Long As You Know Who You Belong To (8 page)

“I feel that. Uh, hey. Can I talk to you for a
second?”

“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt...” I looked at
Vicious and then back to Kimani. He excused himself and grabbed my
arm to pull me away from the booth, leaving Vicious irritated and
confused. We walked out of the main area and to the hallway that
led to the restrooms.

“Blu, this is not what it looks like. Vicious
is...”

I grabbed his chin in my hand and slipped my other
hand in his back pocket. I looked into his green eyes for a moment
before I ran my tongue across his pretty lips. Not satisfied with
just a taste, I leaned in and kissed him deeply. He relaxed against
the wall and pulled my body close to his. His strong hands palmed
my ass, and he groaned as I moved my hands from his face to his
neck and dug my nails into his flesh. Slowly, I pulled away.

“It’s cool, baby. I’m not tripping. I’ll see you
later?”

Kimani licked his lips as he stared at me like he
wanted to rip my dress off my body and fuck me senseless right
there in the hallway.

“You got that.”

“I know I do,” I winked at him and walked away in
search of Nakami. I knew where Kimani was going to end up after the
club let out, so I was no longer worried about him. Tonight I was
going to throw this pussy on him so good that he wouldn’t be
thinking about no damn Vicious. Now I just needed to find my best
friend before some shit went down. Lord knows what kind of trouble
she had gotten herself into.

I dragged Nakami by her arm to my office in the back
of the club. She was struggling to keep up with me in the six-inch
heels she was sporting, but I didn’t give a fuck. Damn, she was a
hot head! On top of coming to
my
house and destroying all
my
stuff, she had the nerve to try to front me in front of
my niggas at my place of business? The chick had lost her marbles.
I pulled her into my office, and I closed and locked the door.

“The fuck man?! What is your problem?! Haven't you
had enough?!” I yelled.

“That’s what I should be asking you! You got a chick
that’s willing to ride with you ’til the wheels fall off and can
handle every inch of you in the bedroom, and you still out here
bitch shopping?” 

I sighed deeply. “Like, all this shit you say that
I’m doing...it’s all in your head, ma! Like I’ve told you before,
I’m not doing shit. I'm trying to get this money and hold you down.
I don’t have time for nothing extra!"

On some real shit, I wasn’t lying. I hadn’t been
fucking with anyone else but Nakami since we met. I knew how crazy
good my hook-up with her father was, and I wasn’t trying to do
anything to jeopardize it. She could check my phone and email and
even the cameras inside the club. I was all hers, but she had to
nip this “girl interrupted” act with the quickness. I liked Nakami,
but I loved my money. She wasn’t going to mess up my means to an
end with her off kilter antics.

I could feel Nakami’s eyes on me as I walked around
her to sit down on the couch. Damn, she had fucked up a niggas
buzz. She stared at me with her hip poked out, and I got the chance
to take in her appearance for the first time. Nakami was definitely
a bad bitch. With copper colored skin, thick curly hair that was
all hers, and a body that could put the baddest of video vixens out
of work, she was dope. She was also smart and funny when she wasn’t
jumping to conclusions, and she could go off in the bedroom. There
wasn’t anything that was off limits with Nakami, and I dug
that.

I stared at her and she stared back at me. As pissed
off as I was, I couldn’t ignore how horny she was making me. Her
stance, her body, that skintight jumpsuit she was wearing…all of it
was wearing me down. I felt my anger subsiding, and my little head
began to outthink the bigger one. Tired of looking at the black
stretch fabric clinging to all her assets, I motioned for her to
come over to me. I knew that she was a little off, but my money
train had just left the station. I needed to make sure that bitch
continued to come. Fucking her in the meantime would be a bonus, as
long as she could calm the hell down.

Nakami walked over to me slowly, knowing exactly what
I wanted.

She ran her hands down her breasts, as she continued
to swagger over to me. I knew she had gotten blowed on the way to
the club by looking at her damn near closed eyes. High sex with
Nakami was like none other. In one swift move, she popped her big
ass titties out of the top of her jumpsuit and began to pinch at
her nipples. My dick rose inside my camo pants, so I just leaned
back and let him do his thing. At the very least, she owed me some
bomb head and a couple hours of straight fucking. I was going to
blow her back out until she was out of fluids to release. Put that
act right in her system, ya heard me!

