Hard'coré

Heartless

I placed my beats ear bud into my ears, listening to Jay Critch. I was on my way to make my rounds around the block. Dapping up niggas I knew from around the way. As I made my way past some of my stoops, various girls from the neighborhood began ranting and raving trying to catch my attention. But little did they know I wasn't checking for them, or any other hoe for that matter. There was only two women in my life, Mom & lil sis. They were the main reason I hussled the way that I did. They needed out of the projects badly. Around the hood I was known as "Grudge." Think whatever you want, but I was the toughest young nigga to ever hit the streets. I actually got the name from a previous home boy of mine, who was shot killed last year, obviously because I kept and held grudges. Once you fucked up with me, there's no turning around. NO APOLOGIES. NO HASHING IT OUT. NONE OF THAT. I wasn't the one to play with, never will I let a nigga label me as a "Bitch ass nigga."

Stepping up to the trap house, Loud and Mild smoke hit my nose asap. I went around dapping everybody up, before placing the collected money into the safe. I then joined the others who were now playing the game, and Talking shit. I snatched the blunt from bruce's hand as he and Dane shared a heated discussion. Bruce, Dane, Jomo and Frankie been around me since Diaper Days. All of our dad's were actually best friends back in the day. Dane actually helped me get this operation started, the others just joined in recently. Im glad I got these niggas doe, they got my back through whatever.

Jomo: Yo we fina need some more product, G.

Dane: Nah, I got some on the way now, you koo.

Frankie: Nah, what that nigga need is some pussy. (They Laughed, but I didn't.)

Me: No, y'all just need to keep focused on the bread. Hoes only fuck it up.

Jomo: Man if it wasn't even for Jasmine gold digging ass, you wouldn't even feel that way, G.

I hissed hearing that name.

Me: How the fuck would you know? And didn't I say we don't say her fucking name. (Twisting up a blunt.)

Dane: Touchy Much ( He joked in a girly voice, causing them to laugh.) But seriously doe, G you never wana go out pop bottles, see some strippers none of that. You gota move on from that bro.

Frankie: Alls I'm saying is, tonight theres this blow out bash at the Y, I'm talking strippers, bottles on top of bottles.. did I mention strippers? (He campaigned excitingly.)

I sat back taking a pull of the blunt. Taking in everything they just said, which was all so true. Couple months back this chick Jasmine, rode with me two years straight. Then one day I come home, she just up and left leaving nothing behind. Took my stash, some of my product and God only knows what else. Let's just say I vowed to never love or trust a bitch again. Now a days a female was even lucky to see the inside of my ride let alone my crib. I didn't see nor hear these females. But Dane was right, that was last year and I did need to let go.

Me: Aight, I'm a go. But if there's shit I don't like popping off. (Sitting back hitting my blunt.) I'm out.

Them: Koo. We fina shut shit down. ( in unison hype.)

***

(The Party)

-12:30 am.

I guess I did make the right decision. This party was Turnt, strippas was damn there naked walking around with their tops off , and little ass shorts carrying $2 shots. The music was bumping so hard I felt that shit through my chest (lol). Dane and the crew escaped into the large crowd. They was way too hype to be around some bitches for my own good (smh.) On instant I walked up to the V.I.P room, ordering us each a personal bottle and pulling out the already rolled blunts sparking one up.

Half the bottle of Henny, and two facials later. The fellas finally came up with some females following closely behind. It was five of them, I'm guessing a girl for each of us but I wasn't interested. One of them was Rican, two of them were dark skinned and the other two were lights. I never knew why, but dark skins girls irritated the fuck outta me. They were all bad as hell doe. I wasn't about to front. They all sat around, leaving one of the lights to sit by me. I didnt know if it was me, or this alcohol and kush but ole girl had me wanting to fuck. Or it could have been the fact that I hadn't had any since what's her face. A nigga was well over due. She scooted next to me, plastering a smile on her face.

The girl: Shonnie. (She held her hand out for a shake.)

For a minute I just stared at her hand. Who said I wanted to be friendly? Hell, who even said she could speak to me, she must not know who I am. I ignored her, sipping more of my henny feeling the song selection right now.

Shonnie: you must not have heard me.( she yelled over the music.) I'm shonnie.

Strike two, one more and i'ma give this bitch what she askin fo'.

Me: I heard you already.

I scanned over at bruce , Frankie, Dane, and Jomo. Of course they were over there being some caking ass niggas (smh). Never have I ever been this gong ho over some broad, who I just picked up at that.

Shonnie: so can I know your name. ( she rubbed my knee.)

Without thinking, I downed the last of my bottle and grabbed her hand. The fellas lifted there head to say some smart shit and cheer like, I'm some weak nigga or something giving them a glare not to say shit pushing thru the crowd. Shonnie continued to ask questions, while giggling. It's cute she think shit sweet right now. Nah I'm about to show her what happens to people who bother me without permission, especially if I'm not paying you no attention. We got to the men's room, and I pulled out my glock clearing out anyone who was in there, quickly locking the door. Slamming her against the wall, sliding up the short dress she was wearing, I heard her begin to speak so I bit down on her neck causing her to gasp.

Shonnie: why you being so rough? ( she whimpered.)

Me: (placing two fingers inside of her.) You still haven't learned to shut that mouth of yours.(making her moan a little.)

Shonnie: sss..(she hissed, biting her lip.) Damn baby, I'm sorry. I'll be quiet.

Me: I guess not...(smh)

In one sift motion, I placed the condom on, ramming inside. Damn she was tight, as I continued to stroke in and out of her , her tight pussy gripped onto my dick every time. Giving me that all too familiar feeling inside. But I couldn't let her see, she was in fact about to get the best of me. Her soft moans and whimpers gave me the notion she was about climax. So I sped up, removing myself and ramming back in feeling her explode on my dick. I turned her over ramming in from the back, going until I felt my self about to bust. Groaning softly finally feeling that release that I needed , catching my breath stepping back taring off the condom. Pulling my pants up , She kissed my cheek, as she fixed herself not saying one word. I stood there and admired shorty, she looked to be about 5'2, thighs thick as ever. Long black hair, it was almost touching that perfectly round ass. Not to mention that tan-brownish skin was soft as ever. Baby girl was bad as hell, without a doubt. But I wasn't checking for nothing, maybe she could be a quick fuck when I needed it.

Me: Grudge. (I finally spoke.) Call me, Grudge.

She looked like she wanted to speak but decided against it. I laughed a little, allowing her to say a few words.

Shonnie: so what now?

Me: I'm not looking for anything...

Shonnie: honestly me neither, I'm focused on me and my son. (Being honest.)

Me: Koo. So no hard feelings right? I mean...( she put her hand up.)

Shonnie: No need to explain Mr. Grudge, Not all of us hold those. (She winked walked out the bathroom.)

Tf did I get myself into? And why did I let these niggas convince me into even coming here. I did something I swore I was never supposed to do. I think I made a small connection with shorty doe. And all I kept thinking about was that pussy feeling so good. I was never gona tell them doe, they'd have my head if they knew what just happened. Grudge wasn't falling for no bitch, and that's mark my words.

-what really happened with Jasmine?!

-Grudge hooking up in a club?? and catching feelings??