Shan Presents

A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle

By Natavia

Copyright 2015 by Natavia

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Dez
Nigga, run me my money, I said to Butta, snatching up the money from the
ground at the dice game on the corner by my building. I looked around for Osari, but I
didnt see him.
Ay, yo, you saw where Osari went? I asked Butta.
He went inside of your crib, Butta responded. I stuffed the wad of money in my
pocket then headed into the crib. When I walked in Osari was walking down the hall.
When he saw me he froze.
Move, nigga, I need to piss, I said.
Your mama said she on the toilet, he responded.
Nigga, my mama went out. I didnt see her come in. You fucked up the
bathroom, didnt you? Nigga, we got air freshener. Dont be embarrassed, now
move, I said, storming down the hall towards the bathroom. When I got to the door I
heard moaning. I opened up the bathroom door and Lee had my mother bent over the
sink, fucking her. He smacked her ass then pulled her hair. The sight made my blood
boil. I balled up my fist and slammed it into the side of Lees face.
Nigga, you fucking my mama? I asked, hitting him again. My mother started
screaming as she and Lee both fell in the tub. My mother landed on top of Lee with
her bare ass sticking straight up in the air.
Osari ran into the bathroom. You knew about this shit? I asked him, ready to
swing on him too.
Lil nigga you need to chill the fuck out. I just found out myself. If you want to
swing on someone you better swing on that nigga, Osari said.
My mother grabbed her pants and underwear before she stormed past us, out of the
bathroom. I knew she was embarrassed and she should be. Lee is only twenty-two.
Damn, Desiree got a fat ass, Osari mumbled, as he looked at my mothers ass.
Its not even like that, Lee said, as he quickly stood up, while trying to swiftly put
his dick inside his pants.
I punched him in the face, but this time his ass swung back on me. He and I started
throwing blows at each other and we somehow ended up in the hallway on the floor.
Break it up, Osari. These niggas is fucking up my apartment! The rental office is
going to charge me for that dent they put in the wall! I heard my mother scream.

I aint got nothing to do with this shit here. You think youre Stiflers mom, dont
you? Osari asked my mother. Im going to end up fucking that nigga up too.
Osari, I will kick your ass, you hear me? my mother asked Osari.
Lee and I were still rolling around the floor, hitting each other. I elbowed him in the
mouth and blood squirted out. Osari finally pulled us apart with the help of my
mother.
Lee stood up, wiping his mouth. You bust my shit! he shouted.
Nigga, fuck you! I shouted back at him.
We can rap about this later, Lee said, digging his ringing cell-phone out of his
pocket. It was probably his shorty, Ivanka, calling him. He walked out of my
apartment with Osari shaking his head, walking out behind him. It was just my mother
and I standing in the hallway staring at each other.
She lit up her Black and Mild. You and that nigga is paying for that hole in the wall,
you do know that, right? my mother asked me.
I aint paying for shit. You smashing one of my niggas though, Ma? I asked,
hurt.
Im grown. I dont say shit about you fucking women my age and older! she
yelled at me.
Yes, you do. When I was fucking with Kiwanna thats all you used to fuss at me
about, I said.
And? What mother wants her child fucking with a woman who has a lot of damn
kids? Wasnt you giving her money for them nappy-headed rascals? You are still a
fucking child and thats not your responsibility! she yelled.
This shit is foul, I said, as I walked into my room and slammed the door.
What the fuck did I tell you about slamming my damn doors, Dezerelle? Nigga,
you can get the fuck out since you want to be grown! she hollered. I ignored her as I
rolled up my blunt and took a swig out of my bottle of Remy that was on my dresser.
My cell phone rang and it was Kiwanna calling me for the hundredth time.
WHAT! I answered the phone.

