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  1

  Houston “Tony Wacko” Terranova

  “What happened to you?” Brielle shook her head. “You used to have fun with different women, took pride in it.”

  “Ain’t take pride in shit; it was just I hadn’t found a pussy that could trump all of y’all’s put together, until now.”

  “Yeah, I saw.” Brielle showed me the post I put up of Camarih. And nah, it wasn’t my story; it was on my page. Captioned that shit, ‘Hit the Jackpot.’ And I did.

  Any muthafucka that had the pleasure of laying eyes on Camarih already knew whomever her nigga was, was lucky as shit. “I just want you to give us a fair try before you make any more moves. You flaunting her is a huge slap in the face.”

  “Joy said the same shit. I ain’t give a fuck then and surely don’t give a fuck now. Y’all got shit twisted, thinking because you made a nigga nut here and there, that I gave a fuck about y’all asses.”

  “Fine. How about a farewell session?” She dropped down to her knees, reaching for my belt buckle.

  “Nah, this her dick.” I grabbed my shit and smiled at the fact that Brielle was fuming.

  Hopping up, she yelled, “Well I know for sure no bitch can fuck you like I can!”

  Just as I was about to reply, I saw Camarih in the doorway, looking mortified.

  Fuck.

  “Baby.” I stood up just as she darted away from the door to leave. Hopping up, I followed her ass, catching her just before she left out of the exit. “Camarih—”

  “Let me go.” She looked downward, not wanting to make eye contact. I noticed that was some shit she always did when she was upset.

  “Camarih, ain’t shit happen. She was—”

  “You’ve been fucking her this whole time?” She finally picked her head up, face red as hell and eyes glazed over.

  “Hell fucking nah! I ain’t been fucking nobody but you. That’s some old shit.”

  “That’s disgusting!” She tried to release herself from my grip. “You just sleep with everybody, even your own damn sister! Are you fucking Jilly too?”

  Before I knew it, I had my hand around Camarih’s neck, squeezing on that shit and trying to kill her ass for speaking on Jilly like that. For a moment, I forgot who the fuck she was, seeing her as one of these dumb ass skeezers I didn’t give two fucks about, like Joy.

  “Watch yo’ fucking mouth, Camarih. I told yo’ ass time and time again I’m not the muthafucka you wanna run that shit to.” I gritted my teeth as I choked her ass against the wall. Quickly letting go when I felt her tears hit my hand, I switched up. “I’m sor—”

  “No, I don’t want this anymore. I never did. You are not the type of man I want to be with.” Camarih sobbed, massaging her neck, which made a nigga feel bad. She was breathing heavily.

  “That shit is old! You gon’ fucking break up with me over some shit that happened before you!”

  “I’m breaking up with you because I don’t trust you! I’m breaking up with you because the thought of you being alone with any woman makes me sick to my stomach! It shouldn’t be that way! I am not the jealous type, but with you, it’s like there are no boundaries. I can’t even trust you to be around your own damn stepsister without you having stuck your dick in her or her trying to get you to do it!

  I don’t want to be stressed! You stress me out! I hate you!” Her face was wet from all the tears running down her face.

  “Nothing but some bullshit you talking. I haven’t touched one female or done any bullshit since I made you my girl, and you know that shit.”

  I was hot as a muthafucka, feeling my chest heave up and down. I should’ve been happy as fuck to be single, but I was the total fucking opposite.

  “I don’t care. I don’t want this—ahh!” Camarih gripped her stomach, whimpering in pain.

  “Baby, what’s wrong?” I cradled her body, touching her somewhat flat stomach. I could feel the hard bulge toward the bottom, and the shit was crazy every time.

  “I’m fine. Move, Houston.”

  “Camarih.” I gripped her face, kissing her lips as I pinned her against the wall. I kept kissing her no matter how much she tried to push me off with her hands. Eventually, I was smashing her body, hugging her against me tightly as fuck as I pecked her.

  She gave me nothing in return, only crying hard as hell and begging me to let her ass leave. I didn’t want to, but seeing her in pain and shit forced me to. ’Cause if she lost my baby over this bullshit, I might kill her ass.

  Releasing her, I backed away and allowed her to leave the studio. For a couple moments, I leaned against the wall, allowing my head to rest against the shit as I took a few deep breaths. I’d never in my life experienced no shit like this.

  Feeling eyes on me, I looked to my left to see Brielle peeking out of the studio room, looking dumb and shocked. It was dark as hell outside, so the streetlight was shining into the studio building, illuminating the hallway I was in a tiny bit.

  “You really like that girl.” Brielle’s voice was low and soft while she stared me down as I walked toward her, irate as fuck. She looked afraid and for good reason. “I’ve never seen you like that—”

  WHAP!

  I went across her fucking face with a backhand, causing her to screech. I then hemmed her up against the wall, using my forearm for more pressure against her throat.

  “I’m gon’ tell yo’ ass right now, Brielle. If I lose that girl over this bullshit you just pulled, I’m murking yo’ ass. I’ll do the shit then sleep like a muthafuckin baby at night. I promise you.

