Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

“I’m gon’ stop fucking her and anybody else,” he finally said after a while, clearing his throat. “But you make sure ain’t no niggas in ya face, Anastazia.” “Niggas aren’t in my face. I don’t even go anywhere.” “Chef Greg’s muthafuckin’ ass almost took a bullet tonight, though.”

“I knew you was cool.” He then lowered his voice to say, “You know if you don’t like me ya mama won’t like me. So you can’t be doing a nigga like that when he come through.”

“I used to do shit to try to make him laugh and smile, then I’d ask if he was good and he’d tell me yeah. One day the nigga asked me why I always wanted to know if he was good, and I made some shit up, not wanting him to know my angle.”

“I knew I had to make sure she stayed around. That’s all I wanted was for her and my pops to stay in each other’s lives. I didn’t give a fuck what it cost. She made me happy and him? Yeah, she couldn’t go nowhere.”

I’d always dated men who were older than me, never even my same age, but none of them possessed the demeanor or even the mindset Asif had even well into their thirties. I’d never met a man I felt like could teach me things, and I assumed it was because I was smart in my own right, having gone through years of schooling, but I realized it was because of the type of men I’d dealt with.

I’ll do whatever for you and baby girl back there,” he stated, and I nodded, leaning up to kiss him. “Even though she stole my Crayons like Deebo and ain’t thank me.”

“I feel good when I’m with you. I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing but you make me forget about the predicament I’m in,” I admitted. A smile formed on his perfect lips before he said, “I feel good when I’m with you too. You make a nigga think about corny shit like putting up a Christmas tree, family dinners, and all them cuffin’ season activities.”

“I like that I can trust you, love. I don’t feel that way ’bout too many people, especially women unrelated to me, but you different. You care a lot about the people in yo’ life and will put ya neck on the line to make sure they good. Ain’t too many muthafuckas genuine and loyal like that. Even though you used to looking out for everybody you fuck with, that ain’t what I’m here for. I want ya loyalty, of course, but I want you to put ya feet up for once. Relax and let a nigga put his neck on the line for you. You understand?”

“Always. I don’t forge real relationships on anything but loyalty. You the only woman a nigga ever wanted to be loyal to.”

Initially, I wasn’t gon’ cut Milan off. I was just gon’ stop fucking with her, but I realized Milan was too on a nigga for that. She would do shit like this—pop up on me and act like all was well—if I tried to just ghost her. Therefore, I had to sit her down and actually tell her what the fuck was up to get the results I wanted, which was for her to move the fuck on.

“I don’t like them other bitches your brothers are with, too stuck-up and for no reason. I got a few homegirls that could snatch their husbands and have them looking like whodunit and why?” She giggled. “That’s crazy because Yolani should be the stuck-up one, not them hos. They don’t have as big of a following as she does anyway, so I wouldn’t dare give them none of my shit to⁠—”

“I explained to you that I met somebody I fuck with on some real shit, and if I want it to go the distance, I can’t be messing with other females.”

“Watch ya fucking mouth, and you know her name.”

“You knew from day one that this shit was a possibility. I been told you I wasn’t looking for nothing serious. I never promised you shit, love. On top of that, I been explained to you why you could never be my girl, and not only did you continue to do the shit, you acted like you fucking understood. I also told you if I met a woman I wanted, I would have to axe you. You said cool. I then told you when Anastazia gave me word, I was gon’ let you know and end our shit and again you acted like you comprehended that shit. So why you acting like this is mystifying to me.”

“Lower ya voice and talk like you got some sense, Milan. You either gon’ speak like an adult, or we not gon’ continue this conversation that don’t even

“You love me, but you vie for attention from other niggas? You love me, but you go to my family functions and start shit with my sisters-in-law? I could go on all fucking day, Milan. You don’t love me. You love how it sounds coming out of ya mouth when you tell bitches you fuck with me. You like all the eyes and parted mouths staring in yo’ direction when you in a nigga’s lap. “I’m sorry you fell in love, I am, but I kept shit real with you, and I won’t feel bad for doing exactly what I told you I was gon’ do.”

