Chapter 3
Niko Freeman
“Stop playin’ and ride my shit. You wanna be my wife. Ride this dick like you want my last name,” I said gripping Yanna’s meaty ass on each side.
The water around us splashed out of the pool as Yanna rode the fuck out of my dick.
Her tight pussy having ass had my head gone.
The second my dick slid inside of her, it was a wrap.
I was finna be in this pussy for a few days.
To think I almost didn’t come this fuck ass party.
Nakeem knew I didn’t fuck with parties. All I needed was a blunt and a bottle.
I wasn’t pressed to have a bunch of fake ass mutha fuckas in my face.
The life I lived, I learned to keep my circle small.
Niggas and bitches were always looking for a come up.
The more you let mutha fuckas surround you, the more they thought they could fuck you over which is why I stayed to myself.
I was the oldest of five boys from my mama.
My mama, Pricilla, was a hot ass mess at best. Money was her motivator in all she did.
Which is why she had four baby daddies even though she was married to my brothers, Nakeem and Yaro’s daddy, Karl.
Pricilla and Karl together were toxic as fuck.
He cheated just as much as my mama did. I was shocked Karl and her lasted as long as they did.
My daddy, Addien, got the fuck on after he saw the shit my mama was tryna pull.
My daddy came from the streets, he made a name for himself by being one of the first millionaires out the hood.
Unlike most niggas, my daddy wasn’t content with selling dope all his life.
He wanted more, and he got it once he opened up his first gas station that turned into two, then three, and now he had twenty gas stations throughout Beaumont and surrounding cities.
Of course, my mama saw dollar signs when she caught my daddy’s eye.
You ask my daddy, he would always say my mama poked holes in the condom. That’s how I got here.
My mama thought my daddy was gonna make her his wife; she was salty as fuck when he told her to kick rocks.
My mama put him on child support so quickly, but he didn’t care as long as he got to see me.
Since then, my mama hated my daddy and did everything in her power to make me hate him just as much.
I loved my daddy though, he always made sure I was straight.
When I decided to get my hands dirty, he was there to guide me and teach me the game.
You could say my daddy was wrong for allowing me to go down that road, but I disagreed.
He knew he couldn’t stop me, the streets were in my blood.
The allure of the streets called out to me.
Even more so when my daddy got married to Connie.
I had no real supervision then both my parents were preoccupied.
That’s when my mama came home with Karl talking about they were married.
Karl wasn’t shit forreal. He pretended to be something he wasn’t.
He had my mama thinking he was rich, but in reality, he didn’t have shit, and he had a mean ass gambling problem.
Once my mama had Yaro, the nigga didn’t even pretend anymore.
I guess he figured she was stuck ‘cause she had a kid by him. He had the right one because Pricilla went and found her some rich niggas to start taking care of her. For years, they’d fight about it, but Addien never really tried to stop my mama from doing what she was doing because it was paying for his gambling addiction.
I thought the shit was weird as fuck, and as much as I respected my mama for making sure we were good, I never got why she couldn’t just go get a regular job like other females.
She basically selling pussy, no matter how you sliced the shit.
Addien was a bitch for allowing my mama to go out like that.
I promised myself once I got old enough, I’d make enough money so my mama could stop doing what she was doing.
In my mind, I was gonna take care of her so she wouldn’t have to depend on any other nigga.
I remember when my mama found out she was pregnant with Titon.
Her and Karl went at it real bad ‘cause he knew Titon wasn’t his.
That didn’t stop my mama from having Tition.
We never found out who Tition’s dad was, but our mama hated Titon’s dad more than my dad.
Which said a lot because she never had anything good to say about my dad.
Titon didn’t fool with our mama ‘cause whatever hate she had for his dad, she took out on him. I hated how our mama treated Titon growing up. Karl treated Tition better than our own mama did. I don’t know if it was out of pity or what, but Karl looked out for him and made sure Titon didn’t go without.
Eventually, our mama got pregnant with Nakeem, who turned out to be his son.
Karl got him DNA tested even though Nakeem and Yaro favored each other more than the rest of us.
