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  Hood Legend

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  Belleza

  © 2019

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  Corynn “CoCo” Moore

  “We need to talk, Pitt.”

  My one of a kind eight-thousand-dollar papaya husk handmade coffee table was covered with dirty bills. Irritated beyond belief, I slammed the heavy black duffel bag on the table snatching the group of men’s attention that was engrossed in sorting through the money. With knitted eyebrows and a confused expression, they looked at me and then back at Pitt as if they were waiting for him to check me.

  Shifting from one side to the next, I crossed my arms up under my breast and twisted my head to the side. I wasn’t asking for a conversation. If Pitt wanted to save face with his minions he had five seconds to send them along their merry way.

  It wasn’t a secret as to what Pitt did to afford the riverside condo we lived in, along with the drop top Benz and a walk-in closet full of clothes, bags, and shoes of designers. Growing up in a rough part of Philadelphia had me happily welcoming the change in scenery. Loud music in the morning and gun fire at night was the norm, so the transition to peace and quiet and the waves of the Delaware river crashing alongside the dock was a breath of fresh air.

  Meeting Pitt was a definite rags to riches story. I appreciated everything he gave me and did for me, but all those designers didn’t mean a thing if I wasn’t happy. We’ve become distant as if we were just roommates in the condo we shared with each other. I went to bed by myself many nights and if he did come home, I was waking up alone.

  “Later,” he responded after pulling the lit blunt from his mouth and blowing smoke into the air from his succulent brown lips.

  I glared in disgust at the man that normally had my panties soaking wet. Pitt wasn’t the sexiest man, but at ten years my senior, he had a body that was to die for and personality that did one of two things. It either drew you in, or made you fall back with fear. The gym was his second home. The streets were his first, and as far as this condo that I now basically lived in by myself for the past month thanks to this demand with his business came up as number three on this list.

  I always told myself I wouldn’t fall for a dope boy, but it was easier said than done when your heart was in control. He was my first real relationship, but I’ve dated a few dudes and they couldn’t compare. It wasn’t because of how much money he had or power, but he treated me like a Queen. Whatever I wanted, I got. Again, all the material things was okay but I wanted someone that was all for me and I truly believed that was the case. Currently, his entire demeanor had me as dry and hot as a desert.

  Placing my hands on my hips I screwed my face up. “NOW.”

  This time Pitt didn’t respond. He grilled his minions with a curled lip. “Fuck y’all waiting for?! Keep counting.”

  They commenced to running the money through a machine and secured the bills with a rubber band. I heard how Pitt talked to his workers over the phone and thought it was totally disrespectful, but from the way they moved when he spoke I could tell his power was very real. Too bad I wasn’t moved by it. My mother always told me a person would only do what you allow and that was something I wasn’t taking from him.

  This nigga.

  Our first encounter was when I was eighteen years old about to graduate from Olney High School. I was getting off work wearing my dusty Wendy's uniform, aching feet thinking about my senior project I had to complete for graduation all while thinking about having to come up with the money so our home wouldn’t get foreclosed. My mother's job as a housekeeper clearly wasn’t enough. The way I was feeling I was ready to say fuck it although I was at the finish line. The only thing standing in front of me was my Senior project the school decided to make extremely difficult.

  Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a dumb girl but school wasn’t for me. In my eyes it was precious time out of my day wasted when I could be gaining the essentials I needed to learn a trade and survive in this world. Not everyone had a desire to be a Doctor, Lawyer or Teacher and I was one of them. I easily maintained a B average while counting down the days to receive my diploma so I can enroll in a beauty academy.

  That particular afternoon Pitt pulled up on me in his shiny silver Jaguar feet away from my front door irritating me more than he did impressing me. I’ve heard of him from people talking around the way and saw the car in the neighborhood often, but I haven’t been able to put a face to the name until he snatched me out of my thoughts trying to shoot his shot which I blocked from the rip.

  Many females would’ve jumped at the opportunity to ride shotgun in his car to simply just be seen, but I was totally uninterested and unfazed. There was too much going on to be into what someone else had.

  It was obvious his ego was bruised from my rejection but it only fueled his desire to be with me because he kept coming around slowly making his way into my life by picking up on my routines and engaging in things that I was interested in. When I was at work he would wait for me to go on break and eat with me or take me wherever I had to go.

  On my graduation day I had no desire to walk across the stage and receive my diploma knowing that in the auditorium full of family members not one would be mine. My mother's job wouldn’t grant her the time off for my graduation, plus we needed the money to stop our house from being foreclosed so her not working wasn’t an option.

  Instead of attending I picked up an overtime shift at my job to keep my mind occupied from the sadness that would’ve consumed me.

