3. Mattea
Chapter Three
MATTEA
I couldn’t wait to get home and unwind; I hated flying out and going through the airport.
It was a chaotic place to be, and my anxiety was always high.
I sat in the passenger seat of my best friend Hakeem’s car, looking at the big ass engagement ring that Chad had given me.
I wondered how much it was worth. I was going to hold onto it for a while, then cash out on it later.
My phone had rung for the fifth time since Hakeem picked me up, and I decided to turn the shit off.
I wouldn’t need it for the next couple of days.
It was my work phone. I was happy, I never gave Solace my personal number.
“You know, you should stop messing with that nigga.” Hakeem reasoned. I gave him a knowing look.
“Trust Keem, I already know. I got drunk and Solace lips that night looked magnificent.” I chuckled looking out the window. I was happy to finally be back in Cali.
“How’s everything going with your health?
You didn’t have no episodes while out there, did you?
” I shook my head no because Hakeem always worried about me.
We had been tight since middle school, and I loved him like one of my siblings.
The more I learned about him the more intrigued I became.
His family was powerful like mine, so we had a lot in common.
We constantly vented to each other and when my father cut me off financially because I didn’t want to go to college after high school.
I started taking paid hits on dope boys through Hakeem at the age of nineteen.
Hakeem was paid and was already a part of the Blue Diamond Dynasty.
I kept telling him I was good on that until he told me how much money I could be making.
I left that part out when he introduced me to Solace.
So, in Solace’s mind, he was the one that trained me and put me in the position to be one of the biggest assassins.
That shit was just in me, I had a lot of unexplained anger inside of me and enjoyed squeezing a trigger to release.
Only thing I refused to do was kill innocent people.
“That’s good, I want you to go to the club with me tonight. We can get out and have a good time.” He looked over at me and smiled as I rolled my eyes and took a Newport long out of the box and sparked it. Hakeem rolled his windows down; he hated the smell.
“You need to dress up too, none of the tomboy shit you like to rock.” He chuckled, but I gave his ass a serious look while blowing smoke his way.
“Then I’m not going. I just went all those damn months rocking stilettos and tight-ass clothes.
Nigga please!” I flicked my cigarette out the window and stared at my nails.
I couldn’t wait to go to the nail shop and get my short French tips back.
I hated long ass nails, trying to take a shit and wipe your ass was crucial for a woman like me that wasn’t used to having them.
Growing up, my dad dressed my sister and I and boy clothes.
Kayori would throw us on a dress every now and then, but we always were dressed as little boys.
My little sister Kachella embraced her girlie side, while I was still stuck on sneakers and baggy-looking jeans.
I loved graphic shirts and black Levi pants that kind of fitted me well.
My fresh Air Force Ones never got old to me; I had a hundred pairs to keep them fresh.
My Chuck Taylors were also my favorite. Now that I was back home in my comfort zone and no longer on a mission, I couldn’t wait to raid my closet and put on what I liked to wear the most.
“Okay man, wear what you please. I don’t see how you gone ever get a man always covering up those curves.
” He laughed a little and I smiled because even wearing loose-fitting clothes, a nigga had to be blind to not see all this ass I had.
I was five foot ten, with long ass thick thighs.
I had ass for days with C-cup titties that sat up perfectly.
I didn’t look like Megan the Stallion, but people said my shape was very similar to hers.
Niggas was on me tough I never lost my virginity because I never felt like it was the right time.
All these niggas were nasty horn dogs since they stayed so thirsty with their tongues all out.
I let a couple of them drink from my fountain and sent their dog asses on their way.
“What’s up with you though pretty boy Keem?
You always worried about me settling down…
when you gon’ wife you a broad?” I smiled, teasing him was always my thing.
To the world, I was a mean ass, weird kind of chick.
I always stayed to myself, so if it wasn’t my brothers or my sister and Hakeem, you wouldn’t get to know much about me.
