Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
Loco.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready to go on stage?” Diamond asked while smiling big into the camera. I was about to go on stage, but I wanted to see her pretty ass before that happened.
“I am, but I wanted to see the prettiest girl I know,” I admitted and she blushed until I asked, “where Baby Lord?”
“You’re an asshole,” she laughed. “She’s right here though.” She sat the phone down for a few seconds before she reappeared with baby girl in her lap. “Say hi Keona,” she cooed looking down at her, helping her wave her small hand.
“What’s going on Pretty Girl?” I grinned at the camera.
She was awake and staring at a nigga, likely trying to figure out what the fuck was going on and who I was since I had a hand towel across my head. She was as cute as her little ass could be while her aunt was helping her interact.
“What y’all doin’ tonight?” I asked Diamond.
“It’s a little fair going on here, so I’m going to take her.”
“She can’t get on shit,” I chuckled. “She small as shit.”
“I know, but I’m going to get her out for like an hour. Since you’re too busy to entertain me.” She grinned.
“Say the word and I’ll send the PJ to scoop you.”
Her smile widened. “No, you’re working, and I don’t want to distract you.”
“You ain’t no distraction, love. Trust me, when I hit the stage I lock in regardless. You act like you ain’t comin’ to none of my shows.”
“No, I am.” She smiled softly. “I just don’t know which one and when.”
“For sure when I’m in A.C. and when I’m home, but I need you at a few of the ones in between those too. I know I’m gon’ need some pussy.” I smirked.
“Makhai, we have little ears!” she shrieked, covering baby girl’s ears.
“She don’t even know what I’m saying.”
“She will one day, so you need learn to filter your words now.”
“I don’t see why. She gon’ be a real one like Uncle Loc.”
“I truly hope not,” she chuckled.
“Quit playin’ girl. You know you fuck with that.”
“No, I think that we have more than enough personality coming from you. Let her stay sweet.”
“Whatever, Lord, me and her will talk when yo’ hatin’ ass not around,” I jibed. “I need to get out there though, so I’ll hit you later.”
She nodded. “Okay, have fun, but not too much.”
“I’m just ‘bout to perform, love.”
“Right, but you’ll have dancers, so tell them not to get too close. I don’t want to have to show my crazy. We just got together.”
“I actually want to see your crazy, so maybe I’ll test the waters.”
She shrugged. “You know what they say when you fuck around.”
I laughed and glanced at the door because someone was knocking.
“I gotta go, baby, but ay, send me some pictures of y’all while you’re out. I’ll look at them when I get done.”
“Will do. Later, baby.”
After hanging up with her, I continued to ignore the knock at the door while I said a quick prayer. I always did that before my shows because shit got wild sometimes and a nigga never knew if it would be my last, so I asked the Lord for coverage, especially since I wasn’t strapped on stage.
Once I was done, I left the room bumping shoulders with the nigga that was standing outside of the door waiting on me. I knew what time I needed to be on stage, and I wasn’t about to let them niggas rush me to do shit.
I lit my blunt before going out and the crowd went crazy. My shows were always live, and this one was no different. I brought all the hood niggas and the bad bitches out. I loved the shit because their energy made me go hard the entire time, despite being fatigued as fuck when I was done.
To end my opening show, I invited some of the R&B singers that showed up and I had features with on stage with me. The crowd loved the shit, especially the ladies because a nigga didn’t have that much music they could wind down and vibe to.
After the show, I went back to the hotel. My first show was in Atlanta, so I was staying at the Omni. They were having an after party at The Dome, so I was gon’ fall through for a minute. It wasn’t gon’ be that long because I was tryin’ to call my girl and sleep on the phone with her.
I checked the pictures that she sent me after I finished getting ready—it was mainly her ass cheesing or baby girl sleep in her little stroller joint.
There were some videos of her playing some of the games and winning prizes.
I noticed one nigga that looked a little too happy to be in her space, so I called her ass up to see who the fuck it was.
“Did you like the pictures?” she asked as soon as her pretty ass appeared in the camera.
“Yeah, I did, but who was Lord that was all on you at that basketball game?”
Her brows dipped. “What are you talking about?”
“Go look at the video,” I instructed, pulling the shit up again myself. “Nigga that look like Freddie.”