I need some money, Dez, Kiwanna shrieked, with her baby crying in the
background.
For what, man? I asked her.
Rayshawn needs some pampers, she answered.
What the fuck are you telling me for? I asked her.
Because he is your damn son, thats why, and if you dont bring me the
money, I will sit him at your front door in his carrier. Im sick of this shit, Dez. He
needs his father. You dont want me to call Desiree up and tell her, do you? she
asked.
Bitch, I will call CPS on you and tell them about them big-ass roaches you got
changing your babies pampers. Dont fuck with me, shorty. Im not in the mood. All
of a sudden Rayshawn is my son because I dont want to fuck with you no more? I
spat into the phone.
Think its a game. I will have police sent to your house! Kiwanna cried into the
phone.
Oh, word? Oh, you taking it there now, shorty? You want to play foul like that
now? Okay, call the police. And when you do you better make sure you have the
National Guard around your building because I will have that red dot trained on your
forehead as soon as you walk out of that building! I hollered before hanging up.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a baby crying and people
arguing. I opened up my door then walked down the hallway to the front door.
That damn baby is not my grandchild! my mother screamed at Kiwanna.
Oh, yes the fuck he is. Dez has been playing daddy for several months and he
cant just cut my son off like that. He needs his damn daddy! Kiwanna yelled.
Well, call on Jesus then because that lil boy aint my damn grandchild. If you
knock on my door again, bitch, I will beat that tired ass weave off yo head, my
mother fussed.
I dug into my pants pocket peeling off a few twenties, throwing them at Kiwanna.
Take that shit and get the fuck away from my door, I said to her. She picked up the

money, stuffing it inside her bra, jumped down the stairs, then took off running,
getting into her cab, leaving the baby behind.
My mother slapped me on the back of my head. You see what the fuck you got
yourself into, Dez? she asked. I been told you not to take care of something that
does not belong to you, my mother screamed. I picked up Rayshawns carrier then
took him in the house. He didnt have nothing on but a dirty, shitty pamper. He
smelled so bad I wanted to throw up.
Dez, what the fuck are you doing? my mother asked.
He is just a baby, Ma, I said, taking him into the bathroom with her following
behind me, cursing me out. I ran some bath water then took his pamper off of him. A
small roach crawled out of his matted hair. My mother stood in the bathroom looking
at me, then looking at him.
Hes your son, aint he? she asked.
I dont know, Ma, I said.
What do you mean, you dont know, Dez? she asked.
She was fucking around when she got pregnant. I wasnt the only nigga hitting
her, I said to her.
You fucked her without a condom? my mother screamed.
It was a mistake, I said.
Oh, no, not grown ass Dez! You dont make mistakes! You got everything all
planned out! You think you are grown, but at the end of the day you are only eighteen
years old! Now, look where this shit has gotten you! she yelled at me. I slammed the
door in her face then locked it.
Maybe you should start reminding yourself about my age when you ask me for
money for all the bills! You been asking me since I was fifteen to pay for shit, so,
technically I am grown! I spat from the other side of the door. She didnt respond,
she went into her bedroom, slamming the door. After I washed Rayshawn up, I went
inside my closet to get some stuff out. I had bought a lot of items for him, but
Kiwanna was starting too much shit, so I just kept it. Im glad that I did because he
didnt have nothing.
I fed him instant mashed potatoes and oatmeal. We didnt have nothing else that
a six-month old could eat. After he ate he went right to sleep on my bed. I called
Kiwanna and she answered the phone with music blasting in the background. Bitch,

you are dead. Why the fuck would you do this? He was filthy! I barked at her and
she just laughed.
I have six other kids that need my attention! They aint got no damn daddy!
They are either dead or locked up, so, he is your responsibility! Im tired of taking
care of him! I didnt even want him. I was on birth control and still got pregnant with
him! When I found out it was too late for me to have an abortion, so, he is better off
with you! she shouted into the phone, before hanging up.

I looked at Rayshawn as he slept and wondered if he was really my son.

When he was first born he didnt look like either one of us, now, he is starting to
develop some of my features. I searched the internet, looking for places to get a fast
DNA test done. It was expensive, but I was tired of not knowing and the guilt was
eating me up more and more every day.

Tassana
Its been almost a month since I last saw Osari. Today I was meeting him so that he
could spend some time with his son. I refuse to let him know where I lived. I know he
forgave me for stealing from him and all of my other dirt. Although, Osari thinks Im
mad that he cheated, its really the time frame that he cheated in. I feel empty inside
because I have no one, all because I have lived a trifling lifestyle. I have even thought
about ending my life, but the sounds of my sons cries are what brings me back to
reality. He is all I have and I cant let him down like I let everyone else in my life
down. I pulled into the parking lot at Walmart next to Osaris Cadillac. When he got
out his eyes bored into mines, his look so intense, I looked away as I opened the door
to the backseat. I reached across our babys carrier and unhooked the seatbelt. As I
was bent over, Osari was standing closely behind me. Too close. He purposely had his
dick pressed into my backside.
Damn, it. Can I have my space? I asked him.
Shut the fuck up, Tassana. What are you about to do? I see you rocking the new
short hair-do, got your tight pants on, your make-up done all nicely. Where the fuck
are you ready to go? he asked, taking the carrier from me.
O.J. started cooing then Osari smiled. Whats up, lil man? Your retarded-ass mama
aint tryna let daddy come home, Osari said to him. There was something about
Osari that seemed different. I think he is maturing. He isnt as evil as he used to be
although he says off-the-wall things at times. His physique has changed and he is now

