When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 2

by Sephiri J

  I nodded.

  “I’ll have her come in and draw your blood. It only takes about 20 minutes for us to come back with the results so sit tight,” she said. The nurse came in after her and took my blood then left Greg and me in the room alone to wait. I already knew what they were going to say because I knew I wasn’t pregnant. Plus there were some more pressing things on my mind that I wanted to address with Greg now that we were alone.

  Turning to him I asked. “So what is it that we needed to talk about that you mentioned in the waiting room?”

  “We should talk about it when we get done here,” he said looking down at his phone.

  “Or we could talk about it now because we are just waiting in here,” I said. I wasn’t going to let this thing, whatever it was, worry me for the next few hours when we could just talk about it now.

  Greg exhaled and turned to me. “Summer lost her job a few days ago.”

  “Oh my God,” I said turning away from him and crossing my arms. I knew it was going to be something about that dumb bitch. “And so what?”

  “She might have to stay a little longer than the 4 weeks I told you originally,” I said.

  “What?? Why??” I asked turning back to him. I was hot.

  “She needs to find another job and get her money saved up,” he said flatly.

  “How hard is it to find another job? She was a cashier at Family Dollar. She can find another job like that tomorrow. How she get fired from that job anyway?” I asked incredulously.

  “She said the manager was disrespectful and they got into a verbal altercation. Look, it's not that easy to find a job and she doesn’t make that much, so she needs some time to save,” he said.

  “You said her sister was coming down to help her in 3 weeks. She needs to go then because I’m not doing an extended stay,” I said shaking my head.

  “Her sister pushed her move out another 3 months,” she said. “We found out yesterday. That’s why I’m saying she needs a little more time.”

  “How much time?” I asked. He must have lost his mind to think I was going to be okay with this one. I was damn near at the end of my rope, and I had had enough.

  “A few more weeks. I’m not sure,” he said.

  I shook my head. “No, Greg. She needs to figure something out. I’m not staying in the house with her past 3 weeks from now. I’ve put aside my feelings and bit my tongue a lot over her and ya’ll son. But I’m not doing this longer than the 4 weeks you originally told me. It's not fair to me.”

  I could see he wanted to say something, but he didn’t say anything else. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through IG instead. I guess that was the end of the conversation. I didn’t care if he was mad. This was crazy. I wasn’t a doormat, and I felt like I’d bent over backward one hundred times for this man over the last few days. It was time for me to get what I wanted now. I could not live with this woman past the four weeks he originally said. They would need to figure some other shit out.

  I pulled out my phone because at that moment I really missed Bo. I hadn’t spoken to her in over a week, and I missed her more than I ever missed anyone in my life. Our fight was dumb and I know she said the things she said out of love for me. Even though I thought she could have said it differently. But at the end of the day, I’d known her for more than half my life. That was my sister, and I loved her. I went to my text messages and found her name.

  Me: Hey sis. I miss you, and I’m sorry. Can we talk?

  I didn’t have to wait long before my phone buzzed. Looking down I saw it was a text from her.

  Bo: Sade I miss you tooooooo :( Can you come over later? Lets squash this shit.

  I smiled and texted her ‘of course.’ I felt 100% better. Just then the door to the exam room opened, and Doctor Stein walked back in. She had a smile on her face.

  “Well, I have some interesting news,” she said looking from me to Greg.

  “What’s up?” Greg asked looking at her.

  “We just took your blood to the lab to run for hCG levels. You said your last period was about a month ago, so we were looking for very low levels if any. I know you said you didn’t think you were pregnant but Ms. Sade, you were mistaken. You are indeed pregnant my love,” she said.

  I listened to her in a daze not sure if I heard her right.

  “Excuse me?” I said shaking my head and looking at her confused.

  “You are pregnant. You have trace amounts of hCG in your blood, and that would not be there if you weren’t pregnant. I don’t think you are far along, we can schedule you for a transvaginal ultrasound in a few weeks to find out exactly how far you are. But congratulations! Looks like you won’t be needing to do the IVF anymore,” the doctor explained.

  “Holy shit!” Greg yelled standing up and pulling me to him.

  I was shaking and in complete and utter shock. Did she just say I was pregnant??!

  “Babe!” Greg said pushing me away from him and looking down in my face. “Babe, did you hear what she said? We’re having a baby!”

  “For real? You aren’t just playing with me right?” I asked the doctor looking back at her and pleading with my eyes. This was crazy. This was crazy!

  I had wanted this for so long, I couldn’t BELIEVE this was really true. All this time I had been hoping and praying, begging God to give me this baby and here I was when I least expected it.

  I looked at Greg and grinned wide. We had been through so much, and there had been days I wondered if I even wanted this baby with him still. But he was a good dad to Brandon. And he said he loved me. I knew I loved him. The extra shit with Summer I guess we would have to figure it out.

  “I’m gonna be a mom?” I asked both Doctor Stein and Greg.

  “You are,” the doctor said grinning at me.

  “You are gonna be the best mom there is, babe,” Greg said pulling me toward him and hugging me close. I couldn’t help the tears that fell out of my eyes as he hugged me. I was gonna be a mom. Finally. I didn’t know when I’d ever been happier in my whole life.

