“I ain’t never heard of him.” I frowned, palms sweating hard as hell. I didn’t know anyone could be worse than Kraze.
“Well, Bull is Kraze’s big crazy brother, and he did a head count recently. You, plus Ashley and Dominique are gone, and he’s gonna find you all. Also, he’s beyond enraged about the missing money, and has people combing the streets for the niggas who stole it and killed his brother.”
“Kattlyn!” the woman at Chick-Fil-A called my name.
“Look, I have to go.” I went to grab my food and then rushed out. I waited a little bit until Marie left because I didn’t want her to see my car. I wouldn’t be surprised if her ass snitched and told my license plate to this Bull nigga.
I admit the thought of him had me shook. I thought I had gotten away scot-free with what I’d done, but if this nigga Bull was as vicious as Marie claimed, I definitely hadn’t. Fuck! I’d just started sleeping soundly at night, and now, I’d be back to tossing and turning.
I drove my car back to the shop, and then took the food inside. Draylah and I ate lunch together like always, and by the time we were done, she had about five appointments lined up.
The buzz about her brow bar was quickly getting around. And because of Ricky AK’s manager posting about it, sometimes celebrities came through. Working here had really been an enjoyable experience, however, seeing Draylah doing her thing had me wondering about my own shit. I loved it here, but I didn’t want to be a brow specialist receptionist forever.
Just as I sat at my desk at the front, transferring appointments from the book to the computer, my phone buzzed. Thinking it was MG, I looked down at it with a smile. However, that smile quickly faded once I saw it wasn’t MG, and got a preview of the message. I quickly went to open it, because I wanted to know who was bold enough to talk to me in such a manner.
IslaSky: Look bitch I saw the messages you’ve been sending to my man and I don’t appreciate it. So if you don’t want your ass beat, I suggest you leave him alone.
IslaSky: Oh and you’re not that cute, I don’t care what he told you.
I chuckled at the message, and then left out of the app. I didn’t do the social media beef, so if she had something to say, her ass could say it to my face. I hadn’t planned to fuck MG tonight because he didn’t say whether or not he’d broken up with her, but now that she wanted to threaten me, I just might.
***
That night …
“So you’re really gonna go on a date with him after she threatened you?” Draylah laughed as she ate out of a carton of ice cream.
“I’m especially going. See, if she had have been a bit more civilized, I might have felt bad for the bitch and stayed home. But since she wanted to talk about my looks and threaten me, I’m going.”
“Well, I don’t usually condone this type of stuff, but that Isla girl isn’t exactly the best girlfriend from the shit Ricky told me.”
“Even better.”
I brushed my hair down, and then smoothed my hands down my dress. It was a burnt orange color and showed every curve of my frame. I had some nude, peep-toe pumps on my feet, and complemented it all with gold accessories. After tonight, Isla wouldn’t be able to get a text back from MG. See, I was a professional hoe not too long ago, so finessing these niggas was a specialty of mine. I was the last bitch that Isla wanted to be in competition with.
“You look good, Katt. If I was a man, I’d definitely be interested. Shoot, I’m halfway interested now,” Draylah joked before we both laughed.
“Hey, well just say the word and I will definitely stay home with you to do some things. Pregnant and all.” I sprayed on my Daisy Eau So Fresh perfume, and then put a few things into my clutch.
“Thank you,” she giggled.
The doorbell rang, so Draylah and I left the bedroom belonging to me. She went to hers after we hugged, and then I walked to the door. I peeked out to see MG looking good as hell, so I opened the door to take him in, in full.
He was wearing a black, long-sleeved, polo type shirt, black jeans, and some Oreo Yeezys. A gold link chain hung around his neck, and a nice gold watch adorned his wrist. His Chanel cologne smelled so damn good, and the way his caramel brown skin glistened had me wet already.
“Damn,” he commented as he helped me over the threshold. I closed the door behind us, and then we both headed down to his Maserati. I loved this damn car.
