Chapter 3
THREE
Loco.
“Damn, girl,” I groaned tossing my head back.
I was in my dressing room getting my shit together for a video shoot when one of the female dancers decided that she wanted to suck some dick.
I turned her advances down a couple of times because a nigga was just there to do business, but I only had a couple of no’s in me before saying fuck it.
I was glad I did too because her mouth was superb.
“Mm,” she hummed on my dick as she massaged my balls. Baby was indeed talented at what she did.
I reached down and gripped a handful of her hair before beginning to pump in and out of her mouth at a quicker pace. I had to get my ass out there, so I needed to hurry the shit up.
I grunted lowly at the feeling of her tightening her jaws as I fucked her face.
“Shit.” I hissed. “I’m ‘bout to buss.”
She placed her hands on the back of my thighs and began bobbing her head quick as shit as she eyed me like a mothafuckin’ prize.
I was in pure fucking bliss as she topped me off.
Seconds later I was tossing my head back, shooting my seeds down her throat.
She made sure to suck every last drop out of me too.
“Wait here, I’ll clean you up.” She grinned as she stood from her knees.
She disappeared into the bathroom then resurfaced after a few seconds with a towel in her hand. I took it from her when she went to clean me up.
“I got it.”
“So, Loco,” she posted up against the vanity. “How long are you here.”
“Why?” I glanced up at her as I fastened my pants. “Fuck is that yo’ business for?”
“Well, I just figured if you’re here a while, I could maybe show you around, hang out a bit.” She smiled and I chuckled.
“Baby girl, you just swallowed my dick after being in my presence all of ten minutes.” I shook my head. “You think I’m ‘bout to be gallavantin’ around town with yo’ ass?”
Her smile dropped. “No—I mean, yes, why not? Was the head not good?”
“Head was spectacular.” I smirked. “But what the fuck that gotta do with anything?”
“Well, I figured since I showed you a good time…”
“Oh, I get it.” I laughed. “This shit usually work for you wit’ other niggas, so you thought I was gon’ be on the same shit.
” I shook my head, still amused. “Listen, baby girl, you got the wrong nigga, aight? I don’ fucked plenty of pretty bitches and got top from even more, that shit don’t move me.
You got a pretty face with the physique and mouth to match, but Loco don’t do shit easy and I ain’t no trick, feel me?
You fa show gotta do more than dirty up them knees to be my bitch. Thanks for the head though.”
I left her nutty ass in the dressing room and headed out to finish up this shoot. I’d been in town for a few days and hadn’t done shit but work. We were wrapping shit up today though, so I was definitely gon’ pop out before taking my ass back to the crib.
“Was Honey back there?” Some nigga asked me when I stepped out on the scene.
“Who?” I frowned, not knowing who his ass was talking about.
“Honey,” he repeated. “Short, light-skin, thick woman with…”
“Oh, yeah, she back there.” I smirked.
“What was she doing?”
“Fuck I look like? Her keeper, nigga?”
“She’s supposed to be out here…”
“Ay, Lord, get the fuck out my way.” I cut him off.
I didn’t give a fuck what the bitch was supposed to be doing. By the looks of it, she was his bitch, so he was the one that needed to be keeping tabs on the hoe. Luckily, he did as he was asked and moved his hoe ass to the side so I could go on about my fucking business.
I spent the next few hours finishing up the video I was shooting with Breeze to a song we collabed on called Go Up.
Sy thought that I needed more radio hits because usually my music was for the real niggas that really lived the shit that they rapped about.
I wasn’t one of them playground niggas. If I said I did the shit, I did.
I didn’t tell another niggas story in my music.
“How long you in the city, G?” Chez asked after we got shit wrapped up.
He hadn’t been at the shoot the whole time. He showed up closer to the end.
“Going back tomorrow. Duty calls.” I smirked.
Chez was in the life just as I was, so I was sure he understood what I had going on.
I loved the rap shit. It was my bread and butter, but the Lords were my life.
It came before everything except my family, and even then, there were times I had to prioritize the organization over them.
I loved them dearly, but I took an oath when my nigga asked me to serve as second in command and vowed to live and breathe that shit.
I’d proudly be a Lord ‘til the day that I died.
“Heard you.” He nodded. “Pop out with us tonight then, gang. I got a section at Heat to celebrate another completion.”
“I can do that. ‘Bout what time?”
“Shit, you can push up whenever. My girl and her sisters are coming, so I know she gon’ drag me out early as a bitch.”
“Aight, Lord, I can do that. Early might be cool for me because my flight is early as shit.”
