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  “Fuck calming down, nigga. You better start explaining this nonsense. Guess you didn’t have time to get her an abortion either, huh?” I tried lunging over him. With a swollen belly, she was truly invested in having his first kid, but the only way I wanted that kid to come up out of there was through miscarriage. “You don’t knock up dusty-knee dick suckers fool!” Slapping spit from his mouth, I was hotter than fish grease wanting him to feel every bit of anger my heart was feeling.

  “You ain’t gonna keep putting your hands on me, Samira.” He grabbed then twisted my arm. “A nigga wrong, no doubt, but I’m gonna have to lay your ass out if you rise up again!” By this time, his whole crew had come from the back area to see if King was okay. Coming up on the scene, they fell back a little, not wanting to get in the middle or called out seeing it was him getting caught up. I guessed I was the last one to find out.

  “Baby or not, daddy, I’ll handle her if you want me to,” Rayna giggled, sipping her water from a wineglass, giddy that she had one up on me. I knew about her for sure. The baby, I did not.

  “You want me to bang this bitch or what, sis? You already know I ain’t caring about this situation right here!” And that, my friends, was why I rode with Jamila through thick and thin.

  “Bang her out!” I shouted, smacking King again with all my might. This time I felt him slap me back. All hell broke loose in the club.

  Jamila

  Samira gave the word, so I was instantly on Rayna’s head. Backhanding her in the mouth with one swift hit, I busted her lip, drawing blood instantly as she dropped to the floor. Grabbing her swelling mouth, she looked up at me cockeyed, caught by surprise that I’d actually knocked her pregnant ass to the ground. I didn’t care that she was allegedly carrying King’s baby. Rayna should’ve played her position, keeping her big belly at home. My advice had always been for her to stay clear of Samira, not trying to impose on her territory. But Rayna didn’t want to listen, feeling he would automatically choose sides with her when the time presented itself. Samira had taken many “L’s” when it came to King. My girl wasn’t gonna lose him without a fight, and all day, every day, I’d have her back!

  As the crowd inside of Flood’s went crazy, I used that as my opportunity to drag Rayna out of the club to her car. Samira was too busy getting roughhoused by King to follow my moves. “Bitch, is you fucking crazy! Why’d you come here anyway?” I couldn’t feel bad for her being pregnant because I was too busy feeling bad that my best friend had gotten publicly embarrassed again. This whole situation was so fucked up!

  “This ain’t between me and you, Jamila! Just ’cause we Instagram friends don’t make us real-life friends. You should’ve kept your hands off of me. I ain’t the one.” For a pregnant girl, Rayna was sure acting tough, like she was ready to pop off on me for real.

  “Girl, get the fuck on with all of that. I wasn’t scared then, and I definitely ain’t scared now to box your ass out!” Walking up behind her, I was daring Rayna to throw the first blow. I’d lay her out, leaving the paramedics to pick her rat ass up off the pavement if she wanted to bring it.

  “Yeah, okay, whatever. You’ve been warned. You and that Samira bitch have been warned.” She quickly opened her car door and slid in fast. She hit the lock button as soon as I reached for the handle to snatch her black ass back out. “See you later, boo!” She pulled off. I watched Rayna bend the corner probably headed back to her townhouse in the projects.

  Chapter Two

  Samira

  “What made your crazy ass think you could keep putting your hands on me, Samira?” King went off as he drove my car through traffic like a bat out of hell. “If that fight gets more recognition than my man’s album, me and you are gonna have more problems than you think.”

  I wanted to climb into King’s lap and claw his eyes out. The only reason I didn’t was because we all would have died. Instead, I held an ice pack close to my face, hoping K.P. hadn’t split my jaw completely open.

  “Come on now, K.P., you tripping, and you know you ain’t got no real excuse for hitting her.” Jamila came to my defense. She’d really proved to be a friend tonight, and this was the second time she’d had my back.

  “Why don’t you sit your crazy ass the fuck back? I’m not gonna tell you how wrong you are for busting Rayna in the face like that.”