Once inside of the vehicle, he sped off and turned some music on. Being around him felt so good, mainly because we literally talked all day unless he had to record, perform, or spend time with his son. I’d never experienced anything like this, because living in Cuba until I was well into my teens, I really didn’t date a lot. I was too worried about my next meal. Nothing changed when I came to America, and then I met Kraze, who had no interest in actually courting me, unbeknownst to me, at the time.
So this thing with MG was very new for me, but I must say I liked it. I was so used to having to spread my legs every time a man looked my way, that this was refreshing.
The conversation on the way to the restaurant flowed seamlessly, just like over the phone. I was so afraid that when we got back in one another’s presence, that it’d be awkward, but nope. It seemed like from the first time we met, conversation was just easy between us.
MG had a reservation for us at The Palms in Beverly Hills. When we arrived, he got out and came around to open my door, before passing his keys to valet. The Palms was a beautiful restaurant, and more upscale than anything I’d ever been to.
“I don’t eat snails and shit like that,” I said as he opened the door of the restaurant for me. He was so tall, and I loved that he wasn’t scrawny. Most guys his height, around six feet five, were like linguini noodles. Eek!
Laughing, he replied, “I don’t eat no damn snails either.”
We were seated right away, once the hostess and manager realized who he was, and then we were given a complimentary bottle of champagne.
“Do you pay for anything?”
“Yeah, but not shit like this. I mean, I have before, but they usually give me shit free. From clothes, to jewelry, to all kinds of shit, I’ve gotten it for no charge. It used to be frustrating when I first got on, because I wanted to spend my money, but now, I’m like cool.”
We both chuckled in unison.
“Humph, that sounds good as hell to me.” I sipped the crisp champagne, and then just enjoyed the smooth way it went down.
“So how long you been robbing niggas or was it just me?”
I almost choked on my champagne because I wasn’t expecting that.
“I actually started stealing when I was like six years old while I lived in Cuba. And when I got here, I just kept those antics up. I never stole out of greed though. It was usually things like food for the family, or underwear; just anything I or my parents needed at the time.”
“Where ya parents at? I know you ran away at sixteen, but do you know anything about their whereabouts?”
“Uh, …” I sipped the champagne again. “They’re somewhere around here, and that’s all I know.”
Thinking about my parents saddened me, so I didn’t want to discuss it too much. I missed them a lot, and at this stage in my life, the void I felt was only getting worse.
The waiter came over just in time, so we placed our orders. The conversation after that was much lighter, which I preferred. In the middle of us eating, someone stormed up to the table and I looked up to see MG’s baby mama, Isla.
“Really?” She pouted, folding her arms and shooting daggers through MG. I expected him to look shocked, but he was calm.
“Isla, go home, and we can talk later.”
I rose to my feet just in case she wanted to jump stupid, and she looked me up and down with disgust written all over her face.
“I’m not going no damn where! If you want me to leave, you’d better come with me!” she yelled loudly. The restaurant was very quiet, so of course people began to look.
“Well I’m not.”
MG stood up. “Kattlyn, baby, have a seat, and I’ll be right back.”
“Baby?” Isla leaned back and stared at MG like he was a ghost. “Bitch, didn’t I tell you to leave him alone?” She turned to me and swung. “Ah!” she screamed when I palmed her fist, and then proceeded to twist her arm behind her back.
Forcing her to bend over and lean down onto the table, I gritted, “Bitch, I’m not the one you wanna fuck with. I will beat your ass so bad you’ll be unrecognizable. And best believe, it won’t take much.”
“Get off me!” She whimpered at the pain of me holding her twisted arm behind her back. The side of her face was mushed into the appetizer, and her weave was in all my mashed potatoes.
“Aight, aight, y’all.” MG loosened my grip on her while trying to muffle his laughter.
“Fuck you!” Isla shouted and rushed out, right into a frenzy of paparazzi.
