Chapter 13 #2
I understood how niggas from the Ward thought.
For years niggas from the south side and north side were feuding.
Things had since died down but those Fifth Ward boyz believed in reping everywhere they went and were always in some shit.
I didn’t really entertain that plexing over hoods shit.
Hell, I’d spent plenty of time in other hoods and my husband was a south side representative.
Shit, truthfully I fucked with both sides, but I would always claim Fifth Ward.
Right when I was about to take a break from shaking my ass I felt someone push me. I turned to see Jahrein bow-guarding his way between me and Chris.
“Say nigga, I don’t know what the fuck you thank this is.” I heard Chris say. That was the one time that I was praying that Jah just walked away. That nigga Chris was deep and surrounded around Coke Street niggas. And they were known for jumping.
“Bitch ass nigga you better get ya mind right!” Jahrein fumed, as he yanked me back.
Chris stepped to him. “I'll drop you where you standing.”
Jahrein touched the bridge of his nose, before cocking back then delivering a hard blow to Chris' temple. I cringed as he heard the blow over the loud music. His body instantly flew back, crashing into the surrounding crowd.
Before I could intervene niggas were coming from everywhere trying to jump my man. His boys were trying to get to him but they weren’t moving fast enough for me. Jahrein was getting with them but there were too many of them.
I took off my heels and jumped on some big ass nigga’s back that was trying to hit my man. “Get off of him.” I screamed. I was beating his ass all in the head with my heel.
“Get this crazy bitch off of me!” he yelled as blood dripped from his head.
When he dropped to his knees I got off of him.
By that time Jahrein’s boys were in the mix.
Blows were coming from every direction. I was trying to figure out where Jah was.
I spotted him handling Chris. Then some dude came from behind and punched him in the head.
They had Jahrein fucked up! I ran over to them and jumped on that nigga’s back too.
He never saw me coming. I was fucking him up with my stiletto, while trying to choke the life out of him.
He tried to slang my little ass off, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
Some broads from Fifth Ward tried to run up. One of them was Tae. She stopped dead in her tracks when she recognized me. “Raven? What the fuck is going on?” she asked just as I'd jumped off that nigga’s back.
“They was trying to jump my husband.” I barely got out, completely out of breath.
“Taerah, main, why you talking to this bitch?! She with them niggas! Slide her ass!” the dude tried to coerce, Tae while he held his bleeding head.
“Nigga, she’s from the Ward too. That’s my kinfolk.” Tae claimed.
“Main, she was helping those south side niggas!” he exclaimed.
“You damn right! Y’all got my husband fucked up!” I yelled as I clutched my sharp heel just in case he wanted to jump stupid.
“So, I don’t even like Chris like that.” she told him. “And you better not touch her either. I’ll have somebody deal with your ass.” Tae threatened. I knew most people hesitated with her, because her family had clout in the hood.
I left Tae to handle that guy, while I searched the crowds for Jahrein. The bouncers were catching hell trying to break up all the fights. I struggled to maneuver through the chaos. Finally, I saw Jahrein and a few of his boys leaving out the side exit, so I followed.
“Where Raven at?” Jahrein stopped and asked, before he realized that I was right behind him.
“I’m right here.” I told him.
He pushed me ahead of him. “Come on, main.”
“Those bitch ass niggas got me fucked up!” I heard Tony exclaim. “I’ma pop trunk on these niggas and then see what time it is.” he headed for his car.
“Baby, it aint worth it.” Tameka cried as she chased him. I could tell that he was about to light that parking lot up.
It seemed as though all of Jahrein’s boys were headed to their cars. I got a cold chill. I knew that shit was taking a turn for the worse. Then what was really fucked up was that my man and his friends were getting pistols to handle niggas from my hood.
Jahrein’s shirt was ripped up and his nose was bleeding but that was to be expected. His nose was sensitive. He was boiling hot as he walked to his Escalade.
“Get your ass in the truck. And don’t go nowhere. Here I come.” he instructed, never looking my way. He reached underneath the driver’s seat and pulled out a .357. Then he disappeared into the crowd. My high had just left. What the hell had I just caused?
Seconds later, gunfire exploded into the night's air. I jumped in the truck so fast that I broke my toe nail. I started up the truck and waited for Jahrein. I was so nervous that I just started crying. Those few seconds felt like a lifetime. Finally, Jahrein came running back to the truck.
