A Little More Sin Page 2

  ''I'll see you later tonight, 'Mara,'' Sin said and kissed her.

  After they left Sin grabbed his hygiene stuff and went down the hall to the shower. When he was done he put on the new blue Rocawear Jeans, the white and brown Rocawear T-shirt, and the brown Tims.

  The morning nurse came in. She was a top-notch Asian chick with a black girl’s attitude. Her name was Lei Woo. "Man, what you think you're doing?" she asked.

  "I'm about to shake the spot," Sin said as he brushed his hair.

  "Who said you was leaving? You a doctor now?" she asked.

  "I would be if I could work on you!" he said.

  "That shit was original! You gots way too many baby mamas for me, baby," she said with her hands on her hips and her neck weaving from side to side.

  "You sure you ain't black? Because your body, the way you talk, and the way you carry yourself screams out 'black woman'," Sin said.

  Lei looked like the actress Kelly Hu, but with a body and lips like the video girl, Karrin Steffans, AKA Super Head. Every time she came in Sin was at her.

  "I'm trying to wife you and make you my baby mama," he said.

  "That ain't gon' happen," she said as she switched out the room.

  Lei and the doctor came back ten minutes later. The doctor tried to talk Sin out of checking himself out, but Sin wasn't having it.

  When Yvette came back, she and Sin left. Once in Yvette’s Camaro Sin pulled his phone out and called Shaunté.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Where you at?"

  "At home."

  "Meet me at my house at 3," he said and hung up. "Go by 4-6 so I can get some bomb," he told Yvette.

  When Yvette pulled up at Teesa's, Sin called her and told her to bring an ounce of kush down. Teesa and Sha came out of her apartment and up to the car.

  "Sin, I tried to get this dog-ass nigga to bring me to see you. Are you okay?" Teesa asked.

  "Yeah, I'm good. Cuzzo, what's up with that loot?" Sin asked.

  "Everything is straight. Where you want me to bring it to?" Sha asked.

  "I'll call and tell you later," he said. He gave Teesa 400 for the ounce and then they left. After getting Sin's prescription filled they went to his house.

  Yvette left at 12 to go back home to Reno. Sha and Shaunté both came at three.

  "Cuzzo, I need you to keep handling this shit for me. I'm sending 'Tay back to Reno to stay with her sister," Sin said.

  "I don't want to go back out there. It ain't nothing to do in boring ass Reno," she said.

  "I ain't about to argue with you. You going and that's that."

  After Sha and Shaunté left, Sin pulled his phone out and called Malika.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Malika, come get me. I'm at home."

  "I thought you were going to be in the hospital another week."

  "I got tired of sitting there. I feel fine."

  Malika went off on him. She said he was stupid for not taking his health serious.

  "Don't come. I'll drive over there. I don't want to sit up in the car and listen to you talk that shit all the way to Dublin anyway," he said and hung up. Sin snatched up his medicine and the weed, went to the garage, got in the SS Impala and went to Dublin.

  As he was driving on the freeway he thought about how close he came to being killed. He pulled out his phone and called Anita.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "What up?" he asked.

  "Hey you! I was just thinking about you," she said.

  "Can I see you later? We got some business to take care of."

  "Oh, so you ain't scared no more?" she asked and laughed.

  "First of all, I ain't scared of the loving. Second, I just didn't want to dick-whip you," Sin said and laughed.

  "Well I'll be home tonight at about 10. So make sure the dick-whipper got energizer batteries in it!" she said. They talked for a little while longer and then got off of the phone.

  Sin pulled into Malika's driveway and parked next to her Tahoe. He got out of the car and his leg started hurting. Malika opened the door as he limped up the walkway. He walked in and Malika started in on him.

  "Sin, you need to stop this shit! The next time you might not be so lucky," she said.

  "Malika, I ain't in the mood right now. Will you make me something to eat?" he asked.

  Malika sucked her teeth and went to the kitchen. She didn't speak to Sin for almost the rest of the day.

  At 9:00 Sin was dressed in a gray Phat Farm jean outfit and black Timberland boots.

  "You coming back?" Malika asked

  "Yeah, I'll be back," he said and left.