“Bet. Push up around eleven then.”
“Bet.” I dapped him up then hopped in the lil’ whip that Chez’s team had provided for me. They’d also booked me a nice ass suite at The Celestial, so that’s where I was headed to wash my ass and smoke.
I rolled a blunt when I got in the suite and set it aside for after my shower.
I spent about thirty minutes in there thinking about what I was gon’ put on.
It was a chill night, so I didn’t have to do too much, besides, I had my notoriety before any of the brands and shit.
I could pull bitches in my draws. Still, a nigga took pride in looking and smelling good.
After my shower, I went ahead and fired my blunt up and checked my calendar.
Carter, Sy’s assistant, stayed adding shit to it without telling a nigga.
I nodded in satisfaction seeing that he gave me the week off like I requested.
I had been busy as shit and needed some time off from traveling and shit.
Once I was done, I called my uncle since I’d missed his call.
“Nephew.”
“Unc.” I grinned. “What’s the word, Lord?”
“Same ol’ shit, just a different day. How you like it over there in A.C.?”
“Shit straight,” I said after taking a pull from my blunt. “It ain’t home, but it’s cool.”
“Home is whatever you make it wherever, Neph, but I feel you. There’s no place like The Falls.”
“On Lord.” I agreed. “What you on though, Proof? You got some hoes through there?”
“Naw, not tonight.” He chuckled. “Your mama ain’t been gone too long from tearing my nerves up.”
“She bossy as shit.” I shook my head.
She stayed coming to a niggas crib doing what the fuck she wanted to do in that bitch, and I allowed it because she was my OG and spoiled as fuck.
“She is, but she means well.”
“She had Juanita with her?” I grinned.
“Hell no.” He laughed. “And I’m glad. Woman is worrisome.”
Juanita was one of my mom’s close friends and she had been on my uncle’s bumper since I was a young Lord, but Proof ran from her ass.
He said she was too clingy for his liking.
He didn’t really do shit but chill in the hood since retiring.
I was his only nephew, and he only had one daughter, my cousin Porcia, but he played that role to a lot of kids in the hood that needed it.
“You need something warm to hold at night, Unc.”
“When you get something, I’ll consider it.”
“I always slide up in somethin’ tight and warm, Lord. You know that.”
“And you leave right after, so my statement stands.” He laughed. “I’m not gon’ hold you up, nephew. I was just calling to check in.”
“Aight, Unc. I’ll push up when I touch down at the crib.”
“That’s a bet. Love ya, boy.”
“Love you too, Unc.”
After disconnecting I checked the time and saw I had a good bit of time left to meet with Chez and his people, so I set an alarm and shot my mama a quick text to check in with her before taking my ass to sleep.
“That’s not fair. I wanted to come and meet Chez’s fine ass, and I even could have potentially worked with Italy,” Porcia complained while we were on FaceTime. She’d called bugging the fuck out of me while I was getting ready to go out.
“Porcia, realize who the fuck you on the phone with, aight?” I cut my eyes to the phone screen while I put my chains on. “I ain’t one of ya lil’ homegirls, so knock it off.”
“I know, but we’re best friends.” Her pretty ass smiled.
“Naw, we blood, and Lord might be cool, but I will drop his ass behind you, and I’d smoke his wife for any funny shit too, so to prevent that, I’m glad yo’ ass ain’t here.”
Even though me and P were cousins, she was more like a little sister to me.
Growing up I wanted a sibling bad as shit, but my mama wasn’t going for it.
I was elated when Proof found out he had a daughter.
She was the Frick to my frack, and another mothafucka for me to spoil.
I didn’t play no games about Porcia Matthews.
I didn’t give a fuck about status, gang shit, or none of what a nigga had going on.
When it came to her, I was putting niggas down.
“I’d be respectful. You know that.”
“I’ll take you out soon. Might even bring you out here. It’s nice.”
“I heard. Kinnidi’s been there a few times with Jabari when they played the Aces.”
“Word. What you got going on tonight though?”
“Just going out with a friend.” She shrugged and I didn’t like the way she said the shit all sneaky like.
“Which friend? Daija, Lyrah, or Kinnidi?”
“They aren’t my only friends, Makhai.”
“They really are, so who the fuck you think you going out with tonight?” I glared at her. “You can tell me, or I can send Prynce and Jabari to find out.”
“I’m grown!” She shouted. “A whole ass fucking adult! I don’t have to run everything by you, nor do you have to send your minions to see what I’m doing!”
“Oh, this friend got yo’ ass losin’ yo’ mothafuckin’ mind?”
“No, I…”