Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill Page 10

  “Azir, cut it out. You’re being very disrespectful right about now. You better get the hell on with that shit.”

  “I’m just saying. That’s your man? Cause you brought this nigga up in here, in a house my pop’s money bought and y’all laughing and kickin’ it up in here.”

  “Boy, get the fuck outta here.”

  I got up and pushed his ass out. By this time, I was fuming with anger. This fucking child of mine must’ve lost his fucking mind. I watched as he walked into the kitchen.

  “Azir, you wrong! Why would you disrespect your mother and her company like that?” Jeanette said. Clearly, she was upset.

  “Grandma, I ain’t disrespect her. I was talkin’ to the nigga. I mean, I’m tryna find what he want wit’ her.”

  “Boy shut up! Your mother is grown and you’re out of line. Right is right and wrong is wrong.”

  I walked back into the dining room; Dwayne was getting up from the table.

  “What you doing? You’re leavin’?”

  “Listen Ma, I’ma let you handle your situation wit’ yo’ son.”

  “What you mean? Ain’t nothing to handle.”

  He continued to walk toward the door, and I followed behind him.

  “Dwayne, that’s how you goin’ do it?”

  “Sierra, chill out. All I’m doing is removing myself from a situation that can turn out wrong.” I saw the sincerity in his eyes. This was my cue to let him go.

  “Aiight Bae. I’ll be there later tonight.”

  “Bet,” he said, jumped into his Charger and pulled off.

  I practically ran up in the house yelling, “Azir, where your ass at?”

  I didn’t see him downstairs, so I ran upstairs to his room. I pushed the door open. He was sitting on his bed talking on the phone.

  “Get the fuck off the phone.” I yanked that shit from his ear.

  “Man, what you doin’? Chill out.”

  “No! I’m tired of your shit. You walked the fuck up in here and disrespected me and my company. I’m sick and tired of you and your fucked-up ways. Yo’ ass need to find you somewhere to live, ‘cause I refuse to live wit’ you any longer.”

  “You mad over this nigga? How long you been seeing him anyway?”

  “Boy, you not fuckin’ gettin’ it. I’m fuckin’ grown. Who I date is none of your fuckin’ business. One thing I won’t tolerate is you disrespecting me. You hear me? You have until the end of the week to find you somewhere to live.”

  “I see how it is. You choosing dick over your seed. It’s funny ‘cause my pops money bought this,” he pointed to the walls in his room, to signify the whole house.

  “Alijah is fuckin’ dead. He ain’t coming back, so get the fuck over it. If he was here, you damn sure wouldn’t talk to me like you do. He would’ve knocked your fuckin’ head off.”

  “I know dude from somewhere.”

  Right then his phone rang and he got up to pick it up off the floor.

  “Oh yeah. I knew that’s where I knew that nigga from. Yeah, that’s him. Aiight fam.” He hung up his phone.

  He then turned to me, and made a sarcastic laugh. “You know what’s crazy? You done sat here and ridiculed me every day for being in the streets, but here you are messing around with one of the biggest dope boys in the ATL. That’s being a hypocrite. I knew I knew that nigga, just had to remember from where. You brought that nigga to the house; you don’t know who he got beef with.”

  “Azir, stay the fuck out of my life. This is my house and I will bring whoever I choose up in here. . I mean it; find somewhere to live by Friday.” I slammed the door behind me.

  “Sierra—” Jeanette tried to say something.

  “Not right now,” I cut her off.

  I went into my room and locked my door. I let out a deep sigh. I was mad as fuck. This shit couldn’t possibly be happening. This boy really tried me and to add insult to injury, called me a hypocrite. Just because I fuck a dope boy doesn’t mean I want my child to be one. I was fucking done. Until he got his shit in order, I refused to deal with him.

  I lay in the bed for a good two hours, just thinking about Dwayne and what he did for a living. I wonder if I wanted to go down that same route. I vowed that I would never mess with another dope boy, but this wasn’t planned; it just happened. I had another chance of experiencing real love and here this boy was trying to mess it up for me! I took a shower, put on some shorts and a wife beater, grabbed my pocketbook and left out the house.

  I used the key he gave me to open the door. I didn’t see his car in the driveway, so I figured he wasn’t home. I went inside and went into the bedroom. It was empty, so I dialed his number.

