by Tynessa
“You know what, don’t let me be the reason you leave your house. I’ll leave. You acting really stupid right now. All I said was wow, but it is so like you to always blow shit out of proportion.” I wasn’t trying to hear the shit Tang was spitting, because she knew damn well she was upset just a few minutes ago. I told her to lock my shit up when she left and walked right out, while she continued to fuss and curse my ass out.
I must’ve rode around for like two hours before I said fuck it and just decided to pull up on my brother. I was still pissed off at Tang, so I wasn’t going to take my ass back home, even though I doubt that she was still there. My anger towards her became more venomous when I pulled up and saw Kace’s car in Jay’s driveway, like he paid every single bill up in that mothafucka. I knew it was his because I remembered Jay telling me the other day that he took him to get it. Plus, it still had the dealers tag on it.
Smoking the half of joint I had in my ashtray, I finally decided to get out and go fuck with them. They were sitting on the porch smoking and talking shit. Though my anger was on ten—excuse me, that shit was through the roof, right now–I wasn’t going to just walk up there and start mess with him. Nah, that ain’t even me! Even though I knew he felt some type of way about what he seen last night.
“What up lil bro? Fuck took you so long to get out?” asked Jay as he slapped hands and gave me and brotherly hug.
“I was smoking a roach I had in the ashtray,” I simply responded as I dapped B up. I even went as far as dapping Kace up. He was hesitant, but he went on and gave me a dap. I smirked cockily as I leaned against the rail on the porch. That nigga was really a bitch made nigga forreal. Ain’t no way I’d continue to work for a mothafucka that I knew had or still was fucking my bitch. Nah, my pride was too high for that shit. If the tables were turned and I was in his shoes; ain’t a damn thing he could say to me.
I felt the nigga staring at me as I rolled a blunt, but I refused to look at him. I had done tuned B and my brother out, because I wanted to be aware if this nigga tried to sneak me. I wasn’t about to be all enticed in their conversation and let this mothafucka catch me off my square. Nope, he ain’t catching yo’ boy slipping.
Once I was all done with the blunt and my shit was rolled to perfection, I placed it behind my ear and gave this nigga my full attention. “Yo my man, you got some shit you wanna get off your chest?” I was looking towards Kace with my head tilted to the side, while wearing a blank expression.
I wasn’t trying to start anything, but it was obvious that he was in his feelings. I was about to let the mothafucka vent.
“You fucking my girl?” the dumb ass fool asked. I frowned, because last I checked she dumped his sorry ass.
“Your girl? Mothafucka, hell nawl I ain’t fucking your girl! Yo girl is the bitch that you got a baby with, and I ain’t fucking that ho,” I refreshed his memory since he seemed to have amnesia all of a suddenly.
“Nigga I got two mothafuckin’ baby mamas, and I know for a fact that you ain’t fucking one. So again, I ask. Are you fucking my girl?” Kace stood from the chair he was sitting in and once he did that, I stood up straight, ready for him to run up.
“You know what the fuck I meant! Buddy, you better stay the fuck in yo’ lane. Don’t fucking keep questioning me about who I stick my dick in. I done told you that shit once! If Tang was you girl, you need to step your game up because obviously you’re not doing something right if she keeps running back to me,” I smiled disrespectfully. This nigga was mugging the shit out of me as if he was ready to square up. Little did he know, I been ready to put my foot all up in his ass ever since the first time he approached me. “If you feeling froggy, we can always take this shit to the yard,” I let his ass know.
Kace didn’t say shit when I said that. Surprisedly, he walked down the steps taking off his shirt. “Let’s go,” he finally said as he tossed the shirt on the ground. I was a little shocked by his boldness, but I was about to take all my frustration out on that ass.
Chapter 35
Meant To be!
Jay’vion
“Oh shit!” I heard B say when Tez pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the ground, along with the hat he was wearing. He then gave me the tool he had tucked into his waistband before walking out to my front yard. Just as B was about to get up from his seat, I stopped him. I knew he was about to go out there and try to break that shit up, but this was a fight that was bound to happen sooner or later. This shit was long overdue, if you asked me.