  “Nigga, don’t tell me for one minute that you think you’re about to defend that bitch!” I yelled, feeling my face burn. “I wish Mila would’ve stomped that kid up out of her. You’ve got some nerve,” I fought back, hitting him again. I wanted to haul off and punch him in the side of the head so bad, but I wasn’t trying to walk around with an ice pack on each cheek.

  “I don’t blame you for feeling some type of way. But I swear to God, if you spit another word of venom on my seed, I’m gonna strangle some sense into your ass. You or your wild ass homegirl better not run up on her ’til my little one is here.”

  “Fuck you and Rayna, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. You done got a hood rat pregnant before we had a chance to start a family. Nigga, drive this four-hundred-dollar-a-month whip faster. We about to box it out tonight. You ain’t said nothing but a word.” Feeling cocky, and feeling my anger rise, I started to have flashbacks of him yoking me up when the crowd went wild at us scrapping. Jamila had Rayna, grabbing her face within two seconds of me shouting to attack the obvious baby momma of my soon-to-be husband.

  “That’s on you, but I’m not about to be your punching bag. A nigga was wrong for raw dogging her, no doubt, but I slipped up. I made a mistake she didn’t want to undo, so a nigga trying to do right.”

  “You can’t call yourself doing that whore better than doing your soon-to-be wife.” I threw my hand up, reminding him he’d put a ring on it. “I guess this was just a pacifier to shut my whiny ass up, huh? This shit is unbelievable.” I was ready to spit in his face.

  “A’ight, Mila, be cool.” He swerved up to her house and hit the button to unlock the doors. “I’ll holla at you in the morning.”

  “Call me if you need to, Samira.” Being loyal to me, knowing King wouldn’t take it personally, she let me know that even on the emotional roller coaster I was getting ready to go on, she’d be there too to hold me down.

  “Thanks, sis, I love you.”

  “You already know I love you too.” Climbing out, she saw Johnie pulling up behind us. She laughed, walking toward the car probably to ask him to do exactly what I thought.

  I went against my word, physically fighting with King again, and I was pissed at myself. I didn’t want to end up with more scars on my body, or even worse, in the emergency room having to make up a story about why I had bruises. I was sporting a vicious welt across my face that should have been across his cheek bone. The more I glanced in the sideview mirror, the more I drank out of Jamila’s bottle of Cîroc. I was glad she had forgotten it.

  “Why are you still here? Why don’t you go over to where that bitch is breeding your family?” I snuck in a few word attacks, wanting him upset and in his feelings the same way I was. Drinking from the bottle of Cîroc Jamila left, I was getting tipsy ’cause I had nothing to be happy about. The night had been spoiled, even the few minutes of a fairy tale he’d managed to sell me.

  “I suggest you keep trying to find the bottom of that bottle and stop pressing your luck with me, Samira. I ain’t trying to hurt your feelings any more than I already have.” King nonchalantly tried shutting me up.

  “Don’t stroke your ego, King. I ain’t never necessarily felt lucky with you. You don’t think that shit was hella foul for me to find out staring at her big belly? We both knew ya baby momma was gonna be there, but you couldn’t forewarn me? Come on now! And to make seeing her knocked up worse, I instantly thought back to you telling me it was time for me to have your baby. I won’t be first, King! I’ll be second! And I’m supposed to be your first lady!” The emotional meltdown set in. All of the tears I’d been holding in came out in a whirlwind I couldn’t cont
rol.

  King aka K.P.: King the Producer

  The last thing I wanted was to have conflict with the woman who helped make me. Me and Samira had an unbreakable bond. I could play in the streets all day and night, but when an ultimatum was on the table, I’d choose Mira in a heartbeat. She held me down when I was nothing but a struggling bum on the corner of Gratiot looking for a come-up. Everyone around the way knew she was the only reason why I actually made a name for myself. Samira kept a job, a hustle, and refund checks rolling in from being a scholar in nursing school to help fund me for studio time. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be a lowlife.