  “Yo, whaddup?”

  “Hey Babe, I’m at your house.”

  “A’ight, cool. I got one more run to make and then I’ll be there.”

  “Okay, cool.”

  I tried to figure out what kind of mood he was in. He didn’t seem upset, which was great because I had something planned for him.

  I lit the candles that I brought and placed them all over the room, put some slow jams on, took off my clothes and put on my sexy Victoria’s Secret lingerie.

  It didn’t take long for him to get to the house. I listened as he walked up the stairs. I got up ran bath water and lit candles around his Jacuzzi.

  “Babe, where you at?” he yelled out.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Huh?”

  “You heard me. Come on.” I motioned toward the bathroom.

  “Get in,” I demanded.

  He got in and I started to wash him down. “Relax and close your eyes.”

  I washed his chest down and then went down to his dick. I gently washed his dick while I massaged his balls. I could tell he was enjoying himself, ‘cause he let out a slight growl. I finished washing him. I let out the water and filled it back up. I rinsed his body off.

  “C’mon Babe.”

  I threw him a towel and walked into the room. After he dried off, he sat down on the bed.

  “Lay down.”

  By this time, John Legend’s song “All of Me” was blasting through the surround system. I grabbed my African Pride Oil and I started rubbing him down from his chest down. I massaged his dick and his balls. After I finished I started kissing his chest.

  “Damn boo. What a nigga did to deserve this?”

  “Shhh. Relax, I got this.”

  I walked over to his dresser where I had the whipped cream. I squeezed some out on the tip of his dick, and then I knelt down and slowly licked it off. I then used my tongue to spread it all down his ten-inch dick. I squirted some more on his balls, and I slowly took each ball in my mouth. He grabbed my weave as his toes balled up.

  “Shawty, come here.”

  “Not yet.”

  I sucked his dick so damn good he couldn’t hold back anymore and he bust all in my mouth. I didn’t shift; I opened my mouth wide, as he squirted every ounce of his juice down my throat. I swallowed every drop and used my tongue to clean his dick off, which instantly made his manhood hard again. That’s when I got on him and slowly slid down on his dick. I tightened up my muscles and squeezed down on every inch of dick God gave him. While doing this, I started to fondle my breasts and lick them in a seductive way.

  I guess he had enough, ‘cause he slung me off him in an aggressive manner. He then pushed me down on my stomach and slid his dick in my sugar hole.

  “Aargh aargh,” I moaned.

  Damn, I thought I was the shit; that was until he applied pressure. I tried to climb up in the bed, at least try to eliminate some of the pressure, but I couldn’t move. He held me around my stomach and pulled my ass toward him. Being the bad bitch I was, I had no choice but to throw that ass back and take the dick.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Yours daddy.”

  “A’ight then, take this dick.”

  This nigga then flipped me on my back; I swear he was acting as if I was a rag doll. He threw my legs on his sho
ulders, and then slid into my wet pussy. He banged out my walls for a good thirty minutes non-stop. When he was finished, I ran to the bathroom to run cold water on it. My pussy was burning from that dick whipping it took. The saying be careful of what you wish for was really true.

  We got into the shower together and after we washed each other off, we got into bed holding each other. “God thank you for sending him,” I whispered, right before I dozed off.

  That morning I got up early. I had to head to the east and Lord; the traffic on a Monday morning was no joke. I tried to tiptoe around the room. I didn’t want to wake him after all the work he put in last night. I grabbed my pocketbook and keys, about to leave.

  “Sierra,” he called out to me.

  “Babe, did I wake you up? I was trying to be quiet.”

  “Nah, I’m good. I need to holla at you right quick.”

  “Oh okay.” I walked back to the bed.

  My heart sank. After what happened yesterday, I wondered if he was going to tell me that he couldn’t fuck wit’ me.

  I sat down beside him and turned my full attention to him.

  “Listen yo. I fucks wit’ you on some real shit. I ain’t never met another female of yo’ caliber and that’s what a nigga need. Shit, after the way you fucked me last night, I’m convinced that I need you in my life.”

  “Wow! That’s deep. I thought after yesterday, you didn’t want to fuck wit’ me.”

