by Nicety
An Hour Later
Jeremiah
When I rich nigga want you
And your nigga can do nothing for ya
Oh these hoes ain't loyal
Whoa these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see…
That Chris Breezy blared through my phone as it rang back to back. It was B. trying to hit me up. I already knew what she wanted. But I wasn’t giving her no explanation for the video I sent to Myking. Fuck both of their asses for all I gave a damn.
Tee was acting funny as shit around me. He may have been acting like that before and I just was too self absorbed to notice it. Keeping his responses to me short and to the point, he texted away in his phone like he really wasn’t interested in shit that I had to say.
I asked him miscellaneous shit just to see where his head was at before I dropped a big bomb on his ass. But I understood that Tee wasn’t a very social person anyway, which led him not to trust too many people. That’s mostly the reason why he popped off hard at the first sign of feeling used or played.
“Aye, so what’s been good with you bro? I ain’t really been fucking with you since you and Myking done got so tight. Y’all handling the businesses and whatnot.” I yakked trying to get him into the conversation.
“Shit, maintaining.” He stuck with keeping it short and sweet. “We good.”
“Oh yeah. How’s your moms doing? She still going through chemo?”
“Naw, she’s in remission right now. She’s doing a hell of a lot better though. Pops too. You know he had that prostate shit.” Tee tucked his phone down in his pockets, refusing to make any eye contact.
“Awe that’s wassup. I’m glad to hear the shit bro.” I looked around making sure the guys in the shop weren’t trying to come out or be nosey as to what we were outside talking about. “So um, I know you heard about me and Bianca right?”
“Naw. What’s the word?” Tee stroked his chin as if he was contemplating what I had just said.
“Yeah man. We’re back together and shit bruh.”
“Oh yeah!” He busted out in a mild laughter bending over to get it all out before returning to face me. “Well good job on getting your woman back my nigga.”
“Yeah, you know how I do. Shit I even recorded the shit. You wanna see?” I asked nudging him with my elbow.
“Naw nigga.” Tee side eyed me, sucking his teeth in the process as he mumbled. “Only clown ass niggas show off pics and shit of their girl.”
“Huh? What you just say to me bruh?” I questioned, confused as to what he had just said up out of his mouth.
“You heard me nigga. I ain’t stutter. I said only clown ass niggas show off pics and shit of their damn girl. Why the fuck would I wanna see some shit like that?” He started gritting his teeth, snarling like a mad dog. “The fuck? If it was my girl I wouldn’t be showing you, telling you, or asking you shit about mine. Real talk.”
“I believe you too. Shit cause you ain’t tell nobody nothing about who you was fucking. You kept that shit under wraps like a motherfucka.” I tossed the sarcasm back his way. “Shit for a minute niggas was saying you might’ve been gay or something, you know, since you never brought any bitches around us and shit. But it’s all good. ‘Cause I know why now.”
“Aye, nigga. You better watch your mouth on that shit for real.” His attention bolted down the shit like he was looking for something in the distance.
“Awe bitch you know I’m fucking with you.” I tapped his chest with the back of my hand. “That’s what we do right?”
There was an awkward stillness between us. He wasn’t trying to give a comeback on what I was saying. It was like he was treating me like a lame and shit. It wasn’t appreciated. Rather than hold back anymore, it was high time that nigga found out he needed to step up to the plate and take care of his own kids. A nigga like me was stepping down. As soon as I was done telling him, I couldn’t wait to text Sunset and tell her to take my name off those kids’ birth certificates. I didn’t want to have shit to do with her or them ever again. Fuck ‘em all.
“Aye, Tee. A nigga must really feel for a bitch to take care of some kids that ain’t his huh?”
“What? The fuck is you talking about man?”
“Hmm. Well what if I told you—“
“Jeremiah! You mark ass, bitch made, punk ass bitch.” Myking pulled up in front of the shop parking all crazy and hopping out leaving his truck door open. “Don’t you ever touch her again motherfucka.”
