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  She Got It Bad for a Heartless Gangsta II

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  Shvonne Latrice

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Chapter One: Frederick “Ricky AK” Montana

  “Didn’t I tell yo’ stupid ass to leave me the fuck alone?”

  “I wasn’t gonna let you walk out on our baby, just because you wanna be in a relationship now! I love you, not her!”

  “See, and that was the problem.” I grinned, and the fear in her eyes heightened. She knew my smile didn’t mean anything good. “I told you I wasn’t letting shit come between me and my girl, right?”

  “But this— ahh.” She clutched her stomach, making me rise to my feet.

  Looking at my watch, I asked Navin, “About how long ago did you give it to her?”

  “I gave her the first one when I had her meet me two days ago for lunch. She went to the bathroom and I slipped it in her drink. Then the second one, as soon as we got here, so like an hour and a half ago.” Navin nodded.

  “Give me what? What did you give me? Ahhh!” she yowled in pain, holding her stomach.

  I had Navin crush up abortion pills in some juice for this bitch. The doctor I know, advised to give her each pill two days apart. The first pill, I had Navin give it to her when they spoke about the situation over food. The second pill, I got an extra of so Navin could give this bitch two. Maybe two was too much, but I wanted to be sure that whatever the fuck she had in there disappeared, and immediately.

  When she shot up from the couch, with a little blood staining the crotch of her jean shorts, a feeling of joy came over a nigga.

  “Ricky, why!” She sobbed heavily. “I love you!!”

  “Shut the fuck up and lie down.” I neared her and she plopped down and lied on her side, crying so hard that no sound came out.

  “You’re a monster! I hope she finds out you’re evil!”

  “Nah, she won’t, and whoever tries to convince her of such, is getting handled just like you did today. Sleep tight, aight?” I patted her face a little harder than usual, making her wince. “Make that bitch take a test tomorrow before you let her go, and video record it for me; the whole process from start to finish, aight? Keep her ass here until the pregnancy test comes back negative. I don’t give a fuck how many days it takes.”

  “Got it.” Navin nodded. I scanned his eyes to see if there was any emotion or sympathy for this bitch because if he had some, I wasn’t gon’ let him finish the job. He smirked at me because he knew what I was doing, so I dapped him up.

  “Ricky, don’t leave! I’ll do whatever you… want!” she hollered before groaning in pain. “I just love you so much…”

  “Get her some puppy pads or something so she don’t ruin the carpet.” I pulled the door open and left.

  As I jogged down the steps, I noticed my phone was lit up in my pocket.

  Taking it out, I saw my shit had dialed Draylah somehow, and she’d been on the call for the last six minutes. Snatching my phone out of my pocket, I quickly put it to my face.

  “Hello? Draylah?”

  When I got nothing back in response, I noticed my heart rate slowed down to its normal pace. Did the fact that she might have heard what the fuck just went on have me sweating like that? If I didn’t know whether or not I loved that fucking girl, the shit was just proven right now. I wasn’t scared of much, but a few seconds ago, I felt my balls shrivel at the thought of my girl hearing that shit.

  After stopping at the liquor store for a small bottle of Hennessy, I made my way home because I needed to get to Draylah’s muthafuckin’ phone ASAP. Once inside of my car garage, I threw my whip in park and climbed out. Inside the crib, I put the alarm on and then jogged up the stairs like a nigga was a fucking Olympian. The way I was acting right now was blowing me, but I couldn’t risk Draylah finding out about that bitch and her antics.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled, sighing out of relief when I saw Draylah was asleep on her stomach. For a moment, my ass got caught up at the sight because she was topless with only a thong on. Eyeing the tattoo of the nickname I gave her, I licked my lips just thinking about stretching that pussy from the back.