sporting a beard that isnt long and nasty. It was trimmed to perfection. He looked
better than ever and I didnt think that was possible.
So, I will meet you back here on Sunday, I said to him. O.J. was spending the
weekend with his father.
You know you wrong for waiting this long to let me see my son. Our personal
problems aint got shit to do with me being able to see my son. Dont let this shit
happen again, Tassana, he said, grabbing my face, looking down into my eyes.
I smacked his hand away from me. Make sure that airhead doesnt come around my
baby, I said to him.
Airhead? Yo, what the fuck is you talking about? he asked.
Kyree. Muthafucka, dont act like you dont know. You was just fucking her
about a month ago. Maybe you still are fucking her. I dont care about that. You better
make sure that bitch stays away from my baby, Osari, I said to him.
Let me leave before I slap the fuck out of your hoe ass, he said.
Let me be a hoe. You been knew who I was. There has never been a question
about it. What you saw is what you got. So, if Im a hoe then what the hell are you,
Osari? I remember a time when you paid for the pussy and even if it was for five
hundred dollars, nigga, you wanted it and you still do. Have a nice day, I said,
getting inside my truck. He stared at me, seething, biting his bottom lip. I could tell I
struck a nerve, but he knew what he was doing by calling me hoe. He walked away
then I pulled off. When I got to the red light I burst into tears.

Lets hang out, Tassana! Kanae called and asked me. Kanae was my next door
neighbor in my old neighborhood. She and I still keep in contact. When I went home
from the hospital after my mother shot me, Kanae was there for me. In a short period
of time she has been a shoulder to lean on. Nights when I needed someone to talk to, I
could always call her and she would answer. She is another reason why I didn't
commit suicide, although I think a lot about it.
Hang out where, Kanae? You know Im more of a homebody now, I said.

Lets just go out and have fun. You need some air. You are still young, Tassana.
Dont let life pass you by like this. You only have one person to answer to and thats
God, she said.
I know that. I just dont feel like being around people, I said.
You need to meet new people. You cannot let Osari control you anymore. Look,
Im coming to get you, so be ready in a few hours, Im serious too. We are going to go
out and have fun, she said, prior to hanging up.
It took me an hour to get home and when I made it in the house I called Osari to
see what the baby was doing. I have to get used to him being away from me for a few
days.
YOOOOO, Osari answered.
What is the baby doing? I asked him.
Riding. We are on our way to see my mother, he answered.
Dont be smoking around him, Osari, I said.
Motherfucker, you really on some holier than thou bullshit, arent you? Why the
fuck would I smoke around him? Youre starting to piss me off, shorty. What, Im not
capable of being around my son? Is that what youre thinking? he shouted into the
phone.
NO, I said to him, then I heard his line beeping.
Are you still fucking Kyree? I asked him.
Can we talk about this another time? he asked me. Tears ran down my face.
You are arent you? I asked him, then he got quiet.
ANSWER ME. ARE YOU STILL FUCKING HER? I yelled.
Why are you doing this, Tassana? He asked, with a hint of sadness in his
voice. I hung up the phone then headed upstairs to my bedroom. I ran my bath and
eased down in the tub. My phone rang and I answered it without looking at the Caller
ID. HELLO, I spat into the phone.
Tassana? Tokyo asked me.
Oh, hey, Tokyo, whats going on? I asked, sitting up in the tub.
I was wondering if, Osari can bring the baby over for the day tomorrow. I heard
he had him for the weekend and I want to see him, but thats only if its okay with
you, she said.

