Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
KENDRALL
“ G et your fine ass in this house. Fuck, baby. You got my dick hard as shit. You know how hard it was to contain this in front of your family?”
She blushed as she walked past me. I couldn’t help but smack her ass. Those high-waisted jeans looked like they were painted on her thick ass. She could say what she wanted to. I knew she wore this shit for me. I wasn’t in the least bit complaining. I was grateful as hell.
I closed and locked the door then took her duffel bag to my bedroom. We would have to make a trip to get the rest of her things, and I couldn’t wait for the moment. I would make sure I took Uncle Storm with me. It would be the perfect opportunity to make things right with him. He hadn’t said a word to me since that day he threatened to fuck me up, and we’d seen each other a few times since then. He was stubborn as hell.
I was stubborn at times, too, but I knew I was wrong this time. I shouldn’t have come at him like that. He hadn’t really done anything to warrant my attitude. Cassie had me in my fucking feelings for months, and I was at my breaking point that day.
I would definitely have my dad and Christian with me when we went, and Jacob, too, if he was free. I was pretty sure Mr. Price wouldn’t miss the opportunity either. I could tell by staring into his eyes that he wanted to go over to that house right then and fuck that nigga up. My angry ass would have been right with him too. I already knew, the second I would have seen that nigga, I would’ve snapped.
When I came back to the front room, she was seated on the couch and had taken off her strappy heels. I didn’t know what I did to deserve her back in my life, but I couldn’t help but thank Jehovah. He took me through a process to get to her, but He didn’t let me down. I swore Cassie was playing fucked up games with me at first. She was just doing her best to fight her attraction because of the situationship she was in.
I sat next to her, and before I could say a word to ask what had happened, she straddled my lap. My hands went to her ass, and my dick was about to burst through my clothes and hers to get to that kitty cat. The doorbell ringing threw us off though. I rolled my eyes then kissed Cassie’s lips. I didn’t know which one of those niggas was at my door, but I was gonna run them off quick, fast, and in a hurry.
Karima had already left for Chicago… her and Mrs. Shana, a family friend. Aunt Tiff usually accompanied her, but Milana was competing this weekend too. Since they were in different associations, their schedules clashed sometimes. I hated that, because it split our in-person support.
When I got to the door and I saw Jacob, I knew some shit had either popped off, or he was trying to avoid it. One of the two. But he was gon’ have to move around because I had pussy to get to. I was like a fiend needing my next hit when it came to Cassie. I couldn’t have all that temptation in front of me and not be able to indulge.
I opened the door, and his frown only deepened. “What’s up?”
“I’m gon’ kill that bitch.”
He brushed past me, walking to my bar to get a drink. When he saw Cassie, his frown faded a bit. “Fuck. I didn’t realize you had company. I’ll go somewhere else.”
“No. Stay. I’ll be here. Kendrall, I’ll go to the room to give the two of you some privacy,” Cassie said as she stood from the couch.
I scanned her body from her ass in those tight ass pants to her titties, sitting just right in that crop top. I licked my lips and nodded then watched her walk to the bedroom. When I got to the bar where Jacob had sat, I could see the anger all over him. “Man, what happened?”
“I’m tired of dealing with that bitch. Her brother ran up on me today at the carwash in Beaumont.”
I frowned hard. “Who? Traylon?”
“Yeah. He thought he was finna manhandle me, but I had to show him that I wasn’t the one. I try to keep the peace with everybody, and I think people think I’m weak because of that. He learned differently when I knocked out his fronts. Dumb ass muthafucka.”
I glanced down at his hand and noticed it was somewhat swollen. “That just happen?”
“Yeah. I came straight here.”
I went to the kitchen to put some ice in a towel. Our generation of Hendersons seemed to be just as fucked up as our parents. I didn’t know why people always wanted to try us, like because we were Hendersons, we would avoid confrontation. If anything, we were the total opposite. We would engage and diffuse any damn situation, simply because we were Hendersons. One day, these niggas were gonna learn.
Christian had to fuck up Mya’s ex, and I had a feeling I was gonna have to fuck up Cassie’s ex. Mesani wasn’t going to bow out easily. If he pressed charges on my baby, I would stop at nothing to see him suffer. I handed Jacob the towel of ice, and he applied it to his hand. After taking a deep breath, he said, “I have a feeling I’m gon’ be getting arrested soon.”
I frowned hard. “Why the fuck you think that?”
“Because one more muthafucka come at me, I’m gon’ snap they fucking neck. I can’t keep dealing with this shit, and she know she under my fucking skin like poison ivy. She irritating the fuck out of me, and I’m one step from blowing her brains out. Real shit.”
I could see just how serious he was. Unfortunately, I had no words for him. I wasn’t the best nigga to tell no shit like that to. I would amp him up to go do it. This was when I needed Karima. She was at that damn rodeo. I slid my hand down my face before saying, “I know it’s hard, man, but think about Aunt Jen, Jess, Uncle Carter, and CJ. That would tear them apart.”
“I know. That’s why I haven’t done it yet. There’s only so much a person can take. I filed the restraining order, and she violated that shit. Now she sending other people to get at me. I don’t know what else to do.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but have you talked to Uncle Storm? That nigga petty as hell and can probably think of something to do to make that shit stop.”
“Naw, I haven’t talked to him, but I’ll probably have to. He can’t stand her family.”
