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Trip and a bunch of other niggas were outside playing football, riding bicycles, shooting dice, or trying to mess with the girls who were outside playing too. It didn’t take long for me to befriend Trip along with the other niggas that he was surrounded by. About five minutes after meeting him, we started up a football game right in the middle of the road. It was about thirty of us outside, and football wasn’t even my sport because I liked to box. Boxing was my thing.
I remember when she walked up in the middle of the game. Back then, I had long braids that my ole girl used to style for me, and I’ve always been handsome, so I was used to getting that female attention. I knew I wasn’t ugly or no shit like that, but when I saw Jashae for the first time, it’s like I just knew that I couldn’t have her. Mind you, that was before I even knew that she was Trip’s girlfriend.
She walked over in the middle of the football game yelling at Trip, telling him to come here, and he did. I mean, right in the middle of the fuckin’ game, stopped what he was doing to go and see what she wanted. I had to admit that if a woman that damn fine came over yelling at me to come here, I would have gone running too.
I remember what Jashae had on that day. It was a hot ass summer, so she was wearing some little ass jean shorts with a red and blue Guess shirt, and she had red sandals on her feet. Jashae had some long, pretty hair that everybody thought was weave. I don’t know if somebody might have done her hair that morning, but I just remember her long hair hanging down her back, and once I got a little closer to her, I was weak for those light brown eyes of hers. Even though I had a nice pair of eyes on me, her shits stood out even more because she had that chocolate skin with those light brown eyes.
When I saw her, I immediately thought of chocolate, which is why I’d given her the nickname Choc.
I wasn’t a messy person, so once I knew that Jashae belonged to Trip, I didn’t pursue her. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t secretly crushing on her, though. Luckily, boxing kept me busy, so she didn’t have to rent too much space in my mind. I was a sophomore at the time, and boxing was my life. I ate, slept, and drank that shit.
My boxing coach, Coach Rick, had given me the nickname Miami. He was from NY with a thick ass NY accent. Upon meeting me, he could hear my Miami slang, so he instantly started calling me Miami. That name just stuck. I took it with me outside of the ring, and before I knew it, everyone started calling me Miami. People rarely called me Toddrick. When my ole girl was alive, she was like the only one to call me Toddrick. I miss the fuck out of that lady.
Cancer had done my ole girl dirty and took her out of my life. That was a death that I still wasn’t over with till this day. Talk about a mother’s love. When I started boxing, she was always there. I cannot remember a time when my ole girl wasn’t at a match. My boxing matches to her were like national holidays. She would put her request in at work weeks in advance just so she could watch me.
When I moved away for college, wherever I was fighting, she and my ole boy were loading up the truck and driving to watch me box. The moment I became a professional boxer and received my first check, I did something for them that I had been telling them I would do the moment I told myself that boxing is what I wanted to make as a career. I made them both quit their jobs, and I bought them a beautiful house right in Miami. To be able to do some shit like that and take care of my parents was some shit that I couldn’t even put in words.
As a child, you’ll really never be able to pay your parents back for giving you life, so you basically just do whatever you can to try and pay them back. I boxed professionally for eleven years. At thirty-three, I held my ole girl’s hand while she was in the hospital bed, and I sat there and watched her take her last breath. I knew right then that it was over for me. I wouldn’t be able to box the same.
I started doing this shit when I was twelve years old, and each time I looked up, I would always see her face right there in the stands. Literally, a month after I buried my ole girl, I get a text from Tahira, which was a little shorty that I was fuckin’ in LA, telling me that she was going into labor with my baby. For nine fuckin’ months, shorty hid a whole pregnancy from me. People like Choc thought that I didn’t post shit about my baby mama while she was pregnant because I was hiding it, but truthfully, I didn’t know.
Tahira was a cool chick, had a good ass job at a law firm, owned her own property, but we just didn’t match. It was too much fuckin’ arguing when it came to shorty. I remember the drive down to the hospital. I knew that it was a possibility that the baby could have been mine because I didn’t always strap up with her, but I’ll admit that the main reason I’d gone down to the hospital that day was to prove that the baby wasn’t mine. I was still fresh off of losing my ole girl, so I wasn’t in the position to be a daddy.