  I watched my childhood love go through a heartbreak I couldn’t relate to. I’d never had my heart torn to shreds by her ’cause she loved me too much to do so. And by rule, I never caught feelings for a girl I was ramming on the side. When Rayna came to me, asking to take her to the clinic for a test, I knew shit was about to get seriously out of control. No girl takes you to the clinic on a dummy mission without already knowing the answer. On the low-key tip, she’d already been receiving prenatal care. Even though she kept it a secret, I still should’ve been smart enough to know the signs. I’d gotten rid of enough random babies to know better.

  Samira had every reason to be on this emotional roller coaster, and I truly didn’t blame her for attacking me at the club. A nigga was wrong for not putting my foot down to Ray coming out last night. What we did behind the studio walls was never supposed to pour out into the streets. But the pregnancy hormones had her flipping out about getting recognition. I couldn’t win her battle of love and war. If my plan of getting Jamila to keep Samira occupied and drunk had worked, I wouldn’t be in this bullshit of a mess now.

  “Come here, baby. Damn, your man fucked up.” I pulled her in closely. She fought back but still allowed me to hug her. I needed to console and comfort her since I’d created all the damage.

  “Why did you tell me that shit earlier? Why her? Why not me? Am I not good enough to have your baby?” She was crying, soaking up my shirt. I couldn’t bear causing this girl so much unhappiness. She’d held a nigga down at his worst time, being the backbone every nigga in America was out there praying for.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” Dropping to my knees but not letting her go, I felt she was weak as I cried into her womb. I felt guilt rush through my body knowing I should’ve been put my seed deep into her gut. I still focused hard on pulling out whenever we sexed, but that wild, drunken night with Rayna had me busting multiple nuts without pulling back. Yeah, I ain’t shit. I can tell myself that. Tugging at her panties, I wanted to start working hard on making things right.

  “No, please stop. I’m so mad at you, King. I think I hate you!” I could hear the resentment, anger, rage, and truthfulness in her words, but I didn’t want to. Samira was the type of chick you didn’t want to let get away, so I had no plans on doing so. I didn’t have any plans on being without Rayna. She was just gonna have to accept this child and the situation at hand.

  “Shh! Please stop, honey love.” I carefully made sure not to call her baby. “Let me try to make you feel a little better.” I knew that she was already feeling the Cîroc, so cumming would put her straight to sleep and out of this nightmare. We could deal with this in the morning, unfortunately, but I was still happy the lie I’d been living with was finally out.

  Able to get her panties down with her legs spread open wide enough for me to flick my tongue on her clit, I dove in, milking her quickly and loving every drop. She was panting, breathing hard, grabbing at my head. I continued to dine on my sweet lady’s delight as she ground hard, teaching me a lesson for stepping out on her.

  “Don’t stop. Oh, shit. I’m about to cum!” Feeling her grip my head, I dove my tongue in deeper, willing to do anything to keep her from leaving my side. It was a lot to ask of her to hold me down in this situation too, but I was. With her being “Loyal Samira,” she’d be willing to do it once she got over the shock of being second in line. Feeling her sweet cum squirt into my mouth, I bit down tenderly knowing exactly what to do to drive her beyond crazy.

  “Get to the bed and let me finish. I need more.” I pushed her toward the bed. She beat me there, spreading her legs, welcoming me home. I dropped my drawers. My dick was already hard enough to bang her wetness out. Sliding in with no problem, I dug into her as deep as I could go, hearing her scream and seeing her shake. “I’m so sorry. Damn, I’m so sorry.” Feeling her legs wrap around my body as I transitioned from roughhousing her body to making intimate love with her, this was my way of making up for my doggish ways to her. Kissing every inch of her body, sucking on her fat nipples, I swirled my dick around in her milkshake, knowing my true intentions. Samira was going to carry my child too. “Take this nut, girl, every fucking drop.” Grunting, shoving myself as deep as I could go, hoping my whole load reached her womb, I was sure that within four weeks I’d be expecting a second kid. I should’ve left my baby juice up in her. I’d been a fool but not anymore.

