“Because I told yuh we barely fucked, and the times we did, him used a condom. Yuh is the only one dat fuck mi raw, and member tha day, yuh bust inna mi.”
He sat there like he was thinking. “A true to boodclaat.” He rubbed his head. “Yo, so what yuh goin’ do? Mi nah wan’ Omari find out and sey mi and yuh did a fuck enuh,” that scared ass bastard said. It was almost hilarious, if I didn’t know that he was as serious as a heart attack.
I took his hand, and mustered up some tears. “Babes, mi really in love wit’ yuh. Mi nuh want Omari, but if ‘im find out, ‘im gonna kill us all, even yuh baby. Unless we get to ‘im first.”
“Wha yuh saying to me? Yuh want we fi kill Omari? Mi is no killa enuh, babes.”
“If we don’t tek care of ‘im, we all gonna be dead. So please tink ‘bout it ‘cause di baby is growing in my belly. Si di paper yah.” I reached over and grabbed the paper and handed it to him.
I watched as he examined the paper, and I knew then that I had him right where I needed him.
Omari
Jah knows, I was missing my yute them bad. I never intended for things to work out like they had. When I married Angela, it was for better or worse, or so I thought. Almost a week had passed, and I hadn’t talked to them. I called Angela’s phone, trying to talk to them, but being the ignorant gyal she was, she told me they didn’t want to talk to me. I knew that bitch was lying. Yes, I tried not to call my yute mother out of her name, but I was pissed and that was how I felt about her at the moment. She knew that was the only way that she could hurt me.
Instead of arguing, I decided to roll me a blunt and drink a Guinness. I was trying to calm myself down because I felt like I was about to explode. After I took the first two drags, I just sat there, staring off into space. That was when I decided to check my mother. See, no matter how I was, Mom Dukes always had that soothing touch and encouraging words whenever I felt like I was sinking. I jumped on my bike, which I had loaned to one of my brethren and just got back last night. I pulled out of the driveway and sped off down the road.
Mom Dukes was living on Hillview Terrace in a house that I had bought her two years ago. I made sure she didn’t have to struggle anymore. Thinking back, I should’ve known that Angela wasn’t worth shit because of the way she carried on when I told her I was buying my mother a house. I had to check that ass real fast because no one but me and my siblings knew the stress Mama went through to raise us by herself. There was no way that I was going to let a woman dictate what I did or didn’t do for my queen.
I pulled into Mama’s yard and parked. I knocked on the grill and waited. “Who da hell bangin’ on my grill like dat?” the most beautiful, heavy set woman that I knew yelled out.
“It’s me, di man of di yaad,” I joked.
“Oh, my baby. Let mi get the keys.”
She opened the grill, and I walked it, grabbing Mama up in a bear type hug. “Wha gwaan, Mama?”
“You tell me nuh? About tweeks ago, yuh call and sey yuh a come check mi, and yuh just now a show yuh face.” She gave me that ‘boy, I’ll fuck you up’ look.
“Just a gwaan chill.”
“How the kids doing? I call Angela a few days ago, but she didn’t pick up di phone.”
“Mama, sit down. Mi need fi talk to yuh.”
“What is going on? Yuh sick?” she quizzed.
“Nah, Angie and I are getting a divorce.”
Mama looked at me and then stood up and walked to the side.
“Is about time you wake up and see dat gyal didn’t mean yuh no good. From di day yuh bring dat gyal around, I knew she wasn’t no good. Mi keep mi mout’ shut because mi love yuh.”
“Mi nah lie, mi used to love har, but it’s been years since mi a live in misery. Mi try to hang on fi di yute dem, but Jah know mi can’t do it nuh more.”
“Well, do what yuh need fi do for your pickney them. And be careful of dat wicked gyal and har mumma.”
I knew exactly what she was talking about. For years, I’d heard from Angie and other people how heavily her mom was involved in working obeah. I’d never known Angie to be mixed up in that sort of thing.
“Mama, a Jah alone mi fear. No obeah or obeah man can touch mi.”
“Son, a scorned woman is dangerous. Don’t trust her. You’d be shocked the things some women do when they’re angry,” Mama said in perfect English.