Banks walked by, coming in from dance rehearsal with her homegirl. “Hey, Low-Low.” Free nodded to say what’s up. “What I tell you ’bout that nickname?” Low smirked as Cemone, Lequay, and Shakur walked up. “Well, I think it’s cute, and I’m gonna keep calling you that.” Banks smiled widely as my brothers and I watched the whole interaction go down.

So I knew he would be irate at the thought of her making heart eyes at a twenty-one year old man and a dope boy at that. Shit, I would too. Only reason I was chill was because I knew Low and didn’t believe he’d cross a nigga like that. At least I hoped he wouldn’t, ’cause I’d kill him.

Cemone’s face was still balled up. Turning to Low, he said, “Aye, don’t let Banks get you into some shit, nigga.” “I ain’t even on that, cuz.” Low shook his head as he looked at Cemone. The latter eyed him for a moment, Lequay and Shakur doing the same, like they didn’t believe him.

“I’m twenty-one and she seventeen. I ain’t no pedophile.”

“Y’all, chill out. Ain’t no fucking way I’d let that shit happen. Low’ll be in the ground before he and Banks can become cool,” I let them know. “I know you’ll handle it,” Lequay said. “How the fuck he get a nickname already then?” Shakur quizzed, clearly still bothered. “Because that’s how Banks is. She out there and extroverted. But I can promise you that nigga ain’t spent no time with her. I’m gon’ keep it a buck though. She like him, it’s obvious, but you ain’t gotta worry about Low. Banks ain’t worth his life and his livelihood.”

“Nigga, fuck you. Ain’t about being scared, it’s about respect. I got respect for Asif and his people, so I wasn’t about to get into it over some shit I’m not doing. Plus, I get it. If I had a little sister, I’d be the same way.”

“I bet not ever hear you speak on Banks like that again, cuz, or I swear to God, it’s gon’ be yo’ last.”

Banks St. Thomas ain’t gon’ ever be on the fucking table for jokes. That goes for both you niggas.”

I pulled up into the parking lot of Randy’s Donuts off Manchester,

I got to the medical room where pretty ass Anastazia was, I felt like shit wasn’t so bad. It was crazy she had that effect on a nigga. Being around Anastazia gave you the same fucking feeling you got when you just had a good ass day and knew when you got home, yo’ favorite movie was waiting for you to be watched. A reminder that life was straight, and shit wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t ever underestimate how the fuck I move, Grady. Once more was all it would’ve taken for me to let you kill yo’-fucking-self. “Now you got a few days to present to me who shot at me. I don’t give a fuck how long it takes you, nigga. You bring that muthafucka to me at five days and one minute, and you dead. You don’t bring me shit, you dead. You can run and you can hide, nigga, but I’m gon’ find you. I’m gon’ catch you, and until I do, you won’t ever be able to live normally.”

I felt cold metal pressed to my temple, and he tightened his grip on my throat. He’d pulled his gun out so quickly I didn’t even see it. “Come by here trying to entice me again and they gon’ be outlining you with that white chalk, love. I’m trying to be cool. Trying to be a gentleman like I was raised to be, but you gon’ make a nigga get outta character real fucking quick. Don’t do that, I beg you. You don’t know that side of me, baby. You used to dick between ya lips, not a nine, but I can switch up real promptly if you need that.”

“You don’t want me, but your dick was hard! Get a new bitch that can actually fuck you right!” “Baby, I’m a man. My dick be hard just ’cause it’s Tuesday. Don’t flatter yaself.” He plummeted my self-esteem as he gave me his back, swaggering back inside of his building. Not only was I pissed he dissed me yet again, but now, here I was, horny as hell.

“Yes. He’s always been single, let him tell it, but he was always still mine. It was like this unspoken thing.”

“She’s like twenty-nine or thirty, I don’t know. You know that man has mommy issues…” I slipped up, pausing for a second out of regret. Clearing my throat, I continued. “And with me being only a year older, I guess that wasn’t old enough for him.” “Mommy issues, huh?” Jalia chimed in. “Y’all, forget I said that shit. I didn’t mean to say it. Do not go around telling people he got mommy issues, aight?”

