Me & My Boyfriend (8 page)

Ready to strike her again, Daryl was detoured from the sound of his cell phone ringing. “Fuck, don't say shit! I'll be there in a minute. I'll be back, I got to go to the hospital so I can deal with those nosy ass doctors. Your ass better be here when I get back! Don't fuck with me Destiny!”

Getting his keys off the coffee table, Daryl left the apartment.

“Look at that nigga walking around like shit is all gravy.” AJ grimaced.

“It's cool son, he's about to get done up real nice.”

“Ay yo, Black the boy just left.”

“A'ight one. Let's go do this shit.” Kat replied. After the shooting, Black did some inquiring in the hood about Daryl. It wasn't that hard to find out information. Daryl ran his mouth too much. With one phone call, he had learned his address.

AJ and Kat walked up the two flights of stairs. With his finger over the peephole AJ knocked. On the inside, Destiny assumed that it was one Daryl's boys. Without looking or asking, “Who is it?” She opened the door. On sight, she realized her mistake. Kat placed his forty-five to her head.

Immediately Destiny backed up.

“I swear, I didn't know that Lil Howard was going to do that. I would never let anyone harm Meesa I swear.” She pleaded.

“Whatever bitch.” AJ said. Aiming the gun to her head, AJ stood.

“Yeah, we're in dog.” Kat spoke into the cell.

Thirty minutes had passed and Destiny sat on the couch. She didn't know when AJ was going to pull the trigger. Nobody spoke a word. Destiny was too afraid to say anything.

Knock, knock.

Kat opened the door to let Black enter. Black's presence was felt as soon as he crossed the threshold. Sitting himself across from Destiny he stared at her. Disgust was written all over Black's face. He felt nothing but contempt for her. After a while he finally spoke.

“I don't even know what to say you. You are the sorriest bitch that I have ever seen. I don't know what Meesa saw in your ass. You are a scandalous ass bitch. What kind of person doesn't even attend her own friend's funeral? I should have Kat kill your ass.”

A tear streamed down Destiny's face because she knew that everything Black said was true.

“She ain't even worth it dog” AJ said.

“Look at you, sitting up here with your face all fucked up and shit. That nigga straight swelled up your shit. I'm going to let your ass live though. But if you ever try to contact Meesa you're dead.

Two hours later, Daryl returned home. As he inserted his key into the lock he had a bad feeling come over him. But by him being so smug about everything, he shrugged it off. All of the lights were out inside of the apartment.

“Destiny?” (Silence)

“Destiny?” (More Silence)

Her ass must be sleep he thought to himself.

“You know that I haven't forgotten about what you did earlier bitch!” He yelled into the house.

Getting ready to beat her ass again, he opened the bedroom. Daryl flicked on the light only to find Black. His eyes had to be deceiving him Black, was not sitting on his bed. Daryl quickly reached for his gun but he was too slow.

AJ already had his silencer to the back of his dome.

“Don't even try it dog.” AJ said into his ear.

Taking his gun from him, AJ patted him down. Black sat on the bed with a devilish grin across his face.

“Wait outside for me AJ.” Eying him to see if he was sure, AJ saw that he was. But AJ couldn't help but to buck Daryl at least once. After that, he left Black to handle his business.

“So, you actually thought that the shit you pulled today would go unanswered. Nigga, you must be dumber than I thought. It was just a matter of time before I got you. Trust that I never forgot about what you did to my boy Rick. But fucking with my girl and my child is where you really fucked up.”

“Fuck you and that bitch.” Daryl shot back.

“Are you still talking shit? You must be crazy if you're still talking shit when you're about to die. I'm through talking to you cuz”.

Pulling out his silencer Black pointed the gun to his chest.

“Tell Meesa that I said I love her. Damn I sure wish I could have hit that. She looks like she got some good ass pussy.”

But Daryl's last word was lost. Black fired a shot into his chest. Grabbing his chest Daryl fell backwards. Standing over him, Black fired three more times. With two shots to his chest and one to the side of his head, Black's job was done. Kicking him a couple of times, Black had to spit on him too. Leaving the crime scene Black never once looked over his shoulder. If he would have he would have seen Daryl's fingers still moving.

Shaken Destiny sat wondering, is she being kidnapped to be killed too.

“What happened here tonight?” Black asked her. Happy that Daryl was dead, she replied. “Nothing.”