“Drive!” he yelled. I wasted no time in speeding down Richmond Avenue. Luckily, he’d parked on the side of the road versus the main parking lot.
“Did you shoot somebody?” my heart raced.
“Naw.” he answered with no emotion.
We drove home in complete silence. I didn’t even want to think about the events that I put in motion.
“You see the shit you just caused?” Jahrein raged the minute we stepped foot inside of our home.
“I didn’t cause shit! You decided to come with the drama. I can dance with whoever I feel like dancing with.” I argued.
Jahrein reached back and slapped the hell out of me. Even though, he was pissed I wasn’t expecting that. He had knocked the fire out of my mouth. “Look at you! You walking around looking like a slut! How disrespectful can you be?!”
“Fuck you!” I screamed as I ran to the kitchen. I went straight for the drawer where I kept my handle bars. I needed an escape from that nigga and fast.
Right when I picked up my match box that held my pills Jahrein came charging at me. He snatched the box out of my hands and looked inside.
“Bitch, is this why your ass has been acting crazy? You a pill head now?”
“Give me my shit!” I screamed, as I tried to snatch the box.
Jahrein pushed me away. “Move. You aint getting shit.” he lashed as he emptied my pills into the sink, and turned on the garbage disposal.
“You bitch ass nigga!” I wailed, as I swung wildly.
“So, you gonna fight me for some damn pills?” he grimaced, as he pinned my hands together.
“Get your hands off of me.” I growled.
He released me. “Where is my wife? Cause this can’t be Raven standing before me.”
“The Raven you knew is gone, bitch.” I spat. It was like I was possessed by the devil. I could see myself but couldn’t stop my behavior. It was as if I was having an outer body experience.
Instead of choking some sense into my ass Jah took me into his arms. “Baby, what’s wrong? Please let me know so that we can fix this.”
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“Shit.” I mumbled as I sat up in bed.
I was sitting there stark naked, right next to Jahrein. He was knocked out, and wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. We'd only fallen asleep three hours earlier. The majority of the time we'd been fucking up a frenzy.
With a little sleep my mind had become clearer. I realized that I'd tripped out at the club, and had I done things differently all that drama could've been avoided. Usually, that wasn't me, but I'd been on some other shit.
Watching my husband sleep, I felt a little guilty.
Although, he worked my last damn nerve I knew that he loved me.
I just needed to get my mind right. I was feeling like I really needed to talk more, and not keep everything bottled up.
I was lashing out, almost purposely hurting him. That wasn't healthy for anybody.
Leaning over I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. He hated when people said it, but Jahrein was borderline pretty. I mean, his brown caramel complexion was smooth, and he had that soft curly hair. My clit thumped just from the look of him.
Deciding to give into my desires I straddled him. Slowly, he awakened, while his eyes tried to focus. “What chu doing?”
His morning hard-on was ready for me, as I lifted my ass and slid down on his dick.
“Shit.” he groaned as he gripped my ass.
I rocked back and forth, taking my time. I used all my inner muscles to tighten myself around him. I could tell by the way he tightly squeezed his eyes shut that I was having the intended effect.
“Mmmm.” he moaned as I picked up the pace.
I grabbed his hands and placed them on my beasts. He toyed with my nipples, sending me over the edge.
I bit my bottom lip as I worked my pussy on him. “Shit, daddy.”
He smacked my ass, encouraging me to do me.
I gazed down at him, catching him staring at me. I rolled my hips, loving the feel of him plunging deep inside of me.
“I'm sorry.” I whispered. “You forgive me?”
He didn't answer, instead he grabbed my waist and sat up in bed. Before I could protest he lifted us both out of the bed. While still inside of me he stood up. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he bounced me up and down his dick.
“Uhhh Jahrein...Jah...Ja...Jahreinnnnnn!” I screamed as he murdered the pussy.
This was how my ass always ended up pregnant again.
We knew damn well that it wasn't time for us to start having sex again, but when he was putting that dick on me none of that shit matter.
Actually, he was so damn good that I'd tell myself fuck it.
If a bitch gotta carry another baby I would, just as long as he kept running that dick up in me.
Of course, after those orgasms subsided I'd come back to my senses.
“Fuck Raven!” he growled. I could tell that he was about to bust, so I hopped down. Before he could object I dropped to my knees, wrapped my mouth around him, and he blasted directly in my mouth.
“Damn.” he grunted as he jacked off, skeeting everything he had.
I looked up at him, as I gulped down every ounce he squirted.