Anytime. You dont have to ask. I know he is in good hands, I replied. The line
got quiet. I know she doesnt have much else to say to me.
I will talk to you later, I said, ready to hang up.
Tassana, wait I dont hate you, my sister said to me. Tears fell down my face.
Tokyo always had a good heart despite her hood ways.
I envied some things about Tokyo. I wished I was carefree and lived how I wanted to
instead of living how my father wanted. I wish I was free from it all, instead of being
in a shell all my life.
I wiped my eyes then she continued. If it wasnt for what you have done I
wouldnt be so happy right now. It brought Kauzie and me closer together in a sense. I
dont know where we will go from here, but I dont hate you, Tassana, she said.
You are the good twin. I chuckled.
Everyone has some of everything in them. You were just being a bitch. She
laughed.
I wasnt that bad, I said.
Oh, bitch, please. You was an evil bitch, she said.
And you are a ghetto bitch, but I love it, I said then she laughed into the
phone.
Oh, hoe, please. You are ghetto too. You just bougie with the shit. You got to be
a hood bitch to tolerate Osaris simple ass. That lil niggas mouth is a handful and he
is always looking evil, she laughed. After Tokyo and I talked for a few minutes we
hung up. Tokyo and I have a ways to go, but I will not rush it. Everything is on her
time because I hurt her. The fact that she called means a lot to me. I dont even expect
anything else from her.

After I bathed I got dressed in a black mid-sleeve romper and a pair of nude
pumps. I added my gold accessories then applied my make-up naturally. I grabbed my
blazer then headed into my kitchen to have a drink until Kanae arrived.

I cannot believe I let you talk me into coming here, I said to Kanae, walking
through the rowdy crowd. I was never into this kind of scene. Id rather sit at a lounge
listening to music. Having to stand up on my feet all night was a headache.

Oh, bitch, hush. Turn up, why dont you. You are young, beautiful, and single,
enjoy this damn night, she said, tossing her drink back. I was really a wine drinker,
but Kanae talked me into drinking Remy. Thank God I wasnt driving home.
The song All Eyes on You blasted throughout the club. I swayed my hips to the
beat, singing along to the lyrics. I felt a pair of strong hands on my waist, and the
smell of cologne hit me. Im not the type of nigga that dances but I just had to, his
deep baritone voice said into my ear. When I turned around there was a dark-skinned
tall guy standing over me. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He was
cute in the face and somewhat on the thick side. He wasnt sloppy, just real solid in
weight. His hair was dreaded up into a braid going down the middle of his head. The
diamonds in his ear and around his wrist must have cost a fortune.
So, you just come up to me, putting your hands around me? Nigga, my man
couldve been in here, I said, then he chuckled, showing his diamond gold teeth.
Zas dont care about that, sweetheart. If your man was in here he wouldnt let a
nigga like me get this close to you, he said.
I rolled my eyes then walked to the bar with Kanae following behind me. You know
who that is? she asked me.
Let me guess, the citys Kingpin? I asked.
No, silly. He is the owner of this club. He is also a bail bondsman. He has a
lot of positive things going on with him. He is about to open up another club thats
more upscale, she said, but for some reason I wasnt interested in him or any other
man. I wanted Osari to appreciate me.
Okay, Kanae, thats really nice, a black man that has something going for himself.
I can dig that but Im not interested, I said to her. A guy approached Kanae with rundown tennis shoes on, a wrinkled t-shirt, and a fake chain around his neck. The club
lights shined on him and I wanted to burst into a fit of laughter. His hair was brushed
to the side with a part going down the middle. He had white stuff caked on the inside
of his mouth and I wanted to puke. Kanae blushed when he grabbed her hand and I
wanted to die for her.
Kanae is a very pretty girl but her butt is pancake flat. She is light-skin with reddishbrown hair. She has small freckles on her cheeks and also wears glasses. She is a
sweet girl, but the men she chooses are always bums. Kanae is a college graduate with
a good job working for the government. I still dont understand her choices in men.

