Another Hood Love (19 page)

“Was that a female voice I heard. Are you with a girl?” Keisha tested in his ear.

“Uhhh, no. I mean yeah, sort of. It ain’t nobody.”

NeTasha gave him an icy look and scribbled her number on a piece of paper, shoved it in his pocket and took off into a trot for the bus. He couldn’t help but admire her round backside as it bounced from side-to-side.

“Who is she?” Keisha continued.

“Nobody just some chick asking directions. She gone and on the bus now.” Trigga tactfully changed the subject.

He watched NeTasha board her bus. She frowned and gestured, pointing at his phone, and mouthed, “That’s your girlfriend.” Trigga caught her message and smiled to himself as the bus passed him by.

“I’ll come get you later on and we’ll finish our date.”

“What about your brother?” Keisha asked tersely, not bothering to hide her apprehension.

“Don’t worry yo’ lil’ ass bout that. When I say I got it, I got it,” Trigga said assumingly and possibly underestimating the situation. “Let me hit you back later.”

Trigga hung up the phone before she could respond. He had a job to do and not long to do it.

***

Keisha hung up the phone and sat it on her nightstand as she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat down on her bed. She pulled out her Physics book and tried to concentrate on the lesson for the day. She wasn’t in class because, to be honest, she couldn’t stomach a lecture that day. Her mind was on Trigga, Lloyd, Mase and the gun sitting in the drawer of her nightstand.

The last time she’d held a gun, she’d almost ruined a life when she’d nearly killed Lloyd and his pregnant wife. It was a day that she didn’t want to remember so she’d tried to wipe it from her mind. Now she had the gun Trigga had given her which was a constant reminder not only of that day but also the dangerous situation that she’d found herself in.

Grabbing the phone again, she dialed a number and held on the line while the phone rang. When the line answered, Keisha heard a lot of noise in the background before the person on the other line finally answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey girl, this Keesh. I was wondering if I could borrow your notes from class. I’m sorry to ask but I’m having the hardest time right now…”

“Don’t mention it, Keesh. I’ll email it to you…er, let me call you back later, okay? I can barely hear you.”

“Okay. Thank you so much!” Keisha hung up the phone and turned back towards the book on her bed. But less than two seconds later, she was back to daydreaming about other things. Mainly Trigga’s sexy ass.

Pulling herself from out of her daydream, Keisha looked up when she heard three light taps on her door. It was Tish.

“Hey,” Tish said. She had a worried expression on her face.

“Hey,” Keisha responded. She wiped again at her face and tried to smile but from the look on Tish’s face, she could see that her forced smile did nothing to hide her mood.

“I’m about to head out to the club and try to get some extra hours in. You gonna be alright here by yourself?”

Keisha wanted to say no, but she nodded her head anyways. “Yeah, I’m hoping that Trigga will be here soon, anyways.”

Tish gave her a look and then walked in the room and sat down on the bed. “You think that’s best? I mean…every since I’ve known you, you’ve been caught up in some shit with him. Maybe some distance is what you need.”

Keisha gave her a look and snorted. “I’m surprised you would say that from the way your mouth was hanging wide open when he came over here.”

Tish smiled and ran her hand through her hair. “Well, the nigga is
fine
but I heard the conversation you just had with him and I see how you’re looking right now. You have a good future ahead of you and being pulled in some gangster shit that ain’t even bout you…that’s not a good look.”

Keisha nodded her head. “I know.” She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute as she thought about what Tish was saying. Then she opened her eyes and looked into her friend’s caring eyes. “You’re right. I’ll talk to him about everything when he picks me up tonight. And I’ll give him back his gun.”

Tish sighed and stood up. “Well, I’on know about all
that
. We can use some protection in here. We do live in the muthafuckin’ hood.” She laughed and Keisha joined in, despite her feelings.

