Certified To Handle You 2

1. Renza Mensah

Royal Grove Pavillion

The whole time I moved through the crowd, I kept my eyes on Sha’Nelle ass, and it ain’t matter who stepped in front of me or what the fuck was goin’ on around me, ‘cause once I saw her standin’ there holdin’ that nigga hand, everything else stopped matterin’ to me.

I saw the second she noticed me too.

Her face changed just enough for me to catch it, and before I could even get close, she turned to that nigga and leaned up into him like she had somethin’ to say that couldn’t wait.

I couldn’t hear shit from where I was at, but I saw him nod, then kiss her cheek like he was comfortable doin’ that shit in front of everybody, and that shit sat wrong with me in a way I wasn’t even tryna hide.

Then he walked off, and I watched him go, really tryna figure out who the fuck he thought he was. The second he stepped away from her, she turned back around, and when she did, her eyes landed right on me.

I kept walkin’, and she met me halfway like she was ready to go to war with a nigga.

Before I could even open my mouth, her hand came up and balled my damn lips up, squeezin’ my face hard enough to shut me up mid-breath.

That shit caught me off guard for half a second, ‘cause of how fast she did it and how sure she was when she did it.

The shit hurt like a muthafucka but I was too mad to give a fuck.

“Come on,” she said low, but it wasn’t no softness in her voice.

She let my face go, grabbed my arm, and started pullin’ me with her like she already knew I was on bullshit and she was tryna get ahead of it before I turned this whole fuckin’ party upside down.

The way she just handled me though, like she could check me like this and I was supposed to fall in line behind it, ain’t do shit but add fuel to what was already buildin’ inside me.

By the time we hit the back door, I was already gone.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Renza?” She snapped, pushin’ at me.

That shit ain’t move me, though.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I shot back, stepin’ into her space and grabbin’ her by her throat, tryna squeeze the life out that muthafucka. “Why the fuck you walk in here with that nigga like that? Is you crazy?”

She hit me hard as hell, her palm crackin’ across my face, but I ain’t let go of her.

“Renza, get off me!” She snapped, her hands comin’ up to my wrist as she tried to pull my fingers from around her, but all that shit did was make me tighten my grip around her neck instead of loosen it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let me go!” She went on, slappin’ the fuck out my face again, and when I ain’t move, she slapped me again, this time harder. Her nails scraped against my skin as she tried to force space between us.

I felt every bit of that shit, but it ain’t do nothin’ to calm me down. If anything, it made shit worse.

“Why the fuck you bring that nigga around my family?” I shot back, my voice low but full of hurt and anger I wasn’t even tryna hide no more as I held her against the wall.

She kept fightin’ me, her hands movin’ between my wrist and my chest, pushin’, scratchin’ and doin’ whatever she could to get me off her, but I wasn’t budgin’, and the more she resisted me, the more the pressure built up in me in a way I couldn’t even control at this point.

“I said get off me!” She snapped again, her voice sharper now, but it ain’t carry no fear in it.

“Man, shut yo’ ass up! You bring that nigga around my family, and you thought I was just gon’ be cool with it?”

“Nigga, that’s my family too!” She shot back. “They was my family before you!”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I told her, squeezin’ her crazy ass harder. “You knew what the fuck you was doin’.”

She grabbed at my wrist, tryna pull me off her, her fingers diggin’ into my skin while she fought against me, but I ain’t let up. I kept my hand around her neck, holdin’ her in place while I looked down at her, and the more she struggled, the tighter my grip got without me even thinkin’ about it.

“Renza…” she said, but it ain’t come out the way it did before.

When I really looked at her, her eyes was glossy with tears sittin’ in ‘em, and it wasn’t fear lookin’ back at me. It was hurt. It was that same type of shit that had been sittin’ in me since I saw her walk in with that nigga, and seein’ it on her face like this did somethin’ to me I ain’t expect.

For a second, everything slowed down…

My hand was still on her neck, but the pressure wasn’t the same no more, and I felt my fingers loosen.

Sha’Nelle was hurt too…

That realization sat between us heavy as hell, and I swallowed hard with my jaw tight while I dragged my hand down from her neck, lettin’ her go even though everything in me still felt wound up and ready to snap.

“You don’t get to do this shit to me,” I said low.

She sighed under her breath, and let out a gasp like she was about to break down.

“You don’t get to tell me shit,” she shot back. “You was laid up with Reni for days, and I ain’t say shit. I understood that. I still do. But my life don’t revolve around you. I can’t just sit around waitin’ on you ‘cause yo’ fuckin’ communication skills is fucked up, Renza.”

“So, I just ain’t mean shit to you?” I asked, lookin’ dead at her.

She looked right back at me. “You ain’t treat me like I meant shit to you, so I’on know,” she replied.

That was the line that snapped whatever I had left holdin’ me back.

“You think you don’t mean shit to me?”

I grabbed her again, this time pullin’ her all the way into me, and when my mouth hit her neck, it wasn’t just this moment. It was everything that had been sittin’ in me since I saw her walk in this bitch with somebody else.

All this shit came out in the way I touched her, and in the way I pressed into her. I needed her to feel exactly what she just did to me without me havin’ to explain it.

“Renza—” she cried as she started pushin’ at me.

I ain’t stop….

Her hands was still on me, and she was fightin’ for real, pushin’ at my face and grabbin’ at my jaw like she was tryna force me off her.

Her fingers slid into my beard, tuggin’ hard enough to sting while she twisted her head away from me, doin’ whatever she could to create space between us, but I wasn’t lettin’ her go.

Every time she pushed, I came right back into her, and the more she fought me, the more it pulled that shit out of me instead of coolin’ it down.

