Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance (8 page)

Tyrek

It was time for me to make my first drop with this new shit that the boss man was sellin’. It was good as fuck and I knew that this shit was gone for sure be a winner. I checked my black duffle bag to make sure that the good good was all safe and ready to be sold. I had them wrapped up in lil Ziploc bags so they could be distributed evenly and sold accordingly. Everything looked good to go, so it was time to see how well this shit was gonna do. I was excited to see how well it was going to sell.

I took the duffle bag and tossed it into my car on the passenger seat. I got in the driver’s side and cranked the ignition. I took a couple of deep breaths before I put the car in drive and headed down to some club that he wanted me to go to. I ain’t ever been to this place before but apparently it was a good spot to do business. It was just starting to get dark when I was headin down to this club so I was able to watch the city change. It always amazed me to see the life of this city. It changed overnight. It always went from teenagers and families playin’ in the sand and gettin coffee to prostitutes and drug dealers comin’ out when the sun set. It was the definition of a day and night difference. I saw all the addicts emerge from what looked like out of nowhere and I watched the girls hop out of they pimp’s SUVs.

I was pulling close to the club and I saw they had parking in the back so I parked back there and picked up my duffle bag to head in. I walked around to the front and was confronted by the security guard.

“Hey, what’s with the bag?” He said as he tried to put his hands on my goods.

I quickly took a step back and looked up at him like he had no right to be all up on my bag like that. I didn’t move too fast though, so dude wouldn’t get all suspicious and try to take the bag from me. Just as I was about to answer, a nigga from my squad came out the door wearin’ the same security outfit. It was Zach, I knew this nigga. Zach looked me up and down before he tapped the other security nigga on his shoulder.

“Aye, he’s aight. I know exactly why he here. Let ‘em in, bro. Let him take his bag with him too.”

With those magical words, the other tall ass security nigga moved out of the way and they both let me into the club. It was hot as fuck and smelled like sweat and alcohol. I walked back to the VIP section where my nigga Zach was leading me to and set down my bag with all these unknown people. They looked all curious as to what I had goin’ on in my bag so they scooted over closer to me. One of the niggas walked straight up to me and introduced himself.

“Aye, you Tyrek, right? My name is Brian, and I know why you here. I’m cool as fuck with yo nigga Donte and he was tellin’ me that you got some of that good shit. So let’s see it.”

I nodded and opened up the bag. Donte forgot to tell me that I was gone meet some nigga, but it looked like he already informed everyone else that I was comin’ so this was aight. This Brian nigga looked inside the bag and asked me to pick it up to show him instead of him divin’ his lil grimy hands inside the bag. I picked up a sack and tossed it over to him. He looked at it and opened it up to smell the weed and his face was priceless.

“Holy shit, this smells fuckin’ good. Here.”

He slid me $50 for the little sack and wasted no time in whippin’ out a grinder to grind up the weed. I watched him as he broke down a swisher and stuffed it with the weed. I continued to observe the nigga—watchin’ him watch me watch as he wrapped up the blunt and lit it up. He took a couple of hits and coughed hard as fuck like I did when I first took some of that shit. I raised an eyebrow as I waited for his reaction. He took like five more hits before he finally said somethin’.

“Nigga, this shit is definitely some next level type of shit. Lemme get the entire bag so my crew can enjoy this shit too. Come on, how much do I owe you?”

That’s so funny—I also said that shit was next level. I looked inside the bag and had to figure out how much he owed me. The entire thing was just a little over one thousand.

“That will be about 1k nigga. This shit premium as fuck.”

He obviously didn’t care about how much it cost because nigga was easy to cough up a grand. He took out his bands and slid me the money before he took the bag away and threw it at his crew. I was curious to see what they would say about it and how they would react to it so I waited. I sat down on one of the couches and watched them all break down swishers. A few of them had pipes and bongs and shit so they all took their lil portion and put it in whatever they were usin’. Almost at once, they all started coughin’ and then they went into a state of just starin’ at one another. They all took some more hits before they all were completely in their zone. I heard a couple of them commenting on how good that shit was and how they felt like they was gone depend on this source for this shit because it was  premium as fuck. I didn’t blame them; that shit was dank as fuck. Now they knew who to get it from. Good shit, Donte.

I put the money in my pocket and made my way outside to my car. I cranked the ignition and sat in park for a second before I called up the boss.

Ring, rin—

“You aight, Tyrek?”

“Damn you answered fast, nigga. Yeah, I’m cool.”

“Yeah I answered all fast. I just wanted to make sure yo ass was good. I wasn’t expectin’ you to call me right now. So what’s up, my nigga?”

“I sold it all already.”

Donte was quiet for a good minute or so before he spoke again.