  19

  Lucas

  “Baby, slow down, I don’t understand,” I said as I made my way to Rigs’ mother’s house in Coral Gables. This morning, he had called me frantic, but none of what he was saying made sense.

  “I don’t know what to do, Lucas. I don’t know,” Rigs said into the phone.

  “Shit,” I cursed under my breath as I turned down their street. I had no idea what he was going on about, but I was about to find out because I was pulling up to the house in a few seconds.

  “I’m almost their babe. Just chill,” I said as I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.

  Jumping out, I ran to the front door and banged on it. Within seconds, the door flew open, and Rigs was standing on the other side. He looked scared, and immediately, I knew something was wrong.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked as I pulled him into the house and grabbed his face.

  “City. He sent one of his boys, who threw this in the house,” he said and pointed to the floor a few feet away.

  The window was shattered, and there was a brick with a note lying on top of the broken glass.

  I walked over and picked it up. The note said, Count your days, nigga. You and your mama. I know.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked.

  “My mama fucked up, Lucas,” Rigs said and started pacing. He looked worried, and for the first time, I got scared.

  I walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders, so he could look at me.

  “Babe, stop. Look at me and chill. What are you talking about?” I asked.

  He looked at me and started crying. I couldn’t do anything but pull him close to me and hold him. He pulled away from me and exhaled then shook his head.

  “You know my pops been in the hospital from a hit and run, right?” he started. I nodded. “I had a friend of mine who works for the city and could pull the cameras in the area. He did and showed me that my mom’s car was the car that ran ov
er my dad.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Not just that, but he has a picture of her getting out the car half a mile away from the house at a gas station. When I asked her about it, she confessed that she did it because she was mad at my dad,” he explained.

  “Mad? About what?” I asked in shock.

  “Mad about some money he wants me to pay him back. And honestly, still mad about him leaving her. She said she hated him and wanted him dead. But now she’s sorry and wished it never happened,” he explained.

  “Shit,” I said and wiped my hand down my face.

  “I was gonna try to figure out how to cover that shit up. But my friend went to City and showed him the same footage. Now that nigga wants blood. He’s gonna kill us, Lucas. Me and my mother over this shit. He’s fucking crazy, and I don’t know what to do,” he said.

  “No,” I said and grabbed his face. “That’s not happening. Over my dead body. What your mother did was fucked up, but you’re not paying with your life. Not if I have anything to do with it.”

  “I was trying to figure if I could just leave the state with my mom and go somewhere far. But my funds been low for a long time. I’m behind on bills at home and at the shop. I gave most of the money pops gave me to my mom because she owed a lot on her house or she was facing foreclosure. The rest I used to try to get right side up with the shop, but I have no savings and no money,” he explained.

  “You don’t need to worry about that,” I said and shook my head. “That job me and Guwop did brought in a lot of money. He got most of it cashed out and stashed in his safe. Remember the plan I told you about a while back? Ima use this situation you have with City to my advantage and set him up today. I’ll take the money, and we can go somewhere. Me, you, and your mom can start over. Real talk. I got you.”

  “For real?” Rigs asked, looking up at me and smiling.

  “For real,” I said.

  “How you gonna do this thing with City?” he asked me.

  “I have a plan. You still got the editing program on your computer that you told me about the other day?” I asked.

  He nodded.

  “Aight, cool. Take your computer and some of your shit. Go to my place. Use your key. I don’t want you staying here tonight, and no one will expect you to be with me. I’ll be back, and we can get this shit underway,” I said and reached for my phone.

  “Okay, babe,” Rigs said.

  I turned to look at him. “You trust me, bae?” I asked him genuinely.

  He looked at me with a serious expression. “I do.”

  “I love you,” I said and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead.

  “I love you too,” he said.

  I left and pulled my phone out to call City.

  “Yo,” his voice said over the line after it rang a couple times.

  “Aye, you busy? I need to talk to you,” I said.

  “What’s up? I’m at the shop,” he replied.

  “Aight, I’m gonna swing through. We got some shit to discuss, but bigger than that, I got some information about Rigs that I need to talk to you about,” I said.

  “Rigs? What you know about him?” City asked me, and I knew I had his interest.

  “I’m coming by. See you in ’bout fifteen,” I said then hung up.

  Fifteen minutes later

  I walked into City Ink a little nervous and wondering if I would be able to pull this off. But I had the plan in my head, so we would see.

  “What’s up?” I asked when I stepped in and saw City.

  “’Let’s go talk out back,” he said and nodded at the back of the shop.

  I followed him, but as I did, I pulled my phone out and turned the recording app on. I held the phone in my hand like usual and went with him to the back where we could have some privacy.

  “So, first off, I just wanna say that I don’t know why me and you fell out. We used to be cool, and then we weren’t. It didn’t make sense. So, I’m coming to you to see if we can move past that shit,” I said.

  I was lying through my teeth because all I wanted to do was punch this nigga in the face. But I had a bigger plan that I had to run with.

