Chapter 3 #3
She was head of a division that bought and sold almost every property in our regional area.
Chevelle was about her money, so I always made sure to hold her down.
She didn’t ask for a lot. Ma was just dope, independent, and on her shit.
We met about six years ago and had been rocking hard ever since.
I still did my dirt on the side with other chicks, but them hoes didn’t mean shit.
Every time a nigga even thought about settling down, it was with a chick like her.
Her hustle matched mine, and we made some pretty ass babies.
“Damn, feeling like you missed a nigga.” My head dipped down in the soft mattress as I stared at the ceiling and caught my breath. She had drained a nigga, literally.
“Hmm, bring ya ass home more often, and you might get more than that,” Chevelle said, wiping the side of her mouth as she stomped over to our private bathroom.
She couldn’t stand my ass most of the time, but when she saw me, all that shit went out the window.
I was her drug, and she was mine. Shit was just like that with us.
I heard the water running, so I knew she was probably brushing her teeth.
It was early, and my kids had already been sent off to school.
She was working from home, so I knew it would be a good time to catch her and pick her brain.
“Shit, when a nigga ain’t here, he just gritting it out. How you think we got all this shit, Chevy?” I sucked my teeth and sat up, knowing where the shit was about to go.
It was like this every time we linked up in the last few months. We’d fuck, and she’d go right to the shit. I couldn’t stand to be around her ass for more than an hour. I was picking up my kids, doing little shit with them, and dropping them back off. I didn’t have time for that extra shit.
“We ain’t struggling, Ledge. I know that. You just wanna be out there in the streets. The streets don’t fucking love you. I do! Your kids do!” she shouted, coming out of the bathroom, eyes piercing mine. “And by the time you realize that, we might not be here for it.”
“The fuck you saying?” Brows bending, I shot to my feet.
Chevelle didn’t budge, but I brought myself up from the bed, adjusting my dick and buttoning my pants back up.
“You trying to leave me?”
“I’m not about to keep sitting around here playing second to you and Frequency and the streets.
That’s what I am saying. So if you can’t make time for us, then what is the fucking point of you coming up in here fucking on me?
You just like fucking with my head and stringing me along?
” Her arms folded across her chest, and she stared a nigga down like she was ready to kill me if I said the wrong shit.
“All the shit I do for you, and you got the nerve to question my loyalty to you?” As fucked up as a nigga was, that shit kind of bruised me.
Chevelle ’s empty gape fell on me, and I waited for her to answer.
“Loyalty means not fucking other bitches, Ledge. It goes both ways. You sleep here a few times a week and keep your shit here, but you don’t live here. You don’t do the day-to-day with me, Laiyah, or Landyn.”
“So now I ain’t there for my kids?” I was growing more than impatient with the conversation as she continued to rant. “Fuck you, Chevy, a’ight? I’ll get the kids this weekend. Why don’t you take ya ass out with some of your ho ass friends and try to find a nigga like me,” I suggested.
Shaking my head, I reached for my pistol on the night table and tucked it back into my waistband.
I shouldn’t have even gone there. I knew it was going to lead to some bullshit.
I heard her move quickly behind me. She grabbed a picture frame from her bedside table and hurled it across the room at me.
When that shit landed at my feet, I stared down at the broken glass and picture.
It was of the four of us taken at the beginning of the year.
Shit had already changed between us, and it wasn’t for the better.
“Fuck you, Ledge! I hate yo’ ass!” Chevelle screamed at my back.
I didn’t have a chance to talk to her about the shit that Frequency and I discussed.
I had another avenue though, so I was going to pursue that.
Chevelle would come around. She could never stay mad at a nigga too long.
I wheeled my motorcycle off her block and hit the highway to another location.
I was never the kind of nigga to put it all in with a bitch.
Chevelle had my babies, but lately, it was starting to seem like shit between us wasn’t meant to be.
I loved my kids, and I would be there for them, but the relationship wasn’t working out for me.
By the time I pulled up to the apartment building and parked my bike in the lot underground, I had a dozen or so messages pinging on my phone.
Chevelle was going in on a nigga. It was a bunch of long, drawn-out ass messages that I didn’t even want to take the time to read.
I marched over to the elevator so that I could enter the building.
Arriving on the seventh floor, the penthouse suite, I approached the double doors and used my key to let myself inside.
That was a nigga’s honeycomb hideout. Very few even knew about this location.
Some shit was on a need-to-know basis, and that was fa sho one of them.
I tossed my keys onto the table in the foyer and kicked off my shoes while walking through the rest of the vast home.
Everything around here was picked out specifically by a designer I hired.
It was old–Mediterranean styled shit, lots of woods and dark colors throughout, along with gold trim on damn near everything.
Frequency had that big ass fucking castle, and a nigga just grew accustomed to lavish shit from being in his spot so much.
The difference was, his home was inherited, and this here was all mine.
Dragging myself up the staircase, I entered my bedroom and stripped out of the rest of my attire.
The bathroom door swung open, and I could hear the shower already running.
“Welcome home, babe.” Kitana’s voice greeted me sweetly.
Her thick ass didn’t have any clothes on, and I licked my lips while taking in every curve of her perfection.
My arms slipped around her waist, and I pulled her into me and attacked her mouth hungrily.
Chevy had worked a nigga up enough, and I needed another fucking release.
She just sucked me off anyway and didn’t give me the pussy.
In no time, my dick was charged and ready.
Kitana nudged me back and searched my eyes.
“I wasn’t expecting you back today.”
“So what? A nigga here now,” I replied, sucking on her neck before I brought my lips to hers again.
She was acting like she wasn’t happy to see a nigga, and right now, I didn’t give a fuck about none of that.
Kitana was my bitch too. She got the perks of single me.
She didn’t have to deal with me in daddy mode, and she accepted that my time in the streets was just what it was.
We’d been going strong for the last three years off and on.
When shit wasn’t right with Chevy, that was where I could usually be found.
I let her stay there, and she spent my money when she wanted and went shopping.
She was the perfect side bitch because she didn’t ask for much other than dick and cash.
She didn’t nag a nigga when he didn’t show up sometimes, and she didn’t stay blowing my phone up.
“Okay, well, I was just about to jump in the shower before I left for this meeting with my company.”
Her words had my curiosity piqued. With a slight frown, I brought her closer and peered down into her soft face.
“You got a development deal with Somers and Sons, right?” I questioned, and she seemed surprised that I knew that information.
Ironically, I was fucking with two women with similar careers. And I was the type to have resources at my disposal to dig into a mothafucka’s entire life.
“Yeah, so what?” she responded, tilting her head.
“I got some funds I’m trying to flip. Can you help a nigga out?” I proposed to her.
“How much are we talking here?” Kitana asked, turning her nose up, making her cute as hell.
“A couple of mil tickets,” I told her, shrugging.
Taken back, both of her brows went up inquisitively. “That’s a lot of capital,” she implied. “I will look into it and see what I can do. With that kind of money, you could hire your own team and start your own company,” Kitana noted.
“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” A nigga was excited as I scooped her into my arms, and we ducked into the bathroom together. “Now show me how much you missed a nigga.” I palmed her bare ass, and she squealed with delight.
I was about to fuck her so good she was going to give me the inside track on every piece of real estate out there, and Frequency and I were about to make a killing, legitimately.
That was always the goal and what he emphasized—making clean money.
Sometimes we just ended up getting a little dirty every now and then.