  Snapping back to what the fuck I came to do in the first place, I grabbed Draylah’s iPhone up from the nightstand, and shook my head at the voicemail I’d accidentally left. Typing in the code, I went straight to the phone app and deleted that shit with the quickness. After handling that bullshit, I hopped in the shower and then took my ass to bed. Tonight worked the fuck out after all.

  ***

  The next day …

  Draylah and I weren’t leaving for my promotional tour until 7 p.m. in the evening, and that was because I needed to handle some shit with one of my businesses that I was a silent partner in. Pulling into the secluded back lot of Zebra, I stopped in front of the valet associate and threw my car in park.

  “Good morning, boss.” Ronald smiled as he took my keys from me.

  “Morning. Everything good around here?” I inquired, pulling my hoodie onto my head. Whenever I handled business here, I didn’t like to be seen too much. I took the term silent partner very seriously. Not to mention, I’d planned to give my portion of the business up soon since it no longer had my interest.

  “Yes, yes, everything is great, boss.” Ronald nodded repeatedly with a smile.

  I nodded as well in response and then made my way inside. Heading up the stairs to the not so silent owner’s office, I walked right in, making her jolt from her seating position from behind her desk.

  “Well damn, you can’t knock?” Charlie folded her arms after standing up. Charlie was an okay looking bitch, who kept her personal life and shit secret. All I knew was that she had a daughter, and frankly, I didn’t give a fuck about shit else. As long as my money was right and the bitch’s credit was up to par, she could be a damn serial killer for all I cared.

  “No, I can’t fucking knock. This muthafucka is no different from any of the other shit I own. You better act like you fucking know,” I hissed, appalled as fuck that she even had the nerve to say that shit.

  Charlie usually knew better and never came out the side of her fucking neck, but for some reason, right now, she was bugging. This bitch, like most females, didn’t mean shit to me and was disposable. So if she didn’t come correct with the next sentence that came from her mouth, I was gon’ knock her stupid ass out.

  Exhaling heavily, Charlie said, “Sorry I…” She shook her head as if she was shaking the thoughts from her mind. “Well, the girls are downstairs in the locker area like you requested. But can I talk to you for a second?”

  “About what? I don’t have all fucking day.”

  “About my niece.”

  “Who the fuck is your niece?” If Charlie’s niece was one of these hoes I’d busted down, she needed to shut the fuck up before she even started. “I’m sure it’s a bitch I don’t give a fuck about.”

  Laughing angrily, she replied,” I’m sure you don’t, which is why I want you to let her be, Frederick—”

  “Who the fuck you calling Frederick?”

  “Mr. Montana, I mean. But Drayl
ah, my niece is Draylah.”

  For a moment, I stared at this bitch in disbelief because my baby couldn’t have been her niece. There was no way she was related in any way to Draylah.

  “Ah,” Charlie whimpered when I snatched her up by her throat.

  “Look bitch, I don’t know what type of muthafuckin’ game yo’ ass is trying to play, but if you ever mention my girl again, I’m gon’ smoke yo’ ass. And I put that on everything I fucking love.”

  “I—it’s not a game. Sh—” She gripped my wrist with her hands and frowned to show that she couldn’t breathe. Dropping her stupid ass, I stayed towered over her, waiting for her to finish.

  “Speak the fuck up!” I roared, making her jump.

  “Draylah is my niece, I swear to God! Look!” She slowly stood up and grabbed her phone off the desk. I waited, on edge, as she unlocked it, tapped a few things, and then showed me a picture of she and Draylah hugging. It didn’t prove they were related, but it proved she knew her. “She’s been through a lot, and I just don’t want you to add to that list.”

  “Let me explain some shit to you. Just because that’s yo’ fucking niece don’t mean we can discuss my relationship with her. Secondly, you better make me sound like the best nigga on this damn planet to Draylah when this shit comes to light. Lastly, you disrespect me again, I’m going across yo’ muthafuckin’ face. We clear?”

  “Yes, Mr. Montana.”

