Loyal to His Lies Page 9

  “So, now you take me for some type of fool, Nardo? Is that it? You were with that dirtbag not too long ago and you fucked her. You’re busted, so give it up.” I didn’t have a hint of fear or hurt in my voice. This time I wouldn’t back down. I was beyond tired of his whack self always flipping the script and making me out to be the insecure, bitter woman when, in fact, he was a cheating dog.

  At this point, all I heard was his heavy breathing on the phone, and that was all the extra confirmation I needed to get gangsta with his behind. “Oh, don’t get quiet now since I blew you up,” I demanded.

  “So, you’re McGruff the Crime Dog now, Z? Whoever gave you your information just wanna see you alone, and you’re falling for it with yo’ dumb ass.” The fact that he was being oh-so-calm and not defending himself enraged me even more. If he was not guilty, he would have come through the phone. He and I both knew it.

  “Fuck you, nigga. I was not trying to be a Crime Dog. I was at Floods when you two were on the dance floor dry-fucking. And while I was pulled over by the boys ’cause her ass stole my plate, my phone rang and surprise, surprise, it was Melanie’s tricky, backstabbing ass and your filthy butt dragging my name through the mud.” I was not holding Nardo up with my remarks. “She snitched you out by letting me hear the whole conversation. Oh, and by the way, I especially loved the part when you told her to suck your little dick! Now, think back to that.”

  “Z, your best bet is to lower your damn tone.”

  “You can go to hell with your requests, Renard. Trust when I tell you this is it. First, the bitch in the nail shop with her loose-lip ass, and now you’re back to screwing Melanie? You got me acting a straight fool, looking like a big idiot in the streets.”

  “But—” Nardo tried to speak.

  “But what, Negro?” My courage level was growing higher with every word that rolled off my tongue as I verbally attacked him. Izzi had given me extra gossip that I hadn’t even hit his ass with, but it was boiling in with the rest. “Everybody in the hood is laughing behind my back because you always on the step-out, licking every stale coochie walking. And all the while, them sac-chasers only want your money and the status that comes along with dealing with you.” I was really feeling myself, letting him have it full blast. “All a bitch like me ever wanted was your love and a little attention, but to hell with that pipe dream now. I’m wise to you, Nardo, and bottom line is you just ain’t about shit.”

  I hung up on him, getting the final word, and oh boy, that shit felt good as hell. His petty lies were tiring, and I was exhausted. He called me again, and I sent him to voice mail, powering my phone off right after.

  “You can miss me with all that. It’s a wrap on me being your doormat,” I confidently spoke out loud into an empty house, then made my way upstairs to take a long, hot shower.

  I deserve so much better, was all I could think as I let the hot water soothe my pain.

  If it was one good thing that came out of the night’s chaos, it was that I had a date. Izzi asked if we could hang out. He promised me a good time, and I obliged. Yeah, yeah, yeah! I knew I was playing a dangerous game, but at this point, what did I really have to lose? Nardo would definitely learn his lesson if his boy was getting dibs on the cat. And if he didn’t, then I was safe with my backup plan. Either way, I considered myself to be winning at this point.

  Getting out of the shower, drying off, preparing to lotion up and crawl into bed, I started to get nauseated, feeling my stomach turn.

  Shit, why did you mix liquor and pills? You really overdid it! What were you thinking? Knowing not to hesitate or play, I hurriedly leaned over the porcelain toilet, throwing up everything I’d eaten that day. Leaning across the toilet on my arm, I violently continued to gag and hyperventilate. Maybe I should take this as a sign not to tread water with Izzi.

  Nardo

  Who in the fuck do she think she is? I said to myself as I kept hitting the REDIAL button, calling Zaria back.

  I didn’t know what kinda cheap drugs she had in her system, but for sure I was going to put her smart ass back in check. She could catch me raw-dogging her moms for all I cared. All that going hard shit was not gonna be tolerated. But first I had to deal with Melanie. It was my fault for fucking with her hot fire ass. She’d set me up, and payback is a bitch.

  “What up, baby?” she hummed into the phone, not knowing I had intentions of putting a hit on her head.

