Loyalty Over Royalty (5 page)

“Ahhhhhhh shiiiiit!” Kyra didn’t know what was happening to her; all she knew was she loved every bit of it.

“Shhhhh girl, you can’t be screaming like that! People gon think I’m in here killing you!” he said, laughing when he came up for air.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” she said, smiling. Notorious then stood up and undressed himself. When he pulled down his Tommy Hilfiger boxers, his 9-inch dick was rock hard. Kyra just stared at it.
It’s so big and smooth
, she thought to herself.

Notorious then reached down into his pants pocket and grabbed a condom. He opened it, placed it on the head of his penis, and rolled it on. After putting the wrapper back in his pocket so Kyra’s mother wouldn’t find it, he climbed on top of her. He gently kissed her lips and asked her was she ready. After getting her assurance, he slowly inserted the head of his penis into her soaking wet virgin love box. Kyra quickly slid back; his manhood was so thick, it was painful.

“You ok boo, you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, just get it in, so the pain can be over!” she replied while covering her face with both of her hands. Notorious proceeded to work his way into Kyra trying his best not to hurt her. Once he was in, he began to give her long slow strokes as if they were making love. The pain she was feeling became pleasure, and she was loving every minute of it.

“Damn boo, you feel so good,” he said between moans. With every stroke, he could feel her gripping his dick with her tight walls. He couldn’t hold back much longer. After 5 minutes, he let out a loud grunt and emptied himself inside the condom inside of her.

“Girl you’ll drive a nigga crazy with that thang,” he said, laughing as he was pulling himself out of her.

“Well, you not too bad yourself,” she replied, getting up to go to the bathroom. Her first time was everything she imagined and she was even more happy she shared it with him. Kyra and Notorious cleaned up. After they laid in the bed, they cuddled and talked. Kyra began to fall asleep in his arms; he made her feel just that comfortable. He ran his fingers through her hair and in no time, he fell asleep right after.

Chapter 7

One Year Later

“Ooooh shit Rashad, right there. Ooh my goodness, don’t stop; I’m about to cum!” Carmen moaned as Whack was devouring her pussy on her bedroom dresser. They had been secretly messing around for about the past 8 months. Whack had been trying to get with Carmen since he first met her and she finally gave in one day they were home alone. Whack was sucking the life out of Carmen’s hard clit while finger fucking her at the same time. “Yes, yes, finger fuck that pussy harder! You know I like that ruff shit!” she yelled in ecstasy; they were rocking the shit out of her dresser. She was grinding so fast and hard up against his face, he could barely breath. He was loving every minute of it; the faster she twirled, the harder and faster he sucked. Carmen could feel her orgasm coming; her toes began to lock and she could feel the spirit leaving her body. “Rashad, Rashad, Rashad, Ooooh stop, stop, stop!” she yelled, as she was squirting all over his face like a water fountain.

“Ooh shit girl, make that muthafucka rain!” he said, rubbing her clit with the tips of his fingers to make her squirt more. He then stood up and dropped his pants, exposing his thick, long, hard, 10-inch pipe. Carmen spit in the palm of her hand and began to stroke his ego before he rammed inside of her soaking wet juice box. Whack threw her left leg over his shoulder and began to pound away.

“Yes baby, fuck this pussy!” she cried while digging her nails in his back and biting his broad shoulders.

“Mmmm, mmmm, this dick good, ain’t it!” he bragged, as he picked her up off the dresser and bounced her up and down on his raw dick.

“Who pussy is this?” he asked, griping and smacking her ass.

“It’s yours, it’s all yours!” she screamed. Whack could feel his dick getting harder. Before he knew it, he let himself go deep inside of her. They both collapsed on Carmen’s bed, tired and out of breath.

“Pretty soon, we gon have to cut this secret shit out Carm!” Whack said, sitting up looking her in the face.

“Why? We been keeping it a secret this long why start telling people now? This our thing we don’t need no one else in our business,” she spat. Carmen just didn’t want people clowning her because she played like she hated Whack for the longest, and now she had it bad for him.

“Well, I don’t know how you gon do that. What you gon tell mufuckas when yo belly start getting bigger?” he asked in a serious tone.