“We can keep that but I can look at you and tell that you ain’t no ride or die type bitch, Keesh. You’re more of a ‘ride and live comfy’ bitch. This thug shit ain’t in you.”

Keisha sat quietly and thought about Tish’s words as she walked out of the room. She was right. The entire ordeal was stressing her the fuck out and it was taking everything in her power not to pull out a bag of the coke that she’d stole from Lloyd’s spot and snort her worries away.

Trigga knew he was dead ass wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. At the same time, he reasoned that he wasn’t in the wrong. Keisha wasn’t his girlfriend so he didn’t have any loyalties to her. Although he felt in himself that he did, the fact of the matter was that she was just some chick he knew. She’d gotten herself mixed up in his shit and he felt bad about that so he also felt the need to protect her, but she wasn’t
his
girl. Therefore what he chose to do with his dick and the tight, sweet pussy in front of him was his business.

“Kevin, I’ve never done this before,” Tasha whispered as she looked at him. Trigga frowned slightly then he remembered that Kevin was the name he had given her and relaxed.

Tasha was butt-naked, like the day she was born. Trigga licked his lips and looked at her sexy ass, ignoring what she was saying. He didn’t care whether or not she’d done this before or not. He needed some pussy…no strings attached type pussy. He didn’t want to get up and have feelings.

It was why he chose to fuck Tasha before he went to see Keisha. If he let himself do something wit Keisha that night, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his mind. At the moment, he hadn’t even done anything with her and she had a nigga fiending for her presence as it was. What the hell would happen if he did fuck her and her pussy was everything he thought it was?

After he hung up the phone with Keisha, he hopped in the whip and drove over to the East side where he knew Lloyd’s thug ran free. He was able to catch up with two of the top niggas in Lloyd’s crew, Grimey and Murder, who had been with him at the club that infamous night. Trigga knew Lloyd would be home soon and he wanted to send a message to him before he even got back on the streets. Queen had given him a list of niggas to take care of in addition to Lloyd.

“Kenyon, AK, Murder, Grimey and Roach…” Trigga muttered under his breath.

In a dark black Impala that he’d rented that morning, Trigga sat outside the stash spot that he’d located the day before he first saw Keisha and waited. After about fifteen minutes of sitting and counting the bodies, he noted it was about fifteen niggas inside, more than he could handle on his own and he couldn’t see faces. Then a skinny, bow-legged man walked outside. While yapping on his phone, he bent the corner to take a piss. Shaking his head, Trigga chuckled lightly to himself, jumped out the whip and walked right up on him.

When he got to him, he pressed his gun against the man’s skull right as he hung up his phone and began pulling up his pants. The man jumped and stopped moving immediately.

“Fuckin’ move and I’ll put a bullet in ya’ bitch ass. Walk wit’ me,” he commanded the man.

One thing was for certain, the man seemed to be a straight gangsta through and through. He didn’t bat an eye when Trigga walked up on him. He simply placed his hands to his side and moved with Trigga behind the house next door.

“Who da fuck all in there?” Trigga asked once they stopped walking.

“Nigga, I’m EPG. I’m ready to die fo dis shit!” the man snarled at him, his back still to Trigga and the cold barrel of the gun pressed against his head. Snickering, Trigga clicked his tongue and pulled the gun away. Then he quickly fired off a shot in the man’s foot.

“AHHH—” his screams were cut off by Trigga slamming the butt of the gun hard against his head.

“Who in there?” he repeated. “Yell and I’mma shoot ya in ya other foot.” The man’s bottom lip quivered and his face was twisted up from the pain he felt. He started teetering forward as if the pain was making his right leg go limp.

When he didn’t answer immediately, Trigga pointed the gun to his foot.

“WAIT! SHIT! It’s EP, Tony, Grimey, Cali, and Roach. Damn!”

Two outta the five…

“And what’s yo name?”

“June Bug!” He winced and slowly bent his neck down to look at his bloody foot. His eyes bugged when he saw that his shoe was totally soaked with the blood almost to the point that you couldn’t see anything else.