“Nah, let them box it out. I’m ‘bout sick of their asses going back and forth over the same bullshit,” I let him know. He nodded his head up and down in agreement and relaxed so we could watch the show.
The way I saw it, those two fools were going to continue to go at it about Tan until one of them beat the other’s ass, or they saw whose dick was bigger. That girl must have gold between her legs, because Kace and my lil brother was gone off the kitty-kat.
“Tez better not let that lil nigga beat his ass, either,” I mumbled as I sat up in my seat. I rested my forearm on the rail of my porch as I watched them bounce around in a fighting stance.
“Who you got your money on?” asked B as Kace passed the first lick. B and me both said ooh, because from the looks, it was a pretty hard jab to the jaw.
“Nigga my lil brother, of fucking course.” I looked at his ass like he was stupid; asking me that dumb ass shit. Fuck I look like betting against my brother?!
“Man, I don’t know. That nigga Breezy look like he got hands. I got five on him,” said a grinning B.
“Mothafucka I got a stack on my damn brother,” I let his ass know, never taking my eyes off the fight. Those niggas was throwing the fuck down. I had to admit, Kace was hanging in there. That nigga got hands, but my brother learned from the best—ME!
“Man, if Breezy wins you can’t jump in.”
“Oh nah bruh, we don’t do no jumping around here. Tez ain’t gon’ need no help. Let’s go,” I said. Shit, we were grown ass men. Jumping is for weak niggas, and that was neither me nor Tez. Shit, if he lost, he better wear that ass whooping proudly.
“Fuck that nigga up Tez,” I urged my brother on. My brother had hands no doubt, and had never lost a fight, but he might’ve met his match with Kace. Tez couldn’t take that mothafucka down for shit.
“Come on Breeze, shit. I got money on you nigga,” B pressed. It took everything in me to not laugh at this nigga. He was standing there bobbing and weaving like he was the one fighting. Shit looked funny as hell.
“Tez you better not let that mothafucka beat yo’ ass.” It’s like when I said that, my brother went ham on Kace’s ass. Nigga got hyped the fuck up. He was beating Kace’s ass so fuckin bad that Kace just stopped fighting to block his face. Pretty boy ass nigga! Once he hit the ground, Tez raised his foot but stopped in midair. He spit blood out his mouth and brought his foot back on the ground. He then backed up, and B and me helped Kace off the ground.
“I was playing around with your fucking ass, thinking you was going to back down, but you didn’t. I had to show you who the fucking boss is. Now stop fucking questioning me about who I stick my dick in because next time I’ll be stomping yo’ ass to death. And that’s on my mama’s grave!” With that, my brother turned and walked to his car. I knew that nigga was pissed. I was going to let him calm down and call him a little later.
“Nigga give me my fucking stack mothafucka before I beat yo’ ass out here,” I said, all amped up and shit. I don’t know, when I see a fight it have me wanting to through down with the get down. I wasn’t going to fight B though, that was my nigga.
“Damn, calm yo’ hyped up ass down nigga. It was just a fight, damn,” B’s sore loser ass said. Yet, he went into his pockets and got my money.
I snatched it from his ass and said, “Nigga you just mad because my brother beat that nigga ass.” I looked at Kace. “No offense.”
“Man fuck that,” angry Kace said as he yanked his shirt off the ground and wi
ped the blood from his busted lip and nose. He went back on my porch and took a seat. The nigga was huffing and puffing so hard, I thought he was gon’ blow my house down.
B and me continued to clown Kace about the ass whooping he’d received, and we talked about it as if he wasn’t sitting right there. All the while, we never stopped the rotation of the blunt.
Though Kace and my brother had just fought, I didn’t have beef with him. That was the exact reason I told Tez to not fuck with Tang in the first place. I knew this shit was going to happen, and the sad thing about it was I was stuck in the middle. Folks looked at me like I should have beef with Kace because of the shit him and Tez go through, but I didn’t see it like that. The way I saw it, that was my brother’s beef that didn’t have shit to do with me. I ain’t the one that was fucking Tan, he was.
