Page 3 of Ghetto Heartstrings

He smiled, showing his pearly whites and pulled her close to him. “I had to handle some shit, and it caused me to be late ma. I’m sorry about that shit, but you know how it go. When the money call, I got to go,” he told her.

“Um hmm.” She rolled her eyes. “Money will come and go. Even when you’re dead and gone, niggas will still get money, and even when you’re alive, it’ll be another way to get it…

it will never be another me, though. I don’t come after the money,” she said, looking around.

“Now, what if one of these other niggas started picking up your slack?”

Perfect chuckled and leaned back, knowing damn well she didn’t really mean that last statement. Placing his hand on his chest, he asked, “I slack? Come on, that shit ain’t even fair Brook. I do my part.”

She poked her finger in his LL Cool J dimple and licked her lips. “Act right then.”

He took his hands and gripped her ass. “You know I got you, don’t say no shit like that to me again…”

“You know I love you, daddy.”

“Enough to move in with me?” He asked, grabbing the keys to his new place from his pocket dangling them in her face.

“What’s this all about bae?” She frowned. She knew he was coming up on some cash lately, but she didn’t know that he was getting a place and all of that.

“Don’t start that shit Brook.” He hopped off the car. “It’s about that time, ma. I don’t want you away from me not another night; what is it gon’ be?”

“I can’t leave my daddy… you know that.” She rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

Perfect threw his arms up in the air. “You don’t even like the nigga,” he reminded her. He didn’t even know why; all he knew was that her mama ran off with her new husband, leaving Brook’Lynn with her daddy, and she never liked his ass.

She shook her head violently while backing away from him. “Un un… I love you, Perfect, but I can’t.”

He wasn’t letting her go that easy. Walking up on her, he gripped her ass with both of his hands, giving him a nice handful. He nuzzled his lips in her neck and opened his mouth, pulling at her skin while placing a huge hickey on her.

“Nooo Perfect!” Brook’Lynn giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Nah, fuck that.” He sucked harder. “I want you with me; you heard what the fuck I said.”

“Okay! Okay!” She finally got away. “I’ll think about it; I’ll think about it!” She said while still giggling, picking her books up that had fell on the ground.

“I got it baby.” He bent down instead and picked them all up, placing them back in her hands. “Heavy ass books,” he said.

“For a smart ass girl,” she replied.

“That’s right, cause I don’t fuck with no dumb chicks.”

Brook’Lynn got up in his face. “You don’t fuck with no chics period… I better be the one and only,” she warned.

That’s why he loved her ass, cause she wasn’t weak and always demanded her respect.

He was getting ready to say something else but was interrupted when he felt like he was being watched.

Looking ahead of him, he noticed her daddy standing on the porch, eyeballing the shit out of him.

“Punk ass nigga,” he mumbled to himself.

Brook’Lynn felt it too; she didn’t even have to turn around to look. “Look baby, I’ll call you tonight, okay? I’ll even fix you a plate when I cook and you can meet me at the corner to pick it up.”

Perfect shook his head; this shit was ridiculous. “Yeah… aiight.”

“Don’t be mad baby,” she said, back paddling. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” he truthfully told her, watching her interaction with her daddy.

Brody, aka Big B, was tall and perfectly framed for an older cat.

Perfect couldn’t get over the fact that Brody had some fucking nerve to judge him, when he was one of the biggest niggas hugging the block back in the day.

He didn’t have Perfect fooled with that fake ass legit bullshit; he could find another nigga to fool.

A part of him felt like it was a little deeper than what he knew. It had to be another reason, some kind of undercover beef as to why he had such a big problem with him and C2; neither one of them had ever done shit to that nigga.

Brook’Lynn made her way into Brody’s presence, and before she could even make it inside of the house, he was talking his shit.

“I told you I didn’t want that lil nigga around my house Brook’Lynn…

what the fuck can’t you understand about that shit?

You want me to go to jail for fuckin’ this youngin’ up? ” he asked in his rough husky voice.

Perfect remained by the car but had to bite down on the inside of his cheeks to keep him from pulling out his burner and knocking this nigga off. He was pushing it, talking to Brook’Lynn all crazy. He didn’t give a fuck, daddy or not, that shit was a no-go.

Brook’Lynn rolled her eyes and tried to remain calm. “Look, what you want me to do daddy? Damn…” She sucked her teeth. “You want me to do everything you say. I’m grown now!”