  “Straighten yo’ fuckin’ clothes so we can go see these females. I got somewhere to be, as you know.”

  Charlie nodded, smoothing down her clothes and still looking frazzled as fuck. Once she had her composure together enough for my liking, I followed her down to the locker area of the strip club where I had her gather all the bitches that worked here. Not too many muthafuckas knew I partly owned this shit, despite me being a well-known rapper, and I liked to keep it that way. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t gon’ make sure shit ran smoothly.

  Every so often, I would come check the place out, and sometimes I checked the girls out. I may have been a silent partner, but I was all about my muthafuckin’ bread. So not only did this muthafucka need to look nice, but the females swinging around the poles needed to be bad as fuck or out of a fucking job; simple as that. Niggas weren’t gon’ spend money on busted down ass hoes.

  “Good morning, ladies. The boss is here, and as usual, he just wants to do a little checkup,” Charlie smiled, voice chipper as fuck as if I hadn’t yoked her ass up minutes ago.

  “Good Morning, Mr. Montana.” The females smiled and giggled, standing there with their posture on one hundred like they were trying to get chose. They could cut that shit the fuck out right now.

  I said nothing in response because I wasn’t here for all that bullshit. I paced the floor slowly with my hands planted deeply in the pockets of my gray sweats, taking in each bitch I crossed. I could sense a lot of shit easily, and if I felt some shit was up, it was gon’ be hell to pay.

  “You get high?” I stopped in front of this thick white bitch.

  “Huh?”

  “Mr. Montana doesn’t repeat himself, Regina,” Charlie spoke up.

  “I umm, yeah. I smoke weed.” The bitch that I learned was Regina scratched the inner part of her forearm.

  “Nah, you on some other shit too. Get the fuck out.” I nodded towards the exit on the right.

  I started off, but felt someone grab me.

  “Wait, Mr. Montana, I— Ahhh!” Regina screamed when I bent her small hand back.

  “Don’t put ya fucking hands on me ever again. Now get the fuck out like I told yo’ base head ass to.” I spoke calmly, still holding her hand as she whimpered. Bitch must have lost her muthafuckin’ mind touching on my arm.

  When I let her hand go, Regina rushed out as if the place was on fire. Moving on, I could see the fear in the rest of the strippers’ eyes as I walked the line.

  “Are you a janitor?” I asked one pretty girl.

  “No, of course not.” Her lids lowered as she stared up at me.

  “Then why ya titties sweeping the floor? You can go too.” Before she could respond, I continued down the line, but I heard Charlie whisper to her long titty ass to just leave, as some of the fellow strippers snickered.

  Surprisingly, the rest of the females looked good as fuck; most of them even a nigga like me would spend money on. One in particular seemed a little too meek for my liking, so I stopped in front of her.

  “What’s ya name?”

  “Mikki. My birth name and work name,” she responded nervously. She was cute as fuck, but that shy shit wasn’t gon’ fly working here.

  “You need to perk the fuck up if you gon’ break bread in my shit, aight?”

  “Yes, of course. I love your music by—”

  “When I get back in a couple weeks, I’m gon’ roll through this muthafucka to see how y’all are moving. I’m firing bitches on sight, so have ya shit together.” I started towards the exit of the room as they responded simultaneously. “Charlie,” I called over my shoulder.

  Once she was outside of the room with me, I said, “Any of them bitches selling pussy?”

  “What? No!” She shook her head repeatedly. “Of course not! I told you that was a rumor!”

  Moving closer to her, I gritted, “If I find out you got these hoes slanging pussy, holding onto this fuck ass club is gon’ be the least of ya muthafuckin’ worries, you got it?”

  “Ye-yes.” She nodded.

  I could sense some dishonesty, but I had somewhere to be. If she was in fact lying, the shit would fall into my lap, and I would kill her stupid ass for doing illegal shit, knowing I was already on the police’s radar all damn day. For jeopardizing my freedom, she’d have to die. Simple.

