“I could find another bitch tomorrow, and you would still be a single mother, so what does marriage have to do with anything?” My head whipped in his direction because he couldn’t have been serious. He must have realized he made a mistake because he quickly tried to fix his statement.
“What I’m tryna say is that you can’t predict the future, so why not just go with the flow. All you should be focused on right now is our relationship and building a life together. I need a son to carry on my legacy and teach the game to. We already live together, so I don’t understand what the big deal is.”
“The big deal is that Promise is only six months old, and I’m not ready for another baby. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, so I don’t want to bring another human into the world until I’m established. Kids aren’t accessories that you pick up and down because they’re cute. They required a lot of attention. Right now, I want to focus all of my attention on Promise.” I attempted to reason with him, but the look on his face told me he wasn’t buying it.
“I don’t understand why you’re so stressed about the future. I take care of you and all of the bills. You don’t have to work or anything. I mean, if you want to start a little business, all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll give you the bread for it. Outside of that, you should just enjoy being the wifey of a rich nigga.” I rolled my eyes because, of course, he missed the point, and I was over the conversation.
Chop had been in the streets long before we got together. I met him while walking to the store with some of my girls. He was handsome with long locs and a diamond grill. All of the girls were practically falling over their own feet to get close to him. I felt a wave of nerves the moment our eyes locked, and I had no idea what I was in for. Now here we are years later, and I was head over heels in love with him. We had been through our share of ups and downs, but he was there for me when it counted.
When my mother was killed by a drunk driver five years ago, I was devastated. I could barely get out of bed, but Chop took care of me. He handled all of her arrangements and comforted me in my time of need. Although he had some shit to him, I could count on him when it mattered most. I hadn’t paid a bill in years, and we lived a very comfortable life.
Folks in our neighborhood called us hood royalty, but there were a lot of sacrifices and stress that went into dating a man like Chop. Every time he stepped out of the door, I wondered if it would be the last time. Young black men in our neighborhooddied young, and their lifestyles only added a target on their backs. While I enjoyed the financial perks of life, I hated the constant worry that came along with them. Chop swore he would never get killed or locked up, but neither of those things could be prevented if he was still in the streets. I disliked his arrogance because he never took my concerns seriously.
Then there was the issue with his infidelities. He claimed he had only stepped out twice that I knew of, but I found it hard to trust him. Honestly, we wouldn’t have even been together had I not gotten pregnant with Promise. He used my pregnancy as a way to convince me to forgive him so we could raise her as a family. My foolish tail fell for it because I desperately wanted her to experience what it was like to have a real family. A lot of people judged me for putting up with his bullshit, but they didn’t understand what it felt like to feel alone in the world. Chop was the only person I knew who would never leave me.
“Why are you so quiet, baby? You want me to eat your pussy when we get home?” Chop winked at me, making me blush. That was the one thing I loved most about him. Chop was a pleaser in the bedroom. He made sure I came back to back before he got his. His dick was average in size, but his pussy eating skills were top-tier. I often teased him that it was one of the reasons I was still around. I had never met a man who could please me the way he did.
“Only a fool would turn down head. Thank you for taking me out tonight. The food at Premiere was way better than, Mara said, it was. She made it seem like it was basic.” When I mentioned that my man was taking me to the new spot, Premiere, my cousin, Samara, tried to downplay it, as if the restaurant was mediocre. She told me that I should ask him to take me somewhere else because it was a waste of money. I wondered if maybe she had a bad night, because everythingabout the experience was exquisite, from the service to the food. I even ordered some food to go because it was so delicious.
“You know your cousin is a hater. She’s probably mad because she doesn’t have a nigga to spend that kind of money on her. I keep telling you that she’s jealous of you,” Chop scoffed.
“Why would she be jealous of me? I don’t have anything.” This wasn’t the first time he mentioned my cousin being jealous of me, but I couldn’t understand it. Samara could be negative at times, but I never saw it as jealousy.