  During my shift at work, he showed up with a cake, flowers and balloons, instantly brightening up my day. He waited until I was off to take me to dinner, where I ended up opening up to him about why I didn’t care about my graduation day. It ended with me soaking his shirt with tears as I poured out all the anger and hurt of my mother struggling.

  Needless to say, Pitt changed my life. He took me from my lowest point of life and put me on the highest pedestal promising me if I rocked with him those days were long behind me. He paid off my mother's house and helped her get it fixed up taking a load off both of our backs. Until this day he showed and proved. He took me out the hood, got me through school and gifted me with my own shop after obtaining my license. I never felt like I came second to the game and I didn’t have to deal with drama which was a win-win in my book.

  There used to be trust. I loved him more than anything on this earth and always said how blessed I was to have someone that truly had my back. This here however took me for a loop.

  Unzipping the bag, I pulled out a block of coke and held it up for him to see. It was a slower day and I decided to get some deep cleaning done myself and walking out of my utility closet I stumbled across a loose floorboard and found the bag full of coke.

  My heart and mind was racing so fast that it had my hand trembling. During the ride
home my nerves were shot thinking at any moment police would be pulling me over and hauling my ass straight to jail.

  “How dare you have this shit in my shop, Peter!” I exclaimed calling him by his government name which he hated but I had no fucks to give about how he wanted to be addressed.

  Again, the workers stopped counting the money and waited for a reaction from Pitt which agitated him more.

  “Get the fuck out!” he told them gritting his teeth.

  Placing everything back on the table, they left right out of the door. Pitt shifted off the couch and made his way to the door locking it behind them. My eyes followed every step he made until he tried to approach me with a kiss. I blocked his lips with the palm of my hand and stepped away.

  “Ain’t no kiss gonna explain why the hell I found drugs in my shop, Pitt!” I spat tossing the brick by his feet. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

  Quickly the sweet demeanor diminished and a crease formed between his bushy brows. “Aye, cut all that shit out. I had to do what I had to do. One of my spots got raided, so I had to move some work around-”

  “To my shop?!” I cut him of dropping my arms and balling my fist. “If you got raided that means the police are onto you. That means I could be a possible target.”

  “Man, chill out. You ain’t a target. I wouldn’t put no shit like that on you.”

  “But it’s okay to hide drugs in my business? I worked so hard to get where I’m at. I can’t afford to lose it all because of this.”

  “You won’t lose shit, especially when I was the one that paid for everything,” he responded picking up the glass of brown and downing the remaining contents. “It ain’t nothing to go open up another shop. You wanted to expand right?”

  Tilting my head to the side my mouth dropped. I couldn’t believe it. This was the man that gave me the world and was basically throwing it all back in my face. “So this is how we’re doing things? I don’t need shit from you, Pitt. You might’ve paid for me to go to school and got me the connections for the shop but I didn’t ask or need you to do that.”

  “Yeah, but you ain’t try to stop me either,” he spat plopping back down onto the couch. “You don’t have shit to say when it’s my drug money that’s paying these bills, car note and credit cards. So don’t come to me about how I move or where I put shit.”

  With that, he lifted his legs, relit the blunt he tossed in the ashtray and continued relaxing just as he was before I arrived.

  “Fine, since that’s how we’re playing I won’t take shit from you. We’re both in our feelings so once when we’re both level headed we can have a conversation about me buying the shop back from you.”

  He didn’t respond, so I walked off heading to our master bedroom shaking my head as I released an exasperated breath.

  At first I thought I was tripping, but Pitt was changing and this was a sure sign of it. He was out and about more than he was home. Before this weird behavior there would never be a group of men counting money in our place. Turning my shop into a stash house was a big fucking NO for me.

  Just the thought of it all had me ready to snap, so instead, I made up my mind to take a nice hot bath and cuddle in bed with my kindle. I was so disturbed eating wasn’t on my mind.

  After gathering my items for a bath I decided on getting cozy in the spare bedroom for the night. Placing everything I had on the bed, I went to the bathroom, turned on the water to the jetted tub making sure it was hot and then poured a good amount of my lavender vanilla bath milk under the running faucet.

  I took off my clothes and then placed my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. One foot at a time, I stepped into hot sudsy water slowly until I sunk neck deep under the bubbles. Once my body was adjusted to the temperature, I cut off the water and allowed my mind to wonder on this thing I now called life.

  It changed drastically. At one point of time I was happy, but I couldn’t for a fact say I was complete. Pitt was becoming a stranger and I hated to think I had to change the way I loved to teach him a lesson.

  Full of emotion, a lone tear slipped from my eye and I jumped from the sound of the bathroom door opening.

  Looking over my shoulder, I rolled my eyes at the sight of Pitt standing behind me with his sexy body on full display. The only thing he had on was his boxer briefs that displayed his erection.

