Page 24 of Tangled Hearts

Noir rode shotgun with Christian, trying to handle all the last-minute things she needed to do for Knycole’s birthday. This year was more special than the last because her favorite girl was turning seventeen, and she was dealing with a lot of shit on the home front.

“I fuck with the way you and Hov go so hard for each other,” Christian commented, trying to break the ice with something specific.

Noir wasn’t green at all, so she knew what he was trying to get at. “Yea, that’s my nigga, and I love him with everything I have. Same for Knycole and Rock too… when he ain't doing my girl wrong.”

“So, what y’all got going on? Like, she goes with Rock, and you and Hov mess around?” he asked, diverting his eyes from the road to her and back again.

Amusement danced on her face. “Nigga, what you think is going on between us?”

“Stop playing with me and answer my damn question,” he said before the sound of his phone blared through the car’s speakers. The name Chanta danced across the screen.

“Nothing compared to what you and Chanta got going on,” she shot back through gritted teeth. “You can answer the phone since she’s been calling you all damn day.”

“If I wanted to answer, I would’ve. I’m with the person that matters to me.”

“Do I always matter or only when I’m in your face?” she asked, needing clarification.

The two of them had been rocking heavily for two months now, and although she felt like they were a couple, no titles had been placed on what they had going on. Not that she was in a rush to be his girlfriend since she was still playing the field.

“You my girl,” Christian said with confidence.

He was one of the biggest niggas in the game, thanks to his father, with first pick of all the women in the city, but he was choosing her. Noir was special to him. Her young ass brightened his days with her quick wit and sex appeal. She was cool as a fan and could fuck him into submission.

Noir turned her face away. “If I’m your girl, who is she?” she asked as his phone rang again.

“Yea?” he picked up the call.

“Daddy, when you gon’ come see me? It’s been a week and we miss you,” Chanta purred into the phone.

Noir’s eyes shot daggers his way. His masculine Adams apple went up and down as he took a hard swallow. He was busted but knew he could redeem himself. “Chanta, I’m with my girl, and we just made this shit official, so I can't fuck with you anymore.”

She scoffed. “You can't fuck with me? I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her little young ass. I know that child ain't giving it to you like me, so when you get done trying to impress her, hit my line. You have a blessed day, Noir,” Chanta promulgated before ending the call.

“Bitch!” Noir screamed, unbeknownst to the fact that she had hung up. “So, you just fucked that slut last week?!” she screamed with her glare trained on him.

“We just made it official.” Christian shrugged.

Quickly, she reached over and popped him upside his head.

“And we just made this shit unofficial. I fuckin’ hate you!

Oooh, I need to make an appointment to get checked.

Nakorea told me to watch out for dirty dick ass niggas like you.

I can't wait to get out this car from with your triflin’ ass!

” She was livid. Her body shook uncontrollably, but one thing about Noir, she wasn’t going to let anyone see her sweat.

Christian tried to talk her off the ledge, but she had completely shut down. Noir was no good to him while she was in that state, and unbeknownst to him, she was the queen at moving on. Especially when she’d made up in her mind to leave a situation alone.

Knycole felt so good. She had experienced another year around the sun, and although her life had done acrobats, she felt extremely blessed.

Her friends had shown up and shown out for her big day.

Like clockwork, Ms. Nakorea had given her a cake and cooked tacos to commence the celebration.

Hov showed up with a fresh ass Gucci outfit that matched the one he wore.

Keeping up with the dress code, Noir wore a nice little Gucci fit too, courtesy of a begging and pleading Christian.

Still, she was giving him her ass to kiss.

He and Hov had become rather close from working together, which meant he was invited to the light turn up at the local club.

With the girls being underaged, Hov had to pay a grip to get them in, which wasn’t unheard of.

In the hood, teens were known for frequenting adult clubs since the streets had them feeling old, well beyond their years.

“Bitch, it’s your muthafuckin’ birthday!” Noir screamed as they walked into their section for the night. “We about to turn the fuck up!”

With a smile on her face, Knycole took in the decorations that were set up for her.

Yellow and silver balloons floated around, filling her heart with love.

She was so appreciative of her friends for going all out for her.

