Marcellos
Marcellos had to bond his younger brother, Fred, out of jail Saturday afternoon before he was able to even get ready to head out to Triggamane’s party. To top it off, his brother insisted that he get him in too. All kinds of girls that he had been with over the last few months had been trying to get him to get them in as well, and all the fussing was starting to bother him. He bumped into Katrina again earlier that day at the mall, where he was looking for something to wear to the big paty, and she had the boy with her. Marcellos spent most of the time trying to determine if he could see any resemblance between him and the boy…eyes, nose, ears, anything, but he couldn’t readily place one.
“That doesn’t mean anything Marcellos,” Katrina said somewhat defensively. “I know plently of people who didn’t start to look like their parents until they got older, and he’s not even two yet! Plus, he already act like you. He just gets his way whenever he wants with the lil stunts he be pullin’. He wouldn’t even let me pick him up the other day ‘cause he call himself being mad, and it worked.”
Everything Katrina was saying sounded good, but Marcellos wasn’t really going for it. He wanted hard proof before he even considered investing himself in any kind of way with the boy or Katrina. He had enough other things going on around him.
“Are you goin’ to be at the party for Triggamane tonight?” Katrina asked him.
He wondered why she was trying to get in his business like that, when the only thing he’d showed her so far was that he was only interesed in finding out whether or not the boy was actually his son.
“Why you need to know?” he responded in a short manner.
“I’m not about to ask you to get me in, so you can keep the attitude Marcellos,” Katrina said returning his smartness with her own. “My friend is getting me in, so I don’t need you for that. I was just asking. So don’t be surprised if you bump into me.”
“Do you Katrina. I wouldn’t be bothered one way or another.”
Katrina’s phone rang and she pulled it from her large purse. She looked at the screen, but didn’t answer, letting the phone ring for a minute before it finally stopped.
“You ducking yo’ nigga?” Marcellos aked.
“You don’t want me in yo’ business, so don’t get in mine,” she retorted. “As a matter of fact this a new phone and you don’t got the number to it. Let me see yo’ phone so I can put my new number in.”
Without really thinking Marcellos reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. When he reached over to hand it to Katrina she handed him the boy, who had grabbed on to him before he had a chance to react. He looked down into the boy’s face, who reached for his face as he laughed and giggled for no apparent reason. Marcellos felt much more comfortable with the boy than he thought he would have. It felt like it was natural, which was very surprising since he wasn’t big on picking up and holding other people’s children at all and that included his own nieces and nephews.
Marcellos began to think back to how he and Katina had met again, and a few of their better times together. They had once talked about children, but had never gotten around to really trying to have one. He wondered what it would have been like if they would have stayed together and had a child, and would things have ended up differently. The boy tugged at his chain and Marcellos couldn’t help but to smile.
“Just like yo’ damn momma, all on a nigga chain,” he said to the toddler.
“I heard that Marcellos,” Katrina said drawing his attention back to her. “And it was not funny.”
“Yes it was, wasn’t it lil mane,” Marcellos said jokingly to the boy, who actually nodded his head.
“Ya’ll are so damn cute together,” Katrina said and she used her phone to take a picture of the two together.
“Ai’ight Katrina. Don’t let me see no shit on Instagram or somewhere, talkin’ ‘bout this my baby,” Marcellos said quickly, knowing something as simple as picture like that could stir up all types of rumors and drama.
“This just for us, and don’t act like somebody ain’t tried to put a baby on you before. But unlike them, this one is actually yours Marcellos, so save the drama for all them other borads. You need to have my baby on yo’ Instagram anyway, he’ll help you sell more records. We’ll call him Baby Chainz.”
Marcellos couldn’t help but laugh. He had always enjoyed Katrina’s sense of humor, and time hadn’t changed that much.
“Whatever ‘ol crazy ass girl. For real though, we need to get together and get this DNA thang done as soon as possible, cause if this my son I want to spend time with him as much as I can.”
“You can spend time with him while you waiting to find out the answer to a question you already know the answer to. You just don’t want to see pass what happened with us, which isn’t fair to him.”
For some reason, a twinge of guilt passed through Marcellos because there was at least some truth to her accusing words. It would be somewhat hard to spend a lot of time around her with their history, but he would have to for the sake of his child, if it was his.
“We’ll worry ‘bout spending time once I know something. We can get one of those home DNA kits, and get that part out the way. From there we can figure everything else out.”
Katrina became hesitant as she tried to think of something, anything that could divert him from a test so soon. She could see that Marcellos just holding Kaylin was having an effect on him, and if she could put them in a few more situations like that then maybe she could get a test put off indefinitely.
“I don’t know why you trippin’, but just call me sometime, and I’ll ty to meet up with you or let you come by my place,” Katrina said.
“Where do you live anyway?” Marcellos asked since it was something that he wanted to know.
