Amirya
True walks into the living room and takes it upon himself to snatch the remote from the coffee table, cutting off our TV. I don’t know why True is doing this shit to piss me off. I know True can see I’m watching TV.
I got up from the sofa and set my cereal bowl on the coffee table. I tried to snatch the remote from True, but he held it above me so I couldn’t reach it. I don’t feel like playing with True this morning.
I was in the middle of watching my TV show, and he knows how I get. I folded my arms across my chest. True, he knows at this point I’m pissed the fuck off, and it ain’t no telling what I’m finna do.
I rolled my eyes at True.
Silence.
He closes the gap between us.
Fuck True.
I hate how fine and thuggish True is… True is a hood nigga at heart. Any bitch who looks at him can tell he’s straight from the slums, Addison Courts, to be exact.
True stands about 6’3”, easily pushing 240, maybe 250, all solid muscle. Not gym pretty—street built. The kind of body that blocks doorways and makes other niggas reconsider their posture.
His skin is dark and smooth, the color of melted chocolate in low light. He keeps a low fade with deep waves that catch when the sun hits just right. His beard is thick and full, groomed with intention—never wild, never sloppy.
True, don’t play around with his appearance.
His brows sit heavy over his eyes, naturally arched as if they’re permanently judging the room. If you ever get close enough—close like I do—you’ll notice the small teardrops inked beneath them.
Not for decoration.
For history.
His cheekbones cut sharp but not hollow. His nose is full and slightly hooked, giving his profile a gangsta edge. And his mouth… his lips are full and dangerous. When he smiles—which ain’t often—gold and diamonds flash back at you like a warning.
True doesn’t walk into rooms.
He occupies them.
And the crazy part?
He knows exactly what he looks like.
“Amirya, why are you looking at me like you wanna fuck?”
“You wish?”
“I know you heard me talking to you.”
“You don’t need me to do shit. You got workers; get them to do it.”
I ain’t feeling True right now. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t fix his ass any breakfast this morning. I ain’t cooking this nigga shit.
I know True wasn’t with Simmy and Coop because I was on the phone with Bianca and Aisha when those niggas got home. Where was True?
I didn’t trip because everything a nigga does in the dark comes to light. If True were doing anything other than handling business, we would have some fucking problems.
“Amirya, I know what I have, but I’m asking you to do me a favor.”
True has run out of favors with me.
“It’s going to cost you.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Do you want me to pay you in dick or in cash?”
Given how I’m feeling, it’ll be a minute before I give True some pussy.
“You can pay me in cash, nigga.”
True pulls my body next to his. I tried to push True away from me. True’s hands caress my body; his hands cup my pussy roughly, making me aroused instantly. True whispers in my left ear.
“Aye, Amirya, you want me to fuck you?”
“Nope, I’m good… True, do me a favor, because I’m not in the mood.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to stop playing with me. You see, I’m trying to watch TV.”
“I need you to do me a favor.”
I mushed True in his face and grabbed the remote control to cut the TV back on. True cuts the TV back off.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
“Because I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Aye, Amirya, what’s your problem?”
I might as well go ahead and let this nigga have it since he keeps pressing me.
“It’s you, nigga… You are my problem. So don’t act like you didn’t walk into this house at 4:00 am. I called your phone a few fucking times, and you didn’t answer.”
“I was handling some business. I got a little more shit to do since Chauncey got banged up.”
“And… Simmy and Coop were at home.”
“I know I had to swing by Palisades to look at some footage from the club to see who the niggas were that were trying to press Chauncey in the club; it took a while. I’m not out here fucking around on you.”
“So, you couldn’t call me or shoot me a text to let me know?”
“I could’ve, but I didn’t feel I had to. I need you to trust me.”
“I need you to communicate a little fucking more.”
“I don’t want to argue, Amirya.”
“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you had called or texted me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You should be.”
“I still need you to do something for me.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“I need you to go to the abortion clinic.”
I know this nigga didn’t say what I think he said.
“What the fuck am I going to an abortion clinic for?”
“Damn, can I finish without you popping off?”
“Maybe, but I don’t like the way this shit sounds.”
“Amirya, I’m finna bend yo ass over after this and stretch yo ass out so you remember who’s running shit.”
“Whatever.”
“I need you to pull up at the abortion clinic on 19th Street to see if it’s a chick named Kori who works there and used to fuck with Chauncey.”
I swear, Rhy is going to end up hurting Chauncey.
“Y’all think this Kori bitch had something to do with Chauncey getting shot?”
“Yes, it’s a strong possibility.”
“So, what do you want me to do?”
True gives me the rundown of what Tamika told them about the Kori chick. Ugh, I’m starting to not like Chauncey’s ass.