“Man fuck you nigga. What you thought you was the only one tapping that ass? What you thought you owned that pussy now or something? Nigga please.” Brushing his ass off, I turned back towards Tee. “Naw stupid. She’ll forever be my bitch. Thought you was doing something. You ain’t do shit but make her community pussy, nigga.”
The motherfucka had his hand covered around the barrel of the gun and as he walked up the butt of the gun met with the top of my forehead. It was then, as I fell to the ground that I wished I had my piece on me instead of locked up in the safe at the shop. Myking grabbed me by my neck holding me up just enough to continually bash my fucking head in with the gun. His face was contorted into the ugliest expression, looking like something that was raised from Hell.
I reached up punching the nigga in his face staggering him a bit before gripping his pants and pulling his legs towards me. He fell to the ground as I climbed on top of him, punching and swinging hard as ever. Adrenaline pumped through my veins so fast that I didn’t even feel the pain from my stitches. All the aggression I had been holding in, bottled up inside for so long was finally being released.
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked up to see Tee stomping me in my back with his big ass Timberland boot. With Myking steady swinging on me from underneath, I focused on him and took the beating from Tee until I got Myking’s ass to slow down. Tee was smaller than him even though his kicks were digging into my ass like a shovel. But I would rather ignore him and take that beating than give Myking a way out to gain the upper hand again.
Left hook, right jab. I stuck Myking over and over again. Tee moved his kicks, aiming for my face now. I grabbed his foot shoving him backward but he kept coming. We were out there scraping crazy as hell. What was once a strong friendship turned into pure cold hatred as we continued to throw blows and beat each other’s asses and for what? A woman. A badass woman, but just another woman nonetheless. The bros before hoes code no longer existed. She was at the root of all this and because Myking was jealous of me and wanted what I had, our alliance no longer existed.
“Aye com’ on y’all. Break this shit up man. Damn,” a few of the guys had come out of the shop to break the fight up. “What the fuck is going on out here? Y’all were cool man. We boys. Be cool.”
“Man, fuck that nigga.” I pointed out.
My face was on fire from all the blows Myking delivered but I wasn’t trippin’. I got that nigga a few times though. I was good with that. He got up darting over to the silver city garbage can, picking it up and charging right for me. In my mind, I was able to bat the motherfucka away when he tossed it. But instead of him tossing it he actually bashed it into my head causing me to crash to the ground once more.
I was dizzy as shit but still swinging. He took his pistol out again and began beating me in the head once more with the butt of it. Blood flew all over the place, spewing from my nose and mouth. I reached up and jabbed him one good time in the jaw as some of the guys pulled him away but it didn’t seem to faze him one bit.
“You trick ass nigga. Stay the fuck away from B. She’s mine, bitch. You fucked up. Deal with that shit,” Myking warned as he reached down snatching my phone and his up off the ground.
I waved my hand trying to stop him and tell him to give me my shit back but I was so fucked up I couldn’t even pull myself together long enough to get up off the ground. My body hurt like forty thousand whip lashes and as I got to my feet, I felt like I was dragging and staggering. The guys were all in my face as Myking
and Tee jumped in the truck and screeched the tires driving away.
Making my way to the shop door, I was halted by the detectives from before who were investigating the shooting at my rental property over on Kedzie. I was in no mood for their shit right then. Where the fuck were they when I was getting my ass handed to me by motherfuckas who used to have my back? I would be embarrassed about getting my ass whooped if I gave a fuck about what any of them thought. I was paid. I didn’t have time to think about what losers beneath me thought. Fuck the world.
“Jeremiah, you look like shit bro. What happened to you?” One of the dicks said as I sat on the ground in front of the shop a bit groggy, my vision hazy.
“Nothing, I tripped. What can I do for you officers so late in the evening.” Wiping blood from my bottom lip, I didn’t even bother to give them any eye contact.
“Well that was a mighty hard fall. Eh, we just thought we’d come on over and get cleaned up really quickly with a little off the top and sides,” he joked about getting a hair cut.