“You sold it all? What the fuck you mean?”

I just chuckled hella loud. He sounded like he was in such disbelief. I would never lie like that to this nigga.

“I mean exactly what I said. It’s all gone my nigga. Just hold up, I’m about to head down to your place.”

Click

That shit was so funny to me. He really thought that I was lyin’ to him. Nah, that type of lyin’ shit would have cost me my job and I kind of need my job. I put the car in drive and headed down to his place. As I drove down there, I checked my pockets just to make sure the money was in my pocket, I wasn’t about to head down to his place empty handed and shit. Then he would really think that I was lyin’ or trying to steal from him. It was in there so we were good to go.

I pulled up to his driveway and hopped out of my car to head up to his door. It was left cracked for me and I did my usual courtesy knock before I headed in. I saw him sitting behind his desk in his office and I took my seat before his desk. I reached into my pocket and tossed the money onto the desk. He looked up at me and looked back down at the money. He inspected every bill and looked like he was in disbelief.

“Holy shit, my nigga, you really did it. That was fast as fuck. Tell me how you did that shit!”

I laughed out loud and shrugged. I wasn’t going to sit there and boast about my sellin’ skills ‘cause I really didn’t do shit.

“Nigga, all I did was follow the leader. I didn’t know Zach was out there and then some nigga named Brian came through and told me that he knew that you was sendin’ me.”

He looked all confused but then it looked like it clicked.

“Ahh, that’s right, I told Brian about that shit. Good shit, I’m glad he liked it. I just wasn’t expectin’ him to go on and buy the whole bag.”

I nodded and continued to watch as he counted the money and threw it in an envelope and then into his desk. He reached into his desk and grabbed a sack of that good weed and tossed it to me. I picked it up and looked at him all confused. Did he want me to go out and sell this shit or something?

“Why you look hella confused? That is my gift to you, Tyrek! I am so proud of you. Now I know my shit is good and it will do well, thanks to you.”

I smiled up at him and started to get up to head to the door.

“Thank you, Donte. I’m gone head home now though. I catch you later. If you need me, you know what to do.”

With that, I took my happy ass back to my car and headed back home. I was beyond happy that he was happy. Now I knew I was gone get paid good with this new weed out from Donte. I pulled into my driveway and pulled my car into my garage and then I went inside the house. I pulled the sack of weed from my pocket, broke down a swisher, and threw the weed into the wrapper. I wrapped the blunt up all nice and licked it closed. I wanted to take a shower and wind down before I enjoyed this fat ass blunt. So I went to take a nice hot shower and then I changed into some comfortable clothes. I took the blunt into my media room and turned on the TV. My media room had a big ass glass window that I was able to open with a switch. I opened it up to let in some fresh air as I lit up the blunt.

I sunk into my couch and took a few hits off the blunt. Damn, this shit was as good as the first time I took it. I took a few more hits and let the shit really hit me and put me into a nice little daze. My mind started to wander as the chronic took over and clouded my thoughts. I started to think about Danessa and her fine ass. What she said to me the other night was somethin’ that I wanted to hear. It was for real music to my ears. Cynthia was out here botherin’ my soul and gettin' on my damn nerves tryna rush into commitment. I was really gettin' tired of her ass. All I want is a female who is goin’ to be a rider but who ain’t gone bother me about puttin’ a rock on her finger. Shit man, I want a woman with the mentality that Danessa is out here walkin around with. She wants to eventually be married, which I mean is hella normal for any woman to want, but she ain’t in no rush. She hella sweet and she cute as fuck. I would already consider her a rider even though she was a woman on the side. I feel like her and I would click and we would make for a better couple that Cynthia and I. Oooh, Cynthia’s crazy ass gets on my damn nerves with her always buggin’ me. Shit, how do I go about doin’ that? I can’t just jump ship from this relationship with Cynthia. She ain’t no normal bitch, and I know she gone be on my ass and ask all these questions as to why I wanna leave her crazy ass. I ain’t about that shit. I really need to sit and think about this shit then.

I was too busy in my thoughts and didn’t realize that I was already damn near done with my blunt. I put out the rest of it and looked out the window as I exhaled the last of the smoke. I ended up laying down on the couch and focused my attention to the ceiling. The room was startin’ to spin and my mouth was startin’ to get dry so I reached over and grabbed an already opened bottle of water that was layin’ on the floor. I popped it open and drank the rest of it, swishin’ around the water before I swallowed it. I fixed my gaze back on the ceiling as I fell deep into my thoughts. What was I going to do about Danessa and Cynthia? Was I really considering dropping my main bitch for my side chick? Was I really thinkin’ about possibly makin’ my side girl my wifey? How the fuck was that gone work out?

