Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

“Nah, I took a woman yo’ bitch-made ass ain’t have no business in the same room with and moved her on up, nigga.” I adjusted Sophie as she stirred some, waking up. “Be respectful when speaking on the mother of my child ’cause it’s nothing for a nigga to take this Hermes leather off and put belt to yo’ ass like yo’ daddy should’ve.”

that’s why you need a fucking DNA test, nigga, then I suggest you leave the situation alone. You can simply get the fuck on with yo’ new baby and yo’ new bitch. I got Stazi and Sophie.” I spoke up, keeping shit real. “My woman was out of ya tax bracket anyway, nigga.” If he didn’t wanna believe Sophie was his, that was cool as fuck with me. I didn’t need him taking care of shit anyway.

“Now that you awake, we can talk man to man. Going forward, cease all contact with Anastazia. She not yours no more, and nothing she do is of any of yo’ fucking concern. If you decide to do what you want and go against what I’m telling you, I’m gon’ finish that little job that put you in this muthafucka.”

know Stazi. She may be entertaining you, but she not gon’ fuck with you, and she especially not gon’ fuck you.” Shrugging, I said, “I’m not really the type of nigga to kiss and tell, so I’ll let you come to yo’ own conclusions as to whether she fucking me or not. But what I do know and now you will, too, is that you never gon’ fuck her again.”

“Don’t call her. Don’t text her. Don’t hit her in the DM, none of that shit, or I’m gon’ get real reckless, my nigga, and a faux gangsta like you not ready to be on that type of time with a nigga like me. Wouldn’t even be fair.” I shrugged. “But I’ll still pull that hammer out on you, fair game or not. As far as Sophie, that’s my responsibility now, nigga. I’ll let you know if yo’ services are ever needed, but don’t hold ya fucking breath. Then sooner than later, the court gon’ say she mine too. Sophie St. Thomas sounds better rolling off the tongue than whatever the fuck yo’ last name is.”

“I could easily put you down right here. But if you wanna live and continue to raise ya baby with that thin-lip ass bitch you got waiting on you outside, I suggest you show some muthafuckin’ respect. You older, but I’m big dog, nigga. You a muthafuckin’ pup to me, cuz, and don’t make me remind me of you of that shit.”

“No.” She shook her head, peeking at Cedric a bit before turning and reaching for me. “Mean to Mommy.” She pointed at Cedric once I got her, sort of telling on him. You could hear a pin drop at Sophie’s revelation. I was surprised but not, considering how smart and observant she was, but I knew Anastazia would be horrified to know Sophie had understood her parents’ dynamic all along.

“Brunch, Sif?” Sophie inquired. “You hungry?” I asked Farrah. “You paying?” Laughing, I said, “Come on now. Ain’t no way you gon’ approve of me marrying ya daughter if I make you pay. And I don’t need you telling my mama, who gon’ tell my pops, who gon’ be on my ass,” I jested. She laughed as I pulled off into the street before saying, “That’s very true. Marriage, huh?” “Definitely.”

Putting my shit in park, I said yet another prayer before climbing out of the car. This talking to God shit that Anastazia put me on to was becoming my thing. For some reason, I thought you could only communicate through prayers. Never did I think about doing the shit randomly, just openly talking to him for reason or no reason at all. Made me think of when my father used to tell me and my brothers ‘Get you a woman that can show you some shit, and not just in the bedroom.’

I loved everything about being with Anastazia, but the downside in having a woman, one who paid attention to you, was she could see shit within ya expression. Not to mention, my woman, in particular, was nosy and would possibly wanna

Cause you mine, and that’s what I make money for, love, to spend on the people I love. I can’t take the shit with me when I go, and I don’t need all of it for one person. And the way you rode dick last night didn’t hurt either.”

“Yeah, that’s part of the game, baby. Only I can’t go a day without seeing you, hearing ya voice, touching you, being inside you, so I make shit happen. Step out earlier than needed so I can be done by a certain time and other small ass adjustments.”

“I like exclusive pussy, not that friendly shit.” “Oh yeah?” “Absolutely. I want you specifically, always. When my dick get hard, I immediately think about when I can get to you. Before, I would think about what bitch I would hit up to come relieve me.”

“Told myself if I got you or even got the chance to hit, I wasn’t using no condom, and I wasn’t pulling out.” “Asif.” “I swear on my life.” He chuckled a bit like he was recalling the memory. “And I ain’t even like that. If ain’t no condom present and she not down for using other holes, I’m not fucking.”

“Also said I wouldn’t fuck it up. You would never be available again for these muthafuckas.” “Still feel that way?” “I do, only more intense and shit. You come to Vegas, I might fuck around and marry you, real shit.”