Mama wasn’t too fond of speaking patois and taught us to always speak the proper way.
We ended up talking for a little while longer. If no one understood me, I knew that Mama would. I could always talk to her about any and everything without her judging me.
“A’ight, Mama. Mi about fi bounce. Here go a few dollars; you can go market.”
“Lawd Jesus, tank yuh, baby.”
We hugged tight, and I walked off. She grabbed my hand, “Baby please be careful out in those streets. I don’t want my belly bottom to burn at all for my first born.”
“I’m good, Mama,” I said as I jumped on my bike.
I knew Mama worried about her children, but I was good. Only man I feared was Jah.
Chapter 19
Kadijah
“Wow, she won’t let you see your kids? That’s fucked up. I don’t mean no harm, but your wife is cray cray as hell. I mean, I’m crazy to a certain extent, but she tops the cake. If I had walked up in a spot and caught my husband with some chick, I would’ve jumped on his ass. You owed her, not me. Anyway, that’s over and done with now, but it’s fucked up.”
Me and Omari had been talking more, and I had come to look forward to our phone calls. It was like we were really getting to know each other now that the physical was out of the way, and we were focusing on a friendship.
“Yuh right. It wasn’t your fault at all. Mi was di blame. Mi will foreva try to make it up to yuh. Yuh know, for puttin’ yuh in dat position. To be completely honest wit’ yuh, star, di feelings been changed for Angie. Mi stuck it out for mi yute’ dem. Don’t tink mi jus’ some foul ass nigga who run out on my family. Dat’s not how mi do shit, but mi no stick around to be miserable. Yuh know?”
I nodded like he could see me. “Yeah, I know. It’s just complicated as hell. I won’t lie to myself or you anymore. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were married, I would probably still be there,” I admitted.
“Mi got my own spot now, so yuh can come. Di offer still stands.”
“Nah. Like I said before, I don’t have time to come all the way back to Jamaica just to fight. No thank you.”
“It’ll be different this time. Mi gon’ file for divorce and work on gettin’ custody of my yute’. If she won’t let me see ‘im, mi a get di government involved. Most men be scared to fuck wit’ the system, but mi no care. It’s not like mi in di streets like dat no more. Mi still do street shit if need be, yuh know, but mi grown up wit’ pickneys to tink ‘bout. Can’t keep doin’ di same dumb shit.”
“Well, it’s good to know that you’re doing what you have to do for yourself and your children. It’s really stand up of you to want to get the courts involved. Like you said, most men bitch about the system and getting the white man involved. The way I see it, if you don’t take the steps to fix a fucked up situation, it’ll always stay the same.”
“Right, and mi need to be able to get a DNA test for the one she’s pregnant wit’ now.”
“What? She’s what?” I was shocked by that news. “Is it yours?”
“It can’t be mine, DiDi, and that’s my word. Mi ain’t nutted in her in forever, but she showed me papers provin’ she’s carryin’ somebody’s pickney. Not mine though. Mi tink she cheated on mi but wan me to tink it’s my seed to keep us together. Mi told her mi know mi neva nut in her, but she insist ‘pon mi bein’ the father.”
Rolling my eyes, I let out a deep sigh. “Do you expect me to believe that you didn’t nut in your own wife? Who the fuck do you think I am? Like really?”
“Mi tellin’ di truth, star. Di rassclat woman been workin’ on my nerves fa
years. It didn’t jus start when mi met yuh. Dis been goin’ on. Di naggin’ become too much, so mi no wanna have sex most of di time. When mi did, mi used a condom. One last time we did it in di shower, but mi pulled out.”
Even if I did think about going back to Jamaica to see him, now shit was more fucked up than it was before.
“Well, what if the baby’s yours? You going back?” I didn’t think I’d believe him if he said no.
“No, mon, but there’s no chance it’s mine. Mi know it. Would dat be a deal breaker for us?”