Brody was mad as fuck at his hardheaded ass daughter; he was telling her what he knew, and he knew how it was in those streets.

He used to be that same nigga. “You know what. When that nigga hurt you… don’t come calling me, since you got this shit all figured out.

” He flicked his blunt in the grass and walked back inside, right before grilling Perfect.

“Fuck away from my house young ass nigga.” He told Perfect, causing Brook’Lynn to frown and plead with Perfect through her eyes to not say shit.

Perfect had that much love for her that he stomached that shit, although his brain was telling him otherwise. He watched as Brook’Lynn walked inside before he walked around to the driver’s side.

His little brother, C2, pulled up on him in his brand-new Escalade, with a lil cutie in the passenger seat.

C2 looked just like the lighter version of Perfect and they were like best friends.

Leaning out of the window, C2 fucked with his brother.

“Man, pick yo fucking face up off the floor!” He yelled with his fat Cuban link dangling from his neck, as his dreads hung down his face.

C2 was just as wild as Perfect… that’s what Perfect loved the most about his little brother, he was down for whatever.

He wasn’t always crazy like that though.

C2 had dreams of going to the NFL, but after two injuries, along with his pockets touching he chose another route.

He waved C2 off with his hand as he hopped in his own ride, mad as fuck; Brook’Lynn’s daddy was always in the fucking way! “Gon’ on C2, I’m not in the mood for the fuck shit right now, man.”

C2 shrugged, already knowing what Perfect’s problem was. “You want me to off that nigga?” he asked seriously.

Shit, Perfect thought about doing that his damn self… but decided against it. He wasn’t trying to have that shit on his conscience. “Nah nigga, his punk ass is still her daddy.”

C2 chuckled, “Soft ass nigga.”

“Nigga, fuck you! You just meet me at the spot in thirty minutes, so we can get this paper up.” He frowned and looked at the chick that was staring at him like she wanted to hop out and jump on his dick right there in the middle of the street.

“Drop her ass off first.” He pointed and looked back at Brook’Lynn’s house one more time before closing his door speeding off.

Later that night, Perfect sat in his car parked on the corner from Brook’Lynn’s house.

To her knowledge, he was going to be out working all night, but he had other plans.

He refused to go home and be alone not another fucking night.

With his gun in his lap, he pulled his hoodie over his head.

If he had to body this hating ass nigga in order to get his girl, then that’s what the fuck he was going to do.

Just as he was about to hop out and go to the door, he noticed Brook’Lynn’s daddy walking out of the house in his street clothes and hop in his car before backing out of the driveway, pulling off.

He was so caught up in his conversation with whoever he was on the phone with, he didn’t even notice Perfect parked on the road as he passed by him.

Perfect waited about ten minutes later, as Brook’Lynn turned off every light in the house, everyone except for the living room light.

Getting out, he walked up to the door and peeked through a crack in the blinds to see if he saw her, and when he did, his dick got hard instantly.

Brook’Lynn sat on the couch with tears in her eyes as she laid flat on her back with one leg propped up on the couch, playing with her pussy while wearing nothing besides an open robe.

He leaned in closer as he watched her close her eyes and use her free hand to wipe a tear.

“I love you so much, Perfect,” she moaned. “Damn, I love you,” she whined.

Damn! Perfect tried hard to hold his composure, but he couldn’t handle looking at her freshly waxed pussy with her pink, bubble gum colored clitoris poking out at him.

The way her juices glistened on her smooth chocolate walls almost made him bust on himself, as he grabbed his dick and licked his lips.

“I love you too baby,” he whispered and decided to let her finish before knocking on the door. He tucked his gun in the small of his back and knocked on the door, watching her close her robe and hop to her feet with guilt written all over her face.

“Who is it?!” she yelled on the other side of the door.

He spoke calmly. “Open the door baby,” he told her.

He heard how quickly she unlocked the door and knew she was nervous.

The door swung open, and he gently pushed her back inside, as she wrapped her arms around him.

Feeling her hard nipples up against his chest only added to the hardness in his dick.

Using one foot, he took his wheat-colored Timbs and slammed the door before locking it.

Brook’Lynn stepped back, now realizing what was going on. “You can’t be here Perfect… come on man, you know I won’t hear the end of this,” she pouted, poking her heart shaped lips out.