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“Well, since Diablo got popped, I am going to need you to take on the load of gathering up some new niggas for the Bronx territory that Diablo was running. I’m hearing that niggas are trying to make moves on the territory already and I’m not having that shit.”
“Okay, I got you, Hov.”
He replied before there was a thud in the bedroom. I put my hand on my heat because I wasn’t a nigga that likes surprises.
“Somebody else in here?”
“Yeah, just a little bitch I fucked last night. She on her way out. I told her she needed to roll, but she taking her time.”
When the room door opened, out walked a female, which explained why he was so comfortable staying up in his spot. Shorty walking out is thick, pretty, and I’m talking about too fine to be with the worker and not the boss. I watched her as she walked further into the living room, and the way she was looking, I knew she knew me. Most people in New York did.
“Ant, I’m going to leave now.”
“Alright. Careful.”
He kept it short with her and then she walked out of the door. Just seeing that bitch made me confused as to why he called her ‘just a little bitch’ instead of his lady. She definitely would be the star player on my team. Bad wasn't the word.
“Yo, what's her name?”
I asked once the door closed.
“Ciara. She is a bitch from downstairs on the 2ndfloor. Her dude is the nigga who they said killed somebody yesterday.”
“And she fucking you? She a hoe like that?”
“Nah, I guess she just wanted her lick back for her nigga cheating. I never heard of her hoeing around here. Now, her dude Kairo is in another bitch face every time I see him. He fuck with plenty of bitches over here.”
I shook my head.
Whoever this Kairo nigga is I need to murder for two reasons. One being he took out one of my distributors, and two for playing games with that beautiful ass female who should be on a nigga’s throne. I swear niggas like him make all the fine bitches become sluts trying to get their get-back on niggas like him. But where some hoes are too far gone to be saved, some are fine enough to be saved regardless of their past.
Ciara had the type of body and face that needs saving.
Chapter 4
Ciara
I’m sure Pernelle will be tripped out when I tell her that I was just in the same room as Hov a few minutes ago. She’d always cited him as her dream nigga if she ever went back to fucking with men. Yes, Hov is tall, fine, rich, and dresses his ass off, but I’d never looked at him with interest before. He was simply a name I heard often when Kairo would speak on how he wanted to live.
We can be like Hov and Cashmier, baby.
He would often tell me.
I used to roll my eyes at that shit, because I wasn’t no Manhattan ass bitch and he was nowhere near the God, which is Hov.
The way Hov was looking at me in Ant’s spot, I just couldn’t shake. I thought about it every step I took out of that apartment and up to my door.
Last night with Ant was cool. We had sex a few times and each time it seemed to get better and better. It wasn’t that it sucked at first; I just had to get used to being with a man who was looking out for his own pleasure and not mine. Yeah, he ate my pussy for about five minutes, but then after that, it was straight pound action. There was no kissing, no rubbing,no eye contact. Just his dick fucking my walls swollen. Did I feel better since stepping out on Kairo? Yeah, but I just hate that my experience with Ant didn’t erase Kairo from my mind completely. I still found a way to get mad as hell when I got outside my door. I won’t be answering his jail calls at all for a good minute.
I exhaled deeply and then turned the key. As soon as I stepped inside the apartment, I was hit with a view of the chaos I’d left last night. That overwhelming smell of bleach and chemicals was still inside, and I cracked the door open since the windows alone wouldn't do the job.
Instantly, I started picking shit up from the floor because the mess started at the door. There were broken vases, smashed picture frames, and the end tables were completely flipped over. My coffee table, usually sat in the center of the living room, was now touching the floor from being smashed by Kairo's body. I had hours worth of work to do, and the saddest part of it all, most of my things I’m picking up are about to go in the trash.
Growing up, always having chores, I wasn’t a stranger to having to keep shit clean around the house. I knew as a kid if my mama came home and there was anything out of place, I was doing wall sits until my ass felt like it was on fire from a beating. The wall sits I did when I was in my rebellious stage with Kairo is the reason I’m built like this today.
I turned on my Summer Walker playlist and got lost in a cleaning zone until I heard a voice at the door that was deep enough to get my attention on an instant.
“Ciara.”