  If he didn’t get anything right, sex was always on point. He knew it and that’s why he was here ready to give a peace offering for his out of line behavior. I was so mad my body was defying me. For him to be ten years older than me his body put a lot of the younger niggas to shame.

  “I figured you’ll want this.”

  The wine or dick?

  He placed the glass of wine on the edge which I happily brought to my lips and sipped. How could I have forgotten a glass of wine to go with my bath?

  As he voluntarily joined my bath, I tried my best to ignore him by grabbing my bath sponge and body wash and squeezed a generous amount on it. As I smoothed over my body with my sponge, I kept my eyes on the bubbly water dancing around him as he peered at me.

  I made the mistake of glancing into his lust filled eyes and felt my clit throbbing. It’s been so long since I felt wanted by this man. My body was yearning for his touch and tender kisses.

  As if he read my mind he took my hand in his and pulled me towards him planting me down on his lap where I felt his bulge pushing onto my pussy. If we weren’t in this tub, I was sure there would be a puddle of my juices underneath us.

  Pitt cupped my face in his hands and gave me a firm passionate kiss. “I love you.”

  “It doesn’t feel like it…” I mumbled staring down at his lips. Almost afraid to look into his eyes. “Not anymore.”

  “I do.”

  Lifting my chin with the crook of his finger, he crashed his lips onto mine again. It sent shock waves through every nerve of my body. My nipples hardened as he took his large hands and palmed my ass grinding my love box into his length.

  As our lips tangled, I moaned allowing him to slither his tongue into my mouth. Within each second we kissed all the anger I felt disappeared and was replaced with sexual desire as Pitt lifted me up and positioned the tip of his dick at my slit. I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as his head pushed through my lower ones roughly.

  “Oh my God!” I screeched throwing my head back as he moved under me.

  He dug his nails into my hips and bit down on my neck. Sex couldn’t fix the amount of insecurities that invaded my thoughts, but only God knew how bad I needed this release, so I pushed it all to the back of my mind and allowed Pitt to give my body what it desperately needed.

  “You feel so good, bae…”Pitt growled taking full control slamming me down into his lap.

  Water splashed on the tiled floor. I held my arms around his neck and enjoyed the ride.

  “I miss this pussy, tell me you miss this dick,” he instructed kissing, sucking and biting on my neck.

  “I miss this dick…” I moaned. “Don’t stop…I’m gonna cum.”

  “I’ll do anything for you, CoCo.”

  “Me too,” I shot back now holding on for dear life as I bounced up and down his shaft. The way the dick felt; he could ask me for anything and I would give it to him.

  “Tell me who this pussy belong to,” he growled as he sped up some more taking me out of my rhythm.

  “Yours… fuck… baby… please don’t stop.”

  “Tell me you will do anything for me,” he groaned. My nut was right there.

  “I’ll do anything!” I yelled as my body climaxed and he was right behind me spraying my tunnel with his seeds. Breathing heavily, I rested my body on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a few kisses on my shoulder sitting in silence with his semi hard dick still inside of me.

  It wasn’t until I climbed down from my sexual high that I realized what had happened. Despite the fact of us being together so long, we both always said we didn’t want children, so protection was always
used even with me being on the shot.

  Making a mental note to purchase the morning after pill on my way to work, I climbed off of him and continued to get myself clean right after finishing off my glass of wine.

  That nagging feeling about the drugs in my shop returned causing the tension around us to thicken again. Knowing me, Pitt sensed it right away. After getting out of the tub, he wrapped a plush towel around me as he enclosed me in his arms.

  “I’m sorry about the shit I said. I have a lot going on and I need you to cooperate now more than ever.”

  I opened my mouth to object but he silenced me with a kiss that had me frowning my face up once we parted.

  “Please baby, I wouldn’t be making these moves if it wasn’t necessary,” he begged peering at me with sadness in his eyes. “Give me a few days to get things straight and everything will be moved.”

  Sucking in a deep breath, I blew it out before pulling myself out of his gaze and continued back into the bedroom. They said relationships brought sacrifice, but I was sure that sacrifice wasn’t in exchange for my freedom and everything I worked hard for.

  Amare “Mar” Davis

  Seated on the sofa in the VIP section of the packed club, I thought about how everything in my life was coming together and after securing this deal where I was headed. Years back I wouldn’t think this would be my life, but with the cards I was dealt, I didn’t have a choice.

  Before flipping bricks, I was shooting hoops with hopes of getting drafted into the NBA to take my family out the hood. It was my escape from reality and with the help of my father I embrace my talent. He was my biggest cheerleader and coach reminding me that being the best was the only option.

  Since he was a felon it was difficult for him to find work due to his record, so my mom held down the household financially while he took care of my little sister, Amena and I. It was our daily routine to go to the store, get Amena some snacks and play ball. She would watch on the sidelines as we did our thing drawing in a crowd watching us play an intense one on one.