  We cuddled up with one another as she cried herself to sleep. As I rubbed the side of her face, I instantly felt guilty all over again. Knowing I was temporarily dodging a bullet by her being asleep, I couldn’t withhold the urge to make love to her still-whimpering body. I might’ve loved the curves of Rayna’s body, but I lusted after my sweet Samira, no doubt. Moving upward, so her plump booty rested on my already-stiff manhood, I rubbed it up and down her slit, hoping she’d stir up, ready to take more of me. She was already wet, which was probably a mixture of both our nuts, and I was more than definitely getting ready to leave more off up in her. One of these fat ones was gonna give her what she wanted. I’d heard pleas for a mini me. I now wanted one more than her.

  Samira

  King might’ve been slick as a snake, but I wasn’t a fool. By no means was I going to let Rayna be the only one out here with his baby. Hell to the naw! She might’ve been first, but I held way more seniority in his life. That’s why he was here with me instead of nursing her probably broken nose. Jamila did me a huge favor, so for sure I’d get her on the comeback. We rolled like that, always looking out for one another, so this was just another notch on her belt. She hated that King couldn’t do right by me, and it showed.

  I knew King was trying to get me pregnant, but I was praying that he did so. Every time he went deep, I pulled him in deeper. And when his eyes flew to the back of his head, letting me know he was getting ready to cum, I wrapped my legs around him, playing it off like I was exploding too. The only thing turning me on though was the fact that I was getting the chance to make the playing field even with Rayna. I more than wanted his baby at this point. I needed it.

  Feeling King sliding himself up and down my crack, I arched my back after a few seconds, letting him know he didn’t have to wait any longer. I was gonna take every opportunity available at missing my next period. Call it what you want, but I’d worked far too hard at making King who he was, sacrificing family, friends, and my sanity. I’d be damned if I left another chick swoop in to take what was rightfully mine.

  As he stroked and sexed me for the rest of the night, I was overflowing with his nut. King was most certainly trying to make sure that even if he was shooting blanks, one would be ever so lucky to knock me up. Holding my pee, refusing to piss any off his baby juice out, I held it in, and when he left to clean himself up, I lifted my legs into the air, helping the nut work itself into my womb. Please, God, let me have this man’s baby. Let us be a family.

  Chapter Three

  Rayna

  “So you ain’t gonna file a police report on that bitch? Girl, bye!”

  “I ain’t trying to hear you right now, Tiana. Until King tells me what to do, I’m going to lie low.” I pulled out my phone and dialed his number again, and for the fifteenth time, it went straight to voicemail. I knew he was with Samira, and I was pissed he wasn’t here with me. For all he knew, I could’ve gone into shock from getting sneak attacked and was having his firstborn
. Dirty-ass nigga was just over here eating my pussy, and now he had his phone off, kissing her ass. Slamming my phone down, I looked over at Tiana, daring her to say one more word. She could get the tongue-thrashing I couldn’t give King ’cause he was dodging me.

  “Okay, chill on me. My bad. I won’t say another word. That’s your drama!” My roommate stomped out of the room to tend to the dick waiting in her bed.

  That’s what got me in this situation in the first place, letting King’s drunk ass in my bed after an all-night session at the studio. He’d been like a savage in my pussy, busting nuts like a shotgun, so now we were getting prepared to be proud parents. I looked around the room at the gifts he’d already started buying: clothes, the car seat/ stroller combo, and even a teddy bear to congratulate me on the pregnancy. He was all into this, just like me. Fuck whatever lie he was over there feeding Samira for her sanity.

  I took off the dress I’d worn to floss on him and his longtime girlfriend. I knew she’d see me and put two and two together. But I didn’t care how she felt. I was the one almost seven months pregnant and feeling unloved. It was time for her to get caught up and in the know about what everyone around her already was privy to. Even her homegirl Jamila knew from lurking on my Instagram page that I was carrying her best friend’s man’s kid, but she’d kept it to herself too. I posted sonogram pictures, Textgrams about having cravings, and I’d even started following baby-related shopping sites to give them sneak-watching heffas something to look at. I didn’t know why she called herself coming at me so hard or thought I wouldn’t get back with her when the time was right. Family ain’t never meant shit to me, believe that! So, of course, his meant even less.