With the way her life had been the last seventeen years, a celebration was needed.

It was a miracle she was still among the living with a sane mind.

The life she’d experienced would leave the toughest soldiers weakened.

Not her though. She took everything in strides knowing it could only get better.

“Yesss!” Knycole yelled, swaying to the music playing in the club.

“Aye, calm down,” Christian directed to Noir, who threw him the middle finger. “Whenever you’re ready for this sorry dick, just let me know.” He licked his lips watching her ass shake. Noir had a sick body. She was toned in all the right places with curves that could make you motion sick.

“Eww, I don’t want shit Chanta has had.” Noir rolled her eyes, causing Knycole to snicker.

Hov grabbed Knycole’s hand, pulling her to him. “You happy?” he whispered in her ear, needing to hear her say it. He needed words to match the actions. One without the other always left him second guessing and doubting himself.

Her wide smile stretched across her face.

“I’m so happy. Thank you for getting me this fire ass outfit.

I don’t understand why you had to dress like me, though,” she teased, actually loving how they dressed alike.

She wore a Gucci sports style dress with Gucci sneakers.

Her natural hair was flat ironed, sweeping across her back every time she moved her head.

Knycole didn’t wear much makeup and only put on a pair of strip lashes and some gloss on her juicy pink lips.

Her look was effortless and went with her whole vibe.

“You know you wanted to match my fly, girl. Quit playing.” Hov licked his lips.

He was always dressed to impress. Even with jeans and a white tee on, he stood out in a crowd.

However, wanting to match the birthday girl, he upped his game a little.

Just like Knycole, he wore a Gucci shirt with a pair of dark denim jeans, and the same pair of designer sneakers.

His lips were juicy and kissable while his skin was coated with a sexy scent of bergamot and spice.

Hov was well groomed, and it showed anytime he stepped out the house. Tonight was no different.

The sight of his full moist lips had her lower set of lips getting just as wet. “If you say so.” Knycole rolled her eyes playfully.

Hov was also captivated. Her dark brown skin shined under the low lights of their section.

Every time she smiled, her dimples set into her fat cheeks, pulling him in even more.

Her hips were perfectly proportioned to her small waist and round bottom.

Her breasts were on the small side but still enough for him to suck on.

Fuck, he thought biting into his lip. Hov knew she should’ve been off limits and he’d done a great job at keeping it that way for years.

Now, he was ready to throw all caution to the wind. That was how tempting she was.

“Anything you want, just ask. The bottle girl knows it’s all about you and will get you whatever you ask for.” Hov brushed his hand across her cheek.

Warmth spread across her chest. “Thank you, again.”

“Stop doing that.” His intense stare never left her face as he looked down at her.

Her nose scrunched. “Doing what?”

“Thanking me for doing what I feel is small compared to what I really want to do for you,” he answered.

Before she could respond, Noir grabbed her hand as the beat dropped to Big Sean’s Blessings.

The girls started bouncing to the music like true hood niggas.

Nigga mannerisms were implanted in them from being around Rock and Hov for most of their lives.

The two of them were so hype as they rapped the words like it was the gospel.

“I give whatever I’m worth. For my niggas who gonna go to hell and back for me. I’ma give ‘em Heaven on Earth for a hell of a check.” Noir rapped pointing at her best bitch and Hov.

Christian hated how she was giving him her ass to kiss but couldn’t deny how fine Noir was.

He didn’t miss how other niggas was in the club watching her, waiting to shoot their shot.

The Gucci sequin dress fit her loosely but didn’t hide the curves she possessed.

On her feet were a matching pair of designer sneakers that had her looking like she was dancing on the moon the way the shiny fabric glimmered under the lights.

It was money well spent as she panned her phone on her feet.

“I’m gonna have to murder a nigga tonight,” he mumbled under his breath.

Hov chuckled. “Noir will drive your ass insane if you let her.”

“I cannot see Heaven being much better than this, yeah! Blessings from me and my niggas from the west, look at what we did!” Knycole yelled, remixing the words a little, which made everyone in earshot go crazy since they were from the westside of Jade City.

“I’m way up, I feel blessed!” They rapped in unison before bursting into a fit of laughter.