“I was over to my momma’s house, but I just moved into my own place. I’m still in the process of getting some furniture though . You ought to come by and check it out, make sure it’s up to the standards yo’ child should be in.”
“If you got yo’ own place it’s okay anyway ‘cause I know where you will and won’t live. But anyway how you paying yo’ bills? You and ol’ boy still got ties?”
Katrina paused again because there wasn’t a direct answer to that question. She and Yayo still talked and sometimes they fucked, but they weren’t together at the moment, though he sometimes acted like they were. The main reason she still put up with him was because he still provided for her since he was under the impression that Kaylin was his son and hadn’t asked for a DNA test. He was so far under her spell when they first got together that he never even though that it could be anyones but his, and she let him believe so. Yayo had never known about her dating Marcellos and she played on that, and so far she had been lucky enough to keep the charade up and the money coming. She had to admit to herself that a part of her truly want to know who had fathered her only child.
“I wasn’t just sitting on my ass when I was in Atlanta, remember I use to date a hustler, and I picked up some game. So I took advantage of some opportunites that came my way and stacked up some cash of my own.”
The truth was she had managed to put away some of the money that Yayo had been giving her since she knew one day the record sales would slow down, and if she was still around and he fell apart, she would be able to carry on. Even though Yayo wasn’t exactly broke yet, he wasn’t at his high point, and his records definitely weren’t selling like before. She had about seventy thousand put to the side in addition to what Yayo still kicked out every now and then.
“I’ve been thinking about starting some type of business to keep enough money coming in for Kalyin and me to be comfortable,” Katrina lied, just saying something she thought would sound good, and because she had learned something about men. They were much more willing to give to a woman when they thought they didn’t depend on them than otherwise. She had seen it in her relationship with the man she was with before Marcellos and others.
“I probably need to find a job though to keep the money up before I go through too much of it. You know anybody with a good job they need filled?” Katrina said.
Marcellos looked at her sideways. “Katrina, what the hell can you do? I can’t think of nothing other than you being able to cook just a bit, unless you tryin’ to put that hurricane Katrina up for sale. Shit I might have to get some of that myself, but mine got to be on the house at least once,” he joked.
“You got me messed up Marcellos,” Katrina said and playfully hit him in the arm. “I ain’t never been no straight up ho, and I ain’t ‘bout to start. Talkin’ bout some hurricane Katrina. If I did sale it couldn’t nobody afford me. Then if they could, they’d all go crazy fighting each other and all types of stuff, and I don’t need all that drama right now.”
For some reason Marcellos zoomed in on Katrina’s lips, and he actually wouldn’t have minded having a shot of what he knew she did so well. He then realized that the whole time they had been talking he’d held Kaylin. To someone passing they looked like they were all together as one big happy family, joking and spending time together. He knew he needed to leave soon, before Katrina pulled something and he ended up back at her place, and who knew what would happen from there.
“Aye, I gotta get my clothes or whatever so I can roll out,” he said.
He tried to hand Kaylin back to his mother, but the boy clung to him.
“Come on baby, let’s go get some French fries,” Katrina said trying to coax the boy back into her arms. She looked Marcellos in the eyes the whole him hoping that it was having an emotional pull on him that she could play on. “He know where he supposed to be Marcellos, that’s why he acting like that. Come on baby, let’s go. We’ll see Marcellos again.”
The boy finally let go and went over to his mother.
“Wave bye-bye, baby,” Katrina said to the boy as Marcellos began to turn away.
When Marcellos watched the child wave another twinge of guilt passed through him, though he wan’t exactly sure why this time. He walked through the mall and got everthing he wanted and left, and then he went over to pick up his brother, where he got ready and headed out to the party.
The parking lot was packed just as Marcellos expected it to be, but there were parking spaces reserved for M’Famous artists and executives. He went inside with his brother, where they met up with Triggamane and other label mates in the back of the club, after they pushed through all the cameras and questions.
“Where Smoke at? I know he aint’ missing this live ass party,” Marcellos asked Triggamne.
“Lover boy over at the bar with a nice lil piece of work. He been over there for a minute too. I guess he trying to get her home and she ain’t making it easy,” Triggamane replied. “You know we just like to chase sometimes, make it a lil betta when you get the prize between the thighs.”
Marcellos sat down with the crew, and began to knock down shots and get lap dances with the rest of his partners. One of the girls got extra live and took one of the three M’Famous Ent. Chains from around C-Note’s neck.
“Ya’ll want me to put on for M’Famous?” the girl asked rhetorically, and then got completely undressed. She climbed on top of the table and began to dance to the song playing which happened to be one of C-Note and Smoke’s . She had the body of a stripper in her prime with no stomach and ass and hips for days. She twerked and popped like she was trying to win an award, and everyone who could see was completely occupied by her performance. All cameras were also on her to record the show. Near the end of the song she did a move that really drove the crowd wild. She dropped down on one of the beer bottles that was on the table until it disappeared completely inside of her, and the men began to rain dollars down on her for the show. Applause erupted for the girl as she stepped down from the table and casually put her clothes back on before taking a bow. She returned C-Note’s chain, and then melted into the still mesmerized crowd with her new notoriety.