That question caught me off guard. I didn’t think it was a chance for us either way. The way I saw it, the thought of him not telling me about his marital status was the deal breaker. How could I trust him to be faithful to me? It didn’t matter how I felt when I heard his voice. It also didn’t matter that I touched myself at night, thinking about his mouth on me and that huge, powerful dick stretching my walls. Not only was the physical attraction between us a powerful force, but he seemed to have a genuinely good heart. Despite the fact that he lied to me, he loved his children, and he adored his mother. It seemed to me that he’d just picked the wrong bitch to marry.
“Being married was the deal breaker for me, Omari. I thought we agreed to just be friends. Besides, it’s not like I make a trip to Jamaica often, so we’ll probably never see each other again.” When I said it out loud, it actually made my heart sink.
“Wow, dat really stung, B. Fa real. Mi said we’re friends for now.” He sighed and then said, “Enough about my problems. How’s your nephew? Mi sorry for not askin’ ‘bout him off top.”
“He’s alive, but he’s still not out of the woods yet. I went to see him earlier, but it’s hard to see him like that. The tubes and everything’s a bit much because he’s so tiny. Then, it’s hard as hell to keep my hands off his mama. I was telling you about how we had it out at the hospital. I just feel like she had something to do with my brother getting robbed. I don’t really think she wanted Cam to get shot, but her actions may have led to it. My brother was supposed to go after the guys who did it, but he said he changed his mind because of our conversation. He said he’s still going to get them, which I’m sure he will, but not right now. I just hope if Imani was involved, the truth comes out. The thought of her still being with my brother pisses me off, but he always comes to her defense.”
“Mi know what yuh mean. My mama tried to warm mi ‘bout Angie, but mi didn’t listen. Yuh just ‘ave to let a person see for theyself. Love is blind, and mi know yuh heard dat cliché before.”
I chuckled sarcastically. “I’ve lived it.”
He laughed too. “Haven’t we all, star?”
“Well, thank you for being honest with me this time. At least if I did decide to come back there to see you, which I seriously doubt, there won’t be any surprises this time.”
“Mi promise yuh there’ll be no more surprises, beautiful. Well, not any bad surprises. If you do find yourself in shock, it’ll be for a good reason. My word’s my bond.”
Damn, tingles were shooting up and down my spine, making me close my eyes and imagine that he was sitting right there beside me. His melodic voice caused me to experience “eargasms” and that was something that I’d never felt before him.
After talking for about an hour, we finally ended the call because my brother was beeping in. My heart fell to my feet, causing tears to burn my eyes. How could I go from such an ecstatic mood to that? It was so disheartening how quickly life could cause your mood to shift.
“Hey Meel. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, Cam’s still the same. He opened his eyes and squeezed my finger today. That’s a good sign. I’m just ready for my lil’ man to get better, so I can finish them niggas off. They must be all comfortable and shit, thinkin’ I ain’t comin’ for them,” he said, sounding like he was drunk as a skunk.
“Are you at the hospital drunk, Jameel? Where’s Imani? Do I need to come there?”
“You were already here all day, sis. Don’t worry. The doctors said that his chance of survival at this point is very high. No, I ain’t drunk. Just tired as hell ‘cause I can’t sleep. Imani is right here beside me.”
“Okay,” I sighed. “I’m about to cook something real quick, bruh. I’ll call you back in a lil’ bit. Okay?”
My interview at the Ritz Carlton was the next morning, and I wanted to turn in early, so I’d be fresh and ready. That’s when I thought about the fact that I hadn’t checked the mail in days. Instead of starting dinner, I decided to check the mail first. Then, I noticed that my trash can was literally overflowing. Okay, so a trip to the mailbox and the dumpster it was.
When I was on my way to the dumpster, I noticed a familiar looking car just sitting there, lurking. It wasn’t parked in a parking spot. It was just sitting there, in front of the next building, with the lights on and the motor running. Then it occurred to me. That was Daryn’s bitch. I remembered her gold Mercedes.
Instead of even entertaining that hoe, I proceeded to the dumpster and threw the trash bag inside. After I was done I walked back toward my building. That’s when I noticed the car coming toward me out of my peripheral. When I looked, I realized that she was going faster than I thought. Was that psycho bitch trying to hit me? I decided to speed up just in case. Then, I had to literally start running because she was coming toward me quick as hell.
