Prelude 2 A Pimp

FADE 2 BLAQUE INK PRESENTS:

Prelude 2 a Pimp

By

BlaQue

Copyright © 2017 BlaQue

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Washington, DC

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to all the hardworking, independent authors making moves on their own. The literary industry would be nothing without us continuously grinding.

This book is also dedicated to BlaqueChic Eva Lee, Kim Fuqua, Sonja Cooks and the wonderful women of Sistas of Essence Book Club for always believing in me no matter weird I may get, and no matter how long I make them wait before I drop a book LOL! I love you ladies.

God Bless,

~BlaQue~

Prologue

The Birth

Nikki Pertucci lay on her full-size bed with her huge belly pointing to the ceiling. She was mesmerized by the sight of her unborn son flipping and tumbling in her overcrowded womb. She lightly traced the movements her son made as he did his daily workout with her finger. Nikki had become infatuated with being a mother and it was the only thing that seemed to bring her joy outside of letting her unborn child’s father slide between her pale, young thighs.

Nikki was a mere 14 years old and defiant as the days were long. Nikki was born to two loving Italian immigrants who wanted nothing but the best for their daughter. Christopher and Maggie Pertucci spoiled their daughter to no end and in return she gave them hell. They gave her no consequences for her wayward actions and in return she disrespected their authority to the upmost. Every rule Christopher and Maggie set in motion, Nikki disobeyed and just like the fiddle she played her parents for, they believed her foolishness and fuckery. There was nothing they would not forgive their child for. They blamed her behavior on everything but the real problem; them. When Nikki decided that she was no longer interested in attending school, she dropped out and went toe to toe with her mother as to why she didn’t believe an education would help her. Maggie was fed up with arguing with her daughter. She was disrespectful and unwilling to listen to authority, so Maggie allowed her to drop-out with no consequences to follow. Maggie Pertucci was tired of the back and forth with her daughter so she simply allowed her to do whatever she wanted to do just to keep the two of them from bumping heads with one another and making all of their lives miserable.

Christopher and Maggie had fled from the old country in hopes of making a better life for themselves. Unbeknownst to them, they were entering the United States with more than their travel documents. They had entered with child. Six months into their stay on U.S. soil they gave birth to their daughter Nicola’ Annabella Pertucci.

Christopher had one rule that he would never forgive his daughter for if she were to break it. He didn’t believe that their kind should mix with the likes of other races. Christopher didn’t think he was a racist. However, in the minds of all of the people in his small community in the heart of Delaware, he was the worst kind of racist. He was a racist in denial of his sin and for that; his daughter would bring him much pain and heartache as his punishment.

Not only did his daughter disobey every rule he and his wife set forth, Nikki was rude and most of all disrespectful. She ignored her father’s golden rule and hand-picked the biggest, blackest nigga in her neighborhood that she could find to fall in love and conceive her unborn son with. The worst part of it all was that Nikki had lied to her parents and told them she had found a job since she had dropped out of school, which was a complete lie. Nicola had cozied up to Tyrome Lopez-Brooks, the neighborhood thug by bloodline.

Rumors swirled all about their small town of the things Tyrome’s parents had done. His father Greg King Brooks was a known pimp and straight up savage. His mother Juanita Lopez was alleged to be his bottom bitch. The two of them had spawned one child Tyrome, who was the devil in human form.

Tyrome Lopez-Brooks was spoiled by his parents and raised to be a stone cold hustler and pimp barely making it through high school opting for a life of criminal activity like his mother and father instead. Water was far from educated, but figured his street smarts were enough to get him by. His teachers only let him graduate to get him out of their hair and hopefully out of their community for good.

Tyrome was exactly what Christopher Pertucci did not want for his daughter. Tyrome was nothing but a half breed with good hair like his whore mother and he was the color of midnight like his pimp father. In Christopher’s opinion he was nothing but a mixed up, wet back, nigger that he hoped his daughter would avoid at all costs. Unfortunately for the Pertucci’s, their beloved menace Nikki had not only disobeyed them by dating Tyrome, she had also wound up pregnant by him too.