  I don’t want yo’ ass, and I never have. I was only fucking you, so when my pops married ya moms, I ain’t give a fuck. And whether that shit happened or not, I would’ve never in a million years made you my bitch. Ya body is cool, ya head game is better, ya pussy is nothing special, and ya personality is definitely some shit I could do without. Fuck make you think I was gon’ love you?” I grinned to fuck with her and because the sight of her losing oxygen made me happy as fuck right now. “The only bitch I’m ever gon’ be with is the one you saw roll through here a little bit ago, so you better do everything you can to make sure we stay together, or in the ground yo’ muthafuckin’ ass goes. You got me?”

  Brielle dropped to the floor once I pulled my arm from her neck and began panting.

  “Tony.”

  Nudging her head back with my gun so that she would look at me in the eyes, I repeated, “You got me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Get out.” I tucked my gun as she slowly rose to her feet. “Hurry the fuck up.” I shoved her ass by the back of her head, rushing her the fuck out.

  I shut the studio down then locked it up before driving home. I couldn’t help it, so I called Camarih a few times on the way there but got no answer.

  When I saw her whip in my driveway, I was surprised as fuck, but hurried out of my shit and into the crib. I entered the bedroom, but she wasn’t there, so I went back to the living room to see I’d passed her little ass up on the couch.

  “You can have the room,” she whispered when she saw me nearing her ass.

  “Camarih, get yo’ ass up and come sleep in the bed. Fuck I look like making you sleep on this fucking couch when you pregnant.”

  “No, Houston�
��Put me down!” She shouted when I scooped her up to carry her to the bedroom. I placed her on the bed, and she just stared up at a nigga angrily as I removed my shirt and the rest of my shit, minus my boxers. “You can’t sleep in here.”

  “Who can’t? This my fucking bed. We both ’bout to be in this bitch.” I got in next to her, caressing her stomach. After a few moments of silence, I said, “Camarih, we not broken up.”

  “Yes we are. I don’t wanna be with you.” She gazed up at the ceiling, lying on her back. I watched a tear creep out the side of her eye, so I wiped it.

  “Fuck is you crying for? I ain’t even do shit. Yeah, so what I fucked Brielle, but that shit was way before you and hasn’t even happened again for minute.”

  I wasn’t sure what the fuck I’d said, but her emotional ass was crying even harder now for some reason.

  “Why did you lie about her?” She whimpered.

  “Because I knew the shit was gon’ sound weird, and I ain’t think it was a big fucking deal. She ain’t shit but a hoe to me just like the rest of these females.”

  “You don’t love her?”

  “You gotta be fucking joking, asking me some dumb shit like that.” I got up to hover over her ass so I could look down into her eyes. On the sly, I used my knee to part her legs so I could lie comfortably in between them soft ass muthafuckas. “You the only bitch I’ve ever loved, and you know that shit.” I kissed her slowly.

  Releasing my dick, I pushed her panties to the side and forced my way in, moving in and out of her until her shit started leaking, making it easier.

  “Mmm.” She sniveled, gripping my biceps as I hit her shit deep. It was too fucking wet, making me bite down on my lip as I beat it up.

  “You love me?” I fucked her hard, liking the sex faces and the moans she let out.

  “Ye—ah. Ah.”

  “Say that shit, Camarih.”

  “I lo—ve you, Hou-ston.” She cried, cumming down my shaft as I continued pounding her shit. I wanted to make a mark on the pussy, make sure she remembered that this shit would always belong to a nigga.

  “Who this shit belong to?” I gripped the front of her neck, putting every inch in her guts.

  I was fucking her hard as shit, partially because I was pissed at how she blew the fuck up on me back at the studio. She could tell; I knew by the look in her eyes just before she creamed again.

  “You. I’m so—rry.” She added the last part on her own. Yep, I knew my bitch like the back of my fucking hand.

  Giving her five hard pumps, I shot off inside of her before lowering down to suck on her lips. Her legs trembled against my sides as she breathed heavily as fuck.

  After kissing for a little bit, we took a shower together, and I couldn’t help but to bend her over. Seeing that water cascade down her fat ass as I hit it from the back was a sight that never got old to a nigga.

  We dried off, and I went to lie down while she took forever putting body butter all over herself. I wasn’t gon’ complain though, because I appreciated that soft ass skin and that pretty ass body.

  “Bring yo’ fine ass here,” I told her as she walked around the bed, grinning. She got in the bed with me and pecked my lips. Gripping her chin gently, I put her on her back and asked through clenched teeth, “I stress you out?”

  “No.”

  “Fuck you say that shit for then?”

  “Was angry.” Her eyes darted around my face as I let her chin go.

  “I don’t like when you lie. What I tell you about that?” She said nothing, so I asked again, “I stress you?”

  “It’s not your fault; it’s mine. I just love you so much, and I already have an issue thinking about you being around women, so knowing even Brielle was someone you slept with hurt me.”

  “I love you, Camarih. You know what the fuck that means coming from a nigga like me?”

  “Yes.” She nodded. “I love you too.”

  “I know.” I smirked when she rolled her eyes.

  “When was the last time you… did something with Brielle? Couple years ago?”

  “Camarih, it don’t fucking matter.”

