As Long As I'm The Only One

by Chenell Parker

“I hate condoms. It don’t make no sense to get pussy if you can’t feel the real thing.” Murk frowned.

Five fucking kids later and you still ain’t learned your lesson.” “I love my kids, but their mamas can choke on a dick and die, especially Christie,” Murk fumed.

“The fuck you getting mad for nigga? You got a big ass house arrest bracelet on your ankle, so you can’t go far anyway,” RJ remined him. “Fuck this bracelet. I can strap this shit on Killa and be on the next flight out,” Murk said, referring to his Rottweiler.

“Baby girl, I’ve been running from the police since I was ten years old. I can sprint better than the average track star.

“Dog, you can’t be that dumb. Kassidy be damn near drooling at the mouth when she’s around you. Bitch ain’t want to give me the pussy, but I bet she serve it to you on fine China.”

“I know he hurt you, baby, but don’t deny him a chance to be in his child’s life. Low down bastard got two of my grandbabies pregnant. I’m still trying to see what y’all saw in his ugly misfit ass,” her grandmother fussed.

“He’s so fucking stupid. What did I ever see in his crooked leg ass?” Marlee frowned. “I don’t know honey, but you made up for it with your baby daddy,” Sierra laughed. “Bitch, stop acting like you’re into men before I tell my sister,” Marlee joked.

“Let his fat ass go Jerry. I bet I slice him up like a watermelon if he even tries to put his hands on me,” Marlee swore as she flipped her box cutter open.

I don’t give a fuck about a bitch and her smile. She don’t even have to have teeth and I’ll still hit it,” Murk said, making his cousin laugh.

“Man, your pops is a fucking pimp. He don’t even try to lie about the shit either. Nigga be telling his wife that he’ll see her in a few days, so he can go spend time with his girlfriend. I love that nigga,” Murk said excitedly.

Mat walked over to her and delivered a punch so vicious, Cara went down to the ground and never got back up.

“Oh shit! Mat got them money Mayweather hands!” Murk yelled as he fell out laughing.

“I told you, nigga! You thought it was a game, but I told you!” Murk yelled. “I know man, but I can’t help it,” RJ replied. “That pregnant pussy got you gone,” Murk laughed.

She would gladly be his woman if he wanted her to, as long as she was the only one.

It was so bad that his dick didn’t even get hard anymore. It just laid there like a big log of ground meat.

“What’s up fam?” Murk asked when he answered the phone. “You were right bruh. My dick broke down like a fifty-seven Chevy,” RJ sighed into the phone.

Marlee was not like most women and she was headstrong. Unless his father planned to teach him voodoo, he didn’t see how he was going to get her to come around.

Pregnant or not, she would have laid Aspen the fuck out right there in Ivy’s living room.

“That nigga is lying Desi. He probably killed his wife and wants somebody to help him raise his baby. Fuck him,” Murk said, waving her off.

But, on God, Desi, the minute you shed one tear over this fuck boy, it’s lights out for his ass. He gon’ be laid up right next to his wife that he killed,” Murk warned.

“You and your pops are some savages with that honesty shit. I’ll lie to a bitch in a heartbeat. Nigga be shedding tears and all, just to make her believe me,” Murk laughed.

If I can lie under oath, another bitch don’t stand a chance,” Murk noted.

“Take your gun in there with you, nigga. Don’t trust her ass. I like Aspen and all, but she looks like one of them Fatal Attraction bitches,” Murk said.

Once Murk found out that Desmond owned a bails bonds company, he was ready for Desi to marry him. That was like music to his ears as much as he went to jail.

“Here comes your future stalker RJ. I got my gun on me if you need it,” Murk said when they saw Kassidy walking over to them.

“I bet your mama was my mama’s bitch while they were in jail. My mama look like she had them hoes when she was locked up,” Murk said while looking at Desi.

“You can’t be fighting people while you’re pregnant Marlee. That shit ain’t a good look,”

“I love you too.” Marlee smiled and blushed. “But as soon as I drop this load and heal up, your best friend gon’ get these hands.”

“Please let her go so she can do it. I’ll forget everything that I was ever taught about never hitting a woman and knock her the fuck out,” RJ threatened.

You can just add her name to my list, right next to your bestie’s name,” Marlee replied. “What list?” RJ questioned. “The list of bitches who gon’ catch these hands after I have my son,” Marlee replied, making him laugh.

“This nigga is off his shit cuz. Look at him. Muthafucka standing there looking like Cuba Gooding when he played Radio,” Murk said as he gripped his gun.

That nigga is possessed. I might need a silver bullet to take him out!” Murk yelled.

Nothing unites muthafuckas better than having a mutual enemy,” RJ smirked while shaking his head.

“Do you want me to be a single father Marlee? I can put that pillow over your face and make it happen,” RJ threatened.

“That’s me all day bruh,” Tyson said, making Jerry almost swerve off the road. That nigga had to be legally blind for him to think that Marlee’s son looked anything like him.

“The fuck is you feeding my nephew? He looks like a stuffed animal sitting in that car seat,” Mat joked.

Just like Tyson had done Craig not too long ago, RJ had knocked him out cold. “Oh shit!” Murk yelled, just as he’d done when Mat knocked Cara out in Atlanta.

“Overreacting is how niggas get caught. Be at the police station falling out when somebody die, and they be the one who killed them.

“I guess you can add her name to the beat down list too. I gave Aspen and Kassidy a pass since they’ve been behaving, but your sister can get it,” Marlee warned.

“I hate using condoms. Why can’t they make a pill for men? I’ll make sure I pop them bitches every day and never miss a dose,” Murk swore.

“I guess I need to add your pappy to my beat down list. That nigga better not come to our wedding on no bullshit,” RJ spoke up.

“I’m the boss here and at home and you better remember that. Don’t forget who signs your paychecks,” RJ joked. “And don’t forget who you’re gonna be begging for some pussy when we’re off the clock,” Marlee countered.

“Yeah, I love the bitch. The fact that she’s on baby number three says a lot. I don’t usually double back like that,” Murk admitted.