Cynthia

“Fuuuuck, Tyrek!” I yelled as I came all over on top of him. He had me ridin’ top and that shit felt so damn good. With me on top I was able to feel his entire length inside of me and damn, was he nice and thick. After we finished makin’ love, we both laid next to one another and cuddled close. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close. I nuzzled my face against his chest and kissed him on his lips before resting my head on his chest. I tried my best not to prod him about us bein’ togetha in the long run so I just stayed quiet. Just as I was gettin comfortable with him and tryna make a connection with him, he got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I felt like we were re-enactin’ the same scenario we were just in not too long ago. Why the fuck was this nigga bein’ all distant and shit?

I put on some clothes and waited for him to come out so I could ask this nigga what the fuck was goin’ on. So I waited and waited and then he finally came out. I just observed him for a little longer and waited to see if he was gone stop and say somethin’ to me, but he didn’t.

“Tyrek, baby, how is work goin’? How are you doin’?”

“It’s good. Donte is doin’ real good.”

That was dry as fuck, what the hell? I can’t stand when he is bein’ hella distant.

“Tyrek, baby. Come here, I wanna hold you.”

Tyrek cut his eyes at me and slowly walked in my direction. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a weak ass hug. I knew that he had somethin’ on his mind or some shit ‘cause just like he gave me a dry ass response, his hug was just as dry. Oooh, it was takin’ every bit of me not to say somethin’ smart, but the urge was killin’ me and I so badly wanted to let this nigga know what I was thinkin’.

I watched him walk away from me and fumble with a few things. It looked like he was grabbin’ his keys. Where the fuck was he goin’? Nah, it was time for me to speak what was on my mind. I gave no fucks about the little vow I made to myself that I wouldn’t say shit about marriage or another bitch, but I was gone tell him. I clenched my jaw and looked over at him.

“Tyrek, what the fuck is you doin’? Where the fuck is you goin’? Why you bein’ hella distant? Nigga, you gone answer me.”

He turned around and gave me a dirty ass look.

“Tyrek, you heard me. Where you goin’? You gone fuck yo other hoes now? You done with me? All I wanted from you was for you to be loyal to me and to love me, but you wanna be childish as fuck and you wanna be hella distant and shit. Do you not realize that I see what yo ass is doin’ to me? I don’t think you do. We fuck and shit but that’s about it. You ain’t take me to dinner or ask me how I’m doin’ in such a long ass time. Why you playin’ me like that?”

He clenched his jaw and shook his head.

“Bitch, if you don’t shut yo Chihuahua-soundin’ ass up, I’m gone real life leave you. I am so damn tired of you askin’ me about commitments and marriage. Why the fuck you feel the need to have a damn ring on your finger. Shouldn’t marriage be somethin’ that ain’t forced? Bitch, you down my throat about this every fuckin’ time. You really think I’m bein’ distant? Bitch, I got shit I have to take care of, so excuse me for boltin’ out of the house and needin’ to handle it. You been wit me for a long time; you know how this dope game is ran, you know how drugs run these motherfuckin’ streets, yet you not bein’ a rider like you supposed to. If marriage was supposed to be in our life, then it would be somethin’ that would happen but that takes time. I am so fuckin’ tired of you, Cynthia. I am so fuckin’ done with fightin’ with you every fuckin’ time. You real life ain’t even actin’ like you my main girl. You sound like a side bitch. Why yo ass so damn insecure. I made you my main girl for a reason, but I am startin’ to doubt my decision. By making you my main piece, you should know your position in my life, but you wanna act all crazy and force that we get tied up. Why? Why bitch? I am so sick of this.”

I wanted to fight back with him and scream at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t even get the chance to. He just looked at me all disgusted and bolted out of my house. When he left, all the tears flowed from my eyes. He might actually leave me and it was all my fault. He had a good point. Why the fuck was I feelin’ so damn insecure? Well shit, it's because this nigga had been extremely distant and I honestly believe that he really be messin’ with some other bitch.

I fell to my knees and just continued to cry. I felt like I needed to do somethin’ about all of this. Tyrek may have just walked the fuck up out of my life and there may be no chance of me gettin his ass back into my arms. I have to do somethin’. What if I decided to go out and look more into this shit. Would that make me a psycho bitch? I mean, I feel like I would just be doin’ what any other main bitch would do to see if her man was for real playin’ around. Yeah, maybe instead of me accusin’ him, I could just go on and do my own research to see if this nigga just playin’ mind games with me to get me to believe this distance between us was really my fault. Tellin’ me not to be insecure, well shit. Who wouldn’t be insecure if they man was out there not spendin’ time with them and shit. Nah, he up to somethin’ and I’m gone find out for my damn self.