Page 32 of Ghetto Heartstrings
“This lovesick ass nigga here,” C2 chuckled while pointing at Boom, who was sitting on the couch staring at the ceiling. He had smoked a fat ass joint and was high as hell.
Boom sat there with his shirt off, exposing his hard eight-pack and dark brown skin. His long dreads hung down the sides of his face and his thick eyebrows were creased together. “See, the difference between me and you, nigga. I won’t ever front and shit. Yaya crazy as hell, but she has a different way of showing love. She make a nigga wanna slap her ass, but I’m not gon’ sit here and say I don’t miss her.”
“Nigga, I don’t front either. How many times have I said this week that I miss my bitch?” C2 laughed. “On the real though, this shit here ain’t my life. I rather go back and face whatever the fuck I’m looking at, than to be hiding out here; it’s cool and all but-”
“Home is where the heart is at nigga; that’s why this shit can never be home.” Perfect walked in on the conversation while grabbing the roach from the ashtray, sparking it back up.
It was Boom’s turn to clown him. “Oh… nigga, we know! Don’t even come in here with no lectures and shit either; we all know Brook’Lynn got that ass on lock down.”
“It ain’t shit wrong with that either. I don’t give a fuck about no other bitches. I ain’t got time to be playing around with these hoes. A friendly ass dick could easily be a sick one.”
Boom sat up and thought about what he said. “So, don’t take this the wrong way bruh, but all jokes aside. Do you really think that Brook’Lynn will never cheat on you or has never cheated, real talk?”
“That pussy been succumbing to this dick since I’ve known that girl, man,” Perfect replied.
C2 spoke before Boom even got a chance to ask him. “I plead the fucking fifth. I don’t have an answer when it comes to mine. Kema was wild when I met her, but she makes a nigga feel like aking yo, I swear. Bitch will come home, run ya bath water, bathe you, cook you a hot meal, suck yo dick til ya toes curling up in that bitch, and call you lil shit like ‘daddy’ all day long.”
They all fell out laughing.
“Shittt… nigga can’t be mad at that.” Perfect and Boom dabbed each other up.
C2 looked over his shoulder. “Ya’ll better lower that shit down in here; ya’ll know Bugg ass in there fake sleeping and shit. She act like she been so tired since she got off the plane, she probably in there listening to everything. You know how females do.”
They were getting ready to respond, but the room fell silent when Uncle Maine walked in with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“What’s wrong Unc?” Boom asked. “You look like you lost yo best friend.”
Maine was beyond confused when he sat next to his nephews and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “I spoke to Rasta. Somebody hit one of his spots last night, got away with a nice piece of change too.”
“Which spot?” Perfect asked.
“Shit, ya’ll ain’t gonna be happy about this, but it’s the one ya’ll get a little percentage off of every month as well. His second biggest spot.”
Boom, C2, and Wise shook their heads; they all understood this was a part of the game. “So, what’s up Unc? They know who could’ve done it?” Perfect asked, with his mind lowkey fucking with him… he hated that he couldn’t conduct business how he needed to.
“All he knows is, it was more than one person,” he said, taking a few more pulls from his cigarette before standing up. “I just wanted to tell ya’ll what was up. I need to go get some fresh air.”
“See what happens when niggas don’t see yo face for a while? Rasta ain’t never had to run the traps, and now that we’re gone, he let some lil niggas come take some shit that don’t belong to them.” Perfect frowned, feeling pissed off. “Yo, I’ma fuck with ya’ll boys in the morning. I’m about to go lay my ass the fuck down.”
After hopping out the shower, he put on a pair of basketball shorts, popped two Tylenol PM’s, and went straight to sleep. He didn’t know if it was the pills or the weed that made his dream feel like reality. He didn’t want to wake up and face a bunch of niggas, he rather stayed dreaming and enjoying the bomb ass head that he was getting from his girl. Brook’Lynn always knew how to get his spirits back right when he was in a fucked-up mood. They were back home in the bed, as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. Using one hand, she gripped his thick pulsating main and spit on the tip before relaxing her jaw and throat, so she could take him all in without gagging.