“Who? Makhai, I have no clue who you’re talking about.” She frowned.
“The video where you shooting basketball…”
“Okay, I’m on it.”
“The nigga that look like Krueger in that stripped sweater in the middle of the summer.”
“That man does not have on a sweater!” she cackled. “He just had really bad skin, Makhai, and I don’t know him. He was just cheering me on.”
“Man, that shit is not that nigga’s skin,” I laughed. “Look at it.”
“The lighting was just bad, but he had eczema or something. You’re horrible.” She shook her head.
“Well, whatever the fuck he got, he was too mothafuckin’ close.”
She smirked. “Let me find out you have a little jealous streak.”
“Big ass jealous streak,” I corrected. “You my girl. Like you can actually claim me to hoes. First time in the history of ever.” I chuckled. “Plus, you fine with good pussy and got ya shit together.”
“Did you have to ruin it with that?”
I shrugged. “You think I’m ‘bout to play about you? Naw,” I shook my head. “I done did a lot for less. Better warn these niggas. Mothafucka might look like Freddy, but I’m a real nightmare while niggas are wide awake.”
“I’ll keep that in mind and let people know that my man is crazy.” She grinned.
“Good. Nigga ain’t got the name Loco for nothin’.”
“Noted, Makhai,” she giggled. “Where are you goin’?”
“Afterparty for a second.”
“Don’t call me when you get in.”
“Why you sayin’ that knowin’ damn well I am?” I smiled. “You gotta be the last voice I hear and face I see before I crash for the night.”
“Then stay in and talk to me until I go to sleep.”
“They expectin’ me though, Lord. I already told them I’d fall through.”
“Who is they?” her eyes narrowed.
“Promoters, baby.”
“Mhm, better be.”
“It is.” I nodded. “I wouldn’t be goin’ through gettin’ dressed and shit for no hoes. You know that. They get fucked fresh off the stage and sent packin’.”
“That might be what used to happen, but it’s not going down like that now.”
“You right.” I agreed.
“I’m serious, Makhai,” she asserted. “I know what you’ve been used to and understand your lifestyle or whatever, but I—”
“Will leave a nigga, I know.” I finished her sentence and smiled. “Chill, baby. I ain’t stuntin’ no hoes. Just yo’ pretty ass.”
“I’m not a hoe.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
“I know, you just mine.”
“Bye Makhai.”
“Chill,” I hurried to say then laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, damn.”
“Stop playing all the time.” She shook her head then said, “I am about to lay down. You can call me when you get back if it’s not too late, but if it is, Makhai, do not wake me up. I’m serious,” she pointed.
“I’m not, baby, I swear. Just give me like two hours and I’m gon’ be back here staring at yo’ fine ass sleep.”
She blushed and nodded. “Okay, have fun and be safe.”
“Always, baby. I’ll talk to you later.”
I was out the door after that. Per usual, the club was packed. I went right up to the top so I could avoid being mixed with the crowd. None of the homies were really there but some of the other artists from my show were there with their entourages, so they were all in the section with me.
We popped a few bottles and rolled up hella weed.
Shit was a vibe. I also took some phones from over the railing to record myself because the fans loved that shit.
I didn’t mind it, but some of them got carried away with trying to grab and touch me, so I only did a handful before security shut the shit down.
“Loco! Loco! Over here!” I heard someone yelling over the music.
I glanced around until I spotted the familiar face at the entrance of the section. She was motioning for me to allow her up, so I nodded to security, letting them know it was cool. She was with her cousin like always, so she came up with her.
“Hey, babe.” India’s ass beamed, all giddy and shit. “I was at the show. You looked so good,” she grinned, rubbing up my arm. “You still do.”
“‘Preciate it.” I nodded, smoothly knocking her hand down. “Hope you enjoyed.”
“You know I did.” She smiled again since it had faded when I removed her hands from me. “If you want to go to the bathroom or the car, I can show you how much.”
That was how I met India, at one of the afterparties.
She was on the same shit she was on now, only that time I took her up on her offer and let her suck me up in the bathroom of whatever club we were in that day.
It was good enough for me to smash later that night and to keep going back.
That was all it was though. I’d invite her to parties or my appearances when I wasn’t in the mood for anything new, but the shit was over with now. I wasn’t on none of that anymore.