  “Oh, and don’t worry about Draylah; I love her,” I smirked. Charlie’s eyes scanned mine and I could tell she wanted to say something, but she knew better.

  Chapter One: Draylah Omari

  Two days later …

  “How many of you niggas brought ya girls here tonight like she won’t get taken?” Ricky said into the mic, letting out his sexy chuckle as the women let out deafening screams for him. I’m sure their boyfriends and husbands were pissed, because I knew I would be. “Don’t trip; I’ll give her back before the night is over.” His sexy face bearing a wide grin as the crowd went wild, was plastered up on the big ass screen for the people sitting higher up. He was so sexy to me that I found myself just smiling while watching him.

  I was on the side of the humongous ass stage, watching him perform in front of 19,000 people inside of the T-Mobile Arena in Las Vegas. The show was sold out, and it was amazing seeing all these people here for one person; for Ricky AK.

  His manager and even Ricky himself said they didn’t expect the show to sell out since this was just a mini show to promote his album that wasn’t even out yet, but it did. The whole show had been live nonstop, and I was tired just from watching my baby move across the stage and perform.

  Being on this little tour with Ricky was actually pretty fun and relaxing. I got to see him in his element, and visit cities that I never even thought could be interesting. He even had a traveling beauty team for me to get my nails done, to give me massages, and anything else I needed. Who knew he could be so thoughtful? Plus, being around my man all day was really great. I felt like we were becoming way closer, making my feelings for him run so deeply that it was scary.

  “Big crowd tonight. Are you sticking around for the meet and greets that he’s doing?” I heard a voice. Looking to my right, I spotted Virginia, Ricky’s deejay’s assistant.

  “Oh, umm, yeah, I guess. I don’t really want to leave him, and he said we were going to dinner tonight,” I replied, and she nodded. “So, are you just Wonder’s assistant?”

  “Yeah, I help Ricky out too sometimes, when Dakota needs me too, but it’s rare.”

  I nodded with a half smile, but the beat to Ricky’s track pulled my attention away from her. We both danced along, and a few minutes l
ater, she left to go use the restroom. When she did, Ricky’s opening act, this R&B singer named Karm came and stood next to me, holding a bottle of water.

  “How you doing tonight?” He smiled, towering over me a little. He wasn’t as tall as Ricky, but he wasn’t short. His tapered curly fade was dyed a dark golden blond, and he was just very… eccentric. He had a nice sexy singing voice though.

  “I’m great. Nice job earlier, by the way,” I smiled.

  “Thank you, thank you.” He looked me up and down after gulping some of his water. “You know you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen, Draylah.”

  Laughing, I said, “Yeah right.”

  “Nah, seriously though.” He shook his head. “First time Ricky posted you on his snap, I was mesmerized, for real.”

  “Well, thank you for the compliment.”

  “Just stating facts, mama.” He drank some more water. “He good to you?”

  I was watching Ricky on stage, but I turned to my right to look at Karm since he clearly wanted to keep talking.

  “Yeah, he is. I know people don’t expect that from him, but he’s not like what everyone thinks. I mean he is, but not to me, and that’s all that matters. I ain’t into softies anyway.”

  “Yeah, well I see he got you dripping. You got ‘bout more ice than me,” Karm said, making us both laugh.

  “Golden Pussy” the last track of the night came on, and when I looked away from Karm, Ricky had his eyes on me as the beat played. The audience was going crazy, and I smiled bashfully at his fine ass before he looked away to start the verse.

  “You wanna come chill with me right quick?” Karm asked.

  “Chill with you for what?” I frowned up at him. “I know you’re not trying to fuck me while I’m on my man’s tour. And I’m sure you know how crazy he is.”

  Licking his lips as if he still had a chance, he said, “If you come right now, I can eat ya pussy before he even gets done. Or maybe later, you can come to my suite. I’m four rooms down from y’all.”