Nikki was afraid that her parents would kick her out of the comforts of their home if she told them who had really fathered her baby. So instead she lied. She pinned the pregnancy on a fictitious man who didn’t even exist. She told her mother that she had gotten knocked up by a good ole God-fearing, Italian boy from her school that Maggie had never heard of again after her daughter had told her she was with child. Maggie speculated if her daughter had told her the truth about the father of her child and decided that she would go along with the lie to sooth her own conscious.

Nikki never mentioned anything else about who her baby daddy was and she already knew she would refuse to answer any questions about who it was to her parents if questioned. She knew they would find out soon enough that she had lied. There would be no lie she could tell when her son came screaming into the world with skin the color of midnight like his father’s and a hellions personality to match.

Nikki continued to lazily lie on the bed attempting to beat the oppressive, mid-summer heat. It had been going on one week since she had seen her baby daddy Tyrome. Normally young couples clung to one another at the last stages of pregnancy, but that was not how Tyrome wanted things at all. He didn’t want any parts of Nikki unless she was busting her pink, pussy wide open for him. He wasn’t interested her in the least bit; no matter what he’d told Nikki. He would say just about anything to continue fucking her and she would continue giving up her goodies to him as long as he stuck what she thought, was their relationship out to the end. Tyrome’s disappearing acts were something Nikki had grown used to over the past nine months. Being young, dumb and full of cum, she really believed that when their son was born, things between them would change. She believed that her baby daddy really loved her.

As soon as Nikki’s thoughts drifted to her son’s father, a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen causing her to clutch the sides of her stomach. She took in short, ragged breathes and attempted to sit up. Nikki had no idea she was in the beginning stages of labor. Being young, defiant and ignorant to anything other than pleasing herself, she elected to not take the prenatal classes her mother had not only encouraged her to go to, Maggie paid the fourteen hundred dollars for the prenatal classes and Lamaze classes too and her ingrate for a daughter refused to attend either of them. Nikki found chasing after Tyrome was much more important than some dumb class on how to have a baby. Nikki figured it was all just like the movies. She would breathe, push, scream a little bit and then her son would be born.

Had Nikki gone to her classes or at least half-assed listened to her mother, she would have known this was the real deal and that nothing she was feeling inside her womb was typical. This was no Braxton Hicks toying with her emotions. She was in full fledge labor and there was nothing false about it. It was time for her prince to be born.

Nikki eased over to the side of the bed as the first of the contractions subsided. Her first thought was to call her mother, but decided against it. She didn’t want to be lectured by Maggie right now. After a few moments had passed she thought the worst of whatever had happened was over. She sat stark still on the edge of the bed and pulled in tiny puffs of air into her lungs. She started counting to ten and when she got to five she felt her abdomen tighten like someone had reached inside of her body and squeezed every moving part inside of her with all their might. The pain was so unbearable she had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from screaming out. This pain was followed by the eerily familiar pain she had felt only a few short moments before. This time it was more intensified and it was as if she could see the pain in living color. She slammed her eyes shut and all she could picture beneath her eyelids was horrifying hues of red and orange flash behind her lids. This time the pain seemed to last longer than it had before and she knew she’d better call Maggie to her rescue. Nikki was now afraid that she could be losing her precious baby boy and she was willing to hear her mother lecture her if only she made the pain stop and reassure what she was feeling was natural to set her young mind at ease. Nikki had the sinking feeling that nothing about the pain she was feeling was normal at all.

Nikki fixed her mouth to call for her mother and nothing came but the sensation to urinate. She eased off of the bed and half walked, half limped into the hallway toward the bathroom, whimpering the entire way with her hands between her legs as she waddled along the hallway. As soon as she crossed the threshold of the bathroom, a gush of funky liquid that seemed never-ending, flowed from between her thighs. This time there was no doubt in Nikki’s young mind that something was very wrong and she screamed for her mother. Nikki limped over to the toilet, threw up the seat and sat down. It was the only thing she could think to do besides call for her mother to save her from whatever was happening to her.