They drove all the way to St. Charles, Missouri and found Destiny a hotel. Setting her up in the Hyatt hotel, Black paid for a two-week stay. In the hotel room, he gave her 1,000 for food and clothing. Kat would be staying in the room adjoined to hers, to make sure she wouldn't run to the police. Black had one of his partners get rid of Kat's Monte Carlo.

An Impala was already ready and waiting for him at the hotel. Hoping in, Black thanked God he was making it back home alive to Meesa. 11:45 p.m. the clock read, Meesa sighed. Gwen and the girls had left an hour ago, but Rose decided to stay the night. Meesa cried, asking God to please let Black come home. What if he doesn't make it back home alive she thought?

“What will I do Lord, I can't make it without him Lord?” Meesa pleaded. Hearing a noise downstairs Meesa called out, “Black is that you!”

“Yeah it's me, baby!”

“Thank you Lord Jesus!” Meesa shouted.

Running into Black's arms, every moment they shared ran through her mind.

“I love you, baby.” Black exclaimed.

“I love you too, Black. I don't know what I would do without you baby. Please don't ever leave me like that again, promise me.” Meesa needed to hear her man say he wouldn't.

“I'll never leave you, Shorty.” Black answered.

“I just thank God you're home safe.”

“Me too baby, me too.”

July 4th, 2003, one of the hottest days of the summer, barbeque was on the grill, people were swimming, kids were running around playing, and Meesa sat back with her feet up.
She was now in her last month and the baby was due any day. Black and Meesa agreed that they didn't want to know the sex of the baby until he or she was born. Black glared over at Meesa and winked his eye at her.

“I love the shit out of his sexy ass!” Meesa acknowledged.

“We know you do.” Gwen countered.

Black was still as fine as the first time she saw him. He had all of his dreads in a ponytail due to the heat. A red and white Tommy Hilfiger shirt and Tommy shorts adorned his body, and pair of Tommy sandals was on his feet. The boy looked good all year around. His muscles had gotten bigger since he started lifting weights. And the boy's body was banging.

Whenever they went out, hoes were always staring, trying to get his attention with their skimpy outfits, but Black never paid them any attention. He knew what he had at home and none of them hoes could compete.

Meesa couldn't wait to have the baby so she could regain her old shape. Before she got pregnant, she weighed 131, now she was 170, and she planned on losing every last pound. Meesa thought she was fat but Black liked the extra weight on her. Along with her hips, she now had a big butt. Something Meesa had always wanted.

She prayed it wouldn't leave after she had the baby. Fixing herself a glass of tea, Meesa felt a contraction.

“Black, baby it's time!” She yelled across the yard. Everybody quickly ran over to her, none faster than Black though.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She said, feeling another one coming on. “Go and get my suitcase, please?” Meesa asked patiently.

Gwen held her hand as they made it to the front of the house to Black's BMW. Black returned with the suitcase and hopped in the car. The others piled in their cars and followed.

Seven hours and twenty minutes later, a baby boy was born. Eight pounds and six ounces, a perfect ten fingers and ten toes baby boy. It was love at first sight for Meesa. While in labor, Gwen and Black stayed in the room with her.

Gwen and Messa had grown close since the shooting at McDonalds.

Black was sick at the first sight of all the blood coming from Meesa's coochie, but it was worth looking at because he now had a son.

Gwen rushed to the waiting room and let everyone know that it was a boy. Black held his son for the first time, and knew immediately that he was what life was all about. There was no denying he was Black's son, he had all of his features, the slanted eyes, high cheekbones, little nose, and jet-black hair and skin. People would have thought that Black spit him out. The only thing he got from Meesa was curly hair and a pair of funny colored eyes.

After debating, they decided that his name should be Kyan Ricky Paterson. Now Rick could live on through his son.

August 18th, 2003, 2:00 a.m.

Wha, Wha, Wha, whining echoed through the halls.

“Baby get up, Kyan is crying.” Meesa shook Black awake.

“I'm up, I'm up, damn quit pushing me!” Black awoke aggravated.

“There's a bottle already ready in his room on the chest.”

“Aight.” Black answered grumpy. But all of the angry feelings he felt from being awakened from a good nights sleep went away, he was always glad to spend time with his son.

Picking Kyan up and rocking him back and forth Black asked, “What's the matter Kyan, you cool dog, its okay, daddy's here.”

Looking at Kyan was like looking in the mirror. It was so uncanny how much he resembled his father. All of his natural features were starting to show. Curly tendrils of jet-black hair lay delicately on his head. Chocolate milky skin adorned his face and body. Chinese slanted eyes set with charcoal gray pupils stared up at Black. Black thanked God everyday for his son. Knowing, if he had only him in his life, he would be all right.

