Page 14 of Welcome to the Table

“I ain’t trying to fuck you out here or right now because I wanna get to know you, but you making it hard.

You gon’ have to stop this shit before your jeans get ripped off you.

Some shit I can’t control about myself. I’m trying to be respectful, but the monster that lives in me will have yo’ ass butt ball naked, and I ain’t trying to do that with you,” I told her, but that didn’t stop her.

I reached my other hand between us and unbuttoned her pants with one move.

My fingers slid in her jeans, and I rubbed her clit.

Her shit was leaking. I inserted one of my fingers inside her, and her tunnel had me in a trance.

Her shit was like a water hose, and she didn’t have on panties.

I stroked her clit with my thumb and my index finger inside her, and she was tight as hell.

She began to ride my fingers as her pussy got tighter and tighter.

I had to make her mine, or at least try to, because this pussy gripped my fingers like a vise.

“You like that shit, huh?” I said.

She stuck her tongue out, and I sucked it. I've never been the nigga on some PDA shit, but she had me losing it.

“You know I do. What you put in that weed?” she asked, and I chuckled through the kiss.

“If I tell you, then I would have to kill you, and you too pretty to be killed,” I said, and she laughed.

“Fuck, I think I’m about to nut.” I felt her muscles contract around my fingers, and I pulled them out. She wasn’t about to nut, and I couldn’t. She pulled back, out of breath, looking at me like I pissed her off.

“Nah, I ain’t that disrespectful. When I get that pussy, Imma have you spread long and wide, not outside in front of a crowd of people. I don’t move like that. I got too many enemies out here just waiting to record some shit,” I told her, and she sat up to look at me.

“So, the shit I heard was true?” she asked.

“I don’t know what the fuck you heard, but you can find out by getting to know me for yourself and stop listening to birdbrains or Google,” I let her know.

She sat up and looked at me. I was kinda glad because I was really about to fuck her in this fucking Spider and didn’t care who the fuck saw or recorded. I wasn’t trying to move reckless, but she was pushing it.

“Okay, I got you―”

Before she could finish her sentence, shots rang out.

Blocka blocka blocka

Whoever the fuck it was, they weren’t letting up.

They had extended clips in their shit. I didn’t carry guns, so I grabbed Raven, threw her in the passenger seat, and started my car.

I drove through the crowd, not giving a fuck who I hit in the fucking process.

Raven was screaming, the crowd was screaming and running, and I was trying to find Grove and my fucking brother.

I noticed Calliope being covered by hittas to his car, and he sped off.

Grove wasn’t too far behind, but he was bussing his AR-15, knocking niggas down while going to his car.

We all sped off the street and didn’t stop until we were in the Garden District on a side street.

I threw the shit in park, and Grove and my brother pulled up on each side of me.

The way Raven was sitting on the floor, all bent up, I knew they couldn’t see her.

“Nigga what the fuck was that? And you see why the fuck I don’t leave the fucking forest,” Calliope barked, but Klarity looked disheveled. She was shaken up, and I laughed more at her than at my brother.

“Ya girl looks like she about to pass out,” I told him, and she glared at me.

“Shut the fuck up, Hellcat. I don’t fucking live like this. I don’t fuck with hood niggas and drug dealers,” she said, and I looked at Grove.

“Who the fuck you think is sitting on the side of you? You think because you don’t see the shit that it’s not happening?

Open your eyes, baby girl, and take those rose-colored glasses off before yo’ feelings get hurt.

We the fucking mafia, Klarity. This is the fucking norm for us.

Calliope don’t usually be around, but this is our fucking life,” I told her.

I knew my brother would be mad, but he would forgive me later.

“Fuck you, Hellcat! I know yo’ ugly ass ain’t never wanted me with yo’ brother, but guess what, nigga? I ain’t going nowhere. I am here to stay, and ain’t no bitch coming behind me,” she yelled from his passenger seat.

“Bi―”

Before I could say anything, Raven rose from the floor like the fucking exorcist.

“Look, I don’t know you at all, but what you will not fucking do is talk to this nigga like that. Bitch, if he said something, then it must be the fucking truth. Stand on that shit with ya dumb ass.”

I whipped my head around because Raven was showing the fuck out. Everybody got silent.

Grove pulled his gun and aimed it at her head.

“Where the fuck did she come from, and who the fuck is she?!” Grove cocked his shit back, ready to shoot.

“Hold the fuck up. This is Raven, and she was rolling with me before the fucking shots rang out,” I told him, and he put his shit down slowly.

I looked at Raven, surprised she had taken up for me. I smiled on the inside. She was a rider already.

“Bitch, you don’t know me, and who the fuck are you anyway? Hellcat is known for bringing unknown bitches on the scene,” she spat.

Before I could grab Raven, she was out of the car, running to Klarity. I hopped out before she could get close to her and grabbed her by her waist.