“Gimme your cell phone,” Trigga told him. The man reached down and pulled his cell out of his pocket with a shaky hand. Trigga snatched it from him and started scrolling through his contacts.

Yo’ man, I—”

Trigga let off a shot in the man’s head and his body fell like a sack of potatoes onto the wet grass. He sent a text to Grimey.

Black on da phone. Wanna talk to u n Roach outside. Im out back.

Trigga crept out from behind the house next door and waited for the two gangsters to walk outside. Grimey was the first one to bend the corner and he was the recipient of the first bullet that came from Trigga’s gun. Stepping out from behind the house, he caught Roach in the back of the head Before he hopped in his whip to leave, he grabbed Grimey and Roach’s cells and sent a text to the numbers saved for AK and Murder.

TQC
was all it said and was all it needed to say. He knew that they would spread the word to Lloyd and Kenyon that The Queen Cartel had struck again.

After taking care of business, Trigga couldn’t even lie. He had pussy on his mind. He needed to relax, clear his mind and regroup. So he called the number he had for Tasha. She already knew the deal with Keisha from the conversation she’d overheard earlier and from the way she had thrown herself at him, he thought she would be more than ready.

Trigga’s mind was all over the place and he was stressed like a muthafucka. Nothing like some good pussy to help put his mind at ease and, just as he thought, when he called Tasha, she was at home and readily invited him over. And that’s how he landed himself here…in her room, licking his lips as he admired her sexy, curvy body, and smooth mocha-colored skin.

“Mmmm, that feels so good,” Tasha moaned as Trigga stirred the inside of her pussy with his two fingers. The smacking noise it was making as he did it let him know that she was wet…just what he needed.

Test one passed,
he thought to himself.

Then he pulled his fingers out and, in a real slick undercover way, passed his fingers quickly in front of his nose so that he could get a whiff of her sex. She smelled like fresh pussy with a hint of Jasmine from whatever body wash or lotion she used.

She’s clean. Test two passed.

Pulling up, Trigga pulled a condom down on his dick and then pushed her legs wide open gently. He leaned down and pulled in one of her chocolate drop nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. Tasha gasped out loud and her legs opened wider as she prepared for him to enter her. And that’s just what he did.

“OW!” Tasha yelped out once he entered in. Trigga stopped moving suddenly.

“You okay?” he asked as he looked in her pain-filled eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re so….big. Can you just go a little slower?”

Trigga nodded his head but he was a little frustrated. He didn’t want to go slow. He just wanted to fuck so he could get a nut and clear his mind. This slow, love-making shit wasn’t a part of his plans. Sighing, he slowed it down and pulled out a little so that he wasn’t all the way in.

Tasha let out a soft, long moan as he stroked gently in her and Trigga gripped the sheets tightly while biting his bottom lip. It had been so long since he’d had sex because of all the shit going on so that, combined with the fact that Tasha was tight as hell, had him damn near forcing himself not to cum to fast. Even through the condom, he could feel her velvety cave. She was tight, almost like she was a damn virgin.

“Damn, girl you got some good pussy,” he moaned into her ear.

“Mmmm! God, this is starting to feel so good,” she said through her teeth as she slowly began grinding against him.

Trigga leaned up and looked at her face; her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting down on her bottom lip as she twerked awkwardly against him. As he stroked slowly, he continued to watch her. She was beautiful but still he wished she were Keisha.

Shit, I’m trippin’
, he thought to himself. Here he was in some of the best pussy he’d had in his life and he was thinking about another woman.

Closing his eyes, Trigga continued pushing in and out of Tasha but he still couldn’t get the image of Keisha out of his mind. When he opened his eyes and he saw Tasha instead of her, he felt his erection going down.

Shit!

“Is everything alright?” Tasha asked him.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” he lied. He pulled out and started stroking his dick. When he looked into Tasha’s eyes, he saw that she was giving him a concerned look.

