Merci & Greyson, page 3
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
3
Luca Holland
Feeling like the man, I had a big ass smirk planted on my face as I texted Channel, Merci’s cousin.
I understood Merci wanted to protect them and all that good shit but look, I wanted what I wanted, and it was her. Yeah, she and her sister were twins, but it was just something about the spark in Channel’s eyes that captivated my ass. She looked like she was down for whatever, as to her sister that seemed a little bit more reserved.
Sending her one last text, I turned my car off and got out. As I walked, I turned my phone on silent then stuffed it into my pocket.
Once reaching the all-white door, I knocked a couple of times, then stuffed my hands in the pockets of my pants as I waited for an answer.
“Hey baby, I’ve missed you.” A chick named Apryl, who I had been knocking down for a while now, answered the door, looking like her usual self; good as fuck.
“What’s good.” I grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close to me, kissing her on her forehead.
I wasn’t into kissing on a bitch that wasn’t mine. There was no telling what the fuck Apryl was out here doing whenever I wasn’t around digging off in her guts.
After greeting her, I made my way into her little two-bedroom home and made myself comfortable.
“You hungry? You need me to cook for you?” she questioned as she tried to pull the thin cotton material shorts from out of her pussy.
“Nah, I’m good, and you can just pull them all the way off.” I eyed her shorts that could have passed for some damn panties.
Apryl was this bad lil’ chick that I had met one night in the club. She had this nice peanut butter skin tone and a banging ass body.
She had been on my damn nut sack the whole time I was in the club and I’m pretty sure it was because she knew of me. Most people did due to the fact that I hung with the hottest rapper out right now; my nigga Sawyer.
“We need to talk first.” She nervously moved from side to side.
I huffed because most times when bitches hit me with the, ‘we need to talk’ shit, it was usually followed by some bullshit.
“What’s good?” I looked at her.
Apryl twiddled with her fingers and began to look at everything but me. Her mouth was moving but there were no words coming out of the mothafucka. She was really bugging, and I didn’t come over here for all this. I wanted to get my dick wet, bust a good ass nut and then take my ass home and get some good ass sleep, but I see that wasn’t going to happen because I was about to bounce up out this bitch’s house.
“If you don’t spit that shit out soon, I’m going to bounce,” I let her know, getting annoyed.
She was making my nerves bad and had me wanting to go spark up a blunt and just jet out.
“I’m pregnant Luca,” she blurted out.
My eyes bucked, my heart stopped, and my head started spinning. Placing my hand on the top of my head, I began to check to see if I had a fever because it felt like my body began to get hot. I needed to go sit down because even a nigga’s legs felt like they were about to give out on me.
“You what?” I asked her again once I was sitting down on her sofa.
“I’m pregnant Luca,” she repeated lowly as she looked at me, I guess waiting for me to show some type of excitement.
“But how?” I questioned.
“The fuck you mean how Luca, we fucking right? How else do bitches get pregnant?” She folded her arms, tilted her weight more so on her left leg and rolled her eyes at me.
Breathing heavily, I sat back on the couch and looked up at her ceiling. I began to rack my damn brain on when the fuck I could have fucked her without a condom. I just knew I wasn’t that damn stupid, but I also knew my ass be fucked up off that Henny and plus that good ass dro I be smoking. There was no telling what my ass slipped up and did. Most times, I would wake up and couldn’t even remember how my damn night went.
“When did this shit happen?” I looked up at her and asked.
I was dead ass serious though. I wanted to know when the fuck I nutted in her and got her pregnant. I knew women kept track of that shit.
“Luca, what do you mean when the fuck it happened? I don’t know. I just know I missed my period and I took a pregnancy test today,” she spat, giving me attitude.
“Man whatever.” I ran my hand down my face.
I was no longer in the mood to fuck shit. I was about to bounce up out of here. Hearing that her ass was pregnant was definitely a buzz kill. I didn’t care if she sucked my dick while playing in her pussy, that shit still wouldn’t get my dick hard after the news she had just dropped on me.
I needed to go so I could down a bottle of something strong, take about ten blunts to the head and think about how I was going to handle this situation. The last thing I wanted was a baby. Especially by someone I had no feelings for. Apryl and I were just fuck buddies.
The feelings weren’t there. At least not for me, and plus I didn’t know who else she was out here fucking.
Fuck, I huffed as I rose to my feet and began to walk towards the door.
“Luca where are you going?” She followed behind me.
I ignored her and kept walking. Shit, where the fuck did she think I was going?
I was getting the fuck up out her house. She had fucked my head up with that pregnancy shit.
“Luca, I know you hear me.” Apryl grabbed me by the arm and I turned around and looked her up and down as if she disgusted me.
“What! I’m leaving. I need to get my mind right,” I let her know, which caused her to jump in front of me.
Apryl now had her hands on my chest as she stood her short ass in front of me. Apryl had to be about 5’2. She was so pretty, no lie, but she just wasn’t what I was looking for in a girl. Yeah, she was good enough to fuck, but that was it.