Hey, miss pretty lady, whats your name? My name is Jeff, he said, with spit
flying everywhere and his breath was horrible. Even that didnt stop Kanae for gazing
lovingly at him.
Kanae, are you okay? I asked her.
Yes, Im fine. Dont you see me getting my swerve on? she whispered. Jeff
looked at me then smiled as he dug up his nose.
Im sorry, my nose itches, I have allergies! he shouted just loud enough to be heard
over the music, while wiping his finger on his shirt. I almost lost my balance, my head
began to spin. That was the nastiest shit I had ever seen. Even in my thirsty days,
money wouldnt have been enough for me to even try that.
I excused myself, heading to the ladies bathroom to freshen up my make-up. I
pulled my cell phone out of my clutch and noticed I had a missed call from Osari. I
hurriedly called him back. He answered on the fourth ring.
Is everything okay? You need me to meet you? I asked ready to panic.
No, damn. You forgot to pack his butt cream and I wanted to know what kind you
use, he spat.
Oh, okay. Just use the baby powder scented Vaseline thats in his baby bag, I
said, wiping off my hands.
Ay, yo, where you at? he asked me.
At this club, I responded.
Oh, alright then. Ill let you go and have your get-back-at-a-nigga fun, he
said.
You really dont get it, do you? I asked him.
Get what? You are still mad at me because I cheated. I get that, Tassana. You
bring that shit up every time I talk to your simple ass. A nigga cant even have a
conversation with you without you cursing me out. I almost slapped the fuck out of
you earlier for getting real fly at the mouth. What do you want me to do, sit around
and wait for you to make up your mind about me? Im not doing that shit. I
apologized and that should be it, he responded, with bass in his voice. Osari was
angry and so was I.
Apologies dont mean shit when you keep doing it! I yelled at him.

You mustve really forgot about all that fucked up shit you did, but let me remind
your dumb ass. You aint fucking perfect. I made a mistake and you made plenty of
them, but I guess you think since you sat your retarded ass in church singing gospel
music that you are perfect now. Well, shit fucking happens and it just so happens my
dick ended up somewhere it shouldnt have been, he spat.
Are we finished? I asked, walking outside the back of the club to get some cool
air. There was also a lounging area outside out back. The place was really designed
nicely although it could do without the rowdy crowd.
You looking for me, beautiful? Zas asked, grabbing me by the hand.
Bitch, I will body you. You hear me. Who the fuck is that nigga? Oh, thats why
you tripping on me? Osari fired off into the phone.
Hang up on that nigga, I need your attention, Zas said, listening to Osaris deep
voice blaring into the phone.
Real nigga shit, Tassana dont even do it to yourself, shorty! he barked out,
sending chills up my spine.
Ill call you when I get home, I said to him, hanging up.
Look, here, muthafucka. I dont know you and, quite frankly, I dont want to get
to know you. Im not impressed by you, nigga, I spat and he smiled at me.
Im intrigued, shorty. Theres something about you. Like I stated before, if you
had a man you wouldnt be here, he said, eyeing me up and down lustfully.
You are absolutely right, I said, walking out of his face and back into the club. I
searched the crowd for Kanae. When I finally spotted her I couldnt believe my eyes.
Kanae and Jeff were on the dance floor kissing. I wanted to throw up. I couldnt take
it anymore. I went to the dance floor then pulled Kanae away from him.
I dragged Kanae out of the club. What is your problem? she asked me.
Have you lost your fucking mind? Did you not see the white shit on his lip? That
couldve been nut! Then the nigga dug up his nose! I yelled at her.
He is so sweet, Tassana, and he has a job, she beamed. I wanted to take my
clutch and pop her upside the head with it. Jeff came out of the club seething. What
is your problem? he asked me.

Sweetie, you are the problem. You stink, I said to him.

Oh, no you didnt, bitch, he said, pulling mace out of his pocket. I wanted to
kick my heels off, but being as though we were on Baltimore streets, I decided not to.
Are you serious right now? I asked ,not believing this.
Jeff, calm down. Lets all think rational here, Kanae said to him. I shouldve
stayed home, sipping my wine, browsing through my old pics of Osari and me. Id
rather be home and depressed then having to deal with this mess.
This is a joke, I said giggling. Jeff tried to charge into me but ended up on the
ground. He tripped over his shoe laces. Not only did he trip, his tennis shoe ripped
open. Kanae beat him with her purse, You son of a bitch! she yelled, fighting Jeff.
He grabbed his mace then started spraying her.
AHHHHHHHHH! she screamed, rubbing her eyes.
Yall fucking with the wrong nigga! Jeff screamed, trying to get up. I kicked
him between the legs as hard as I could then slammed my fist into his face.
You want to fight women? I yelled, swinging on him again. I had a lot of anger
built up inside of me. I let it all out with every punch that I connected to Jeffs head.
Aww shit, shorty fucking that nigga up, someone said in the crowd that started to
form around us. Jeff caught my leg when I kicked him, pulling me down onto the
ground with him. He slapped my face then I punched him. He and I rolled around on
the ground like two women. I dug my nails into his cheek and neck, kicking him off
of me.
Zas picked up Jeff then slammed him onto a car that was on the side of the
street. You want to fight women outside of my club? Zas said, slamming him again.
The police bum-rushed through the crowd, taking us all downtown for booking.
Justice for Freddy Gray, the crowd yelled, throwing things at the police officers
while they pulled me into a police car. A few people had their phones out, recording.
Kanae was kicking and screaming that her eyes burned but they ignored her as they
manhandled her.
This is going to be a long night, I thought to myself. The police car pulled off just as I
noticed the officers slamming Zas onto the ground, handcuffing him.