  Sin put the Blackstreet CD in the car and went to the cut, Before I Let You Go. Once he got out of Malika's neighborhood he turned the music up and hit the freeway to Berkeley. He decided to pass Déja's house on the way to Anita's since he had thirty minutes to burn. The whole time he was enroute to Berkeley he was in his mirrors. Sin wasn't going to be caught slipping again. He gripped the MP5 with his right hand and felt a little better.

  As Sin was passing by Déja's he saw Shaunté's Lexus. What the fuck? When I talked to this bitch at eight she said she was already headed to Reno, Sin thought. He busted a U-turn and saw Lisa's Acura and a motorcycle parked out front. He pulled his phone out and called 'Tay's phone as he pulled up to Lisa's car.

  "Hello?" Shaunté answered with the sounds of 112 in the background.

  "Where you at, baby?" Sin asked.

  "I'm almost there."

  "You should have been there!" he snapped.

  "I got hungry, damn! Why the fuck you giving me the third degree?" she asked.

  "Man, fuck you!" he said and hung up.

  "Damn!" Shaunté yelled and threw her phone on the couch.

  "Who was that, Sin?" Déja asked.

  "Yeah, and he tripping," she said.

  Lisa looked at Shaunté and shook her head. This bitch is stupid, she thought. Lisa was in her feelings about something else. She and the guy there with Shaunté, Chris, used to be a couple. She left him alone because he was too soft on her. Shaunté was out of line for messing with him though. They had a rule. None of them would fuck each other's boyfriends, husbands, or exes, and Shaunté was violating the rule. Lisa really didn't give a fuck, but it was wrong.

  "Lisa, I ain't trying to go there with you," Shaunté said.

  "You just don't care, do you? This bitch-ass nigga ain't worth what you going to fuck off!" Lisa said.

  "Lisa, why you always popping slick when you see me?" Chris asked.

  "Nigga, because you a bitch! Shaunté outta pocket for fucking behind me anyway!" Lisa yelled.

  "Now I see. This is about me messing with your ex! Lisa, I know you ain't still carrying feelings for Chris," Shaunté said.

  "Bitch, please. I dumped this punk because he was too soft for me. I want a man that's going to check me when I'm outta pocket. This nigga sees me at the club talking to another nigga, and don't say shit. It ain't about this bum-ass nigga. It's about a pact we made in 5th grade. We swore to each other that we would never go behind each other. Me, you, and Déja," Lisa said angrily.

  "She's right, 'Tay. You foul for that," Déja said.

  "Man, that shit was in elementary school," Shaunté said.

  "You remember you said that," Lisa said.

  "What's that suppose to mean?" Shaunté asked. Lisa didn't answer her.

  "Anyway, I told Chris to come over here so I could tell him that me and him can't see each other no more. He says he accepts that and that's it," Shaunté said as they heard a car alarm going off.

  Déja looked out the window and saw Shaunté's lights flashing. "That's your car!" she said.

  Shaunté got up and grabbed her keys and went to the door. When she walked out she saw Sin sitting on the rail to the right. Shaunté got scared.

  "Why you lie?" he asked.

  She pushed the button on her key ring and looked back in the house. Sin had already heard the conversation through an open wi
ndow. He got up and started walking to the door and Shaunté grabbed his arm.

  "Wait!" she said.

  He snatched his arm away and went in. The first person to see him was Déja. Oh shit! she thought. Chris was sitting in the chair like he was the coolest thing next to freeze pops. Chris was 6-1 and weighed 235. He had long black braids, gray eyes, and light skin.

  "Sin!" Lisa said in surprise as she was coming out of the kitchen.

  "Potna, you fucking with my bitch?" Sin asked.

  "Why she gotta be a bitch?" Chris asked as he stood up.

  Sin looked at Shaunté and asked while pointing toward Chris, "This what you creeping for?"

  "Sin, prior to three weeks ago we weren't together. I started seeing him when you brought that bitch to my block. The only reason he's here is because I told him I could not see him any more."

  "So this sucka is the reason that you said you would think about marrying me?" he asked.

  Shaunté started crying genuine tears. She knew she fucked up. "Baby, please don't do this. I swear I love you and would never trade you for anything!" she pleaded.