Shitttt, those hazel eyes on my baby girl and the fact that she had my whole face knocked out any accusations that I could make about her not belonging to me. Since then, Tahira and I have just been on our co-parenting shit. I wasn’t boxing anymore, but I wanted to do something that would keep me busy, so that’s when I made the trip back to Miami and started opening the rec centers.
I had my hands in a lot of shit. The biggest thing that I was working on now is opening up a high school in Miami, that focuses on sports. I had all this fuckin’ money and success, and I wasn’t sharing the shit with nobody. I took care of my ole boy, letting him know that he never in his fuckin’ life had to pick up a mop and clean for nobody else a d
ay in his life, my daughter was straight, her kids, kids, kids would be straight, and my baby mama worked because she wanted to not because she had to.
Felt like every other night, I was meeting a new bitch at either a club, bar, or restaurant, and I was getting a hotel, just for us to fuck in. Now that I was back in Miami, around people that I knew and grew up with, I felt like I was getting nonstop pussy. They knew that I was Miami the boxer and they knew that I had money so the bitch’s pussy would get a different type of wet when it came to me. I would bring some beautiful looking women who looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine home with me, but after I got that nut out of my system, they couldn’t seem to hold my attention. This fast life of getting to dive in new pussy every night was good and all, but at the end of the night, when I left that hotel and went back home, the shit had me feeling lonely as hell. That’s why I was able to preach that shit on Choc tonight and let her know that she was missing out because I damn sure knew that I was missing out.
Choc was that one, man. Beautiful, hardworking, a bomb ass mother. When she loved, she loved hard. I could tell by the way she was giving her love to a nigga who wasn’t even deserving of it. She was that woman who my ole girl would say that I needed to settle down with a good woman so I could give her some grandchildren.
It was a little bit after 11:00 P.M., and instead of going back home, I decided to head to the club. My cousin Jabari had texted me when I’d left Jashae’s place that he was at The Office, which was a strip club here in Miami and let me know that it was some fine bitches in attendance tonight. I didn’t even care for the bitches tonight. I could just use some good music, a good drank, and just kick it with my fam for a few before I turned it in for the rest of the night.
It took me about twenty minutes to get to the club, and once I was there, I parked my car up front like I owned this bitch. I was cool with the owner and the security that was working the door. Plus, I was in this bitch about a good three days out of the week, so I felt like I could park it there.
“Miami! Miami! Miami!”
The women, even the niggas, were yelling my name as I got out of my car and jogged up the steps, skipping the long line of people that were waiting to get inside.
“Ohhh, shit! The money man is in the building tonight. You about to pay for a couple of 613 wigs, rent, car notes, all that shit that these bitches need,” the head security guard, Freddy, joked when he saw me.
I laughed with him, dapped him up, and in a few seconds, I was inside. Right when I walked in, I smell the thick scent of weed in the building. I saw the fine bitches on stage dancing with nothing on, and I felt right at home. I went up front and changed a lot of my big bills for smaller bills so I could have money to throw on the strippers. I supported the naked hustle. Hell, half of these women were doing this shit to feed their kids anyway, so if I could help out with that, I did.
Once I had about fifteen stacks of ones, fives, tens, and twenties, I headed to the back where Jabari was. I spotted him in his own little section with two fine, thick ass snow bunnies in his lap. I was wild when it came to these bitches, but Jabari was a different type of wild ass nigga. I would usually only take one woman home with me, where he would leave with two, sometimes maybe even three. I’ll admit that I wouldn’t mind lying in bed and watching a bitch eat another bitch’s pussy, but threesomes didn’t get me off as much as one on one sex did. It wasn’t because I didn’t have stamina because I could fuck all night, but I was good with just busting down one shorty.
“There go my boy! You want one of these?” he asked, slapping both of the girls on their asses.
“Hell nah! I’m a chocolate man. You know I like my chocolate shorties,” I called out over the loud music.
I could tell that the women who were dancing on Jabari didn’t like my comment because they nastily rolled their eyes at me. I laughed, not giving a fuck if I made them feel some type of way. I loved dark bitches; point, blank, period.
“Where you coming from?” he asked once I took a seat next to him.
“I went and saw Jashae and Vonte,” I let him know, and he laughed while shaking his head.
“That’s why you screaming out you a chocolate man. Everybody knows that Jashae ass is like the fuckin’ president of the pretty chocolate bitches. I haven’t seen shorty in years, with her fine ass. How she looking?” Jabari asked.