“I’m telling you that she doesn’t have good intentions. Every time you’re with her, she’s always in your ear, telling you that you can do better. What does she have that can even compare to what I provide for you? Huh? How can she tell you that you deserve better when she’s walking around with knock-off brands and cheap ass wigs? That’s what you call a bitter bitch. She wants to fuck up your happy home so that you’ll be just as lonely and pathetic as she is. Meanwhile, I would bet any amount of money that she would trade places with you. I don’t like the bitch, but I understand she’s family. You’re gonna have to learn your lessons the hard way.” I cringed at how harshly he spoke about my cousin.
Samara wasn’t perfect by any means, but we never had any major issues in the past. In fact, she was the person I went to whenever I was feeling some way about the stupid shit Chop put me through. I never took her words of advice as a sign of jealousy because I would give the same advice to someone else.
Life had dealt her a rough hand, so she was skeptical about a lot of things. We were both raised by our mothers, but hers wasn’t interested in being a parent, so Mara spent a lot of time at our house. Aunt Ramisha was a drunk, but she was also male-centered. On any given day, you would see her with another man who was old enough to be her son. She never cared, though, and would move in whenever she felt like it. My momma got on herabout having men running in and out of her house, but she never listened. As a result, Samara became pregnant with one of her mother’s boyfriends.
Auntie Ramisha went crazy on Mara, claiming that she was jealous and didn’t want to see her happy, but it was deeper than that. Like most black families, we kept certain secrets within the family, but everyone knew the truth. Auntie Ramisha couldn’t bear to see Mara as a victim because then she would have to take accountability for her choices. Instead, she saw her as the other woman and kicked her out on the street. She gave birth to her son, Keion, and eventually moved in with us until she turned nineteen.
Mara was a bit of a wild one, but she was a damn good mother to her son. He was well-mannered, and she kept him looking nice. I won’t pretend as if she wasn’t always out partying, but I understood where she came from. She never truly got the chance to be a teenager, so she was playing catch-up.
“Are you staying in for the night, or do you have to leave?” I changed the subject because I wasn’t interested in discussing my cousin after such an incredible date night.
“I’m supposed to make a run later on tonight, but you’ll be asleep by then. You’ve got me all to yourself for the night. I love you, Peace. Your momma picked the perfect name to describe you because you bring peace to my life. I can see myself settling down and raising our family together, and that’s a big deal because I never thought that was possible for myself. I know you’re getting restless, but I promise if you hold on a little while longer, I’m gonna make it worth your while. You mean the world to me, girl. Nobody else could ever compare to you.” Chop lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. It was moments like this that made me remember why I loved him so much.
“I love you, too, baby. More than you’ll ever understand.” His lips pressed against my hand once again.
Chop had been making an effort to be a better person, and I appreciated his progress. I wasn’t ready for kids, but I could see us having them in the future. Chop was a natural provider, and I believed he would make a great father one day.
“Shit,” Chop barked as flashing lights beamed from behind his truck. He hurriedly put out his blunt and attempted to air the car out by letting down all of the windows. I had been pulled over by the cops before, so I wasn’t too afraid, but I wondered why they were stopping us. I often teased Chop about his lead foot, but I didn’t think he was driving too fast tonight. I must have been wrong.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby. They’ll probably give you a ticket and send you on your way. Try to remain calm.” I wanted to reassure him so that he wouldn’t make himself seem guilty.
“It’s not that simple, bae. I told you I had a stop to make later, and it was to drop off some work. It’s in the glove compartment along with my gun. I need you to do me a favor.” The panicked look on his face freaked me out because I had never seen him this frightened. I watched as he slowly pulled over on the side of the road, and sure enough, the cops pulled right behind him.
“Anything. What can I do?”
“Do you trust me?”
I should have answered truthfully and told him no, but instead I nodded as the officer pulled up. I had no idea that night would change my life forever.
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“Damn, daddy. Keep fucking me!”Belleza moaned as I fucked her from the back. I was trying not to nut, but the way Daisy was licking my balls, I wasn’t sure how long I could hold it.