  "Shaunté, first of all you lied! Second, I don't know if that’s my baby or this sucka's," he said.

  Shaunté stopped crying and looked at Sin. "Muthafucka, you about to piss me off! Don't question my baby's legitimacy. I didn't fuck this nigga without a rubber! I ain't fucked nobody bare back in the last two years," she said.

  "Shaunté, fuck you! Fuck this hoe-ass nigga, and fuck you, Déja for letting these muthafuckas kick it in your joint!" Sin said.

  Chris started toward Sin. Lisa stood and pointed her gun at him. "Nigga, sit your fake ass down!" she said.

  "Sin, get the fuck outta my house. You ain't going to come at me like that in my shit!" Déja yelled.

  "Aww, bitch, you just mad because you ain't fucking her," he said.

  "Nigga, who said I haven't fucked her?" she asked.

  "Déja, don't be playing with him like that. You know God damn well that me and you ain't did shit," Shaunté said.

  ''I'm gone. You silly muthafuckas deserve each other. Lisa, call me tomorrow," Sin said.

  "Baby, wait!" Shaunté pleaded and grabbed his arm. Sin looked down at her hand then back at her face and she didn't budge. "You going to hear me out, or you gonna have to kick my ass, but you going to listen to me one way or another," she said. He walked out and she followed.

  "Sin, I swear on our baby that I didn't come over here to fuck with him. I invited him over here to tell him that I was getting married, and that he had to stop calling me. I only fucked with him a few times, Daddy. I love you and I want to marry you!" she said.

  "I'll think about it," he said as he walked away and went and got in the SS.

  As Sin was pulling off his phone rang. He looked at the number and saw it was Anita's.

  "What up?" he answered as he drove off.

  "Where are you?” she asked.

  "I'll be there in a minute," he said and hung up.

  Sin came back around the corner where Déja lived and saw Shaunté and Chris arguing. "Take your ass on where I told you to go," Sin said as he got out the car pointing his 9mm at Chris. Shaunté got in her Lexus and left.

  "Nigga, you stood up in the house for what reason?" Sin asked.

  "Sin, fuck that hoe-ass nigga. He ain't worth it," Lisa said as she was getting in her car.

  "Get this shit away from my house!" Déja yelled.

  Sin let one round off just over her head causing her to duck.

  "Nigga, it's the muthafuckin' Mad Circle!" Sin said and got in his car and left.

  Chapter Three

  Unfinished Business

  Sin pulled up at Anita's house and saw her in the window. He hid the MP5 under the seat of the car and got out. When he got to the stairs, Anita opened the door. He smiled. "Yeah, God is good to me," he said as he walked up into her personal space.

  "Yes he is," she said as she untied the sash to her gray satin robe and shrugged it off. She then reached around him and locked the door and set the alarm.

  "So, tell me, Sin. Are you worth me giving my body to?" she asked as she stood before him naked.

  "Baby, I can show you better than I can tell you."

  "Ain't no second chances. If you mess up your shot and don't live up to all this shit you talking, that's on you," she said.

  "Let me get in the shower then I'll show you it ain't talk at all," he said.

  "Follow me."

  Sin was kinda disappointed that the house was dark and that he couldn't see all that ass. Anita led him to her candle-lit bedroom and took his shirt off. She then went to the bathroom and set the temperature on the shower and came back in and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. She pushed him back onto the bed and took off his shoes, socks, pants and boxers and laid them neatly on the chair. "I don't know what it is about you that has me wanting you so bad," she said as her gaze traveled down his body and lingered on his dick.

  "You know," he said as he pulled her to him and tongued her.

  "I think it's part looks and part personality. I also think you're a sweet person, but you're also dangerous. You're basically the type of man a girl could fall in love with," she said sincerely.

  Sin had to cease those fantasies. He was really going to marry Shaunté, and when that happened, he was going to be faithful. "Unh unh, boo! I'm the wrong nigga to fall in love with. You need to fall in love with a cat that can bring a stable lifestyle to the table. I've been in way too much trouble. You need a black yuppie. That type of cat would compliment your life perfectly."

  "Fuck all that, Sin. I like bad boys. I hate high-sadity, spoiled, sheltered muthafuckas. I want a man that has been around.''