  “Zaria told me about your little phone call, Mel, and now you got it coming,” I said patiently, not wanting her to get too terrified.

  “She needed to know the truth, Nardo, and hearing it from your mouth would hurt her way more than my harsh words of reality.” To my amazement, she openly admitted sneak-dialing Z. Not only did Mel ramble for my phone when I ran in the gas station for some rubbers, but she’d gotten brazen enough not to even deny the allegations.

  “You’ve played in a territory that you know nothing about, Melanie, and that’s going to cost you,” I warned her.

  “You ain’t said shit but a word, nigga. The sex is always good, but you’ve played both sides to the middle too much. I just wanted to hurt your baby momma’s heart for stabbing me in the back, and as for you, knowing Zaria like I do, she’ll handle the rest.”

  I didn’t know what she was trying to insinuate about Z handling the rest, but I didn’t have time to even question her, because I was pulling up at my baby mom’s house. I hadn’t planned on being there, but my car just led me in that direction. “You’ll hear from me, Melanie. That shit was foul.”

  “Uh-huh, now I’m really shaken up, chump. Later, because thanks to your bitch, I gotta try to get my windows replaced.”

  Zaria

  After I was finally able to get some bearings over myself, pop a few Tums, and take another shower, everything around me was starting to settle. Thinking back on Izzi’s features and swag style had me feeling some sort of way. Me and him had been around each other almost daily when me and Renard first hooked up, and even though that time had been reduced to minimal run-ins when I was clowning or coming for cash, we’d never, not once, taken it past “hi and bye.”

  I was sorta happy that we’d agreed to hook up on some low key–type shit. While I was lying across the bed, caught up in thought, someone started indecently ringing my doorbell.

  Who in the hell is at my door?

  Running downstairs, almost tripping and falling over my own two feet, I was caught in mid-motion, reaching for the knob. Before I could even ask who was on the other side, my door flung open, and ain’t life a bitch, Nardo was standing there, looking so pitiful with his set of my house keys clutched in his hand.

  “What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you with Mel or Spice?” I fussed, shoving him back out of the door. “When you left here earlier, you swore you were never coming back. But thanks for reminding me that you need to run that key.” Standing firm with my hand out, I clutched tightly to my robe with the other. “You’re cocky as hell to be showing up here after the shit you’ve done tonight.” Shaking my head, tapping my foot, I thought, This nigga is got me twisted. I know better, baby!

  Staring at me like a zombie, he was stuck in a daze. Maybe it was all the alcohol he’d been drinking, marijuana he’d been blowing, or the fact that I was not in the mood for being his hand puppet no longer; whatever the case, time was of the essence, and Nardo was wasting mine.

  “Have you been giving my goods away, Z? My boy told me you were shaking yo’ ass on the dance floor earlier, but I knew you weren’t really there and he was just mistaken.” His left eye twitched as he accused a bitch of everything under the sun. “Tell me he was lying, Z!”

  “These ain’t your goods, remember? Let you tell it, I’m played out and Spice is the next best thing, so why don’t you go to her house and get the fuck out of mine?” I twisted my lips up, knowing he ain’t have shit to say. “So, just be ghost. Yo’ new girl and her little son, Monkey, are waiting for you. Me and Cid could outshine those dusty-look
ing ragamuffins on our worst day, but for some reason, you chose to lay up with that. I can’t call it.”

  I tried slamming my door shut, but Nardo didn’t budge. I shoved, pushed, and banged on his chest with my fists, but he stood tough as bricks. He forced himself all the way into the house, locking the door behind him. I stood helpless because I really didn’t know what was coming next, but I didn’t have to wonder long. Nardo bum-rushed me, pressed me against the wall, and stuck his tongue into my mouth. Our bodies connected, and we started kissing roughly and intensely. Even though my mind was trying to steal the emotion from my heart because I knew how filthy Nardo had gotten with other women, I couldn’t fight our chemistry. It was like my body was a magnet to his.

  “You’re always going to be mine. This pussy is always going to be my pussy.” His voice was raspy as he pressed his mouth against my ear.