  “More recent than that?” Her brows dipped.

  “Not while we was together.”

  “When, Houston?”

  “I don’t know, shit, like six months ago. It was just some head. It don’t fucking matter. I haven’t fucked the bitch in a couple years, and only been getting sucked up here and there.”

  “Oh my gosh.” Camarih moved from being under me, so I reached to grab her when she tried to get out of the bed. “So you got some head from her as recent as when you met me? So at one point, you were fucking me, Joy, and Brielle, I bet!”

  “You and Joy, yes. Brielle, nah. I got head once. I just told yo’ ass that.”

  “You got Joy pregnant before too, which means you were fucking us raw at the same time.”

  “No I wasn’t. Camarih, this shit is dumb. I strapped up with every bitch I ran up in when I started smashing you.”

  She was about to speak again, but instead, she broke down into tears. Sitting up, I pulled her over to me, hugging her body as it jerked from her sobbing.

  “I can’t be with you, Tony. I’m not like this.” She buried her face into my chest as she cried.

  “Aight, cool.” I dropped her out my lap onto the mattress and got out the bed.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Don’t worry about where the fuck I’m going. I’m not yo’ nigga.”

  “Houston—”

  “Nah. Fuck you, Camarih. You wanna use a dumb ass excuse to break up, I’m gon’ let you do it. I ain’t begging a bitch to be with me. You must be out yo’ monkey ass mind if you think I’m ’bout to.”

  “A dumb excuse?” Her face was drenched from crying, and red too, but her ass was still pretty as fuck. I hated this bitch. “I love you, and you say you love me, but you don’t even care to make me feel better. You want me to be honest with you all the time, but you’re always lying to me or keeping secrets.”

  “You can stay in this room,” was all I said before leaving out. I heard her ass calling my name, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  Should’ve stayed on my usual bullshit instead of making her stupid ass my girl. Now she had a nigga feeling shit and emotions that I really could do the fuck without. It was cool though. Camarih would be nothing to me just like the rest of these females. Her being my baby mama wasn’t gon’ mean shit.

  Camarih Marlon

  The next night…

  Like last night, I was barely able to sleep, because all I could think about was Tony. I was realizing that I’d never been in love before because this felt different. When Driz and I would argue or when Prince and I would argue, I would be so angry and furious that all I could think about was fighting once I came in contact with them. But not with Tony, and it wasn’t just because the nigga was insane.

  Being on the outs with him was depressing. I didn’t feel upset or enraged. I felt sad, incomplete, and sorrowful. I missed him, even though I’d seen him earlier today. We didn’t talk, and he didn’t touch me at all. I didn’t expect him to be welcoming to me after last night, but I wished he understood my angle.

  The hormones had me feeling extremely emotional, and every time I looked up, there was a new woman in his life for some reason or another. And him lying about the nature of his and Brielle’s relationship only made things worse, outside of the fact that what they had was strange to me.

  Him keeping Brielle a secret also made me wonder what other hoes he’d lied about, and that was a stressor I didn’t need. If he’d been honest from day one, maybe this wouldn’t have been an issue.

  The mere thought of him leaving the house stressed me out at times, and I refused to lose another baby over its father. So, if being broken up with Tony would ensure my baby’s safety, then so be it.

  I heard the front door slam, and my eyes darted to the clock on his nightstand, which read 3 a.m. To be honest, I couldn’t sleep knowing he
was out, because of course I was wondering what he was doing and who he was doing it with. I’d contemplated texting or calling him, but I had to stand firm.

  “Shit.” I heard him mumble after slamming the door to the fridge.

  His footsteps came closer, and my heart rate sped up at the thought of seeing his handsome face. Moments later, he entered, rocking his usual: jeans, a white t-shirt, an open flannel, and some Old Skool Vans, the ones with the checkerboard design on the sides. His Hermés cologne filled the air as he set his glass of water on the dresser before removing his shoes.

  I stared him down in the dark room, and he didn’t notice me until he took his shirt off to expose his chiseled body, skin looking like he’d been dipped in sweet, warm caramel. His tattoos gave him that rugged look. My baby daddy was so fine, and even though I was broken up with him, I wanted to fuck him.

  “Hi,” I spoke stupidly. I just loved him. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he removed his shirt.

  He said nothing before walking to my side of the bed with his pants unbuckled. Snatching the covers back, he got on top of me, and I realized he was drunk and high. He planted sloppy kisses on my neck, before sucking it, while ripping my panties with ease. I’d be lying if I said his movements weren’t turning me on.

  “You fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.

  “Houston, no.”

  Seeing he was drunk pissed me off. This was the only reason he was even paying me any mind. Nigga acted like I was invisible this morning and hadn’t said shit to me all day via text or phone call.

  “No, what?” He began pushing my gown up while kissing down my stomach.

  “I don’t want to; you’re drunk.”

  “I don’ fucked you drunk before. And we not together. Fuck I need to be sober to bust a nut for?” He frowned his sexy face as he tried to pull my gown over my head.

  “Bust a nut? That’s all fucking me is to you?”

  “Yeah; that’s what hoes is for. So we ’bout to fuck or nah?” He checked his watch.