Calming him down and sticking the breast milk filled bottle in Kyan's mouth, Black rested in the rocking chair. He and Meesa planned, before Kyan was born, that they would take turns feeding him at night. Black smiled down at his mini me. Rocking in the chair Black and Kyan fell asleep.

9:24 a.m., Meesa awoke but not to Blacks face as usual. Climbing out of bed and walking what seemed like a mile to Kyan's room, she found Black and Kyan asleep.

“I know that he is so uncomfortable.” Meesa said to herself out loud.

“Black, baby wake up and go get in the bed.”

Nudging Black gently he finally awoke.

“What time is it?” He asked, while handing her the baby.

“Um, I think like nine something.” Remembering he had to go meet his connect at 11:00 a.m., Black decided to go and get dressed.

“I'm about to go and get dressed instead baby.” Black stated.

“Where are you going this early?” Still walking, he yelled over his shoulder. “Out!”

Rolling her eyes to herself, she kissed Kyan on the head and placed him back into his crib. I'm going to find out where he's going she thought. Walking back into their bedroom, she heard the sound of the shower running. Disrobing, Meesa silently crept into the bathroom, pulled back the glass door, and stepped into the shower with Black.

Black was standing underneath the showerhead letting the water run all over him, the sight turned Meesa the hell on. Licking her lips, she grabbed the soap, lathered it up in her hands, and rubbed Blacks back. Enjoying her touch so much Black turned and pulled her close to him. Licking each other in all the right places, Meesa dropped to her knees.

Wanting to satisfy Black so much and to also let him know she was still the shit, she bobbed her head back and forth. Black held on to the shower door feeling like the king he was. Meesa knew how to give some bomb head and she used her lethal weapon to get information out of Black.

After giving him some head, she could always get information out of him.

After about five minutes of nothing but head, Black lifted her head up ready to put his thang down. Placing her up against the wall he found her opening. Sliding his manhood in and out of her Meesa cried out from ecstasy. Loving how the water glided down her back and down to her butt, Black pulled her hair. She loved when he got rough with her when they had sex.

Knowing she was a undercover freak, they tried numerous techniques. Rough sex with paddles, sensual sex with body oils, playful sex with food and shit, they did it all together.

“Oh, Oh, Oh!” Was all Meesa could utter.

Nobody could fuck her like Black. The dick was just too good for words.

“Pick me up so I can see you.” She finally got out.

Picking her up and positioning herself on his dick was a joy for her. It was one of Blacks favorite positions. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, he shoved his thing in her as far it would go. Meesa felt his dick all the way in her stomach. Gasping for air she came, but Black wasn't finished, he still had to get his off.

Continuing on after she settled back down, he rammed deep inside. Her pussy felt like a gold mine he had to explore. It was like a perfect fit, her pussy was made for his dick. Finally, getting his thing off, he pulled his dick out before he came. Knowing Meesa didn't like taking the pill, he made sure he didn't nut in her. Showered and dressed, Black sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast. Meesa was still in the bathroom getting her and Kyan dressed for the day. Black wondered on many days, should he tell her about his business he had going on. But the answer always came back no. Meesa was too paranoid to handle the shit. So, he planned on not telling her ever.

Carrying Kyan, Meesa approached Black with a kiss, and a look in her eye that said everything.

It said, “I know you're up to something blacky.”

Laughing, Black asked, “What, what you got to say shorty?”

“Nothing Black, I just know that you are up to something.”

“I'm not hiding anything from you.”

“Whatever, you know that whatever is done in the dark shall come to light, nigga.” Meesa stated boldly.

“Anyway, give me my son.”

“Oh, so he's your son now, huh.”

“Forsho.” Laughing, Meesa handed Black junior over.

“What's up man? Who's your daddy, huh?”

“Don't play nigga, you know that right there is all you.”

“What are ya'll up to today huh?” Black questioned Meesa.

“Why should I tell you, you don't tell me what you do every minute of the day?” Meesa countered back.

Look, you better tell me before I hurt you.” Giving off his meanest face, Meesa doubled over from laughter.

“Black shut up. You know that you are not going to hurt nobody.”

“A'ight, she thinks I'm playing with her Kyan, doesn't she. Naw, for real, where are you going?” He asked again, but this time, while standing in her face. This was one of his own techniques he used to get info out of her.

There was something that she couldn't resist about his face when up close. Melting, she answered, “We're going to the mall and over to Gwen's house.”