Osari
Tokyo came over to my house to watch my son, so that I could pick up his
mother from downtown. She needed someone to get her from the police station.
I apologize for calling you so late. I didnt want to ride through Baltimore City
with him, I said to Tokyo.
Youre okay. You lucky my man is sleep. He wouldnt let me leave the house at
this time of night, she said yawning.
He is in his crib sleep. His room is down the hall on the left. I just fed him so he
good, I told Tokyo. She nodded her head then walked down the hall. As I was
heading out Kyree was walking up the sidewalk.
What are you doing, Kyree? I asked her.
Keeping Tokyo company, what else would I be doing here? she asked.
Seriously? I asked, not wanting to get into it with her. Lately all Kyree and I have
been doing is fussing and fucking. I went a week without talking to her, then one night
she popped up at my crib. We were at the same club that night and we were just
avoiding each other. Anyways, shorty popped up on me then one thing led to another.
Im not going to lie, its hard resisting her at times. She is beautiful to me and her
body is off the charts, but deep down I know she still loves another man and I love
another woman. Our hearts belong to different people, yet were still fucking around
with each other.
So what, I cant come into your home now? Nigga, I was just in there the other
night, she said to me.
My son is in there and its late, I said.
I cant be around him? I still have yet to see him, Osari, she said.
See him for what? So you can determine if he is mine or not? My son aint got
shit to do with you. Why the fuck do you keep worrying about him for? I asked.
Im past that, I get that you accept that hoes baby, Osari, she said. My blood
boiled as images of me choking Kyree until she turned blue flashed inside my head.
Kyree has been on a Tassana rampage. Not a day goes by that she doesnt talk about
her.

Look, shorty. You aint coming into my crib. Now, what you can do is take your
dumb ass home and call that nigga, No Hands, up. I think you got me and that nigga
mixed up. Whatever problem you got with him is with him. All you and I do is fuck,
and as good of a woman as you are, you are really starting to make me treat you like
some random bitch. Now, take your ass home cause you aint coming around my
fucking son, I told her.
I walked away from her when all of a sudden she started fighting me. This broad is
really treating me like Im her ex nigga. She was scratching my face with her sharp
nails. I slapped her to calm her down.
You must forget I got hands, I said, as she held her face in shock. Tokyo walked
out of the building.
What the fuck, Osari, did you hit her? Tokyo asked, examining Tassanas face.
You damn right I slapped that bitch. She got my face bleeding and shit. Nonfighting bitch. You couldve at least swung on me. You got me out here looking like I
was fighting a cat, I said, as the wind blew, stinging my face.
Why did you invite her over here, Tokyo? I asked her.
I thought yall was seeing each other, Tokyo said.
Osaris mother doesnt want Kyree around him, I said. Kyree looked at me
with hurt in her eyes. This is all about Tassana? Is that who you are going to? You
got my friend watching your child while you go and fuck that hoe? Kyree asked me.
Tokyo, get your home girl, I said getting inside the whip, pulling off. Now I
had to explain why my face was fucked up to Tassana.

I arrived at the station almost an hour later. Tassana got inside my whip,
slamming the door. I noticed she had a bruise on her face. Who were you fighting? I
asked her.
No, nigga, the question is what bitch was fighting you? she asked, looking into
my face, then she burst into a fit of laughter. Kyree got your lying, no-good ass good,
didnt she? She stayed putting her hands on No Hands. Looks like you got yourself a
feisty one, she laughed, checking her face in the mirror.
I cant believe that nigga hit me, Tassana mumbled.
What nigga? I asked, slamming down on breaks.