They understood my moods, and how I was as a person.
Hakeem was very tall and lanky, with a pretty boy, baby face.
His tattoos gave him a thugged-out look.
He kept some fresh ass cornrows going to the back stopping at his shoulder.
If his hair wasn’t braided, he made sure to keep a fresh lineup and when one of his hoes couldn’t braid him up, he would rock wild curls all over his head.
The wild curl look made him look even more attractive, with his smooth brown skin.
“You know me, I don’t love these hoes. If one girl in particular gave me a chance, I would definitely risk it all.
” He turned on my street and I got super excited to be able to finally be in my comfort zone.
My dad rode me so hard that when I turned eighteen, I saved up all my allowance money just to move and be out on my own.
“Why you can’t tell me who she is? I tell you everything.
” I looked at him seriously. I wanted to know who had him ready to settle down but wasn’t trying to give him a chance.
Hakeem was a gentleman, but he was still a dog ass nigga.
Whoever the chick was, had made a good decision by curving him and saving herself the heartbreak.
“Like I always tell you, when the time comes, and she gives me a chance. It’ll happen, she too busy looking for love in all the wrong places.” Nodding my head, I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and reached for the door handle.
“Make sure you ready at nine to roll out. I ain’t letting you drive by yourself tonight.
You know how you like to mix your liquor with that strong-ass medication you take.
” He reminded me as I waved him off and closed the door.
I opened his back door and grabbed my backpack and put it on my back.
I didn’t travel with much, I bought clothes in the A and before I left, I burnt them.
Jogging up to my front door, I frowned. I heard music and laughter and instantly got pissed off.
There was only six people that had access to my house, only three seen fit to pop up and let themselves in.
When I got the chance, I was changing my locks.
It had to be my sister or brother Matthew.
My father would never be that loud with the music up in my shit.
Opening my front door, my sister Kachella was in my living room with her feet on my coffee table.
I scanned my living room and frowned up when I saw her hoe ass best friend in my love chair. I chuckled and shook my head.
“Alexa off!” I yelled and waited for the music to cut off.
“Y’all got to bounce, I’m tired as hell and need my rest.” I didn’t feel like going back in forth with Ella’s spoiled ass.
“I can’t go back home for another two weeks. Daddy is mad because I stayed out until five in the morning. He changed the codes to the gate and told me when I was ready to abide by his rules, he would let me back in.” She pouted as I shook my head at her immature ass.
“What do I always tell you Kachella?” I asked and waited for her to answer.
“I know but I’m grown now, he can at least respect that!
” she frowned up her pretty face and I held back my smile.
My sister was beautiful, she looked a lot like Kayori.
She had sandy brown hair like me, deep dish dimples, and she was tall and slim-thick, with a cute little button nose that fit her face.
“You don’t act grown. You’re not grown until you pay your own bills.
So, like I always tell you…whenever and whoever you live with, it’s going to be rules.
Rules wherever you live until it’s by yourself.
You’re nineteen and still act like your sweet sixteen.
The first rule in my house is no guest and you already know this so tell your friend goodbye.
” I finally looked at her best friend that didn’t speak to me while being in my house and decided to check her.
“Whenever you in my shit little girl you speak. Now excuse yourself.” I gave her my back before she could respond and walked to the back of my condo to take a shower and a nap.
I barely got the rest I needed being away from home because I didn’t trust my surroundings.
Now that I was in my comfort zone, I had planned to sleep the rest of the day away until it was time to go out with Hakeem tonight.
I would allow Kachella to stay here until the weekend.
Then, on Sunday, I was taking her ass right back home.
I didn’t move far away from my dad and out the house of all my siblings just to share my space again.
Kachella was spoiled and very sneaky. I loved her to death, but she was a trigger for me with her entitled-ass attitude. She wanted everything to be easy or given to her. That’s why she never took a leap of faith and tried to move out like I did when I hit the proper age.