“You don’t even want that nigga,” I said low against her ear, draggin’ my mouth down her neck again.

“Stop, Renza! Stop!” She begged, but it ain’t come out the way it did at first.

“Stop what?” I grunted in her ear, pullin’ back just enough to look at her.

She ain’t answer me, and her chest was risin’ and fallin’ hard against mine while her hands stayed on me, still pushin’, and tryna get me off her even as I kept pressin’ into her.

“Renza, stop,” she kept beggin’, but I ain’t slow down, and I ain’t pull back. I kept my mouth on her, draggin’ it along her neck while she turned her face away and tried to push at me again.

Hot tears was already runnin’ down her face, slidin’ past my hand and down her neck while she was still fightin’ me and sayin’ my name like she wanted me to hear her and stop at the same time. But I was already too far in it to pull back.

I grabbed her waist and pushed her dress up without givin’ her space to think, and when her hands came back to my arm, it wasn’t the same push she had a second ago. She was still holdin’ on, tryna slow me down, but her grip ain’t have that same force behind it.

“You gon’ do all that in there,” I said low against her ear, “then act like you don’t feel me now?”

She shook her head, and turned her face away from me while her tears kept runnin’.

I grabbed her waist and pulled her back into me before she could get any real space, and when she tried to twist away again, my hand slid down her thigh and I lifted it up, hookin’ it around my hip so she couldn’t step away from me even if she wanted to.

“Renza—” she cried, her voice breakin’ while her hands pushed at my shoulders, but I wasn’t listenin’. I was already gone, already movin’ and I kept one hand locked on her while the other dropped to my belt, unbucklin’ that shit fast and rough.

She was still grabbin’ at me, still sayin’ my name, and tryna push me off, but she wasn’t goin’ nowhere, and the more she fought me, the more I pressed into her instead of lettin’ up.

I shifted her just enough to get where I needed to be, slidin’ my hand under her dress while I pushed her panties to the side. When I pushed my dick inside her, she sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed me harder instead of pullin’ away.

“Yeah,” I said low in her ear, my grip tightenin’ on her thigh while I held her up against me, “I already know.”

She tried to hold it together, but her body was givin’ her away, and every time I rolled my hips and pushed all my dick deep in her, she reacted whether she wanted to or not.

Her fingers dug into me, her leg stayin’ locked around my waist while her head tipped back against the wall, and I felt that shit all through her like she couldn’t even hide it no more.

“You got that nigga out there thinkin’ he got you,” I said in her ear, my voice low and rough while I kept drivin’ into her. “He don’t even know who the fuck he dealin’ with.”

I dragged my mouth along her neck and sucked at her skin while I kept fuckin’ her against the wall, holdin’ her tight, not givin’ a fuck who walked past or who heard her.

“I fuckin’ told you,” I moaned, my voice thick while I kept hittin’ this pussy deep, not slowin’ down or lettin’ up. “I was gon’ kill any nigga you gave my pussy to. Now, I gotta kill this nigga, and punish you.”

“Renza…” she cried, her voice breakin’ while she wrapped her leg tighter around me, pullin’ me in closer every time I pushed my dick in and out of her.

“Yeah, I know that nigga ain’t hittin’ my pussy right, ‘cause this muthafucka still tight and wet just for me.”

I kept fuckin’ her right against this damn wall, keepin’ the same rhythm. Her body gave in more and more until I felt that cream start to slick up on my dick, gettin’ thinner the longer I stayed in it.

“Yeah…” I moaned, pressin’ deeper and pickin’ up my pace while I felt that shit buildin’ in her.

“That nigga ain’t makin’ you cum. I can tell. Mmmhhmm… My pussy tellin’ all yo’ business.”

“Fuck!” she cried while cumin’ on my dick, her body tightenin’ around me while she shook against me, and I felt every bit of that shit while I kept movin’ through it.

The way she came had everything wetter and warmer, and that shit pushed me right there with her. I felt my shit buildin’ up fast. My grip tightened on her thigh while I thought about nuttin’ in her just to show her ass somethin’, but I ain’t do it.

I pulled out instead, my hand movin’ down to my dick while I stroked it rough and quick, watchin’ her while I came hard as fuck, my chest tight and my head still not right from everything that just happened.

The second I was done, her hand came up and cracked across my face again. The slap was hard enough to sting, but I ain’t flinch or step back. I just stood here and took that shit, my eyes locked on her while that feelin’ sat on my skin.

“If I walk back in there, and I see that nigga, I’m killin’ him.”

Her eyes filled, but she ain’t say nothin’. She just turned and went back inside.

I watched her go for a second, then followed behind her like nothin’ even happened, grabbin’ a napkin off the table and wipin’ my hands.

I looked around the pavilion and ain’t see that nigga nowhere in sight.

Then I walked back over to Pressure and ‘Lo like I never left, and they both looked at me in a way that told me they already knew what time it was without me sayin’ shit.

Neither one of ‘em asked me shit and neither one of ‘em needed to, ‘cause whatever was on my face or in my energy said enough for all of us.

I stood here with ‘em, my hands clean and my expression straight, but everything in me was still sittin’ high from what just happened. Even though I blended right back into the party like I was supposed to be here, my attention stayed locked on Sha’Nelle as she moved through the crowd.

I watched her walk past Toni with that same fast pace, and I saw Toni turn and follow behind her, confused as hell, tryna figure out what just happened.

I ain’t say nothin about it, and I ain’t move toward her again, but that ain’t mean I was lettin’ this shit go.

In my head, I was already on her ass, ‘cause whatever space she thought she just created between us wasn’t real, and I already knew I wasn’t done with her.