  “Listen up. I mean, I can’t front, I was irritated as fuck ‘cause lil’ dude disrespected you. But I feel where he comin’ from. I was once him; I even tried to shoot my step-daddy. So that’s minor.”

  “Yeah, you know Azir took his father’s death real serious. You’re the first man that he done ever seen me with. I’m not excusing his behavior yesterday; he was dead-ass wrong.”

  “I mean lil’ homie still young, so he still has a lot to learn. If it was anyone else yesterday, I would’ve bodied him.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t try to do anything to him, ‘cause I would’ve killed you. That’s my only seed.” I looked at him with conviction.

  “Ha ha, chill out Ma. You out of your league. Trust me. But that shit sexy as fuck. Make me want to fuck you real hard, and show you who the boss is ‘round here. This is my city.”

  “Speaking of city, Azir claimed he know you and you is a dope boy. I already told you how I feel about that.”

  “C’mon Ma. This all I know right here. This my life. This is how I feed my family.”

  “I understand that, but I’ve been down this road before, and God knows I can’t go back down there. I care too much about you and we both know there’s only one or two outcomes when you’re in the streets. I just can’t,” I said, shaking my head no.

  He sat up in the bed and turned my face around to him. “Listen Ma. Don’t be talkin’ like that. I ain’t goin’ nowhere. Furthermore, I don’t ever be out there like that. I stay on the low. Sierra, I fucks wit’ you shawty. Trust me, I want a life with you.”

  “Yeah, listen, I got to go. I’m opening up the shop today. In order for us to be, you need to leave the streets alone. I want a life of happiness, not burying another nigga or visiting him behind bars.” I got up and walked out.

  I hated to leave out on a sour note, but I swear I couldn’t let him think it was all good. I mean, I love these hood niggas, but I didn’t like the way they fucked up their lives.

  I got into my car and drove off. There I was, involved with another street nigga. I had no idea why I couldn’t find me a working class nigga or something.

  K. Michelle’s, ‘Can’t Raise a Man” song blasted through my speakers.

  Fuck being a bottom bitch. Wifey was the position that I wanted. I no longer wanted to be the bitch that was visiting niggas in jail. Back then, I was proud to be Alijah’s bottom bitch. But all that shit got me was a broken heart; I was not gonna sit back and let history repeat itself!

  Azir Jackson

  I was angry that Mom Dukes had that nigga in the house. On some real shit, I felt like my pop’s money bought the house, so no nigga had the right to be up in there. To top it off, this nigga was a fuck nigga. I never forgot a face, and this nigga was familiar. I couldn’t figure it out until my homeboy dragged my memory. I knew the nigga ‘cause he was one of the pussy holes that had a problem wit’ us opening shop out here. So imagine the shock when I found out that he was possibly fuckin’ my moms.

  I was tight wit’ her ‘cause every fuckin’ day she got up preaching all that holy shit in my ear ‘bout staying out the streets, but look who she fuckin’ wit’? One of the biggest dope boys. On some real nigga shit, that’s why I ‘ont be tryna hear all that shit she be spittin’.

  On the real, I wanted to kill that nigga, but I was smart to know it wouln’t be a good move. I ain’t trippin’ though.

  I was up early, first things first. I needed to get my own place. Mom Dukes and I was bumping heads too much, and I was tired of that shit. No disrespect to the woman, but she be trippin’ over nothing on some real nigga shit.

  I called up this real estate bitch that I used to fuck out in Norcross.

  “Mr. Azir. What can I do for you this morning?” Her Trinidadian accent boomed through my phone.

  “Hello love. I need a huge favor.”

  “And what might that be?” She inquired while laughing.

  “Take your mind out the gutta love. I need a two-bedroom condo ASAP.”

  “Cash or mortgage?”

  “You already know what it is. Straight up dollars. I ain’t got no job or credit; you know that.”

  “That’s right. You’re a businessman without proof,” she laughed.

  “Yeah, somethin’ like that, but listen up. I need it ASAP. Like yesterday,” I stressed.

  “Okay, let me see what I can do. Do you have a preferred area?”

  “Ummmm, anywhere in the east, Stone Mountain or Lithonia preferably.”

  “Alrighty. I’ll get back with you in a few days.”

  “Listen Shari, hook a nigga up and I got ten stacks for you outside of your commission.”

  “Alrighty sweetie.” She hung up.