  “Not if you keep fucking with them other bitches.” I couldn’t let the moment erase the obvious.

  “Fuck them. Those hoes don’t have my baby.” He started rubbing on my thighs and trying to part them.

  Though I heard Deuce’s words playing over in my mental, I couldn’t resist Nardo’s touch, and he knew that. Leading me to the living room, yanking me down on his lap, he started placing kisses all over my face and neck. It was on from there, because I was not about to stop him.

  “Is this what you want, baby?”

  “Is it what you want?” I moaned with uncertainty. My attraction for this trifling-ass nigga couldn’t be denied.

  Non-verbally responding, he allowed his dick to speak for itself. His hardness was pressing against me. Only having on a pair of cotton bloomers, I was not prepared for this predicament. Nardo ran his hands all over my nude body. Sliding my underwear down, I quickly stepped out of them, letting him know that we were in this together.

  “Damn, let me slide in between these juicy cheeks.” He spread them apart and made me moan. I was turned on. It didn’t matter that just a little while ago he was banging Mel. Right here and right now, he was mine.

  He lifted my small frame up by my waist, twirling me upside down. Knowing what that meant, I instinctively jumped into the sixty-nine position, sucking his dick, playing with his balls. The harder I sucked, the deeper his tongue went. He had my fuckin’ head spinning, and like McDonald’s, I was loving it!

  Oh, shit!

  My legs trembled and straight locked up at the sides of his head. He was manhandling my body in the best way. My dick-whipped ass was sprung on him bad.

  After he eased himself down onto the couch without breaking our position, it was easier to give each other special attention. With my legs spread wide into a perfect V, he ate from my honey pot, taking a few dips with his fingers. The longer he licked me, the harder he face-fucked me.

  My jaws were beginning to lock up and get weak. My child’s father could always wear a bitch out, but he never was this damn rough with it. But, hey, I went along for the ride. Anything for baby daddy. Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself this was make-up sex.

  After he bust for the first time in my mouth with me swallowing, he wasted no time throwing me onto the carpet and flipping me over. I knew that crap was gonna leave carpet burns on my knees, but fuck it!

  Oh, shit! Damn! Yeah, baby! Yeah! I felt his nine and a half stiff inches rubbing up and down my crack, and I was starting to pray he didn’t bang it in my asshole without any lube.

  Bracing myself, I could feel my pussy juices running down my leg as my clit jumped from anticipation. Raising my left leg up to the side, he started licking my thighs while he fingered my pussy again. As soon as he found my G Spot, I wasted no time grinding and making it rain on his face.

  “Oh my God, yes. I love you. Please don’t leave me. Please,” I moaned and begged all at the same time.

  Not responding to my sex talk, he was too busy ramming his manhood deep inside me from the rear.

  “Ah, you—feel—so—good.” Him and his dick had me mesmerized, ready to pass out from pleasure.

  “Shut up and take this dick.”

  Gripping both of my arms and pulling them back, he started yanking me in deeper with each stroke. This man was breaking my back in, showing no remorse. My face was getting irritated as it rubbed against the carpet.

  Lord, help me!

  We fucked for what seemed like hours. Nardo had the stamina of a stallion, and my pussy was sore from all the pounding. He’d had me in every position possible from the floor to the wall, then ended up busting another fat nut inside of my vagina like he didn’t know what could happen.

  His bad. Should’ve strapped up. Thinking he can keep shooting field goals and calling fouls is a bad look! Like Cidney, it won’t be another abortion.

  I curled up to my pillow and dozed off with a smile on my face.

  * * *

  I woke up at five in the morning, and Nardo was nowhere to be found. His Charger was not in my driveway any longer, and his phone was going straight to voice mail. Checking my phone, I saw that Izzi hadn’t called, probably because he saw Nardo’s car, so I made a mental to call and explain to him that he had just popped up unannounced. Fuck the dumb shit; I still wanted to see what tip Izzi was on. Nardo kept showing me his true intentions, so it was up to me not to keep getting played. However, this nigga deserved to feel a little burn for the simple fact of him continuously toying with my emotions.