I let Tez know that he was wrong for sleeping with Tan knowing she had a nigga, but I didn’t speak too much about the situation because I already had a lot on my plate. Plus, I’ve smashed many hos with niggas, so I just let them do them and stayed out of. Not today though. Those niggas done fought and got it over with; now it was time to let bygones be bygones.
“I hope ya’ll niggas feel better now and let this shit go. I mean, come on Kace you and Tan ain’t even together no more, so you shouldn’t have even came at my brother all sideways and shit. Yeah, Tez is wrong for even approaching Tan on that level after I let him know she had a nigga, but in my brother’s defense, he didn’t know her dude was someone he knew. The first time you approached him should’ve been only that one time, unless you had another reason to because today you didn’t,” I stated calmly. I wasn’t trying to be mean or take sides, but it was true. What reason did Kace have for coming at my brother? None! Him and Tan wasn’t together.
“Man, bruh, you taking sides and shit. You kept coming at Asia nigga wrong when he was alive, but I wasn’t telling you that you was wrong. You brother purposely disrespects me and think the shit is funny because he fucking my girl. After seeing that shit last night, I had to see what was up,” Kace said.
“But after a while, I stopped chumping that nigga off and let go. I knew he was gon’ fuck up sooner or later. But this ain’t about me. Listen to yourself, the shit was right there in your face last night. You saw the two mothafuckas leave together, so that should’ve told you something.”
“And bruh, she ain’t even your girl no more. That girl can fuck who she wanna fuck,” B added his two cents in with a chuckle. I laughed as well after seeing the steam fuming off Kace.
“Man fuck you. She better not fuck with you,” Kace flipping B the middle finger.
“Nah, but seriously, now that you and my brother got that shit out the way, ya’ll need to dead this beef shit and I’m gon’ tell him the same thing. What ya’ll niggas gon’ do next, see who dick bigger? Man let that shit go, bruh, forreal. I love Tan like a sister, but if she really loved you then she would’ve never fucked with my brother on that level when you was locked up. I mean, I’ve seen her turn down dudes on a daily basis so believe me, I was surprised when she started rocking with my brother. Then you got that baby with another woman.” All I could do is shake my head. Kace had fucked up big time with that shit.
“You know damn well you can’t bounce back from that.” Once again, B laughed. I just looked at that nigga like ‘will you shut the fuck up.’ Had he kept on, I was going to be sitting back and watching them fight.
“Man fuck you nigga,” Kace scowled at him. “Man, I hear what you saying and I know I fucked up, but ya’ll niggas don’t understand. This shit wasn’t supposed to happen. Like, our fucking relationship wasn’t supposed to end and I blame that nigga Lo, because if that nigga wouldn’t have set me up, then Tan would’ve never started fucking with your brother. But then again, how could I be mad at Lo? He didn’t make her sleep with Tez. Hell, to be honest, I don’t know why I’m so upset with your brother when he was just being a man. He wasn’t the one that betrayed me,” he vented. I actually felt sorry for Kace, because I saw the hurt all over his face and heard the shit in his voice.
“Exactly, Tan did. That’s the only mothafucka that owes you an explanation. To be honest, I think too much damage has been done to ya’ll relationship. Maybe it’s best to just move on.” Listen to my ass trying to give advice and shit when I should’ve been taking my own.
“Ol’ Dr. Phil ass nigga,” B laughed. I paid him no mind, though.
“Yeah, I hear you,” Kace sigh.
“Believe me, I know it’s hard to let go of your first love, but sometimes that’s what you have to do. Some things aren’t destined to be.”
Kace looked as if he was thinking about the shit I was spitting to him, but it was nothing behind that but the truth. I was going to talk to Tez and say the same thing. He was a hot head, so I doubt his ass would even listen.
I kicked it with the fellas for a little while longer before telling them they had to get the hell on. I was missing Asia like something terrible, so I decided to go see what her and little mama was up to. I actually liked Keonna, and I can say that the nigga Ke’ had raised her well. She was a little angel, like the daughter I’ve always wanted.