  Anita walked him into the bathroom. "You ain't getting in with me?" he asked. "I'll be waiting for you in the bed," she said and turned and walked away, ass jiggling.

  Damn!, Sin thought as he got in the shower.

  Anita's phone rang. She reached over and answered without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

  "Man, what's up with you? I been trying to see you so we could talk," the guy said.

  Anita was really not trying to talk to her "friend with benefits", Nick. He was trying to see her that night, but she and Sin had already made plans to see each other. She told him when they talked earlier she was busy. Nick threw a tantrum. Anita reminded him that they were just fuck buddies and he didn't have the right to trip like that. She then reminded him that he was married.

  "Look, I told you that I was busy. You making me not want to ever speak to you again. Nigga, you got a wife and three kids. Why don't you get on their nerves and get off mine!" she said.

  Anita didn't hear Sin walk up behind her.

  "Fuck you, bitch!" Nick yelled. Just then Sin kissed Anita's neck.

  "Fuck me? Yeah, nigga I'll be getting fucked, but it won't be by your short-dick-having-ass!" she said and hung up.

  "Man trouble?" Sin asked.

  "This shit is over. That nigga got a wife. Harass her, not me," she said.

  They went back to Anita's bedroom and Sin took the robe off of her. She took his towel off and laid back on her bed. Sin kissed her foot, ankle, calf, behind her knee, and licked between her thighs. He wasn't about to give her head because this wasn't that type of party, this time. He went to her stomach and then to her titties. The whole time that Sin had his mouth on her she was letting out little cries and light moans.

  Anita gave it like she got it. She kissed Sin from the top of his bald head to his feet and back. She kissed the tip of his dick. "I'm really tempted, but it's too soon," she said.

  She straddled him and reached under her pillow and grabbed a Trojan. She looked down at his dick. "This may not fit," she said. She rolled it on him all the way to the serial numbers and lowered herself down. "Oooh, baby!" she moaned.

  If Sin thought he was going to put in all the work, he was wrong. Anita rode him hard. She had complete control until he flipped her over and started hitting it from
the back.

  Anita was screaming so hard Sin thought the neighbors would come knocking. When he put her on her back she threw the pussy. Sin thought he heard something. He stopped in mid-stroke. Sure enough, someone was banging on the front door.

  "Don't stop!" Anita screamed as she was near a major orgasm.

  Sin looked at her and frowned. He got up and went in the bathroom and took the rubber off and threw it in the toilet. He washed himself off and walked back in the bedroom, dick rock-hard.

  "Sin, you don't have to go," she said.

  "Anita, I know you in there!" someone yelled.

  Sin shook his head and got dressed. He was mad as hell. He could have been out banging the back out of anyone, but he was there fucking a chick that had some bomb pussy and a jealous lover at the front door.

  Anita got up and put her robe on. "Maybe you should go out the back door. Nick can be crazy sometimes," she said. Sin looked at her as if she had lost her mind.

  Sin went to the front door and opened it. The dude saw him, and just as Sin hoped he would, he tried to throw a haymaker. The average dude would have run if they didn't have a pistol or nice hands. Nick was 6-2 and weighed in at 264, and was an ugly muthafucka.

  Sin ducked and the punch missed him. He came back with a kidney punch that made Nick go to his knees. "Nigga, your problem’s with this woman, not me. You ain't got no win with me," Sin said and looked at Anita crazy and left.

  Sin decided to go back to Malika's so he could go buy some more stuff for his daughter in the morning. He lit his blunt as he got on 80. His phone rang. "What up?" he asked.

  "When are you coming?" Malika asked.

  "I'm on my way."

  "I'll run a bath for you," she said.

  "Nah, I just took a shower."

  "I'll be in the living room waiting for you and the door will be unlocked."

  "Okay," he said and hung up. Sin had a flashback of when they were together when they were younger. When they had their apartment, Malika used to stay up waiting for Sin to come home so they could go to bed together. Most times she'd fall asleep on the couch.

  As Sin was going over the interchange where he veered off 880 to 238, which connected to 580, his phone rang again. He looked at the number and saw Anita's. He let it go to voice mail. His phone rang again. It was Shaunté's sister, Destiny's number. "What up?" he asked.