I could hear Streets laughing, “Well, I guess you need to start singing so you niggas can be the pretty boy fucking duo.”
I ignored them as I flipped my visor up and got right in Monfua’s face. “Fuck you nigga, you don’t get a sorry from me. Keep my girl name out of your fucking mouth! Next time those bullets are going to whistle through yo ass!” I snapped.
Monfua then pulled his gun out and drew it on me as I lifted my arm, aiming my gun at him. He smiled before stepping closer. “Sup nigga? Huh? You think I’m some pussy ass nigga who’s going to let you shoot at me. Man, Foe, it’s as simple as an apology, but to think you’re about to size me up. I’m not it.”
I began to laugh because it was taking everything not to kill him. This had now moved past my sister. It was about respect. It was something he wanted from me, and right then, I wasn’t willing to give it. I turned to Chevy, who was fueling with fire,but I didn’t give a single fuck. The one thing I didn’t play about was Harvey. I walked over to her, “I’m going home. Meet me there,” I told her as I hopped back on my bike and took off.
I didn’t know if Monfua and I would ever get along, and the sad part is, I didn’t know what that meant for the Zoo.
Itexted Nikki while I was on my way home. I figured by the time I got there and settled, she would be here. Honestly, I didn’t know if I was even in the headspace after the shit with Foe. There was no respect between us. He and I coexisting seemed impossible. At this point, I didn’t even think Lakia was the reason anymore.
When I pulled up to my crib, I got out and rushed inside. I needed to take a quick shower to be fresh for Nikki’s arrival. The thought of being locked in with her for the weekend was cool, but to know a nigga had a wife and couldn’t enjoy this time with her irked me. This was the first time a female had completely shut me down, and I couldn't lie, a part of it bruised my ego, but I wasn’t begging anyone to be with me, no matter the situation.
It took me about thirty minutes before I was stepping out of the shower, and as soon as I wrapped the towel around my waist, there was a knock at my door. I quickly put my hair in a ponytail before answering the door. When I opened it, Nikki stood there looking good as hell. A giddy grin eased on her face as sheheld a bottle of liquor in one hand and condoms in the other. “Monfua,” she squealed.
Nikki was a baddie. I met her when I went out of town for a small modeling gig. It was for a clothing brand, and she and I were both auditioning. Her thick toffee skin ass knew how to put that shit on. She was about five nine, thicker than a fucker snicker with a face card that didn’t decline. Her wide hips, perfectly shaped ass, match the fupa that slightly hung over. She stayed with a bare face, lip gloss, and a long weave that kissed the top of her ass.
My teeth bit into my bottom lip as I stepped back to let her inside. “Oh, you came bearing gifts, I see,” I said to her.
She strutted further inside. The thing I respected about her was that she knew what it was. I never had to explain what we had because she knew it was strictly about having a good time when we crossed paths. However, I wasn’t a nigga into hiding shit from women, so I wanted to be honest about the situation I had with Lakia before we did anything.
Nikki set the bottle on the living room table as I closed the door. When she faced me, I could tell she was devouring me with her eyes. The grip I had on my towel should have given her the signal that I wasn’t quite ready yet. “Look, I need to tell you something before we do anything,” I started. “A nigga is married now, but we’re not together. It’s complicated.”
She stared at me as if I was supposed to say more. “What do you mean? You’re trying to have a threesome because Monfua, I’m not—”
I chuckled. “There will be no threesomes, but I want you to know what it is. You know me, and I don’t do secrets. I like to keep it a stack. Secrets isn’t my thing, especially if we’re about to bedrock.”
Her tongue ran over her glossy lips slowly, “Got it.”
I extended one of my hands for hers. She took it. I led her to the back of my room. The thunder cracked loudly as the rain pounded on the outside. A part of me felt wrong as fuck for getting ready to do what I was about to do, but what other choice did I have?
When we got to my room, Nikki stood there with one leg in front of the other as she began to remove her clothes slowly. With every piece of clothing she removed, I could feel my dick respond. A smile eased on my face as she was now in her bra and panties. I stepped closer to her as I went to grab the back of her neck, but the sound of a knock at my door stopped me. Nikki looked at me, confused, but I was, too. “The fuck?” I mumbled. “Hold that thought,” I told her.
I tightened the towel around my waist as I made my way back to the front. I hurried over toward the stand, opened the drawer, and pulled my gun out. After that shit with Foe, I was done taking risks. I cocked it back, grabbed the knob, quickly turned it, and snatched the door open with my gun aimed.
“Don’t shoot!” she screamed.
I lowered my gun to a scared, soaked, and wet Lakia. Her hands trembled as they shielded her face. I poked my head out the door to see a car driving off. “What are you doing here?” I asked as I glanced back at her.
She lowered her hands, her eyes frantic, “I-I didn’t have anywhere to go,” she mumbled.
What did she mean? Did her brother really reject her like that?Lakia was drenched but looked gorgeous as hell. “I just need to stay the night until the storm passes. I will leave. I promise, Fua, please.”
She was fucking my entire night up. As much as I didn’t want to, I did. I close the door in her face. “Fua!” she shouted.
I dropped my head and continued my way back to my room.
LAKIA
My ending up at Monfua wasn’t my intention. I was going to call Foe to come and get me, then I thought about being stuck in a house with him and Harvey. It would have gotten to a point where he would expect me to apologize to her, and I wasn’t doing that. How was I wrong for calling her out on her bullshit with Zu and my brother?
I was all torn up, and now that Monfua closed the door in my face, I was sick. Maybe believing he would fold for me or that a piece of him would feel sorry and let me in was a part of my delusion. Here I was standing at his door in the pouring rain, not only feeling stupid, but looking it as well. Now I regret leaving Porsha’s.
Tears became my friend as I pulled out my phone to order another Uber to take me to the hotel where my belongings were. The wait was an hour, likely due to the storm.
“Damnit!” I spat.
I tried leaning against the wall, where a small piece of awning could shield me from the rain. I slowly slid down until I was sitting on the ground. As I brought my knees to my chest, the crack of thunder hit again, causing me to jump. The more it rained, the more I cried. I needed some comfort, and the onlything I could think of was my thumb. It has always been a nerve calmer for me.