We continued our conversation, talking about all kinds of things and laughing hard as hell, like usual, especially when Yolani told us that she felt like her voice had improved from deep throating her husband on a regular now. As crazy as that sounded, it kind of made sense. Though I couldn’t see how her voice could get any better.

I had peace to go home to, and that was something I could never fully thank Asif for. Sometimes you had to thank God for the simple things,

“I wanted to tell you face-to-face that you really do need to be proud like Yolani said. I was once in your shoes, and though I had started to form my own escape pre-Lequay, had I seen or heard about you back then, I might’ve acted on it sooner. True, I needed practice with the gun, but deep down, I was afraid, and I know a lot of women are.” “Don’t wanna miss,” I said, and she nodded exaggeratedly to show that was her exact thought. “’Cause if you miss, that nigga is gon’ kill you.” Taking my hands, she said, “So be proud and understand that you are a hero to a lot of women, even me. Despite the fact that I’m with a man who would never do that, I still admire you. And if he did, I would know what to do, okay?”

“I fucking love you, Stazi. Cum all over this dick, baby.” “I love you too.” I continued riding him before leaning down to kiss him as he used his hands on my ass to bounce me on his dick at the perfect pace. Perfect ending to a perfect night…

My intention coming in this bitch today was to remain cordial and keep shit cool, but I couldn’t. Not after knowing she ran off and created a whole new fucking family without even sending a message through pigeon to a nigga.

“Make you wanna play step daddy ASAP, huh?” “Already am, shit. Real daddy, actually. Get that nigga up out of here and away from my fucking family.”

“I don’t believe you. “That’s yo’ fucking problem, Milan, not listening to what the fuck I’m telling you. We not like that. I don’t feel that way about you, and I tell you that shit all the time, yet you hear what the fuck you wanna hear.”

“Is your loyalty pledged to Stazi?” “Absolutely.”

“And you better not say shit either. Try even a little bit to make Anastazia think I been fucking on you this whole time and I’m gon’ smoke you, Milan. That’s on everything I fucking love. I will dead you with no muthafuckin’ remorse if you make that woman doubt me.”

“I hate you, for real.” She shook her head. “I love you so much I fucking hate you, Asif!” she screamed. “You don’t give a fuck about me! You used me until you found another bitch, and that’s fucked up! You knew how I felt about you and you just⁠—” “I just what?” I stood. “Told you the fucking truth? Let you know every fucking chance I got that it was never gon’ be you? Suggested we stop fucking around because, despite yo’ words, I could see you were too fucking invested?” I frowned. “I kept shit real with you, Milan, to prevent this shit, to prevent you feeling like I played with yo’ emotions and shit, but again, you think what you want. You draw yo’ own fucking narrative. You don’t give a fuck about me being with Anastazia. You mad ’cause I won’t still fuck with you at the same time. No woman who love me would be willing to share me.”

You can’t make me stop fucking with her, and you know why? ’Cause it’s not you for me, love. When she told me to cut off my roster, I did that shit with no hesitation. The right woman ain’t gon’ have to make much of a fucking peep to get the right nigga to do what he s’posed to.”

“You think me and ya mama can make a baby as cute as you?” I asked her, setting her on the table as Anastazia chuckled. “Mmm, yes.” She nodded. “Cool. You might still be the cutest baby though, ’cause you hard to compete with.” I kissed her small hand as she smiled. “But you mine too, so I can be proud of that.” “Is she?” Anastazia smiled as she brought the plate of tacos to me and took Sophie so she’d be out the way. “She yours, so she mine.” I took a moment to pray, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Anastazia was surprised but pleasantly. “Next one gon’ be mine biologically, though, and the next three after that.”

“When all is said and done, you’d be down to change Sophie’s last name?” “I would, as long as mine is changed already too.”

“When shit first started between me and you, like before we had sex and shit, I was still fucking other women, Milan included.” “I know.” She nodded, tensing up some. “Yeah, but even sometimes while we texted and shit, I would be engaged in certain activities. Once while we talked on the phone, too, I was getting head,” I divulged. That time hadn’t been Milan’s ass. “What are you trying to tell me, Asif?” “That. What I just told you. I don’t want nobody surprising you with that shit or thinking they got some shit over you that you don’t know about.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you, and it would take way more than that to make me give this up. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but I really don’t care.”

“I don’t like her for our son.” “Well I do like her for him. You don’t like her because he loves her, and you can see it and you envious.” Prime hit the nail on the head. “He yo’ son, barely, not ya man.”

“You haven’t even asked about my life, Chianti.” “Because I don’t care, Nori. You wanna build something with Asif. Long as he okay with the shit, then cool. But we not about to be cool. My wife wouldn’t be comfortable with the shit, and frankly, I don’t desire to have any type of relationship with you. You came through here like a fucking hurricane, spewing shit that’s causing a rift between me and my fucking kid, all because you a jealous ass person. And I don’t want jealous muthafuckas in my life.”