He took his hand and gently placed it on the back of her head to help guide her, as he balled his lips up to keep from yelling out. She hadn’t even been doing it that long, and already, he felt like he was about to bust. “Fuck Brook,” he hissed. Her warm mouth felt so good that he almost thought he was up in the pussy foreal and he could no longer hold the much-needed volcanic-like explosion that ruptured through his dick, waking him right up out of his sleep and looking into the face of Bugg, who sat up with his cum dripping down the side of her mouth. She wore a slight smirk on her face, knowing that he was confused, but she didn’t give a fuck. She was ready to hop on that fat ass dick. She had to brace herself to suck it because of the length and size, but now that she had… she wanted more, as her hot pussy vibrated in her walls.
It took Perfect a couple of seconds to regroup and realize what the fuck had just happened. He realized that his dream wasreally no dream at all. Feeling the anger about to explode and not wanting to hurt the bitch, he got up and walked to the bathroom, immediately turning on the shower to wash the saliva from that bitch’s mouth the fuck up off him. When he hopped out, he wrapped his towel around his bare frame and walked back out of the bathroom, only to find her sitting on the bed looking dumbfounded.
He tried to remain calm when he told her, “Get the fuck out.”
Bugg was confused herself. No nigga was ever able to get head from her and not want to fuck her, but she realized that Perfect was challenging as fuck. She slowly crawled across the bed until she was directly in front of him, giving them those seducing eyes. “Come on Perfect, don’t be like that baby.” She tried to reach up and place a kiss on his lips.
He took a step back and frowned like he smelled some shit or something. “If I wanted you, you wouldn’t a had to pull the shit you just pulled. I would’ve gladly given you some dick and had you begging for more,” he said while stepping up to her. He was so close; she could feel his warm breath tickling her nose. “I see right through yo envious ass. You want to fuck me so you could make my girl mad. You wanna fuck me cause you see the love she got for a nigga and you wanna know what all the hype is about… that’s where ya’ll bitches get confused. Looking at another bitch life and thinking that it could be your own. The head was fire ma, but that shit wasn’t cool. I’ma ask you again nicely to get the fuck out my room.”
Bugg had never felt so hurt, low down, and disgusted in her life as she tried to fight back the tears, realizing how much she’d just played herself while thinking she could trick this nigga into fucking her. He hit it right on the head. It was true; she couldn’t stand looking at Brook’Lynn’s ass and her lifestyle that Perfect had provided. Whenever she went to their house, she wanted to fucking puke. Whenever she heard Brook’Lynn or theother girls talking about him, she felt rage. When she found out about Brook’Lynn’s pregnancy, that shit drove her crazier. Bugg wanted the love they had, but she wanted it from him. She couldn’t help how she connected to him. It was his fault for being the kind of nigga that he was that made her want to go so hard for him.
She lowered her eyes and took a step down and off his bed. She didn’t want to show any signs of weakness, but what she was going to do was show him exactly what kind of bitch he was dealing with back home. “It’s funny to me how you don’t even know that same girl that you’re speaking of how you think you know her,” she said, shaking her head. “Brook’Lynn is so perfect, huh? She loves you so much that she would never do anything to hurt you,” she chuckled. “It’s sad that she’s not as loyal to you as you are to her.”
Perfect walked to his dresser drawer and grabbed a fresh pair of basketball shorts, slipping them on right in front of her to tease the thirsty bitch a little more. “You got something to say, then say it.”
Bugg no longer cared. She was beyond pissed that he made her feel like nothing more than a low-down hoe. “If your girl loves you so much, then why the fuck is she out here robbing niggas? Why would she go as far as robbing your own daddy? That’s what I came out here to tell ya’ll… your bitches are a bunch of snakes… now, eat that up, dumb asses.” She turned to walk away.