“Kattlyn—”
“Take me home, please. And do not call me until you have that situation handled. I have enough shit going on, and I do not want to add a murder to my list, especially over some dick.”
I was all for fucking with this bitch, but I had to remember I was a damn immigrant. It was only so much I could be out here doing, especially with a famous man and his semi famous baby mama.
With that said, I switched out. And once MG paid, he was right on my heels. Thankfully, Isla had gone by now, but the paparazzi were going crazy as we waited for MG’s car.
Quickly, I put my head down to focus on my phone. Now that, that nigga Bull was on the loose, I didn’t need to be seen.
Chapter Six: Bia
Switch hadn’t been talking to me too much, and I really didn’t know why. I would have assumed it was because of the mess that went down with Cody and Qamar, but he’d been okay after that. It was just during the past week, he’d been distant, and wasn’t begging me to spend time with him like he usually did. I only cared because I needed him at the moment. I needed him to pay for a few more things until I graduated and got the job with my mother’s friend. I’d already started my classes, and since this was the last year I needed, it wouldn’t be long before I could end things with Switch.
Getting out of my car, I saw my sister was calling my phone, so I hit ignore. That little bitch thought she could say anything to me and then pretend like shit was cool? Nope. I was taking the Draylah approach and ignoring her ass until she got some sense.
I made it up to Switch’s large front door, and rang the doorbell. No one came for a long while, so I rang it again just as I heard the locks being twisted. Cody pulled the door open, and he gave me a half smile before stepping back to let me in. I saw he still had the bruise from fighting Qamar, which was funny because Qamar still had his marks too. Had it not been at my job, and about me, the fight would have been good entertainment since both men could hold their own against one another.
“Hey, is everything okay?” I frowned, but chuckled to lighten the mood. The house was quiet, and usually, Switch always had some Motown oldies playing.
“Umm, yeah, I guess. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you. Hey, I’m sorry about what went down at Bordeaux and thanks for not mentioning what was said to Switch. My friend is a little—”
“Mental?” Cody chuckled.
“I mean, he can be hot and cold sometimes, but he’s okay,” I half lied. Qamar seemed to be off in the head, but I didn’t want to believe it. A part of me still liked him, and had hope that we could maybe become something. By saying that, I didn’t want him to be mentally ill. I just wished he were having a rough phase; something he could get over.
“Nah, that nigga is mental.” Cody pulled his iPhone from his pocket, and went to YouTube. I watched him type in Qamar’s name, along with some other keywords, and when the video he was looking for came up, he tapped it.
The video displayed Qamar, who was apparently on Instagram live or something, and he was talking and looking crazy as hell. I didn’t even recognize him, and because I was embarrassed to keep watching, I palmed the front of Cody’s phone and pushed it downward. He got the hint and clicked off of the video.
“He just plays like that.” I giggled breathily.
“Right.” Cody nodded. “So I have to ask, did you come here for me or for my father? I’m hoping it’s the former.”
“Sorry, I’m here to see Switch. He’s been acting weird lately.”
“Well, I’ll let him talk to you. He’s up in his bedroom right now. Be safe, Bia. You’re too pretty to be getting caught up with niggas like Qamar. Get a nigga who can bring peace to you, not extra bullshit, you know?”
For the first time since I’d met this nigga, I was seeing him in a different light. Maybe I had prejudged him, and only went off of what his father told me. Cody seemed like an okay guy, for now.
“Oh, me and Qamar aren’t—”
“Right.” He snickered and walked off. I watched him for a minute, kind of admiring how nice he looked today.
Pulling my attention from Cody, I walked across the large foyer and then up the stairs. I got to Switch’s bedroom door, and entered slowly, not knowing what I was in for. I spotted him sitting on the leather couch in his room, staring out of the large window with a glass of dark liquor in his hand.
“Hey,” I spoke softly, before closing the door behind me.
“Oh, Bia.” He half smiled, trying to put on a show for me.