“Sit yo’ ass down, be quiet, and experience being taken care of, aight? That’s all I want you to do. Today, I want you to do what the fuck you want to and in peace,” he explained. “I’m wealthy, yes, but I can also take care of yo’ hardheaded ass in other ways. So let a nigga do shit for you when you need it or even when you don’t, aight?”

“You wanna clean up and I watch her, or vice versa?” I was taken aback and… turned on. “Umm, you watch her. Even the cleanest niggas aren’t clean enough.”

I noticed he discreetly pocketed the tiny pieces.

“Whatever you wanna do, just tell me. I don’t think I could tell you no for anything,” he said.

I’m trying my best to put this shit to you without sounding like a muthafuckin’ neanderthal, but that’s for my eyes only. I don’t want other niggas, people, dogs, nobody seeing you like that. And I know if I been eyeing ya pussy print all day, other niggas will, too, and then if I see it, I gotta turn up. I don’t wanna have to do that.”

“You got a nigga about to shoot over pussy I ain’t even been in.” He held the door open for me as I chuckled, leading Sophie out.

“Sit down,” I instructed, and he gave me no argument, his behind taking up residence in the plush chair of his massive bedroom.

“Aye!” He pulled me off him, using my hair. “Who you belong to?” “You,” I replied, taking him back into my mouth.

“Fuck, Stazi. This better be the only dick you ever sucked like this,” he moaned out sexily, big hand intertwined in my hair. “Oh, fuck.”

Asif was so sexy, and his personality was just the cherry on top. He was fine enough to be an asshole and still hit.

“You got it, baby,” he said, feeling my legs shake against his head as I cried out. “Mmm, fuck. Okay.” I pushed at him, wondering if I would black out, and I had to have some dick before that, or I would never forgive myself.

“Just me and you.” He spoke against my lips, pressing the head of himself into me. “This yo’ dick.”

“Who this pussy belong to?” he questioned, sucking my bottom lip as he pushed more of himself into me, making my legs quake from the feeling. “Fuck, you tight, love. Mmm.” He was right; this was his, and I trusted Asif and everything he told me to where I wasn’t gonna protest any further. So as he sunk into me fully, breaking me open, I didn’t stop him. “Oh my gosh,” I cooed softly, completely filled.

“It’s yours,” I whimpered, feeling him plunge completely inside of me again as he kept my hands pinned. Who knew he still had dick to give? “All this shit mine. Don’t no other nigga belong here.” He pounded me slowly, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth. “You got that water, baby, shit.” He grumbled lowly, speeding up slightly. “Go ’head, love, do it,” he told me, clearly feeling me throb around him as I started to cum while he ran his tongue over my foot.

Letting me relax my legs some, he sat up, keeping my thighs pressed into my body as he stared between us, watching himself hammer me. “Shit. All this for me, huh?” He growled lowly, speeding up his thrusts, and he held my hips, lifting them slightly off the bed. He touched a part inside of me that I didn’t know was there, making me jerk and cum all over him again.

“Shit, I wanna nut in you so fucking bad, baby,” he growled against my mouth, moaning so sexily I wished I could record to hear it again later. I didn’t know what came over me, maybe the Asif effect, but I said, “Do it.” “Do what?” he queried, and though he knew what I meant, I realized Asif liked to hear nasty shit. “Nut in me, please,” I begged through a moan as my body jerked under him from exploding. “Fuck,” he called out, giving me a few more very hard pumps before he stilled inside of me.

“You know we in a relationship, don’t you?” Laughing, I said, “You nut in women you’re not in a relationship with?” “Plead the fifth.” “Asif. Ugh.” “Nah, not vaginally. You the first.”

I just wanna make sure you understand that now that you don’ gave it to me, it’s mine, and so are you. Meaning I’m ready to pop a nigga for even thinking about it.”

“I need you to stay the night.” “I can get shit for the baby to stay, too, whenever you want. I want both of y’all to kick it here. I don’t like when you take yo’ ass home, and I don’t like being so fucking separate. You ain’t gotta move in, but sleep here sometimes.”