“Luca you can’t be serious right now. I just know you’re not about to handle this situation like this.” She pouted, but that didn’t faze me at all. All that lip poking out and giving me sad eyes and shit didn’t make me give a fuck.
“Man, Apryl I don’t know what you want me to say. I ain’t ready for no fucking kids. Let’s be honest. Why would you even want a kid by a nigga that you aren’t even in a relationship with?”
“Who says that we can’t get there?” She moved in closer to me as she slowly ran her fingers up and down my chest.
“Shit, me nigga! I know we ain’t gon’ ever get there.” I scrunched my face up and maneuvered around her so I could get the hell up out her house. She was talking some foreign shit right now and I wasn’t comprehending.
“Luca, I’m keeping my baby so don’t even think I’m getting rid of it,” she shouted.
Shaking my head, I quickly got in my car and headed home. I couldn’t believe after all this time of knocking bitches down, I fucked around and got one pregnant.
“So, you’re telling me your ass done slipped up and got a chick pregnant?” Grey sat on the couch inside of the studio next to me with this stupid ass grin on his face, like something was funny.
Before answering him, I took a long hit from the blunt. My mind had been in overdrive since Apryl told me that shit. Here it was two days later and I was still stressed out about it.
“Man, yes, and I feel sick to my fucking stomach,” I answered after exhaling a big cloud of smoke.
Cracking up laughing, Greyson shook his head at me.
“What the fuck is funny man? This is a life or death situation,” I replied, hitting the blunt again.
“Nigga, how the fuck is it life or death?” Sawyer butted in.
“Because if that bitch has the baby, she is going to suck all the fucking life out of me. Do it look like I’m ready to be somebody’s fucking father?” I expressed, still in disbelief.
Part of the reason that I wasn’t letting people in on, was that I didn’t know the first thing about being a father. Fuck, I never had one in my life to show me how to be one. All I had was my mother. All I knew was that my father couldn’t get his shit together, so my mother gave him the option to either lay off the drugs for his family or get the fuck out, and guess what? That nigga chose to get the fuck out.
It was fucked up, but I felt like my mother had done a damn good job raising me. I mean, look at me. I was a rich ass nigga, doing shit that most of these niggas only dreamed about. However, my world was starting to come crashing down now that this girl was hollering about she was pregnant.
“Chill man, a baby is not the end of the world. It’s a blessing,” this soft ass nigga Sawyer stated.
I swear, ever since that nigga met Brynlee, he had turned soft on us. But I was happy for my nigga. I just needed him to understand that I wasn’t him and hearing a female tell me she was pregnant by me, did not make my heart skip a beat. It didn’t have me wanting to celebrate or none of that shit. I was currently miserable as fuck.
“Fuck what you’re talking about,” I replied, causing Grey to burst out laughing at me.
“Nigga why the fuck is this shit so funny to you?” I looked at him upside his square ass head and he continued to laugh at me which caused Sawyer to chime in.
“Fuck the both of you niggas.” I laid back on the couch and continued to hit my blunt.
Sawyer threw his hands in the air as he walked into the recording booth, so that he could go back over a part in his new song.
Grey was still beside me, laughing and shit.
“Nigga are you and Merci good while you still laughing at my damn misery?”
That quickly wiped the smile he had on his face away. He was now sitting up straight and with a mug.
“Touched a soft spot.” I chuckled.
“Fuck you Luca, worry about that hoe you got pregnant.” He shoved me causing both of us to jump to our feet and square up.
“Oh, so you want to fight me but not the nigga that fucked with yo’ bitch?” I taunted him.
I already knew Grey wasn’t a pussy ass nigga but since he wanted to fuck with me about my situation, I was about to fuck with him. Deep down, I knew that nigga was probably calculating and waiting to take that nigga out of his misery.
Smirking, Grey rubbed his chin. “You already know ain’t shit pussy over here bitch.”
“Yeah ok, I hear you.” I turned my lips up.
“You let me worry about my issue. You just worry about that hoe you went and got pregnant. Yo’ ass really know she about to give you hell.” He walked past me and left out the studio.
I sat back down and began thinking about what he said. Apryl did seem like the type of bitch that turned into a bitter baby mama and caused nothing but straight hell and Lord knows, I would dead a bitch before I dealt with that shit.
Exhaling, I pulled my phone out and shot her a text. I knew it was fucked up on my part, but she had to get an abortion. I wasn’t about to be a daddy.
4
Greyson
Luca was my nigga, but he had me fucked up. That nigga was trying to take shots at me because he was in a fucked up situation. Luckily for him, I valued our friendship, or I would have knocked him on his ass.
For him to speak on the shit that Merci and I were going through rubbed me the wrong way. She had yet to fully open up to me and tell me about what all happened. I had to hear bits and pieces from Sawyer, and he didn’t even know.
He was only going off of what Brynlee had said. All I was trying to do was figure out what the fuck was going on.
Granted, I didn’t answer my phone but when I was trying to call her back, she didn’t answer me, which pissed me off.
She still hadn’t told me exactly what went down. She was so worried about me not getting into trouble and shit. I wasn’t worried about none of that when it came to her. Never would I ever let a nigga make it after disrespecting a woman that meant something to me.