As soon as her bottom hit the seat she felt the overwhelming urge to defecate. Oh my god. Maggie please come here. Something’s wrong. Please help me! Nikki screamed out in pain and agony. Her eyes darted from the puddle in the floor that reminded her of snot with traces of blood, to the door that seemed so far away.

Maggie heard her daughter screaming from upstairs and rushed out of the kitchen and hit the stairs two at a time and out of breath, to see what was wrong with Nicola’. Maggie first checked Nikki’s room and did not see her daughter. She frantically ran to the hallway and called Nikki’s name. Nikki where are you honey? I’m here baby, just tell me where you are, Maggie begged, hoping her daughter would respond. She could hear grunts coming from behind the bathroom door and feared the absolute worst. A million crazy scenarios ran through her mind all at once. She bolted down the hallway and pushed the door open and saw her child hunched down on the toilet with pain etched upon her face.

Nikki grunted and moaned inaudible words in her mother’s direction. It all became crystal clear what was happening and Maggie jumped into action. Nikki was in labor and judging from the slimy liquid on the floor, they didn’t have much time to get to the hospital.

Nicola’ come, now! We must go to the hospital, her mother demanded in her broken English. She tried desperately to pull her daughter from the toilet stool, but Nikki refused to budge.

Nikki felt like that if she just pushed a little harder she could use the bathroom and then the pain would stop on its own. Nikki gripped the sides of the toilet stool and bore down as hard as she could. Maggie stood in complete horror and shock as her daughter proceeded to give birth to her grandson in the toilet.

No, no Nicola’. You cannot have the bambino here. We must go to the doctors. I’ll call the doctor and ambulance to come get you! Please hold on, her mother pleaded. She made the sign of the cross and asked for the powers that be to remain by her side and aid her in keeping a level head in assisting her daughter. Most of all, she prayed they would spare her grandson’s life. Maggie knew her daughter hadn’t done the right thing the entire pregnancy and she hoped her daughter’s neglectful behavior would not harm her grandbaby.

Maggie spewed a few words in Italian and darted from the bathroom to her bedroom to find the phone. She was so nervous her stubby fingers could barely press 9-1-1. She steadied her hand and was finally able to press the right buttons on the cordless phone and pressed the receiver to her ear with trembling hands.

In her best English she attempted to explain to the operator that she believed her daughter’s water had broken and that she needed them to send an ambulance right away. After confirming her address as best as she could, Maggie was about to hang up the phone when Nikki’s screams pierced the air and bounced off of the bathroom walls.

Arggghhh! Momma! Please help me! Nikki screamed, as she pushed one last time and her son plopped out of her torn vagina and into the toilet with a loud thud followed by a splash. Nikki pulled herself from the toilet and writhed in pain on the cold, hard bathroom floor. She mustered up enough strength to peer over the edge of the toilet and saw her son, with the umbilical cord still attached to both she and the baby was wrapped around her son’s neck.

Maggie burst into the bathroom for a second time and couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She stepped over Nikki and saw the brown baby struggling to breathe with the spongy flesh wrapped around his throat and jumped into action quickly.

She grabbed her husband’s razor from the shelf over top of the toilet and quickly separated mother and child. She scooped the baby from the toilet and unwrapped the cord from his neck and stared at the baby in disbelief. She was full of mixed emotions. In one moment she wanted to flush the half breed down the toilet and another part of her wanted to protect him from his lying, treacherous mother. She fought back and forth with her feelings and decided that she had no choice but to love her grandson because he was a part of her too. She also knew she might be his only chance of some normalcy. His mother certainly couldn’t provide that for him with her wild ways and disobedience.

Before Maggie could figure out her next move, she looked down at her feet and remembered Nikki still needed some medical attention as well. Her daughter lay in a crimson pool of blood on the bathroom floor with the after-birth hanging from between her