“Welp, I’m sorry but we’re about to close gentlemen. We stop taking walk-ins 2 hours prior to closing. Just in there cleaning up. Now if you wanna call back tomorrow during business hours, I’ll have my dude Gino over there hook y’all right on up.” Sarcasm reeked through my comment.
“That won’t be necessary, ‘cause we’re actually here to talk to you. We need to talk, Jeremiah.”
“Whatever you have to talk to me about can be done so through the written express consent of my lawyer during normal business hours.”
The looks on their faces were priceless. I knew they weren’t expecting that since I had complied all of the other times they wanted to interrogate me for no reason. Today wasn’t the day to fuck with me especially since I wasn’t feeling generous. They stood there staring down at me as if they were waiting for me to change my mind. They would be standing there waiting forever fucking with me.
“Now, unless you dicks have a warrant, I suggest you leave me the hell alone until you do.”
“What do we need a warrant for if you don’t have anything to hide?” The other one said circling to the other side of me.
“Just to give y’all ignorant asses something to do. How’s that? Is that good enough for you?” I smirked as they walked off slowly never taking an eye off of me. “Thanks for stopping by gentlemen. Hope to see you again real soon.”
“Oh, there’s just one last thing before we go that I wanted to ask you Jeremiah.” One of them turned stopping in his tracks as I huffed rolling my eyes. “If you had nothing to do with the shit that went down over there at your spot, then how come you just sold the building?”
“What?”
Chapter 17
Bianca
If I hated nothing else in the entire world it was the silent treatment. Myking kept sending my calls straight to the voicemail. I called him back to back not giving up. Eventually he would have to give in and answer, I hoped. My mind drifted to the shit that happened between Jeremiah and I. The whole scene played out in my head like I full motion picture showing right in front of me. Jeremiah set me up big time. None of that shit was ever going to make me go back to his ass and if he thought it would he was sadly mistaken.
“Myking baby, please just pick up the phone so we can talk. I understand you’re mad. I am too. But you’ve got it all wrong baby. Please just call me back.” Clicking the button to end the call made me even more worried he wouldn’t listen to the voice message.
Jeremiah’s jealous ass had some nerve trying to fuck up my happiness just because he was miserable. He was never one to think about anyone’s feelings or emotions but his own so it didn’t surprise me. All he gave a fuck about were big asses and tits. It was just fucked up that even after his near death experience and having admittedly done me wrong for so long, he still couldn’t let me go to be able to move on with my life.
“Fuck this shit,” I jumped up from the barstool.
I bolted to the bedroom in search of a pair of my tightest jeans along with a shirt that exposed the most cleavage. When he saw me I wanted him so distracted that he could focus on nothing else but grabbing me and finding a place to go and get some much needed makeup sex in. Fully clothed, I slid my feet in some black Manolo’s that made my stems look like they were bred to be sexy. Deciding to go natural without a ton of makeup, just some gloss and eyeliner, I snatched my purse and keys and headed out.
“Oh shit,” I gasped clenching the neck of my shirt. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“I’m so, so sorry. That wasn’t my intention at all—“
“Hmm, but who are you and what can I do for you Mr.… Um?” I asked calming myself down a bit.
“Officer Cawcowski and I’m here to follow up on an investigation. I just really need to ask you a few questions ma’am,” he paused catching the look of annoyance written on my face as he cleared his throat. “Uh, here’s my badge.”
My face leaned over taking a glance at it still not assured that he was who he said he was but I couldn’t deny badge. He was on my doorstep in the middle of the fucking night, which was odd in itself. Most cops waited until more appropriate hours to go and harass people for questioning. But then again in Chicago, anything was possible when cops were on the hunt for their suspects.
“What can I do for you officer?” I asked, a bit preoccupied with my feelings of being uptight since he was interrupting my going out to find Myking.
“Well, is it okay if I come in ma’am? It’s pretty dark out here. I’d really not like to talk out here.” Officer Cawcowski never blinked or cracked a smile.