None of your business, I just need to get a room, she spat. I jacked her up by
her blazer. Who was that nigga in the background? I asked, then she rolled her eyes.
I honestly dont know, she said calmly.
Whats the niggas name? I asked her.
Let it go. He already got his ass handed to him. You can drop me off at the
Marriot. It will be a cold day in hell before I let you see where I live, she said.
You shouldve taken a fucking cab then. What the hell you got me out here for?
Theres a hotel right around the corner, I said to her.
I thought maybe we could talk, but being as though someone beat me to it, I
changed my mind, so feel free to do your thing, Osari. Im not mad at you, she said
without emotion. I didnt know who this was.
I love you so much, even if it means letting you go, she said. I wanted to choke
her.
You aint letting shit go. Im tired of this mushy shit with your crazy ass, I said
then relaxed. Im not trying to do that, Tassana. I went against everything I stand for
to be with you, I admitted.
Your actions tell me otherwise. Maybe you arent ready. Im not going to stick it
out and find out, either. Every time I try to just say forget everything and move on, I
cant. Im constantly being reminded that there is another woman that you will not
leave alone, she said.
Okay, fuck it. I have still been sleeping with Kyree. She scratched me up tonight
because I wouldnt allow her to come inside of my crib to see our son and I told her
why she couldnt. I slept with her a few nights ago. Do I love her? No. Do I like
fucking her? Yes, I do, but thats all it was between us. Im telling you everything
because Im tired of all of this emotional shit, I said, to her then she burst into tears.
I have never been hurt like this before, she said, wiping her eyes.
I pulled up to the hotel Tassana wanted to stay at. She got out, slamming my door
after I parked. I texted Tokyo telling her she could take Osari with her when she left
since he was supposed to go with her anyway. I also told her to lock up my crib when
she left.
What are you doing? Shouldnt you be getting home to our baby? she asked.

He is with his aunt, I told her. I paid for the room then headed to the elevator.
Tassana was walking in front of me with her ass bouncing in her silk romper. Tassana
is the only plus-size broad that I had been with sexually. She thinks I dont like it but I
loved her thick, soft body underneath mine. When Im pounding into her, it made me
go inside of her deeper. Once we got on the elevator she didnt say anything.
Why are you so quiet? I asked her.
Im just worried about Kanae. She was taken to the hospital because she was
sprayed with mace. Her cell phone is dead. Hopefully she calls me back as soon as
possible, she said.
When we got to the suite I headed straight to the liquor counter. Tassana
headed to the bathroom. My cell phone beeped and it was Kyree texting me. She was
apologizing for getting out of hand and saying that she needed to work on her
personal problems. Kyree is a cool down-to-earth chick, but I really do believe she
treats me the way she does to make herself feel better about getting dogged out by her
ex. I took my shirt off then kicked my tennis shoes off. I sat on the couch flicking
through the channels.
When Tassana finished taking a shower she headed back to the bedroom.
Bring yo ass out here. What the fuck is wrong with your simple ass now? Youve
really gone crazy, you know that? You even hang out with weird muthafuckas.
Kanaes pilgrim-looking ass probably was talking to the lamest nigga in the club,
wasnt she? What happened to that big body, small head nigga she used to mess
with? I asked Tassana. Tassana came out of the back room laughing with a white
robe on.
Dont talk about Phillip. He was sweet to her, she said, sitting down next to me
on the couch.
Thats besides that point. That niggas head looked like an E-pill, I said, then
Tassana fell over laughing.
About time your freaky ass laughed. I was ready to choke your ass then give you
CPR just so a nigga can steal a kiss, I said to her, then she stared blushing.
UGHHHHHH. Why are you such a dick-head? she asked, laying her head down
in my lap. I bent down then kissed her cheek. Stop playing with me, Tassana, I said
to her.

Ill think about it, she said laughing.

Im not going to lie though, Im glad you dont have all of that long ass weave
in your head. Shorty, you was walking around like Rapunzel, I said chuckling, then
she pinched me while sitting up. When she got up I pulled her on top of me, palming
her meaty ass cheeks. We aint done, shorty, I said to her.
What you want? she spat.
Your midget ass, I said, squeezing her ass tighter. She stared down at my lips
then bit hers. Go ahead, I said. She started sucking on my bottom lip, gently biting
it. I know I always be calling shorty a hoe, but Tassana is a straight-up bedroom freak.
Her hand reached down rubbing on my dick that was straining to be released. I untied
her robe then sat up so she could straddle me. Her breasts popped out, so I hungrily
took them into my mouth.
OHHHHHHH, she moaned, gently grinding on me. I slid my finger into her and
she was tight, tighter than she has ever been. I know she was telling the truth about
not sleeping with another nigga.
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