“That's better, give me a kiss.” Kissing him slowly and passionately she savored his taste.

“Peace out Shorty.” Black said as he left. I'm going to find out whatever it is he's hiding, Meesa said to herself.

Riding down Natural Bridge pumping Nas, Black peeped all the females eying him in his ride. Old habits die-hard and pretty faces were one of them for Black. He loved Meesa with all of
his being, but there was something that kept calling him. The sex was great and she still looked good as hell. Home was home, but the streets and being a nigga were all Black knew. Sticking with the same pussy day after day was something he didn't know if he could do.

Occasionally, he would hit off a young broad. Always staying strapped he made sure no other broad could holla she was pregnant. He and Brandy still got down time from time, making sure it wasn't a habit and that the bitch didn't get too comfortable. Pulling up in the vacant parking lot, Black spotted his connect.

Business was booming for Black and he couldn't stop. The nigga had so much money that he didn't even keep his shit in the bank anymore. Black went out and bought four huge trunks, each filled to the brim with dough. Kyan had so much money left to him that the boy would never have to work a day in life.

Shaking hands and exchanging bags, they both left the scene immediately. Stopping at a crowded grocery store, Black checked the bag. It was all there as usual. Black no longer just sold to his family, he had grown to build a squad. Including his boys, he distributed to five other young cats.

Every month, Black bought in about three hundred grand. Meeting the rest of the fellas at a park in the Peabody, Black traded bags of coke for stacks of cash. Back in his truck, Black's pager started to vibrate.

Skimming through the message it stated: A package is waiting for you B. He knew that that was code for come and fuck me, Brandy. Making a u-turn, he swooped over to Brandy's house for yet another piece of ass.

Shopping had worn Meesa out, so she sped down I-70 to Gwen's apartment off Hanley Rd. Riding pass a street called North & South, she saw a truck that looked just like Black's. Same model, a Black Lincoln Navigator, twenty-two inch rims, and gold trimming.

Nah, it can't be him she thought, he doesn't know anybody that stay's over here. So, she drove on not thinking twice about it.

Finally sitting in the cool air-conditioned air, Meesa downed a Pepsi. Kyan was knocked out on Gwen's bed.

“Girl, what all did you get from the mall?”

“Girl, everything I laid my eyes on. I tried to buy the whole damn mall.” Meesa answered, exhausted.

“Look at my Godbaby, he is so cute.”

“Girl, I know he gonna be something else when he get big, hanging around his daddy. Where's he at anyway?”

“I don't know, he been playing hide and seek for awhile now.”

“What are you talking about girl, cause you are confusing the hell out of me?”

“Gwen, he has been going places and not telling me trying to be all secretive and shit. I think he back selling, you know.”

“Well, if he is why don't he just tell you?” Gwen asked perplexed.

“I don't know, Black think that I'm all fragile and shit and like I can't handle nothing. So he keeps a lot of shit to himself. I could've sworn though on my way over here I saw his truck.”

“Where at?” Gwen asked.

“Um, over on North & South.” Messa replied

“He don't know nobody over here do he?” Gwen asked, continuing with her questions.

“Nah, I don't think so.”

“Well, on your way back home go back the way you came
and see if the car is still there. And if it is, ride down the street and get a closer look.” Gwen replied.

“You know what you're right, I will.”

On the way home, Meesa did exactly what Gwen suggested. But the car that was there at first was already gone, she rode past and continued on home.

August 21st, 2003, Meesa's twentieth birthday.

“Happy Birthday Shorty!” Black yelled in her ear.

“Here wake up, I made you breakfast.”

Sitting up while rubbing her eyes, Meesa smelled bacon. Setting the breakfast tray on her lap he kissed her.

“Happy birthday baby.”

“Thank you baby.” Meesa said while kissing Black.

Noticing he was dressed and ready to go she asked, “Where are you going?”

“Kyan and I are spending the day together so you can have the day to yourself. You know that you have to go the beauty shop to get that wig fixed.” Black said ruffling her hair.

“Where are you and Kyan going all day Black?”

“Don't worry about it. You do you and let us do us. When we get done kicking it, I'm going to drop him off at my granny's house. I'll be back in time to get dressed so we can go out, aight.”

“Okay.”

“Here Happy Birthday.”

Black handed her a long black velvet box.

Smiling ear-to-ear Meesa asked, “What is this?

“Just open it.” Opening it Black had bought her a platinum chain with a two and half karat diamond heart pendant.

“Kiss me.” She demanded. And, of course, he did.

“You like it?”