I nodded and chuckled, thinking about how Christian said he told Courtney her breath stank. Courtney was Jameka’s cousin, and it seemed like they had a serious infatuation with Henderson dick. I wondered if my dad or any of my uncles had gotten involved with their family or if this was exclusive to our generation. Aunt Tiffany seemed to know some shit, too, when she was talking to ol’ girl’s mother after Jess whupped her ass.
He downed his drink and sat quietly for a moment. I supposed he was mulling things over in his head. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called Uncle Storm. That nigga answered with plenty of noise, but that wasn’t unusual.
“Don’t tell me. You tired of fucking with them people, and you need me to fuck they world up. I’ve been expecting this call for a long ass time. I will gladly help you handle those bitches.”
“Damn. What’s up to you too, Unc.”
I slowly shook my head as Uncle Storm said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. What’s up, lil nigga? Come to my house. I got plenty of info that will have those bastards begging for mercy.”
“A’ight. I’m on my way.”
He ended the call and stood from his seat. I stood with him. “Uncle Storm’s level of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ is unmatched. I swear.”
That nigga had no bounds when it came to fucking up somebody’s life. You would think they knew better by now. I supposed their parents didn’t tell them any better.
I kissed Cassie long on the lips in front of our entire families. The unverbalized questions from my side of the family had me chuckling. I could see it in their demeanors, especially Christian’s. The only person that knew what was up was my dad. No one else knew the entire story. They would after this competition. I had to get this win in the bag.
If I won, I would win eighty grand tonight. I was so hype. My dad was planning a dinner for tomorrow to celebrate Karima and me doing our thing. She had won first place a little earlier today, and I was so proud of her. She would be flying home in the morning and said she had something to tell us.
I didn’t know what she could possibly have to say to where we all needed to be in attendance, but whatever it was, it had me nervous. Karima was somewhat of a loner, and I was hoping she wasn’t about to tell us she was leaving Nome. While she got on my nerves sometimes when we were growing up, I wouldn’t trade that shit for the world. She was more than a sister. She was my confidant, my counselor, and my best friend.
I hadn’t heard how Milana and Rylan had done yet. They were at a local rodeo in Liberty, if I was remembering correctly. Both were trying to make names for themselves. Milana was coming up fast and would give Karima a run for her money soon if she stayed with that event. However, like mother like daughter, she was trying to break into bareback riding as well. No woman had dominated that event since Tiffany Henderson fucked it up without lube.
I kissed Cassie again before heading to the back. “I pray you do well, baby,” she said as I pulled away from her.
“I will do well. I’m speaking that, baby. After this competition, I don’t have another one for an entire month. You better make sure that birth control is a strong dosage.”
She blushed slightly. “Kendrall, I’m not changing my birth control. If you haven’t noticed, I fuck wit’chu heavy. Whatever happens, happens. You’re my love, and I have no doubts about us.”
“Well, fuck. Talk nice to me then. You gon’ mess around and make me miss this money.”
She giggled as I pulled her back to me. Cassie was just who I needed in my life. After Jacob left, it took us a lil bit to get back in the frame of mind we were in. We ended up deciding to just get some sleep. I needed every minute of sleep I could muster to get ready for today. I would have fucked her until the cows came home.
“A’ight, a’ight. Go do what you came here to do,” Mr. Price said playfully.
I lightly kissed Cassie’s lips again and walked off before I couldn’t. That woman owned me… every piece of me. I slapped my dad’s hand and gave him a half hug as he said, “Put that work in, son.”
“I got it. I always do.”
This competition was important for me. If I won, this would solidify my standings in the top fifteen. I would be eligible to go to the championship competition. The purse was a cool million dollars. Nothing would get in the way of me getting my money. I didn’t give a fuck if somebody was tryna kill me. They’d have to take me out on the back of Suge.
Suge was my horse. That nigga was a whole gangster in these rural streets. He was big and didn’t take no shit. I literally watched him bite another horse in the pasture and kick the shit out of him all because he’d eaten some feed out of the trough before him. The trough was for all four of the horses I owned, but his ass bullied all of them. It was like they knew they were supposed to let him eat alone first, and they got whatever he didn’t want or was too full to eat.
I should have named his ass Storm Henderson. Suge was a bully just like his ass. If the other horses looked like they were having fun without him, he broke their shit up. He was my cutting horse though. His ass would have been out on the streets if he wasn’t. When it came to cutting, Suge was a beast. This competition was more about him than me. He did all the work. I was just the rider.
This competition was about show. It judged the horse’s agility and strength. They gave me numbers, indicating which cows had to be isolated from the herd, and Suge’s job was to keep them isolated for a certain amount of time. One of the cows had to be a deep cut, which meant it had to be deep within the herd, toward the middle instead of the periphery.
Because of how aggressive Suge was, it took work for him to be gentle with the cow when isolating it. That nigga would push her to the ground. That was a steep penalty. The other penalties were no issue for Suge, because we were able to effectively do our job within that two-and-a-half-minute timeframe. He was also good at focusing on the job and not trying to go back to the herd.
When I got to where I needed to be, my phone rang. That was unusual, because people I was close to knew that I was at a competition. I checked it to see it was a number I didn’t have saved in my phone. I didn’t bother answering, because I didn’t need no bullshit occupying my mind right now. I powered the phone down and made my way to Suge.