Page 9 of Rhyot & Nyelle (D-Ville Projects #6)

Chapter

Eight

It was just after one p.m. and D-Ville was already live.

It was the day of the block party and it seemed like everyone in the projects popped out to show their respect for what DP was doing for their community.

The music boomed so loudly you could feel it in your chest. The smell of grilled food lingered in the air and had Ny’s stomach rumbling.

Ny had taken a hot shower after getting dicked down by Rhyot again that morning.

She rocked a white halter top and light blue, high-waisted jean shorts that made her ass round out perfectly.

In Rhy’s words, “That ass perfect, baby.” Her gold hoops, bangles, and anklet complemented her look and she also wore white Nike low tops and a Marc Jacobs mini leather bag she had been dying to pop out in since she bought it.

Rhyelle wore an almost identical fit that was more age appropriate and Rhyot wore a slightly oversized white tee, tan cargo shorts, white Nike low tops to match his Crescent Falls Badgers snapback. The diamonds he rocked were statement pieces. The main attraction being Chop’s AK-47 chain.

Rhyot, Nyelle, and Rhyelle showed up dressed to impress.

Rhy held Nyelle’s hand and carried Rhyelle in his other arm.

They looked picture perfect, complementing one another.

Not only that, he was making a statement.

Nyelle was his girl, Rhyelle was his as well, and they were a family unit.

No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Of course, like he already knew, the whispers started but he was unfazed by it all.

Though he was once a Bedford Boy, which caused some of the younger DPs to look at him sideways, on the strength of his Aunt Emma, there wasn’t any beef nor animosity.

Rhyot moved like he was that nigga because to a lot of people he was—strong, bold, fearless, unapologetic as fuck. Rhy was a rare breed and he didn’t have to go around telling people.

Nyelle on the other hand held her chin up.

She had not been in a relationship for a long while.

So when Rhyot came back into her life, it was like a breath of fresh air.

A man doing for her and her child without having to ask.

Rhyot made it his sole responsibility to ensure she and Rhyelle were happy and at peace.

Anything aside from that, someone was getting a bullet.

Rhy dapped up a few DPs as they made their way through the block party. They now stood outside of the bounce house as Rhyelle played inside.

“You good?” he asked, turning his head so his undivided attention was on Ny.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” She offered a smile then stood on her tippy toes to kiss his lips also being mindful of her sneakers creasing.

“I’m just making sure,” he responded before dipping his head and pecking her lips twice. Once again, eyes were on them.

Their moment would be short lived due to someone bumping Ny so hard from behind that her body crashed into Rhyot’s hard frame.

“Excuse fucking me!” she exclaimed as she turned around and came face to face with Rhy’s ratchet ass ex, Leah.

Leah stared hard at Ny and Rhy like their whole presence disgusted her. “Oh so this is the type of timing that we on?” she sassed, crossing her arms under her breasts and pursing her lips. She had a few friends with her and was trying to show her ass, clearly tipsy.

“I know you ain’t just fucking push me.”

“And the fuck did? Y’all muthafuckas weird and that’s another reason why I never bought that best friend shit,” she snapped, eyes locked on Nyelle.

Nyelle stepped in close like she was about to take a swing but surprised Rhyot when she spoke instead.

“He’s mine now. He honestly should’ve been mine. You clearly ain’t know what the fuck you had while you were with him.”

The ex scoffed, stepping closer, but she knew how Nyelle gave it up if needed.

“He only fucking on you because you’re an easy ass homie hopper,” she stated matter of factly before turning to Rhyot. “You over here playing house with the next nigga baby, Rhy?”

Rhy’s jaw twitched. He knew Nyelle could’ve tagged her ass, but due to the circumstances and where they were, he was gonna put Leah in her place. He handed Lil Rhy to Nyelle before she could protest or try to fight Leah.

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is and honestly I don’t give a fuck. I’m at where I’m at because I wanna be with Nyelle,” he stated matter of factly. “As a woman, I’mma need you to move the fuck along and stop trying to press a dead situation.”

“Nah. I’m not even gonna believe that.” Leah shook her head and tilted it cockily while licking her lips, staring him up and down.

Rhy nodded and grabbed Ny’s hand, pulling her into him to prove his point.

To make his stance even clearer, he lifted her chin and kissed her right there in the middle of the block, not a cute little quick peck either.

It was passionate, sloppy, hot, and had Nyelle damn near floating away.

Even some of the bystanders were fanning themselves.

Leah’s face turned red with embarrassment and she walked away with her head hung low, unable to say anything else. She learned her lesson about stepping to Rhy or Ny, Rhyot made sure of it. He played no games when it came to his lady and vice versa.

The seat of Nyelle’s panties was now soaked and she had a yearning that only her man could please. “You better stop kissing me like that before we get back in the house.” The smile etched onto his face was a mile wide.

“Shitttttt! Say no more,” he joked and grabbed her hand, but she pulled away, causing him to crack up. The trio made their way through the party until they ended up under the white tent at Aunt Emma’s vendor table which sat by the DJ booth.

“What’s good, Aunty E?” Rhyot asked as he leaned over her table, careful not to knock anything over as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Nyelle did the same thing while Rhyelle shyly hid behind Nyelle’s leg.

Ny and Aunt Emma had known each other for years, and though the two weren’t close, they still had love and respect for one another.

“I’m good, baby boy, just out here trying to get these coins.” She pinched her thumb, index, and middle fingers together to make the money motion. “What you want me to make you?”