“I’m your worst nightmare, bitch! I will make you scared to go to sleep, hoe. That’s who I am. Worry about you and not the next bitch, and definitely not the one that’s holding me back, you fucking python-looking bitch. I could smell the fucking venom on you, bitch.”

I held Raven in the air, kicking and screaming.

Klarity thought the shit was funny. I should’ve let her loose to whip her ass, but we had other shit to do, and I had to get Raven home.

“You got a wild one, huh, Hellcat?” Calliope asked and laughed.

“And you got a snake, huh, Calliope?” He didn’t laugh at that. “And a scary one.”

They laughed at that statement, but Klarity didn’t.

“Look, I gotta get her home, and I’ll meet y’all at headquarters,” I spoke in code. I put a screaming Raven back in the car, and everybody took off in a different direction. Now, I was about to get in her shit.

Someone was out for blood, and they were coming for the family.

It was time we brought shit to the table so it could be handled.

I didn’t like this shit, and I didn’t see the niggas who started shooting first. The crowd was too thick for me to see where it was coming from, but bodies were dropping, and people were running for their lives.

We didn’t have beef with anyone, but it wouldn’t be hard to find out who they were.

I had connections, but I needed to get shit straight before I made any moves.

I was surprised by Raven. Her mouth was vicious, so I knew her hands were worse.

I carried her back to the car and put her inside.

I fixed her clothes and her hair, trying to calm her down.

“Don’t ask me shit that you ain’t ready for the answer to, Hellcat.” She put her hand to my face to shut me up. That didn’t stop shit because I had some shit to say before I dropped her ass off.

“Don’t put yo’ fucking hands in my face, first of all. All I was gonna say was that shit you did made my dick hard. You claiming a nigga already. I could fuck with it,” I told her, and she smiled.

“It’s just something about that bitch I don’t like.

I don’t know her, but the way she carries herself, I don’t trust her.

But give me some time, and I will find out.

Your brother shouldn’t trust her either, but that’s on him.

I ain’t like the way she was talking to you, so I had to step in because I ain’t letting you disrespect a woman. That’s what the fuck I’m here for.”

That shit made my black ass blush for real.

“So, you plan on sticking around for a while, huh? Are you still in school?” I asked, changing the subject.

“No, I been graduated with my master’s in accounting.

I’m good with numbers, but I decided to stay in the city because Memphis is boring, and I’m an only child.

I make my own money, and the nigga you heard me on the phone with was me breaking up with him because I was tired of him planning trips for us and never showing up.

He knows what’s up,” she said as I drove underground to the garage.

I got out and went around to open her door, then we walked to the elevator in silence. I felt her looking at me.

“Today was wild, but you stood on all ten ’bout me. I like that shit, but I know you have a soft side, and that’s what I need to see. I don’t need a Bonnie, I need a Raven,” I told her, breaking the silence.

“So, you never had a woman willing to stomp a bitch’s face behind you? Do you see how the fuck you look? I’d jump for mine every time.”

I didn’t know how to answer that. In high school, I beat niggas’ asses because of the way I looked, but females tended to like that shit. That was a story I would tell her at another time when I had an opportunity.

“How old is your young ass, anyway?” she told me out of the blue.

“What makes you think I’m young? We might be the same age,” I said.

“I have been watching you for a while, Hellcat, and your mannerisms give wild and free on top of young,” she said as we got to her floor. She pressed the stop button to prevent the doors from opening.

“I’m twenty-five, Raven. Now, what?” I told her, folding my arms across my chest.

“And I’m thirty-two. I knew I was older than yo’ ass, but it’s cool,” she said, backing me against the wall. Her eyes never left mine.

“There is a story in your eyes, Hellcat, that I know you want to tell me. In due time, I will listen, but you have to trust me first, and I get it.” She reached into my jean pocket for my phone and put her number in. She called her phone before putting it back in my pocket.

Raven backed me into the wall behind us and kissed my lips while pulling my dreads. I wrapped her in my arms as we made out like two teenagers. Tongue sliding, lips sucking the other. I wish I didn’t have to leave her. She stepped away and pressed the button for the doors to open.

“Use it when you need it. No matter what time of day or night, I’ll always be here,” she said, and the doors closed.

I was fucked up because her game was smooth like butter, but if she thought she would play with me, I would make her body parts smooth like butter.

I went back down to the garage and hopped in my Camaro because I was over the Spider. That motherfucker brought trouble. I reached for my phone and called Calliope to get his location.

“Nigga, I’m sitting in front of the door, and Grove is sitting in his shit. I ain’t going in there until you get here because you know Melph hates to say shit twice, so come on,” he said and disconnected the call.

I could only fucking imagine what the fuck this nigga was about to tell us if he called a meeting.