“Can you handle this lil business for me?”
“I guess.”
“What’s up with you, Amirya?”
True takes a seat on the sofa and pulls me into his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist, buries his face in the crook of my neck, and sucks on my neck.
“I know you hear me talking to you.”
“I do.”
“So, you can’t talk to me? I said I was sorry.”
“I heard you.”
“What’s wrong, Amirya?”
“Since this shit happened with Chauncey, True, you’ve been neglecting me, my feelings, and home, and I don’t like it.
I understand your position in the streets, but I need you to understand your position at home.
I’m not trying to compare you to Simmy and Coop, but I want my man home at a decent hour. ”
“I don’t want to lie in bed wondering whether you’re okay or whether you’ll make it back home to me. I don’t like the way you’ve been moving lately.
True grabs a handful of my hair, forcing me to look at him. He drops a kiss on my lips.
“I’m sorry, Amirya. I don’t want to beef with you, but this shit with Chauncey has me feeling some type of way; that’s my partner. I’ve been in these streets heavy, trying to figure out who did this shit so I can get at these niggas. I’m sorry for neglecting you. It won’t happen again.”
“It had better not, or I won’t be here when you finally decide to come home.”
True grabs my hair roughly, forcing me to look at him.
“What the fuck are you on?”
“I’m just telling you how I feel.”
“Why do I feel like you’re trying to leave me?”
“I don’t want to leave you, True, but the shit you got going on in the streets. I don’t want you out all night, so I’m asking you to be home by 10 pm. It’s no reason for you to be out all day.”
True starts laughing. I’m serious; ain’t shit funny.
“12 am.”
“11 pm.”
“If I’m home by 11 pm, what are you going to do for me?”
“Nothing.”
“I want a home-cooked meal, and I want some pussy and head right after.”
“We’ll see.”
“I’m serious if you want me at home by 11 pm. I want my dinner in the microwave ready when I walk through the door, and by the time I make it to our room, I want your legs wide open, ready to catch this pipe I’m finna lay.”
“True, you act like you ain’t getting any pussy.”
“I never said that, but I feel like your ass can be giving me more.”
I ignored True and retreated upstairs to our room, and he followed right behind me. I picked up the pace because I’m not trying to fuck. I want to get this shit over with.
“Amirya, why yo ass running?”
“Because you want me to go check on one of Chauncey’s hoes, and you’re trying to get some pussy right now. I won’t make it over there today.”
“I’mma let yo ass off the hook right now, but tonight it’s going down. I’ll be home early tonight. I can’t wait to tear that ass up.”
“We’ll see what you want me to cook.”
“I want you to cook this dick right now.”
“True… Bring yo ass home on time, and I got you tonight.”
“You ain’t got no fucking choice, but you’re gonna pay for this shit later.”
“We’ll see.”
True pinned me to the bed and shoved his tongue down my throat. Gosh, I want this nigga the worst way, but I’m standing my ground.
“Move True.”
“And if I don’t.”
“True, please.”
We took a long, hot shower together. I emptied True’s nuts; it wasn’t like I had much of a choice. I had a few missed calls from Aisha and Bianca. I called Bianca back first, but she didn’t answer, so I called my sister Aisha to see what was up with her.
“What up, hoe? I’ve been calling yo ass all morning. Let me guess: True has been playing in your mouth; that’s why you can’t talk.”
“Fuck you, troll.”
“So, it’s true?”
“Umm, huh, because I wasn’t giving him any pussy. True topped me off, and I topped my man off 69, hoe.”
“I didn’t need to know all that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I did not… All you had to say. I was sucking True’s dick.”
“Fuck you, Aisha, you’re really slick at the mouth. Coop must be gone.”
“Yeah, he just left.”
“You heard from Bianca?”
“Yeah, earlier we tried to call you on a three-way. She said Rhy got into a fight with one of Chauncey’s hoes at the hospital the other night.”
“Damn already.”
“Yep.”
“Did Coop tell you anything about Chauncey?”
“What do you mean?”
“True, he wants me to pull up on some bitch who may have had something to do with it. I was trying to see if y’all wanted to ride with me. I hope I don’t have to beat any ass today.”
“Who is the bitch?”
“Some chick named Kori; she works at the abortion clinic on 19th Street.”
“So how does she tie into all of this?”
I fill Aisha in on what True told me, leaving nothing out.
“Girl, this is a lot; Tamika was screaming that she was pregnant by Chauncey.”
“Umm, huh, and lied.”
“Bitch, Coop didn’t say shit when he came home.”
“Yeah, I was finna beat True’s ass this morning, so he had to start talking.”