Marcellos wanted to at least speak to Smoke before the CEO took off with the girl he was with. On his way over to the bar he once again ran into Katrina, who looked as good tonight as he had ever seen before. She was wearing a leopard print catsuit that showed off every curve of her sexy body, and left little to the imagination. She smiled at Marcellos when she caught him staring at her.
“Do I still look good?” she asked once they met up. She even turned around to give him a glimpse of her full voluptuous ass, which had only gotten bigger since she’d had the baby. He wasn’t the only one looking either, because he noticed several men who quickly snapped pictures of her shapely body.
“You ai’ight, but don’t get the big head cause I said so,” Marcellos responded. “Where’s Kaylin?”
Katrina was so excited that he was asking about the baby that she smiled, but she didn’t want to seem too exuberant.
“He’s over to my momma’s house. She asked about you too, you know she always did like you.
“Just tell her to turn on her TV and she’ll see how I’m doin,” Marcellos responded boastfully.
“Whatever, Mr. Big Shot. I want to talk to you about something. Can we go somewhere real quick?”
Marcellos instantly became suspicious of her intentions, but he didn’t let on. He decided he would see what she was up to and if it had anything to do with anything other that a DNA test she would be playing herself.
“I’on know what you up to, but let me holla at my partna over here at the bar, then we can find somewhere, to talk,” he said emphasizing the last word.
“Cool, I’m gon’ get me a couple of shots anyway, so I won’t be too far away. Just come down whenever you finish, and don’t yo’ ass forget about me either.”
After he went over and spent a few minutes talking with Smoke and the woman with him, Marcellos walked down to the place at the bar where Katrina was. There was a man talking to her, but she appeared to be ignoring his advances.
“Wassup?” Marcellos said as he walked up to the side of Katrina opposite of the other man.
“Nothing at all. Here, take this shot with me. I know you still love Patron.”
“You ain’t drop nothing in here did you?” he said as he took the drink.
“You think I’m trying to drag yo’ heavy ass somewhere? Nigga please,” she said and they both laughed.
“Damn girl, you buying niggas drinks when it should be the other way around. Let a real nigga buy you a drink,” the dark skinned heavy set man beside Katrina said.
“Nigga do I look like I need you, or anybody, to do anything for me? Go sweat another bitch. I’m not interested, damn,” Katrina barked at the man.
“Well fuck you then ol’ sweaty pussy ass bitch,” the man said tryng to salvage his pride from being dissed then got up and walked away.
“Is that what it’s like to be a celebrity?” Katrina asked Marcellos.
“Yeah, that times three. You get used to it after a while though,” he replied.
An old song that the former couple used to love when they were together came on and Katrina began to gyrate in her seat.
“Nigga you gotta give me a dance, and I ain’t tryin’ to hear no shit. We ‘bout to talk anyway, so this will just be a stop along the way.”
The last shot of Patron, on top of the other liquor the had been drinking, had him buzzing good so he went along since he had no plans of giving in to any advances on him Katrina might try to make.
“Ai’ight just this one, then we gon’ have this talk about whatever you tryin’ to say,” he said frankly.
Katrina bit her bottom lip as she grabbed is arm, and led him out to the packed dance floor. The song playing was exactly what she liked. It was up tempo, but not too fast. As Usher crooned ‘That’s What It’s Made For’ the two danced off each other, each one’s mind in two completely different trains of thought. Katrina then turned her back to him, her hips swinging in seductive motions that Marcellos couldn’t help but to stare at. She then backed up and slightly pushed her ass up on him several times before finally just pushing up on him and grinding on his dick. With the thin Gucci sweat suit on that he was wearing, he could feel the softness of her ass as she danced. Going along with the moment, Marcellos grabbed her waist, and pressed harder up against her, his dick starting to become somewhat erect.
Out of nowhere a strong hand grabbed Marcellos by the shoulder from behind.
“Nigga get the fuck off my bitch!” Yayo yelled and spun Marcellos around to face him.
“Nigga don’t you ever put yo’ hands on me again,” Marcellos barked as he squared up with Yayo ready to punch him at any moment. “Yo’ bitch on my dick.”
Katrina quickly jumped in between the two men trying to diffuse the situation, but neither was trying to back down. Several members of M’Famous Ent.’s entourage quickly showed up to stand beside their partner, and a disheartened Yayo finally left the situation alone and left the party altogether. Katrina tried to talk to Marcellos, but he was so upset by what happened that he ran her off as well.