That’s where I fucked up at when it came to my mother. Had I just knocked that nigga’s head off his shoulders the first time I found out about him abusing her, she would still be here.
Had my feelings been deeper for Merci whenever I had to whoop that nigga the last time, I would have killed him. She and I weren’t on that type of shit just yet but now that we were, and my feelings were as deep as a fucking ocean for her chocolate ass, there was no way in hell that I was going to let this nigga make it. I knew for a fact I was taking him off the map, so she was going to have to just deal with it.
Driving to my house in complete silence, I gathered my thoughts. I had to figure out how I was going to come at Merci and talk to her and see if we could get over this lil’ bullshit we were going through.
It had only been a couple of days since we had gotten into it and I had to keep it a G, I was missing her ass. I was missing being up in her tight ass pussy and lying next to her soft ass.
Fuck man, I thought as I exhaled. Picking up my phone, I dialed her number, but she didn’t answer my call. I had been trying to give her, her space while also giving myself space.
Pulling up to my place, I scrunched up my face at the person who was parked in my driveway. I thought that I had made myself clear when it came to her. She had fallen back, so I assumed she had gotten the memo.
I wasted no time parking my car. I needed her out my yard right now. The last thing I needed was for Merci to pull up and see Zella here. That would only add more chaos to our situation, and I didn’t need that.
Getting out of my car, I observed my surroundings as I approached her car. I yanked the door open to her car and mugged her.
“What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to talk to you,” she replied softly.
“Talk about what? Ain’t shit for us to talk about. I told you what the hell it was Zella,” I expressed to her.
“Come on Grey. Don’t act like that. I get it, we not getting back together, that’s cool but don’t act like we weren’t best friends. I miss my best friend,” she explained, lowering her eyes to the ground.
Zella was right which was why I couldn’t knock what she was saying. Granted, we were real cool before we got into a relationship.
We used to hang out all the time together, which was how we ended up in a relationship in the first place. But that quickly changed things between us because she became mad insecure and accusing me of shit that I wasn’t doing.
“Zella come on. You trippin’. You think that we are about to just be cool again? I don’t think my girl will appreciate that shit.” I rested my hands on the roof of the car and leaned over.
“Grey, seriously. I know how to respect boundaries. I just need someone to talk to. You know how shit can be for me,” she expressed, reminding me of the shit that she was going through.
See that was another thing people didn’t know. Before Zella and I got into a relationship, before we became really cool, she was battling depression and drug abuse. She had fallen into a deep depression after her mother killed herself.
We ended up connecting just off of the strength that we could relate to each other’s pain, by the loss of our mothers. I just dealt with my pain differently than she did.
To be honest, I really didn’t deal with it. I buried that shit inside of me and tried my hardest to put it in the back of my mind. Every now and again things like that punk ass nigga Merci knew, would remind me of the shit causing me to face it.
But Zella dealt with it differently; she took pills and shit for it. She ended up in a rehabilitation center for it and it helped her. I met her after all of that, but she had told me about it all.
“Zella come on. Do you really think that you can just be friends with me?” I asked her, because I didn’t see that shit happening.
Yeah, maybe if we hadn’t fucked up our friendship by fucking each other and dating; however, I didn’t see that shit working now and deep down, she knew it.
A part of me felt like she was using this shit to play me, because I did feel sorry for her.
“Yes, Grey. Do you think we can’t be friends?” She raised her brow as she stared at me.
“I get it. You got a girl. I can’t do nothing but respect that,” she confessed, and even though my gut was telling me not to fall for that shit, I did.
Zella had always used the best friend card to get back in good with me. This time that was not what made me break, it was knowing how hard it was to deal with your emotions whenever you were dealing with the death of a parent. That shit was hard as fuck. I still didn’t know how I was able to cope with it.
“Yeah ok, Zella. Any drama, then you know we gon’ have problems and for your sake, I hope you are smart enough not to be on no dumb shit,” I let her know.
She smiled widely and ran her fingers through her hair. I then finally noticed how good she was looking. See, nah, this shit wasn’t going to work. I was already fucking up.
Zella was sitting in her car, in some short ass shorts and a V-neck shirt that showed off her breasts. She had on no make-up and her hair was still in a short style, but she had colored it a different color. She was always prettier to me without all that extra make-up and she knew it. Which was probably why she came over here like that.
“Aight well, is everything good with you?” I asked.
“No, not really. I’ve been feeling like I want to relapse.” She paused.
“And you know I don’t have anybody to talk about this with besides you.” Her voice was a little shaky as bit the inside of her jaw.
“Man, come here,” I told her.
I backed up a little as Zella got out the car then stood in front of me.
I grabbed both of her arms. “Look, you know damn well you too good to go back to the person you were. You are stronger than that shit Zell. You gotta be stronger than that shit,” I expressed to her, and as I talked to her, tears began streaming down her face.
Bringing her in for a hug, I held her tightly and she wrapped her arms around me.
“Thank you Grey. You always know the right things to say.” She pulled away.