“Ugh, sure.” I waved my hand for him to enter as he stepped inside. “So what is this about officer? If you’re coming to question me about my cousin’s murderer, I’ve gotta tell ya, I haven’t the faintest idea who could’ve done this to her. Maybe it would be best for you to check with my ex-boyfriend since they were together when it happen and he was the one that survived.”
His eyes searched the house. Every nook and cranny, his eyes were on it not skipping one beat. Technically he knew he couldn’t touch much of anything if it wasn’t offered to him without a warrant. So he made sure to search for whatever he could probably to question me about it. I was ready to set his ass straight if he even so much as thought he was going to pick up something to examine. Little did he know, I was watching his ass like a hawk.
“Ma’am, have you ever seen anything unusual between your ex-boyfriend Jeremiah and Myking?” He turned on his heels bringing his attention back towards me.
“Unusual? No. Not that I can think of. But if you call Jeremiah sticking his dick in any and every open hole he sees unusual then yes.” My arms folded in front of me wondering where he was getting at.
“Hmm. Interesting. And, specifically with your new boyfriend, Myking, do you know exactly what he does for a living?” The officer stepped a few feet closer to me as I leaned against the front door.
“Yeah, he owns a string of—“
“No! I mean what he really does.” He moved even closer.
“What do you mean what he really does? I know what he does. I’ve been knowing him for years.” With a raised eyebrow, I moved towards the kitchen in search for a huge glass of red wine.
“You can’t be that naïve that you don’t know what that boy does for a living gal.” When he griped at me, it forced me to pay attention to everything about the man.
Officer Cawcowski was dressed in a dingy pair of baggy stone washed jeans. His V-neck t-shirt was also riddled with dirt marks as well. Long strands of greasy hair dangled down the side of his face like he hadn’t had a shower in weeks. His pale skin was covered in a ton of facial hair and sunspots too. Not to mention his pot belly stuck out like a sore thumb alerting me to the fact that he probably drank a ton of beer. The man looked homeless almost as if he just didn’t give a fuck about his appearance.
“What district did you say you worked out of again?” I questioned, searching his body for his co
p issued gun finding it pinned to his right side held up in a holster.
“I didn’t.”
“Oh… Um… Okay, well I think maybe you need to come back at a time when my lawyer is present if you wanna talk any further. But for right now, I think you need to leave officer.” I headed to the front door reaching for the knob but found my hand yanked away as he pulled me close to him.
“No, I can’t leave you princess. I’m not done conducting my investigation,” his breath smelled like an old fishpond as he grinned evilly in my face before throwing me on the floor hard as fuck. “Besides, I haven’t told you my story yet.”
“Ah, shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?” My elbow bumped the floor so hard that it caused a sharp tingling throughout my whole left arm.
“What’s wrong with me? I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me. Your little boyfriend hasn’t paid me all of my got damn money for the job that I did for him,” Officer Cawcowski protested. “One way or the other, I’m getting paid sweet cheeks.”
“Listen mister, if you did some side construction or security work for Myking and he owes you money then you need to take that shit up with him. I ain’t got shit to do with that.”
“Oh but you’ve got everything to do with that honey. See because you said a few minutes ago that you didn’t know anything about your cousin’s murder. Well what if I told you that I do. What if I tell you that I’ve got a lead on your cousin’s killer?” He bent over, hovering hot breath into my face.
“Look here, if you put your hands on me again. I’m gonna fuck you up,” I snapped pointing up at him as I peeled myself up off the floor.
“Did I ask you to move?” He licked his lips rapidly before he ninja kicked me in my chest sending me crashing back down to the floor. “You’re just as stubborn as that damn Myking. Now I see why he wants you so bad. You two are so much a fucking like. You know that?”
Moaning and groaning, I cried out in agony gripping my chest as I curled up into the fetal position. It was then that I realized I had fucked up letting this dude into my home. He couldn’t have been a cop and if he was then he was a dirty one. Whatever Myking had fucked him over on, he was here to collect by taking it out on me. My gut told me if I even thought about reaching for my purse to dig for my cell phone he would undoubtedly put a bullet in my skull.