  Yes, that’s what I was talkin’ ‘bout. I was beginning to like the idea of moving out into my own shit. Damn, the amount of bitches I could fuck without having to worry ‘bout Mom Dukes running up in my shit. Now that this was out the way, I had some serious shit to handle.

  I went through the trap and dropped some work off.

  “Wha gwaan brethren?” I dapped Jah T.

  “Mid eh ya fadda. Weh yuh de pon?”

  “Nothin’ much. Droppin’ off work and pickin’ up some paper.”

  “Yeah, it’s been jumpin’ all morning ! Yo brethren, you sound upset when you call askin’ ‘bout dat nigga Dwayne. What the fuck going on?”

  “Yo, yuh nah go believe this. I walked in my house and this pussy claat sitting down with my moms laughing and talking.”

  “Nah! You lying.”

  “Hell nah! I’m dead-ass.”

  “Yo, yuh moms fuckin’ wit’ yo enemy. That’s crazy yo.”

  “Man fuck that. Shit ain’t even funny yo.”

  “Yuh tink ‘im kno’ dat’s your madda?”

  “Nah. There’s no way he could’ve known, but fuck if he knew or not. He know now. Yo, I’ll body that nigga and his whole family if he ever hurt a fuckin’ hair on my mom’s head. I’m dead-ass yo!”

  “I feel you on that. I know you tight ‘bout that shit.”

  “Hell yeah, I am and then she put me out behind this blood claat nigga.”

  “Damn! She must feelin’ him somethin’ serious to do that.”

  “I ain’t trippin’, I was already getting’ my own shit. I’m just tight that it’s behind this pussyhole. Yo, on e’erything I love; I’ll body that nigga,” I yelled.

  “Yo, calm down and hit this.” He handed me a spliff.

  I took a few pulls. The ganja romanced my brain. I was hoping it would lower my anger level, but instead
it elevated my anger.

  “Yo hold this, I’m out. I’ma holla at you.” I walked out the trap and jumped in my ride.

  I knew exactly where I was heading, I didn’t give a fuck how it was goin’ to end. I drove down Panola and jumped on I-20. In no time, I was getting off on the Candler Road exit. I knew I was in this nigga’s hood and out of my comfort zone. I had my gun on me plus two extra clips, just in case some shit popped off. I pulled up at the rims shop that I knew this nigga would be at. I got out the car and stomped inside.

  “Sir, may I help you?” The bitch behind the counter called out.

  By this time, this pussyhole nigga walked from the back. Our eyes locked like two pit bulls ready to attack.

  “It’s okay Desiree. He’s here to see me. Excuse us for a second.”

  “Yo, what the fuck you doing? Coming up in my place of business like this.”

  “Yo son, fuck that! You straight violated me when you entered my fuckin’ house. So fuck yo’ place of business.”

  “Yo youngin’, what the fuck you want? ‘Cause I’m two seconds away from blowing yo’ fuckin’ brains out all over this concrete.”

  “Yo B, you ‘ont know who the fuck yuh dealing with. Don’t let this young shit fool you. You ‘ont watch the news, young niggas takin’ over. You heard?”

  “Yo your mom know you here?”

  “I’m grown as fuck. Yo, listen homie, I want you to stay the fuck away from my moms, yo.”

  “Ha ha! Who the fuck you think you talkin’ to? I’ma fuck that bitch e’ery fuckin’ day that I breathe. Lil’ nigga, that pussy some fire for real. Don’t worry though, I’ll treat that pussy good.”

  I pulled my gun and aimed it at his dome. “Pussy hole go suck yuh mamma. Try me, pussy hole.”

  “Nigga do it! Yeah, I thought so. You a little bitch just like your mom. Only thing is, she got a pussy. Yo, get the fuck out my shit, before that bitch got to visit the morgue tonight.”

  “Ha ha. I got your nigga. On my pop’s soul.” I took a step closer to him.

  “Yo, fuck yo’ pops. I heard that nigga didn’t know what to do with the pussy, but I got it. I be all through it. All in it,” he laughed.

  I was about to squeeze off when the receptionist bitch walked in. I looked up and saw all the cameras from every angle. I wanted to kill that motherfucker, but it wouldn’t be a good move. I decided against it. I knew I could catch this nigga slipping, when he least expected it.