I looked down at the stunning six carat, princess cut
diamond ring housed in the red velvet box. I shook my head as I
realized what I was about to do. Fury began to reign over me as I
thought about my current situation.

I’d been putting up with Nakami since the night she
made a scene at the club. Yes,
putting up with
. The beauty
that had reminded me of Tae Heckard had turned into a nightmare
reminiscent of Carrie. She’d gotten too comfortable and turned into
the girlfriend from hell.  It’s like an invisible switch had
been flicked on, and it made her go from zero to one-hundred real
quick.

She started calling and texting me twenty-plus times
a day, popping up at my house, and going through my phone. Her
temper is ridiculous, and half the time I have to walk out to keep
from putting her ass in a chokehold. She’d sold her downtown loft
and moved in with me, uninvited of course, and I’d really gotten to
know her. She was bat shit crazy. She freaked out about little
shit, and had to have control of everything. She was the definition
of a sour patch kid; one moment she was practically salivating at
the mention of sucking a dick, and ten minutes later she was trying
to bite it off because she thought of something that triggered her
to suspect I was fucking with someone else. Like, bro! 
Everything that I thought I liked about her had disappeared, and
this mental patient had taken her place.

And I could see where her crazy came from. Hero was
looney toons too. He put me on, no doubt about it. His product was
potent, and I had even started carrying more than just coke. Hero
had put me on a plug that was able to get me molly, ecstasy, oxy,
and this new shit that was a mix of Ritalin and ex that was selling
like crazy on the college campuses. I was up to my ears in profit,
but Hero had to control every bit of my business. He made me set
things up a certain way, deliver things a certain way, and even
hire specific people. Any move I made had to be run through
him.  If someone made the slightest mistake, he was quick to
bust his gun or come up with some deranged method of torture for
whoever had crossed him. I had nicknamed his ass Jigsaw, the creepy
dude from Saw, because he was that fucking nuts. Both of them
together had me ready to put a bullet in my own head just to
escape.

The cherry on top of the bullshit was that he’d
recently started cutting down on the product he was giving me,
which in turn slowed down my business. I found out why soon enough.
He called me to visit him at his place in Calabasas and asked me
why I hadn’t put a ring on Nakami’s finger yet. Like, bruh! That
bitch was nuttier than a Payday, and he thought that I was going to
wife her? That’s exactly what he thought. Before I left that
meeting, he made sure that he made it clear that my gravy train
would be stopped indefinitely until I proposed and got busy making
him an heir to his empire.  I agreed to his face, but there
was no way in hell that I was signing up to put up with that broad
24/7 and pop out some nutty babies with her ass. I had something
else up my sleeve that would get rid of all my problems, but it was
something that took time and planning. In the meantime, I would
have to keep up appearances and actually propose to her. I hated
that I had to unleash my dark side, but I couldn't live like this
much longer.

Sill angry about having to go through with this bogus
ass engagement, I burst out of the jewelry store and ran right into
another person. My reflexes were quick, so I was able to grab her
before she fell completely on her ass. I helped steady her on her
feet.

“My bad. I wasn’t even paying attention. You
good?”

“Don’t even worry about it. I got enough to cushion
the fall,” she chuckled as she patted her hips.

I looked at her for the first time. Standing around
5’6” with skin the color of melting brown sugar and shoulder length
red wine colored hair, she was so stunning that it caught you off
guard. I had to close my eyes and open them again to make sure I
was looking at a woman and not a mirage. She was thick, and I’m not
talking video vixen thick. She was just thick. Down south,
cornbread, and collard greens thick. Probably the type that Drake
was always writing about.  I couldn’t even front on shorty who
was dressed in a pair of leather pants, an oversized sweatshirt
with the words Money Talks written on the front, tall black leather
pumps, and a pair of oversized sunglasses on top of her head. She
looked every bit of a stylist as she stood there checking me out on
the low.

