Mariah's POV
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The gang, except for YB and his sidekick, were kicking it at our apartment. I was doing some basic bitch lip syncing on Snapchat, when I was interrupted by a FaceTime call. I mugged my reflection, declining the call. It was a number that wasn't saved in my phone. They called again, and I declined it with a message.
-idk u please stop calling me
(Unknown)- man quit playin
I sucked my teeth, mugging the phone.
-stop playing on my line
They called me again, so I answered it. It was YB. I laughed, hanging up the phone. He called again.
"What?"
"Aye man, lemme talk to you. Come outside."
"Man, hell nah, we can talk right here."
"Man, come on, damn." I hung up, getting up.
"I'll be back, y'all." I stomp down to the front lot.
"What?" I crossed my arms as he walked up. He waved me to follow him.
"Why the fuck are we walking? It's midnight."
"Man, juss' come on." We walked for a long time, quietly. I started getting a sick feeling in my stomach. Something ain't right. We crossed through an alleyway.
"Aye, let's just turn back, I'll come back through withcha in the morning." He stepped to the side, and I see a big figure coming down the alleyway.
"I shoulda known not ta come withchu, opp ass bitch." I pulled out my heat, cocking it. I felt something bump me on the back of my head.
"Drop it, lil Max." I sighed loudly, dropping the gun. I chuckled as I felt Spin tug my arms behind my back.
"Nothing but a flip." I smiled, shaking my head at YB.
"Man, I'm sorry." I spit in his direction.
"Fuck you and yo' fake ass apology. Money on yo' head, nigga." Spin pulled me backwards as BigDee approached me. I tried to get out of his grip.
"You gone be big bank." He said, flicking my nose. He waved YB on, and he dragged me back, throwing me in some car, hands tied behind me. I looked at my surroundings, and crammed every little detail I could from the ride.
Y'all thought I was going out like a bitch?
Nah.
See, I know BigDee and Spin from my ATL shenanigans. Daddy used to always tell me not to trust 'em, to turn the other way whenever I saw them. And I did, always. They was known for shit like this, but man, were them niggas stupid. They didn't take my phone, didn't knock me out--or at least blindfold me, and I saw what kinda ride they were in. I chilled until we got to some big wear house. It seemed like we was walking for hours. I smelled weed in the air. BigDee opened the door to a night club looking scene. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking around. They opened the door, and showed a wooden chair, with red carpeting, a fish tank, and a huge flat screen tv. There was a bed not too far away. Spin's big ass threw me in the chair, tying my hands behind my back.
"Ouch, damn! Get yo' ugly heavy handed ass off me!" I hissed. He looked at me, and raised his hand, hitting me in the jaw. I felt my lip flare in pain. BigDee hit him in the back of the head.
"What is wrong withchu, dumb ass! We gotta give her back the way she was, if Mad Max comes up with the money!" I spit some blood on the floor. YB was farther back, watching the scene.
"Aye, he sorry, he ain't had no pussy in a lil' bit." I chuckled at BigDee, but then stopped, remembering what I had going on.
"What, youn' gotta be so tight lipped! I'm telling you, it's smooth sailing down here."
"You talking to the tied up female with a cut lip." He laughed at me, untying me.
"Now, look, don't try no weird shit, 'cause I got yo' brother, too. Any stupid shit you do? He gettin' the shit beat out of him for it." I gasped, feeling tears brim my eyes.
"Be good, and he'll be okay." They walked out, closing the door.
"Why the fuck you still here?" I bucked at him as I rubbed my wrists. He started walking towards me. I got up out of the chair, stepping away from him. Eventually, I hit the bed, stumbling back on it. He leaned down, kissing my neck.
"M-move--I hate you, you opp bitch!" I pushed him away from me. I moaned softly, fighting against him.
"Do it look like the time to be doing this extra shit?"
"Shhhh!" He kissed my lips, then took off my shirt. I felt a tear slip down.
"Man, you done set me up, now you tryna rape me?"
"Chill, lil ma. I got a plan. Just trust me." He whispered almost with no volume in my ear. He pressed his chest up against mine. I felt something hard. He brushed the hair away from my face, mouthing 'Mic...camera...', nodding his head backwards. I saw a blinking light on a surveillance camera. He snaked his hand down into the waistband of my sweats, touching me outside my panties. He slid my sweat pants off, pulling at my panties.
"Is this really necessary?" I whisper softly, pushing his hand away. He chuckled, bringing his mouth back up to my ear
"He gotta think we fuckin'. Just let me lead, boo. Ion bite." He slid back down, pulling my panties off. I stared at his head, and he stared back.
'You ready?' I nodded timidly. I bit my lip as he started licking me slow, spelling out his name. I woulda called him a headass, if I could speak.