“I ain’t gon tell them shit cuz it ain’t no reason for my belly to be getting bigger! So, what are you talkin about?!” she asked in confusion. Little did Carmen know, she was 2 ½ months pregnant by Whack. She hadn’t even noticed that she hadn’t had a period the month before, but he did.

“Iight Carm, whatever you say!” Whack then headed to the bathroom to wash up.

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“Congratulations Ms. Baker, you are 12 weeks and 2 days! Would you like to hear your baby’s heart beat?” Dr. Johnson asked Carmen, as she rubbed the ultrasound wand across her belly.

“12 weeks and 2 days! Are you sure doc?” Carmen was still in disbelief, even though she was staring right at the monitor. “How can this be; I can’t possibly be pregnant!” she said with her hand covering her mouth and tears running down her face.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sure! What’s wrong; are you not happy?” the doctor asked in a concerned tone. Carmen wasn’t ready to be a mom; she was only 16 and her child’s father was an 18-year-old dope boy.

“I can’t be a mom; I’m only 16! I’m still in school and I don’t have a job!” Carmen cried. Dr. Johnson ended the ultrasound and wiped the jelly off of Carmen’s belly. She pulled her shirt down and asked her to sit up. She then grabbed two tissues from behind her and began to wipe her tears.

“Listen baby, I know you’re scared, but unprotected sex has consequences and this is one of them. It could be so much worse, believe me child; if you’re grown enough to make them, you’re grown enough to raise them. Now, I don’t condone it, but there are other options you can take; just make sure you think them through before deciding. If you’re still with the child’s father, I think it’s best you guys have a mutual agreement on whatever you choose,” she explained to Carmen sincerely. Carmen had no other choice but to get ready for this baby because she knew Whack wouldn’t agree to any other option.

“Well doc, looks like I better get prepared huh?” Carmen asked with a little smirk.

“Well, okay then! Let me get your paperwork and your prescription for your prenatal and iron pills and you’ll be good to go!” Dr. Johnson said with a smile; she and Carmen then proceeded to the front of the office.

When Carmen made it home from the doctor, the house was empty. She was happy because she really didn’t feel like sharing the news at the moment. She went upstairs to her room and laid across her bed. She then picked up her house phone and dialed Whack’s number. “What’s up Carm,” he picked up after the first ring, as if he was waiting on her call.

“Nothing, just letting you know I’m back at the house. When you get time, can you come by? We need to talk,” she replied.

“Yea, I’ll be there after I meet up wit Notorious. It’ll be a couple hours though; we got some drops to make,” he said.

“Okay, well see you when you get here.” Carmen then hung up the phone and laid back across the bed. She began to think about what life would be like as Whack’s wife because she damn sure wasn’t going to be just another baby momma out here struggling. She knew Whack valued family and with all of his being gone, the baby would make him feel complete. She also knew he was crazy about her and would never leave her alone with a baby and no stability. It was just the way he lived.
What if something happens to him out here in these streets?
she thought. She was scared of what the future held for them. She knew Whack wasn’t a punk and he could handle whatever came his way, but all she could think about was “What If”. She laid in her bed rocking and crying. Before she knew it, she had rocked herself to sleep.

Chapter 8

Whack sat in the driver’s seat of his black 1987 Monte Carlo SS on racer tires, thinking and puffing his spliff as he waited on Notorious to pull up. He already knew what Carmen needed to talk about; he knew she was pregnant before she went to see the doctor. Deep down, he was excited because he wanted a baby, especially with Carmen. His biggest concern was what his right hand would say, Notorious didn’t even know they were messing around. He knew he had to be the one to tell him before Carmen did; he owed him that much.
Damn, I know this nigga gon be pissed the fuck off! I done got his 16-year-old sister pregnant, FUCK
, he thought to himself. He was so lost in his thoughts; he didn’t even see Notorious walk up to his window. (Tap, tap) Notorious taped on his window, breaking his thoughts. Whack suddenly looked up and rolled down his window.