“I can see that,” I smirked.

“Boy, don’t be flirting with me like that. I know you
gotta crazy girlfriend lurking somewhere in the shadows,” she
joked, looking around as if someone would pop out of the bushes at
any second. I slyly eased the engagement ring box into my jeans
pocket.

“Damn, straight like that?”

“Yeah, as good looking as you are, I know you’ve got
some chick whipped and ready to whoop some ass over you. And
knowing how big of a flirt I am, I need to get moving before I wind
up in some unwanted drama.” She smiled, let her shades fall over
her eyes, and started to walk away.

I called out behind her. “Can I at least know your
name? Gotta pair it with the face I’m sure I won't be able to get
out of my head.”

She turned around, her hair swinging briskly in the
wind, and showed off her pearly whites. Pulling out a business card
from her large white purse, she handed it to me. “Maybe when you
need a line-up, you can visit me.”

She walked off switching, and I watched her disappear
around the corner. I finally looked down at her card that
read: Blaze McGowan, Celebrity Hair Stylist, Barber, and
Luxury Hair Salon Owner. Make your appointment today at Park Ave
Salon and Barbershop.

I slipped the card in my pocket, making a mental note
to hide it somewhere so that Nakami didn’t get her hands on it. I
definitely was going to drop in on Blaze. Because Nakami’s unstable
ass was going to be a distant memory soon.

“Babe, you want two strips of bacon or three?” I
called from the kitchen.

“You already know my fat ass wants three,” she
giggled.

I laughed to myself as I lined the baking tray with
one more slice of bacon. I popped the pan into the hot oven and
closed it. When I looked up, Blu’s beautiful ass was making her way
down the stairs. Her blue hair was pulled up on top of her head,
and her face was clear of makeup. Dressed in an old work out
t-shirt and her lace boy shorts, she looked the best I’d ever seen
her. She smiled as she walked towards me. 

“Aww, look at you being all domesticated. Am I
supposed to kiss the chef?” she grinned. 

“Oh, you can do more than that.” I pulled her into my
body by her hand and then picked her up and placed her on the
counter. I rubbed my hands up her thick thighs and grabbed hold of
her round hips and squeezed. She leaned in and kissed me, as she
wrapped her legs around my waist. I could feel myself reacting to
her touch and apparently so could Blu. 

“Down boy. You can’t be burning up my food trying to
get to the cookie.” She hopped off the counter, and I smacked her
on her ass. “I’m going to hop in the shower real quick,” she stated
as she sashayed out of the kitchen and back up the
stairs. 

Damn, I loved that girl. Yeah, I said it. And after
only six months, so what? A real nigga knows when it’s real, and
the shit is real deal like Holyfield. She was perfect for a nigga.
She was fun and spontaneous, beautiful and business-minded,
compassionate and down-to-earth. And let’s not even talk about baby
girl’s body. Shawty had sex appeal without trying and knew how to
keep up with me in the bedroom. Whenever I wasn’t with her, I
wished she was there. Whenever she was with me, I was plotting on
how to steal more of her time. She had a nigga wrapped around her
finger, and she didn’t even know it yet. 

I went to grab the eggs out of the refrigerator and
heard my phone buzz on the kitchen counter. I reached for it and
sighed when I saw the name of the caller come across the
screen.

Reluctantly, I answered the
phone. “Yo.” 

“That’s all I get when I call you? Yo?” 

“What’s good? Is that better?” 

“What is wrong with you, Kimani? I haven’t heard from
you in months, and when I attempt to reach out all you got to say
is yo?”

I looked back at the stairs, hoping that Blu didn’t
reappear. “Vicious, what do you want?”

“Oh, now I’m Vicious?” 

“Bruh, what the fuck do you want?” 

“You know what I want, Mani. I want you.” 

“That’s not happening. I’m with somebody now,” I
sighed. 

“Oh, you got yourself a new bitch?” 

“Nah, not a new bitch.  A real bitch. So if you
don’t mind, I’ma to get back to her. Take care of yourself. Oh,
and, uh, lose the number.”