“It’s Lisara St. Thomas, bitch,”

“Give me ya fucking hand, love,” Asif stated sternly when I moved from his attempt to hold my hand. Intertwining our fingers, he tugged me closer and bent down to whisper, “I get you mad, but you not gon’ be walking off all far where I can’t fucking see you. Even when you mean as fuck, I still love you, and I’ll turn Vegas the fuck out if some shit happen to you.”

“I don’t even know if I want an explanation,” I said as he sat on the coffee table to be right across from me yet close. “So you’d rather us just not talk about the shit and go on like ain’t nothing happen? I’m cool with that too. Either way, this incident ends with us still being together, baby.” “Oh, it does? You think I like you that much?” I laughed mirthlessly. “Nah, I think you love me, and you love a nigga because you know I wouldn’t bullshit you, and I mean well.” He stared at me with his fine ass, and I just sucked my teeth. “Also, you smart enough and mature enough not to write me off over a fucking text message with no context.”

I couldn’t help but to notice how calm he was in spite of the circumstances and even with me having an attitude. In fact, he was always like this with me, ready and willing to explain with a cool head. No matter how rude I was, Asif wouldn’t take the bait. I liked it.

“When did you stop fucking her?” “When you asked me to, baby. I would never fuck y’all both at the same time. I’m trying to build with you, baby, be yo’ nigga for life, and I can’t build shit on lies and distrust. I got trust issues myself, so I don’t ever wanna put the woman I love in a position to not take what I say as law.” “Fuck.” I groaned, digging into my eyes with my palms in angst. “I hate that I believe everything you say,” I admitted,

“You swear it can’t be yours?” I asked. “I swear. If it was, you’d leave?” “Depends on when it was conceived. If it was before us like you claim, then no, but if during, then yes. I would have to, as badly as I wouldn’t want to. You wouldn’t be the man I believe you are if it happened during,” I replied truthfully, shedding the tough bitch exterior I so badly wanted to keep hiding behind.

I swear to God I ain’t been with that woman since I been with you. A nigga haven’t thought about or even looked at another woman since you’ve given a nigga the privilege of you. And can’t nothing or no one make me look the other way.”

“I love you,” I said softly, still in his strong, warm embrace. “I love you too, baby. I ain’t never lied to you, and I wouldn’t start now.” Pulling back some to see my eyes, he said, “I apologize for not saying shit, but honestly, I ain’t see a point in mentioning some shit I didn’t even know was real. She ain’t even come with a positive test, just words.”

“I guess I’ve just always been the type of nigga who was able to get his point across without yelling and shit. Besides, I don’t shout at women, especially not one I love.”

“That pussy always sweet. Don’t ever let a day pass where I don’t get to taste that shit. You hear me?” He began working himself inside of me.

“Don’t ever let nobody come between this shit right here. You hear me?” He stroked me perfectly. “Yes,” I moaned obediently. “You feel good, love. Fuck.” He moaned before sucking my neck. “You gon’ cum for me again?” I didn’t reply as my frame shuddered underneath his. “I’ma make that pussy cum all night.”

“You brought me baby girl; now I want you to have my son,” he continued, slowing up his motions and digging deeper inside of me. “Yes?” “Yes,” I moaned to him and the upcoming explosion that wracked my body soon after.

Asif doesn’t play about Sophie.

Don’t let a horrible person make you a horrible person.

I wasn’t used to checking in, but it was a part of the game if I wanted to be in a relationship. Not to mention, if I saw Anastazia riding around with another nigga, period—I don’t give a fuck what it was for—there would be a murder. I had to give the same respect I wanted regardless of my intentions, which was some new shit I’d learned.

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” She shook her head repeatedly. “I don’t know how I could love somebody who treats me like this.” “I don’t do nothing to you, Milan,” I said dryly. “I ain’t never pretended with you. I always kept shit real and never made it seem like it was more than it was between us.”

“I admire that type of loyalty, but I definitely couldn’t have done it. I’m all for working on shit, and I’m always down to chase my woman if she feel like running, but that’s not the same. I can’t put my all into a relationship and stick around just for the fuck of it. Not unless I fucked our shit up, and she got the right to treat me like shit. Then go ’head, baby. Every time I get on my knees to beg, wipe ya fucking feet off on a nigga, and I’ll keep begging until I can’t.”

“You ever think maybe she did that shit, held you down, because she knew you’d feel indebted?” His eyes squinted as if he were thinking before he shrugged. “Shit, maybe she did. I never thought about it like that. I could’ve died though, so I don’t know.” “Yeah, but she would win either way. If you lived, you would always feel like you owed her some shit, and if you died, everything you owned would be left to the baby she had for you, which would essentially be her shit.”