“Damn nigga, if I was the enemy, I would’ve caught you slipping! Fuck wrong wit you, nigga? You keep yo eyes open at all times!” he bitched at Whack. Whack couldn’t even say anything back. Notorious was right; he was tripping. If he would’ve been a rival, Whack would’ve been a dead man.

“Damn nigga, yea you right, I’m slipping! I jus got a lot on my mind, nigga need to blow for real.” Whack was trying to justify his actions.

“Well, shit nigga, you know I got the weed! We can smoke and you can tell ya boy what got ya head all fucked up!” Notorious said before walking around to the passenger door and getting in. When he got in, he pulled out the weed and cigars and proceeded to roll a blunt. Whack started up his car and headed in the direction of their destination.

“So, what’s up nigga? What’s on yo mind? What got yo ass so tight?” Notorious said, chuckling. Before responding, Whack prepared himself for the worst. He wasn’t scared of Notorious, he was scared of losing his trust and most importantly their bond.

“Man Dorian, you know you my nigga. You took me in been looking out for me shit you my brother, blood couldn’t do shit for us! That’s why I’d rather you hear this from me first, even though I don’t know how you gon feel about the shit,” Whack said sympathetically.

“Man, fuck all this extra shit nigga, spit the shit out! What the fuck is up?!” Notorious snapped impatiently. He was growing upset, by the way Whack was acting it made him feel like he had crossed him in a major way.

“Man iight, damn! Carmen pregnant and I’m the baby’s father!” Whack blurted out quickly. The car grew silent as they both were froze with blank looks on their faces. After about 10 seconds, Notorious busted out in laughter. He just knew this nigga was delusional; his sister couldn’t stand his ass, so how could she be pregnant by him?

“Iight man, okay that was funny! Now all jokes aside, what the fuck is goin on?” Notorious asked, still chuckling from laughing so hard. He knew Whack was crazy about his sister but to fake a pregnancy was absurd. Whack was boiling; he didn’t think shit he had just said was funny. He was trying to man up and have a serious conversation with his best friend, and he was taking him for a joke.

He instantly snapped out. “D MAN SHUT THE FUCK UP! THIS SHIT IS REAL AND YOU SITTING UP HERE LAUGHING AND SHIT! CARMEN FUCKIN PREGNANT MAN! IT’S MY FUCKIN BABY AND I’M SORRY!” he yelled in rage. Notorious had a blank look on his face; he was shocked in more ways than one. He didn’t know whether to check Whack for the way he had just spoken to him first, or to check him for knocking up his little sister. Either way, both were getting addressed. He decided to start with Carmen.

“Hold the fuck up, so you serious?” Notorious asked through gritted teeth; he could feel his temperature rising by the second.

“Yes, I’m serious. Come on man, before you get too upset, just think. You know me and Carmen like each other. I know I should have asked you how you felt about it before I started messing with her but she was trippin! She wanted me to keep it a secret and shit. But, I love yo sister man and I’m gon take care of my responsibilities! Come on dude, you know me, you know my word is my bond!” Whack said, explaining himself to his right hand and hoping he would understand. To his surprise, Notorious dropped the evil scowl on his face. Whack was right; he did know they had a thing for each other but he didn’t expect her to get pregnant. She was only 16 and still in school. It was her senior year, but she would miss out on the best parts because she was pregnant. Notorious made a promise to himself that he would make sure Carmen would graduate because he didn’t, and he wasn’t breaking it. Notorious calmed himself down completely before speaking.

“Iight man, you right. I’m overreacting a lil bit. But how could you not tell me yawl was kicking it? I’m yo boy! I trust you to handle yo biz. If you fuck over my lil sister, you fuck over me, and I know you wouldn’t do that so we good!” he said, holding his fist out for dap. After all, Whack was his right hand; he would rather him be with his sister than some other fugazzi ass nigga.

“Man, yo ass had me scared for a minute! I thought our friendship was O.V.A!” Whack said, chuckling as he gave Notorious dap in return.

“Come on, now nigga, you know we better than that. It gon take more than a punk ass pregnancy to take us down! Plus, now you really part of the fam now nigga! Oh and one mo thing, you snap on me like that again, I’ll kill ya,” Notorious replied, laughing. The two talked and puffed their spliff the rest of the way to their destination.