“You already know!” Rhy rubbed his hands together then reached for Nyelle’s hand. Rhyelle stood between them bobbing to the music. “Gimme one of your specials.”

With that Aunt Emma went to work. She grabbed vodka, coconut rum, and peach schnapps along with pineapple, cranberry, and orange juice and went to work.

She grabbed her shaker, some ice, and continued to whip up the cocktail.

She topped the drink off with an orange wedge before handing it over to Rhyot who passed her two blue faces which she slid into her pocket.

Rhyot raised a brow, smirking before taking a sip of the drink.

“Yo! This shit is fire,” he stated before he continued drinking the cocktail.

Rhyot observed from a distance as Kassir, one of the heads of DP, carried who Rhyot assumed was Kassir’s girl through the party into one of the buildings.

“Babe, how does it taste?” Ny inquired, looking back and forth between him and his drink. Rhyot chuckled, knowing her ass wanted some and handed it over, which she readily accepted. He watched as she damn near tried to down his whole cocktail.

“Ay, man,” he said, stepping into her personal space. “Slow down, ma. Ion think you can handle all that.”

“I can handle it alright,” Ny stated, giving Rhy’s frame a onceover and slowly stopping her gaze at his midsection before their eyes met again. “As a matter of fact, Aunty, I’ll take the same thing.” She handed Rhy his cup and turned her attention to Ms. Emma.

Emma chuckled, shaking her head while sipping on her own little red cup of what Rhyot assumed was Hennessy due to its dark color. She set her cup down. “Alright, that’s my girl!” she egged Ny on and began whipping up an identical cocktail.

Once she handed Nyelle her cocktail, she asked her a gnawing question, “So what is this going on between y'all, Ny? You got my nephew out here buying toys and what not… Next he gon’ tell me he is ready to settle down and get married.”

Ny coughed a little from the liquor sliding down the wrong pipe and quickly pressed her palm to her chest. “Married? Aunty, whew, you moving a little too fast.” Nyelle laughed nervously, trying to play it off, but in reality the wheels in her head were spinning.

Rhyot, however, didn’t laugh. He just stood there with that sly grin stretching across his lips, sipping the rest of his drink as his eyes lingered on Nyelle like he already knew something she didn’t.

“What you smirking at?” Nyelle frowned, narrowing her eyes at him as she sensed he was up to something. One thing about Nyelle, she hated being out of the loop.

“Nothing,” he replied coolly, still smirking as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Aunty just knows what type of time I’m on, that’s all.”

Ny’s stomach was now doing somersaults as the weight of his words settled. She turned her head sharply, locking eyes with him. “Rhy, stop playing so much.”

“Who said I’m playing?” he stated, leaning in closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Emma cackled loud enough for the DJ to look their way briefly. “See? I told you he is ready to lock it down, niece. He got your ass out here ready to melt right now.”

“Aunty!” Ny laughed in shock at how forward Rhyot’s aunt could be at times. “How do you know he’s taking me seriously?”

“Baby, he’s been taking you seriously since he was thirteen years old. It’s sad that it’s taken y’all all this time to realize it,” Emma said, looking from Nyelle to Rhyot.

Before Rhyot could answer, Weez appeared, pulling him into a brotherly embrace. Weez addressed both of the ladies before he asked Rhyot if they could speak privately.

“Damn, what’s up, cuz! Your ass got out and went under the fucking radar, huh?” Weez stated jokingly. He was Rhyot’s favorite cousin hands down and made sure to hold Rhyot down when he was locked up.

“You know a nigga ain’t trying be out too much. I need to build something for the long run.” Rhyot looked across the lot at Ny and Lil Rhy who were unaware of him looking at them.

“You a family man now, nigga; don’t try to cap.” Weez laughed, bumping Rhyot’s shoulder, causing him to divert his attention back. “But I wanted to holla at you about some shit.”

“What up?”

“Got a lick tonight. This nigga house in Brunswick Meadows. He outta town, it’s gon’ be smooth. Just wanted to know if you’re interested.” Weez put his cards on the table and he gained Rhy’s attention.

Since Rhyot left the BBs and went to jail, Weez had been running shit as far as hitting licks.

He was on the rise of becoming the next top jack boy.

And as far as Rhy was concerned, Weez could have it.

He had spent too much time in a cell alone, only wishing he could be free.

Now that he had the girl of his dreams and the most beautiful baby girl, he wasn’t doing nothing to jeopardize that.

He robbed Chop of some shit owed to him but breaking into a stranger's home wasn’t something he was willing to do. No matter how simple the shit sounded.

He looked over at Nyelle and Rhyelle again and this time Ny held Rhy in her lap as they both got their faces painted. The two of them pulled at his heart strings and honestly solidified his decision to leave the streets alone.

“Nah. Can’t. I ain’t just moving for me anymore. I got my lil fam. Can’t risk it.”

Weez stared at him hard, eyebrows raised, but then his face cracked into a smile.

“I never thought I’d see the day where your ass settled down and did the family shit, bruh. I’m happy for you.”

Rhyot chuckled, clasping his hand over Weez’s shoulder. “Yeah, my nigga, I found something that ain’t worth losing.”

He couldn’t help but feel the glare of eyes on him. He turned his attention back to Aunty Emma’s table and she was looking at him and Weez with a scowl on her face, probably thinking he was up to his old tricks. Rhyot lifted his cup that she had made for him and took a sip.

Yeah, Rhy was done letting those he loved down. He was ready to make a change, and if that included putting the street life up for good, so be it.