I guess when you were dealing with a broad like my mama, it was better safe than sorry.
Then my brother Sonni was born, and Addien knew instantly he wasn’t his son either.
Sonni looked just like his daddy, Sonni Sr. I guess my mama really loved the nigga, but he was broke.
So over the years, she always doubled back to fuck with him.
From what I remember, after Sonni was born, my mama was supposed to leave Addien to be with Sonni Sr. but he got killed.
My mama was fucked up behind that nigga’s death.
She blamed everybody around her for Sonni Sr.’s death.
From what I understood, the nigga was grimey as fuck and stayed into some shit.
He owed hella niggas, so there was no telling who did the shit.
Karl gave no fucks after Sonni was born, he cheated without a care.
He ended up having a few seeds outside of their marriage too.
My mama never let Karl bring his outside kids around us.
It was fucked up, but that was her mentality.
Karl would spend weeks away from home to be with his other kids.
Yaro and Nakeem didn’t meet their younger sisters until they were grown.
Our mama was pissed, but by then, we learned to ignore her when she went on her tirade.
Our mama liked to put on for people. She wanted mutha fuckas to believe her and Karl had the perfect marriage.
To the point she told everybody Karl was all of her son's dad except me. Like the simp he was, Karl went along with it too. I learned to stay out of that shit once I got old enough because my mama wasn’t ever going to leave Karl, and I wasn’t finna be stressed behind two grown ass people.
I stopped focusing on tryna save my mama and started focusing on myself.
Me and my brother built an empire together.
I started off selling weed, and a nigga made money, but it was slow money.
Weed wasn’t like other shit. People weren’t coming back multiple times a day to get their fix.
Yaro was the one who came to me with the idea of selling hard.
From there, we took off. It was just Yaro and me for a while, then Nakeem came in with pills.
I didn’t think the shit would be worth it.
He proved me wrong. Titon used to run with some Haitian niggas, and he got a connect with weapons, so we added that shit too.
In ten years, we’d all made names for ourselves in the streets.
We were rich as fuck, and life was good.
Our youngest brother, Sonni, we made sure he kept his ass in school as long as we could.
The nigga was fire on the field, he was destined for the NFL.
We stayed low key at first until we were able to open up front businesses.
That’s where our mama came in. She ran all of our businesses that washed our dirty money.
Life was lovely for a while. All that shit ended when Sonni tore his acl.
He couldn’t move the way he used to, so football went out the door.
My little nigga was depressed. I tried to encourage him to finish college, but he wasn’t hearing me.
He wanted in. I was against that shit. Sonni was low key spoile—the nigga had a more comfortable life than we did.
Sonni did what he always did when he couldn’t get his way—he ran to our mama.
I wish I would have never let her talk me into letting Sonni get on with us.
Letting him into that life ended in his death, and I still hadn’t forgiven myself for that.
It was like when Sonni died, shit started falling apart.
Shortly after Sonni’s funeral, Tition, Nakeem, me, and Ryker, Sonni’s best friend, were arrested.
A nigga was heated because it was a bunch of petty shit that didn’t make sense.
Nakeem got six months for some weed he had on him.
Tition got a year for a bag of powder they found in the backseat of his car.
Some pills were supposedly found on Ryker, and I got the most time because an unregistered gun was in my car.
The thing was, all my guns were legal. I made sure of that.
We all knew someone was tryna set us up, nothing they had on us was serious.
Yaro held all our shit down while we were locked up.
Now that we were all out, it was time to figure out who the fuck set us up. Which is why I wasn’t tryna party with no fucking body until I knew my enemies were dead. I had to thank Yaro for talking me into coming. I didn’t give a fuck if it was my welcome home party or not.
Watching Yanna’s chocolate ass bounce on my dick while her sexy moans echoed through the room had my dick harder than a rock. This was the best welcome home gift I could've asked for.
“Unnn, your dick is sooo big, Niko.” I swear I was ready to bust in this girl's pussy. It made no sense how much I was enjoying this shit.