"Kentrell..." He smirked at me when I accidentally said his name softly, pushing up a little against his tongue. His phone started buzzing. He put it on speakerphone.
"Y'all 'bouta get nasty?" YB sucked his teeth.
"Yeah, Spin. Do me a favor--nah--do you a favor?"
"Wassup, buddy?"
"Turn off the cameras, and my mic."
"You ain't gone pull no funny shit, are you?"
"The only thing I'm bouta pull is a muscle, big homie. You know what I'm saying?" They both started laughing. I rolled my eyes at them, annoyed. I was about to say some slick shit, but something clicked in Kentrell's shirt as they said bye to each other. He took off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He ripped the microphone, throwing it across the room. He was about to sit on the bed, when I pulled him towards me as if we were about to kiss.
"The camera's still on." I pushed his head back down, glancing at the blinking light. I arched my back as he kept going, doing over the top shit. He pulled my legs closer, doing all types of shit. A bitch felt like she was gonna pass out. After a while, I seen that the blinking light flashed off.
"Mmm--it's off--YB, stop." He pinched my thigh as I tried to pull away. He finally lifted his head back up, taking off his pants.
"I know it's off, why you holdin' my shit back?" I just stared back at him, then laid my head on my pillow. I felt him press up against me through his boxers. He leaned down, getting face to face with me.
"Why you holding my shit back?" He whispered, pulling my bottom lip from my teeth.
"Youn' deserve it--you a snake." I said in a soft voice. He pressed a little harder, making me gasp. He chuckled.
"So it's gone take me ta take yo' soul for you ta' stop playin' wid me?"
"Guess so." I said, boldly.
"Aye, Mariah..."
"Mariah!"
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"Mariah! Wake yo' ass up! You supposed to be poppin' up at Fatman party." I wiped my eyes, confused.
"I--I was dreamin'?" I sighed.
"I was not invited to this." I mutter. Fatman is so sweet, but his mama want beef, but I ain't serving that shit.
"Ion care, you goin'."
"Ben, when you become somebody's daddy?" I rolled my eyes as he hopped up on the dresser.
"I'm just daddy." I waved him off, getting out of bed.
"I thought you was supposed to be in Atlanta?" Everybody except me was going to Georgia. I'm not fuckin' with ATL until nobody recognizes me there. I would've figured Marcus would have some sense to stay away, but he wanna go see his old hoes. Nigga 'bouta get killed over some pussy.
"I'm leaving in two hours."
"So you not even gone be at the party? Oh, hell nah--"
"You told Ken and Shay you was takin' 'em. I brought 'em ova' here already."
"Damn, was I talkin' out my neck." Ben sucked his teeth at me.
"I'm 'bout ta go." He said, and I waved. I finally decided to get up and put on my clothes. I walked into the living room, making them both look up. I waved them on.
"Let's go so we can get Kameron a gift and I can drop y'all off." Shay mugged me.
"You coming in with us."
"YoU cOmInG iN wItH uS--the hell if I am." Ken started killing himself laughing. I went on my phone, posting Fatman on Instagram. Then, I posted the picture Shay took of me in the lobby.
MoneyRiyah: I don't do no gossiping 😴 I don't do no arguing 🗣🚫 I don't beef on social sites 👤🙅🏾I just hit my target 🎯💥 #PettyPost #SisTookThis
I put my phone on silent once it started blowing up.
"Riyah, you petty." Ken laughed from the back seat. I looked back and winked.
"So very petty." We went to a shopping center and got him a couple of outfits. I pulled up at the spot they were having his party at.
"Bye y'all. Imma come scoop y'all up after."
"Man, stop playin'." I sucked my teeth, turning off my car.
"I'm popping in, then right back out." I said, pulling the keys out of the ignition. We walked in, then walked to where Fatman was walking around, playing. Shay him up, kissing his cheeks. Ken gave Star his gift, and I just stood there awkwardly.
"Hey, y'all." I greet to the people that were already there. Everybody except Star greeted me back. Fatman reached for me, and I took him, smiling.
"You know Kentrell ain't here." She stated blandly, mugging me.
"I know, I just slid through to say hey, and drop his gift off." Kill her with kindness. All she did was walk off.
"See, this why I didn't wanna come in here." I huffed to him. All he did was stare me in my face. I put him down, letting him walk again. I sat down at the booth Ken was sitting at, when my phone started ringing from a number I didn't recognize.
"Hello?"
"Aye--"
"Why you on my line?"
"Why you being petty on the gram?"
"Why you on my page?"
"Why you ignore my question?"
"I'm being petty, because my name is Mariah Imani Williams and I do what I please. Any more questions, you can take that up wit' ya council."
"You buck when I'm miles away."
"Boy, get off my fuckin' line." I hung up, putting my phone on the table, bored.
Why did I agree to this shit?