  Dragging myself out of bed with spaghetti legs from all the hardcore sexing, I pulled out a pair of jogging pants and a T shirt, sliding them both on.

  “Game on. You gonna learn tonight!” I knew where he was at, and it was time to show my face, letting him know I was not playing. Grabbing my purse, with Spice’s information tucked away on a piece of paper in my wallet, I typed the address into Google Maps. Snatching up a few necessary items needed for the run, I was out.

  Just as I suspected, Nardo’s vehicle was parked in her double car driveway next to what I assumed to be her MKX. The sun was starting to come up, so I knew to move fast. Wasting no time, I crept up, spray-painting my name in neon pink all over the passenger’s side of Spice’s door. Adding zigzag lines and circles definitely made me laugh. Running around the car, applying random decorations, was boosting my adrenaline. I even tagged Spice’s hood by writing CIDNEY. To add the final touch, both of their front tires were slashed. Fuck em!

  When I made it back to my vehicle, I started blowing the horn uncontrollably. Notoriously, I no longer cared if my presence was known, because the dirty work was done. When I saw Spice peek out the window, I waved, peeling off. Before I even made it to I-275, my phone was ringing off the hook.

  “Yeah, speak, you ol’ two-timing bastard!” I knew it was Nardo.

  “I’m gonna kill your mothafuckin’ ass, Zaria!” he hollered into the phone.

  I couldn’t stop laughing, and I knew that was infuriating him even more. I could hear Spice in the background, shouting in her Jamaican accent what she was going to do once she caught up with me.

  “Tell her she don’t want none, Nardo. Tell her that. You know how I get down, and that car is the least of her troubles.” I switched my demeanor, getting serious and ready to turn my car around to whip her ass. “I’ll come back and—”

  “You bring your wild ass back here and I’m gonna light it up with bullets, Z,” Nardo warned. “You know how I get down.

  “I ain’t shook! Trust that. Please, you don’t scare me. I wanna see you try and pull some nonsense like that.”

  “I’m going to call the police on her, Nardo,” I heard Spice yell, still making threats. “I’ll call the law!”

  “Call the po-po, ho!” I mocked, imitating Madea in Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman. Flooring the pedal, remembering my car was plateless, I merged in between two cars, coasting carefully back to the hood.

  “Don’t call me for a dime, Zaria. Get it how ya live for all I care, but just know when I see ya, I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you.”

  “Yeah, whateve
r. All I hear is blah, blah, blah,” I screamed.

  “Believe that won’t be another fucking promise I break, and that’s my word,” he said, ending the conversation.

  I started crying hysterically. I was not sad that he was really with her. Instead, my emotions were taking over because I didn’t know what move to pull next. Flipping my phone over, I decided it was time to give Izzi a call. The sun had barely risen, and already this day was starting off with drama.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The Payback

  I’d called Izzi, hollering, crying, and hyperventilating as soon as I left Spice’s mini-mansion from performing. He told to meet him so he could get me straight. I had no idea how straight I was gonna feel.

  I peeked from behind the thin shower curtain at him sprawled across the bed, drunk on the cum I’d left all over his ass. The last few hours were a total thrill for me, but I still couldn’t believe we’d gotten a room and hooked up. He was propped up on the pillow and watching television without a care in the world, not even his homeboy. Neither of us had brought up, mentioned, or even thought about Nardo for the last few hours. We’d been too busy throwing back shots of Patrón and nibbling on edibles.

  After showing my black ass for Nardo and his homewrecker, I’d called Izzi, letting him know what all went down. He wasted no time having me detour, meeting him at the Comfort Inn on I-96 and Middlebelt. Because I was riding dirty thanks to Mel, his plan was perfect. The sun was up and dancing through the cracks of the curtains, but I wasn’t ready to start my day anew. Despite Nardo’s constant fronting like he could care less if I fucked the next nigga, he would piss his pants if he knew I’d given my goods up to his boy.

  Fuck him. It’s time to move on.

  “So, bae, tell me again what went down at Spice’s crib.” Izzi rolled over onto his stomach.