When I was finally standing in the entrance of the doorway to get to my condo, it was clear that she did try to run me over with her car.
“Why don’t you get out and fight me like a real bitch?” I screamed at her.
The only thing the scared heifer did was give me the middle finger. She had stopped her car in front of my building, and I made my way over. Making sure that I stayed on the sidewalk, I still had my keys in my hand, so if I couldn’t touch her, I had other plans.
She rolled her window down slightly. “You ruined my life, bitch! I should’ve ran you over for real!”
“You stalkin’ me, crazy bitch?” I asked her as I used my key to scratch up her car’s immaculate paint job. The hoe didn’t even know what I was doing. “You know that’s a crime, right? What would your daddy think of that? You hate me ‘cause your man left you to be with me, but I don’t want him. You’re mad at the wrong one.” If only she’d put the window down far enough for me to clock her in her ugly ass face.
She shook her head with more anger in her eyes than I saw the first time she’d popped up. “Nah, I’m mad at the right one, bitch! The first time I came over here, I was actually calm about it. I warned you to leave my man alone, but you…”
“Did leave that sorry, lying ass nigga alone! I didn’t do it for you though, you desperate bitch. I did it for me. I should pull your scared ass through that damn window. Like you were really brave enough to run me over,” I hissed at her.
“Stand in the road and see if I run you over or not, bitch. I can show you better than I can tell you!”
Her eyes told me that she would, which let me know that she really wasn’t ‘bout that life. If she was, she’d just get out of the car and square up.
“Nah, get out and fight, bitch! C’mon!”
“I don’t wanna fight you, bitch! I wanna kill your ass! You ruined my fuckin’ life!” Tears were falling down her face as she went off into a rage and started hitting the steering wheel and screaming. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!”
My next thought was to go inside and get my gun because that bitch had lost it. Damn, was she fucking the same Daryn that I was? The dick damn sure didn’t have me acting like that. No dick would ever have me acting like that. Not even Omari’s, and it was a hundred times better than Daryn’s. I hated to see a woman put a man before herself like that. The shit was sickening as hell.
As I stood there, not knowing what to do next, she suddenly hit the gas and drove off, screeching tires. Yeah, she was not working with a full deck, and I suddenly knew that it wasn’t the end of having to deal with her shenanigans. If she
really wanted to run me over, she could’ve done it. The bitch just wanted to fuck with me, and she’d chosen the right one.
Daryn
The knock at my door caught me by surprise as I took the microwavable dinner of Salisbury steak out of the freezer. The familiar red box made my taste buds go to sleep instead of dance. Damn, I sure did miss DiDi’s cooking. She could burn, and it was one of the things that made her wifey material. Nita couldn’t even boil water, so there was no competition.
I walked to the door and looked out of the peephole. When I saw DiDi standing there, it made my heartbeat increase with anticipation. Was she ready to finally commit to me again? Did she rethink denying my proposal? I really hoped she was there to mend things between us because I missed her like hell.
After I opened the door, I could tell from the scowl on her face that her visit wasn’t even friendly, let alone romantic. Then, she went off.
“Nigga, you better get your bitch before I kill her crazy ass!”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside before the neighbors heard her yelling.
“What the hell’s going on, DiDi?” I looked around before closing the door behind her.
“That bitch just tried to run me over with her fucking car a while ago! I kept telling her to get out and fight me, but of course, she wouldn’t. You better tell her something, nigga, because she tried it.” DiDi was all out of breath as she stood there in sweats and a t-shirt with her hair pulled up.
Yeah, she looked like she was ready for a fight, but she still looked sexy as hell. I shook my head because I hadn’t talked to Nita since I had left. I always had my own crib to go back to when I was with her, so it was all good. Now, she knew why I wouldn’t move in with her permanently. I had never planned to marry her.
“So, what do you want me to do? I can’t control what Nita does. It’s not like I have a GPS on her ass. You think it matters what I tell her? She hates me for leaving her for you.” I was clueless as to what she expected me to do. That bitch, Nita, would probably try to run me over me too.
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