How the hell was I gonna ask him for money while he was in this condition?
“How are you? I mean, you’ve been a little distant lately. I didn’t do anything, did I?” I sat down next to him.
He turned to me with a closed mouth smile, and shook his head ‘no.’ His eyes were extremely sad, making me feel a little bad for him.
“No, uh, you didn’t do anything. It’s just my daughter, she’s in the hospital, in a coma, and it’s not looking too good for her.” He spoke while looking down at the floor.
“What happened?” I inquired, actually concerned. I knew Switch had a young girl, but she lived with his wife. They decided to split the kids when they divorced, and then each would visit here and there.
“Went to some party with that fast friend of hers, Anette, and no one really knows what happened. Some people say they saw her and she was fine, and then some say she disappeared and then the next thing they knew, she was being taken away in an ambulance. Doctors say she was choked and it was obvious she’d been beaten. They thought she’d been raped too, but everything, like the hymen, was still intact down there.”
“Poor Nadine,” I said. Nadine was pretty young, probably seventeen or eighteen years old, so if she died, that would be heartbreaking. From what Switch told me, she was a great girl, in college, with her head on straight. I remember him saying she was waiting until marriage, and how badly I wished I had done that.
“Yeah, but I pray that God brings her back to us, and doesn’t let her slip away.” He sipped his drink and then refilled it using the glass decanter. “But I tell you what, I better not find out who touched my baby girl, because it’s over for that nigga.”
I was surprised to hear Switch talk the way he just had.
“No, Switch, you wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“Shit, back in the day, I killed niggas for things as small as putting my coat on my back wrong. So you best believe I got something for a nigga or bitch who hurt my baby girl.” He stared out the window, putting his glass to his lips. “I don’t care who it is either. My best friend can get a bullet if he fucks me over. That’s why they called me Switch back then; because I’d switch up on these niggas in an instant if they fucked me over.”
I didn’t know what Switch did back in the day, but he’d told me he was a gangsta. I just thought he was trying to impress me because I was young, but clearly, I was wrong.
I chilled with Switch for most of the day, because I just felt so terrible for him. God must have appreciated my efforts, because Switch broke me off before I went home.
By the time I got there, it was around 9 p.m., so I talked on the phone with Draylah for a little bit. I’d already cooked dinner earlier this afternoon before I left, so my mother and whack ass Taya had eaten.
After getting off the phone with Draylah, I hopped into the shower, and then put a facemask on since I wanted to pamper myself a little bit. Just as I twisted the top back onto the jar, the doorbell rang.
“Are you serious?” I spoke into the mirror. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, I turned around and hit the light as I left the bathroom.
It was late, and I was in the hood, so I really didn’t want to answer the door. Thankfully, the lights were off in the whole house, excluding the kitchen one, which we left on all night. Creeping through the living room, I discreetly looked through the peephole, and lo and behold, there Qamar stood. For a moment, I just kept staring at him, watching him constantly look over his shoulder, and then at the peephole as if he could see anything.
Why the fuck couldn’t he leave me alone?
I wanted to open it, but then I was afraid. Qamar seemed to be crazier every time I ran into him, and I wasn’t trying to let him in so he could murder my family.
“Just a minute!” I hollered, before rushing to my bedroom to get my phone.
I contemplated if I should do what I was about to, and decided I should. I wasn’t gonna risk my life for Qamar’s crazy ass.
Going into my texts, I typed Ricky’s name and then prepared a message in the box. When I told him about Qamar’s antics at my school, he gave me his number, with Draylah’s approval to call or text him if it happened again.
Me: Qamar is here. It’s fine, but I will text 911 if he gets crazy. Sorry so late.
I placed my phone down and then went to wash the mask off, which was a waste. Once done, I put on some moisturizer and got the door.
“What took you so fucking long?” Qamar hissed as he stepped inside, bumping my shoulder.
“I was in my towel, and I had to change.” I closed and locked the door.
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