“You don’t…I don’t feel good to you?” she asked him. The expression on her face made him feel like shit.

“Yeah, ma,” he said. “Actually, you almost feel too good. A nigga tryin’ to keep from bustin’ quick. That’s all.” That made her smile. “Turn over,” he said.

Tasha wasted no time turning over and lifting her ass high up in the air. Trigga smiled and smacked it hard as he pulled up on top of her. Pushing himself in, he stirred around in her and closed his eyes and thought of Keisha. His dick got rock hard and he started fucking the shit out of Tasha’s pussy with the vision of Keisha’s sweet face in his mind’s eye. When he opened his eyes, the back of Tasha’s head allowed him to continue imagining that it was Keisha and not Tasha who was moaning and yelling out his name as he continued to fuck her like she had the best pussy in the world.

“Shit, Keesh! Got damn!” he yelled out right as he was about to come. Not realizing his blunder, he continue stroking and pushing up into Tasha’s pussy until he felt the orgasm rise up through his dick. He was so lost in ecstatsy and thoughts of Keisha that he didn’t even realize that Tasha had gone rigid and her moaning had stopped.

“Damn, you got some good shit. Fuck…” Trigga said once he pulled out of her.

Tasha flipped around and pulled away from him slowly. She had an odd look in her eyes but Trigga couldn’t tell why so he dismissed it and got up to walk to the bathroom. When he turned on the light, he looked down to remove the condom but was caught off guard by something he saw.

“Shit…you on your period?” he yelled from inside the bathroom. When Tasha didn’t answer, he poked his head out to look at her. “Hello?”

Tasha had her head down. When she raised it up to look at him, he saw that she had tears in her eyes. “No.”

“Well, there is blood on the condom,” he said to her as he pointed to the rubber still on his dick. “What the fuck you cryin’ for?”

Tasha sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes. “I told you…I never done this before.”

Dread overcame Trigga as the realization of what she’d meant came over him. He’d thought she was saying she’d never slept with a nigga on the first night before…that’s what all the bitches he’d fucked as soon as he met them had said. But she’d meant that she had never had sex before. She was a damn virgin.

“FUCK!” Trigga shouted out as he rubbed his hand over his face. The smell of Tasha’s dried pussy juices on his finger stung his nose. “Man, Tasha…I’m sorry. I didn’t know that’s what you meant.”

“You said her name when you came,” she responded quietly.

“What?” Trigga asked her, only half-listening as he tried to take the condom off without touching any of the blood. Finally he snatched it off and tossed it down the toilet bowl before flushing it.

How could I be so damn stupid?
he thought.

Messing with virgins were bad news. He had a lot of shit already weighing on his conscience and he didn’t want to have this on there, too. Bad enough that he was planning on fucking and leave. Now he found out that she had probably been saving her virginity for Jesus and he’d messed up what should have been a good experience between her and some lame, goofy ass college nigga.

“When you came…you said ‘Keesh’. You said her name…” Tasha’s voice trailed off.

Trigga looked up at her and saw that she was wiping tears from her eyes.

I can’t deal with this shit right now,
he thought.

“Tasha, look, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you were a virgin.” He paused as he tried to find the right words to fix the situation so he could get the hell out of there. “Technically, you still a virgin, if you think about it. I didn’t put my whole dick in there. So you good.”

Tasha looked at him like she wasn’t convinced. Trigga sighed and started pulling on his clothes. There wasn’t nothing else he could do. He damn sure wasn’t about to be her boyfriend or nothin’.

“Listen, I’ll leave you my number. Call me if you need anything,” he said. “I have to go handle some shit that I forgot about and I’ll catch up with you later.”

After getting dressed, he scribbled his number down on a sheet of paper and handed it to Tasha. The whole time before he walked out of her front door, he tried to ignore the look of longing, sadness and hurt in her eyes.