“I’m cool, Lord. Just vibe and enjoy ya night. Y’all can fuck with any of the bottles you want.”
“You’re cool?” she drew her head back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That I don’t want no head or no pussy, baby.” I chuckled. “I made it clearer that time?”
“You always want head and pussy, Loco. When did that change?”
I ignored her ass because I felt like I’d already told her ass enough. If she wanted to act slow as if she couldn’t comprehend my words, I’d just let my actions do the talking for me. I wasn’t about to be doing no back and forth shit with a bitch that wasn’t mine.
I checked the time and saw that I’d been there a little over an hour.
I also saw that Diamond had posted on her Pikz, so I quickly unlocked my phone to look at her shit.
There was a carousel of random pictures of her sitting in front of a full body mirror.
A nigga smiled the entire time I looked through her shit.
I scrolled down some to read the caption and laughed to myself.
My boyfriend has such a pretty girlfriend. He’s blessed. Wow.
I commented first.
She forgot to mention I’m crazy too. For all the niggas in the comments.
Then I shared my favorite one of the bunch on my story captioning the shit with something that I knew would make her blush and talk shit to a nigga at the same time.
Finest woman I ever put my mouth on!
I knew she didn’t want the blogs and shit all in our business but fuck that. I wanted mothafuckas to know she was my girl, especially ones like the nigga that was in her space at that fair. They never knew Loco to have a girl, but mothafuckas for sure knew I’d put a nigga on their ass.
I was ready to talk to my girl and see her pretty ass, so I bounced. India was still worrying the shit out of me, but I continued moving because I was over talking to her and listening at her nag. If I wanted to do that, I’d piss my girl off or my mama or Porsh.
When I got back to my room it was a little after two in the morning. I smoked, showered, ate, then brushed my teeth before I got in bed to call Diamond. I knew she was gone talk shit because once I finished everything I was doing, it was going on three thirty.
“Makhai, I told you not to call if it was too late.” She complained as soon as she answered.
“You said baby girl normally get up at like four ain’t it?”
“Sometimes,” she countered. “I’m praying that tonight isn’t one of those nights.”
“Turn on ya LED lights so I can see you.”
“No, Makhai, I’m in bed and look busted.”
“Impossible.” I chuckled. “Finest woman in the fuckin’ world. How the fuck you gon’ be busted.”
“I have my moments.”
“Bitches would be lucky to look like you when you busted then. I’m sure.”
“Shut up.” She giggled, then asked, “What is going on? My phone hasn’t stopped going off.”
“Turn the lights on, Dime.”
“Makhai…”
“Let me see you.”
She scoffed, but I heard some movement before the pink lights in her room illuminated. Seconds later her beautiful face appeared in the camera.
“That’s more like it.” I smirked. “You look so pretty baby.”
“You’re annoying.” She smiled lazily then began doing some shit on her phone. “Damn, what are all of these… Makhai!” she exclaimed, and I grinned. “I told you not to!” she whined. “I have so many notifications.”
“I know, but I decided that I don’t be listening to shit nobody be tellin’ me to fuckin’ do, and I didn’t like all of them niggas in your comments.”
“Oh my God.” She groaned. “And you posted me on your story?! Ugh,” she scoffed. “This is not a compliment by the way stupid!”
“Yeah, it is.” I chuckled. “You are for sure the finest woman I’ve ever tasted.”
“And you had to tell the world?”
“Couldn’t help it, baby.”
“I can’t stand you,” she shook her head. “Now everyone and their mothers will be in my face and business. Ugh.”
“All you need to worry about is me bein’ in yo’ face and you sittin’ on mine.”
“Your mouth is so horrible. But I may be able to do something about sitting on your face the next time I see you.” She grinned.
“Shiddd, you can see me in a couple of hours if you really on that.”
“No,” she giggled. “The baby’s here.”
“Baby Lord cock blockin’ already and she don’t even know it.”
“We’re going to see each other soon, so…”
“Facts. Like in the next couple days soon.”
“That’s fine because I miss you.”
“Miss yo’ ass too.” I admitted.
We talked for another hour because the baby woke up to eat and get changed. Once she got her back to sleep, the two of us followed suit. I made sure her ass stayed on the phone too because I wanted her face to be the first one I saw when I woke up the next day.