he laughed.

We both laid there, staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard. Neither of us said anything for at least a minute.

“Don’t you think it’s time for me to know your real name,” he said as he propped himself up on his elbow. “I mean I am going to be your baby daddy.”

I swatted him on his arm hard as hell. “Stop playin’ like that.” I don’t know if it was because I just had about 20 orgasms and I was a little vulnerable but I actually felt like opening up to him. The rubber band holding his dreads together popped while we were rolling around in the bed fucking. The way they hung loose made the nigga look like he was of Jamaican royalty. I looked into his dark brown eyes and almost spilled my guts. But I knew I couldn’t invite the nigga into my world. I didn’t know who he was or what he was capable of.

“I can’t tell you that Jahlil,” I said as I slowly dragged my fingernail across his chest.

“You act like you’re the only one with secrets. I have shit to protect too. But you still know my real name.”

I stuck my finger in my mouth and then traced his nipple. I smiled, hoping to take his mind away from the fact that I didn’t trust his ass.

“It’s safer for both of us if you didn’t know.” He sighed and for the first time he kind of looked like he was losing his patience. I liked the nigga and if he chose to still fuck with me after what I told him about Ivan, then I was definitely with it.

“For now I feel it’s best if I keep a lot of shit to myself. But maybe we will get on that level in the future. I have some unfinished business to take care of first,” I said, hoping that would ease his mind a little.

“With Ivan?”

I nodded my head. “Yep.”

“It sounds like your problems might be mine.”

“You have a choice Jahlil.”

“I know and this is what I decided.”

He slowly pushed his tongue in my mouth and we went at it again. I never thought I would never find a nigga with Ivan’s stamina. I guess lightening does strike twice sometimes. We enjoyed the rest of the night together because who knew what the fuck the next day would bring.