  “I appreciate that. I don’t know why we fell out either. One minute we were cool, the next it looked like you was buggin’. So, I just fell back. But, if you cool, I’m cool. It’s all G,” City said.

  “You been good?” I asked.

  “Yeah, for the most part, except niggas been moving funny, and I’m not with the shit,” he said.

  “Who you mean?” I asked.

  “That mother fucker Rigs,” City said and shook his head. “What you gotta tell me about him exactly?”

  I leaned forward like I was trying to whisper to him, but I really wanted to get the recorder as close to him as I could.

  “Word on the street is Rigs tryna set something up to rob one of our people,” I started.

  “Who?” City asked and raised his eyebrow.

  “Who else we run with other than you and me?” I asked and sat back.

  “Guwop,” City said, taken aback.

  I nodded. “Yup. Some of his people came through to one of my spots, and when I looked through my shit, I found some of my money missing too,” I said.

  “The fuck? This nigga just out here robbin’ people. You know what you gotta do though, right?” he said.

  “What needs to be done?” I asked.

  “Get at that nigga and snatch that shit,” he said with force in his voice. “I been tryna find him cuz I got my own separate beef with him, but if you find him first, you need to make sure you handle your shit.”

  I nodded.

  “I don’t know nothin’ about that nigga, though. What’s his story?” I asked.

  “Nigga weird as fuck, man. I been knowing him my whole life, obviously. He don’t work for shit, just stay takin’ from everyone around him. I been ignoring some of the shit he been on, but lately, he’s been moving crazy. I don’t give a fuck no more. He don’t deserve none of the shit he got. If it was up to me, I’d take all his shit and put a bullet in his head.”

  “Damn, it’s like that for real?” I asked.

  I was mad as fuck that City was talking about my nigga like that, but I was making myself keep it together.

  “Hell yeah, man. He a bitch ass nigga. My pops gave him some money, and he turned around and gave that shit to his mom. I don’t ever ask pops for nothin’. I know I’m a real ass nigga who don’t need to have my hand out. But, you think about it. That money he got could’ve been put to better use. Shit, I know better things to do with that shit than what he ’bout to do. He stay takin’ shit that don’t belong to him. I’m, and I’m ’bout to do something about that shit,” City said.

  I nodded then stood. I’d gotten enough.

  “Yeah, well, I wanted to come through to see if you heard anything about Rigs and to let you know I heard he was planning to get at Guwop. I got some shit I gotta handle, though, so I’ll get at you later,” I said and dapped him up.

  “Aight, we’ll talk,” City said.

  I got out the shop and went back to my car excited because I thought I had something I could work with. Soon enough, once I got back to my place, Rigs was already there on the couch waiting for me.

  “How did it go?” he asked as I walked in.

  “Good, I think,” I said then pulled my phone out and connected it to his laptop. “Okay, catch this,” I said as I opened his editing program.

  “I gotta move some things around, but look at this,” I said. I played back the first part of the recording. My voice came over the recording.

  “You been good?”

  Then City’s said, “Yeah for the most part. Except niggas been moving funny and I’m not with the shit.”

  “We’ll keep that part,” I said. “I need to edit this next part, though.”

  For the next hour and thirty minutes, I went back and forth over what City and I both said while I was at his shop, deleting parts of his sentence and shu
ffling around parts so the recording sounded the way I wanted it to sound. I knew I couldn’t move too much because I needed the inflections to flow and for it to be smooth. But at the end of it all, I had an edited recording that sounded legitimate.

  “Okay, you ready to hear the final product?” I asked Rigs as I leaned back in my chair and rubbing my hands together.

  “Yeah, let’s go,” he said, and I pressed play. We listened in silence as the recording played.

  “You been good?”

  “Yeah, for the most part. Except niggas been moving funny, and I’m not with the shit.”

  “Who you mean?”

  “Guwop. This nigga just out here robbin’ people.”

  “What needs to be done?” my voice asked.

  “Get at that nigga and snatch that shit,” City’s voice said. “Nigga weird as fuck, man. I been knowin’ him my whole life, obviously. He don’t work for shit, just stay takin’ from everyone around him. I been ignoring some of the shit he been on, but lately, he been moving crazy. I don’t give a fuck no more. He don’t deserve none of the shit he got. If it was up to me, I’d take all his shit and put a bullet in his head.”

  “Damn, it’s like that for real?”

  “Hell yeah, man. He a bitch ass nigga. That money he got could’ve been put to better use. Shit, I know better things to do with that shit than what he ’bout to do. He stay takin’ shit that don’t belong to him. I’m ’bout to do something about that shit.”

  “And there you have it. The perfect set up. Now, all I gotta do is go back to Guwop’s when I know he’s gone and take the money that’s in the safe from the job. Then, when he finds out it’s missing, I can play this shit back for him. The three of us are the only ones who got keys to the safe. He told me that. With this coming out of City’s mouth, I can tell G I confronted City about the money and this is what he said. The two of them can get at each other. Meanwhile, me and you will be long gone with the money. What you think, babe?” I said and grinned.

  Rigs pulled me to him and kissed me roughly. “You so fucking smart, baby. That is genius,” he said.