When I walked into Asia’s house, using the key she’d given me right after Ke’s death, she was sitting on the floor holding a piece of paper with tears streaming down her face. She didn’t even look up to acknowledge me, and I know she heard me walk in.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell you though,” Tan said as she continued to rub Asia’s back. Any other time, my heart would’ve jumped out of my chest thinking I’d gotten caught up, but it was safe to say I hadn’t done shit. Asia agreed to give me another chance last night when we got back from the club, but I let her know about the miscarriage Stacy had because I didn’t want any secrets. I wanted all my skeleton out the closet. It hurt her, but the past it is the past. She let me know.
“Tell her what?” I asked as I made my way to them. Asia held the letter out for me to take it, and I did.
“I was moving the last of Ke’unta’s things out and found this. I can’t believe I’m just now seeing it after all this time,” Asia said with a sniff.
Asia,
If you’re reading this letter some shit went down and I was killed by my punk ass cousin, Lo. I’m not going into any details as you know, I came down here on some business type shit and I believe the fuck nigga is setting me up. I’ve already talked to my baby girl and explained to her that if I didn’t see her again, I wanted her to continue to live with you. I love my parents and family to the fullest, but she’s happy and would be better off with you. Please do me that favor!
On some real shit, I’ve never seen Keonna as happy with anyone else as she is with you. You’re like the mother she never had. I don’t trust my baby girl with anyone else besides my parents, but I know for a fact that they wouldn’t care for her the way she deserves to be cared for. Without either of her parents, she would need a lot of love and affection that I know only you could give her. Since you’re reading this letter, I know you saw the bank statements and account info. That should be enough money for you and Keonna to be straight for the rest of ya’ll lives. Ball the fuck out in memories of me.
Okay, well I have to come clean about some shit that I’m hoping you won’t hold against me or take out on Keonna. I’ve been married for the past two years. I’m telling you this so you wouldn’t be caught off guard at my funeral. Her and my mother is real close, so more than likely my mom will spill the beans on the affair that we had. I know it might be hard to believe being that I’d basically moved in with you, but shorty and me was going through some shit. I could have her to keep my daughter, but since she always made it clear that she didn’t want any kids, I wouldn’t trust her with mines.
I know your heart is probably broken right now and I’ve tried to tell you about shorty so many times, but couldn’t find the words. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Hell, I wasn’t even planning to fall in love with you but shit happened.
I have to get going now, but please don’t turn your back on my baby girl because of some shit I did. She needs you!
P.S. I know you’re still in love with your ex and now that I’m dead and gone, ya’ll can finally get ya’ll shit together. Just let the mothafucka know that Keonna only have one father. I love you and please let my baby girl know that daddy loves her and would always watch over her.
Love Always, Ke’
I stared at the shit, because I said the night he died that it was as if he knew he was going to. How the fuck did he even know Lo was setting him up. Maybe he knew all along what kind of snake his cousin was.
“Damn,” was all I said. I didn’t know what else to say. That mothafucka wasn’t no different than me.
Wiping her tears, Asia stood up. “Fuck the bullshit. It is what it is. I’m sick of crying over him and his lies.”
“So what about Keonna? You’re keeping her, right?” asked Tan.
“Hell yeah I’m keeping my baby, and I’m saving this letter for courts too.” Asia waved the letter in the air.
“That’s right, and I’m going to be right here by your side. The money he left ya’ll, you can put that away for lil mama until she turns eighteen. You already know I got ya’ll,” I informed. Smiling, she got off the floor and stretched her arms for a hug.
“Thank babes for stepping up and being the man I’ve always wanted you to be. It took you some time, but I’m glad you finally getting it together,” she said to me. I gave her a peck on the lips.
“I told you I was, but you didn’t believe a nigga. I’m glad you finally agreed to give me another chance, and I promise you I ain’t fucking this shit up.” It took everything in me to keep little man from getting excited, because we’d agreed to not have sex until marriage. Yeah, she was punishing my ass. It’s all good though, because I was willing to prove my love to her. Besides, there was more to a relationship than sex.
“Tan, what the fuck you done did to my brother and the big homie Kace?” I asked Tan once Asia left out the room to check on Keonna. Tan looked at me with a disgusted look upon her face.
