by Dior, London
“I know, I mean, I just wish that you guys could talk or maybe Keem could talk some sense into him. He just wants money…” My voice trailed off, knowing that I was only fooling myself. It was more than money, and now that Jabari knew that I was with Wise, things were about to get really ugly.
“So you basically asking me to pay that man for disrespecting me? Come on Milan. I know you not that green. It ain’t gone happen smoothly unless one of us get out the way.”
I nodded again. “Well, I don’t want to talk about that anymore.”
“And I don’t either.” He smirked leaning in and nestling his nose in the crook of my neck. “I’ve been waiting for a long time to have you to myself again. I’ll be damned if I lose you this time.”
His lips dusted across my skin, causing me to moan. Everywhere he touched left a trail of small fires, and my nipples poked out with awareness.
“Can I have you, Milan?” He asked, but I think it was more of a rhetorical question because he had already began to unbutton my pants. I stood there, bracing myself for Wise’s loving. Shit, my mouth was watering, I was so ready for him.
My phone began to ring, temporarily interrupting us. “Fuck that phone Milan.” He roared, his voice full of lust.
I tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing back to back. I let out a sigh. “Maybe I should get that Wise.” I told him breathlessly.
“Damn, man!” He cursed, releasing me from his hold.
I walked back to the couch, grabbing my phone. It was my mother calling. My brows furrowed as I answered.
“Hello?”
“Milan!! Jabari’s crazy ass here trying to take these kids… No Jabari, come over here babies… Aww shit, he done got the kids.” My mother was yelling frantically into the phone and my heart dropped! How did Jabari get my kids, and why was he playing with me? I hopped off of Wise’s lap and we were out of his house in time.
Chapter Eleven
Jabari
I knew that Milan was going to be blowing my phone up after I picked up my kids. These my ma’fucking kids. I didn’t know what she was thinking! She was treating me like some peon… like she forgot who the fuck I was. She may have thought I was down bad, but I was still that nigga that got shit done.
Then she had that punk ass nigga get on the phone. I started to snatch up his daughter too and see how much shit he would be talking then, but I had other plans for his punk ass.
I looked at my phone and turned it completely off, as I pulled into Jamella’s driveway.
“Unt uhh, Jabari. I know that you didn’t have me rush all the way over to yo’ house just so you could pick up yo’ kids. Where ya’ baby momma at? She gone flip the fuck out.” She complained, looking into the backseat at the kids. I didn’t want to bring them to her dirty ass house, but she was the only option that I had until I made my move, which would be soon. Milan and Wise had me fucked up. Now they wasn’t getting the kids until I said so.
“Man stop complaining! I told her ass that our kids needed to bond. I’m not fucking with her no more and the kids need to get used to you ‘cause you gone be around.” I lied smoothly, stroking her ego.
Her face lit up. “Really, Jabari? You leaving her for me and Janarius, finally?” She was all happy and she just didn’t know, once I got my shit together, I was dropping her ass with the quickness. A bitch like Jamella could never keep me satisfied. She was lucky that I slipped up and popped my seed in her.
“Yeah, you the only broad that got a nigga back for real.”
I fed her some more bullshit, as we made it into the house. I needed her on board to keep these kids until I figured out what I wanted to do. I know for damn sure, Wise and Milan weren’t about to sit up and play house with my fuckin’ kids.
“Yep, I’m all yours,” I smiled, pulling her to me. I kissed her lips. “You gone hold a nigga down?” I asked, staring into her eyes.
She nodded her head yes.
“That’s what I want to hear. Now, I need you to keep the kids while I go get some of my shit together and bring it here. Is that cool?”
“You’re moving in too?” She squealed with a grin a mile wide.
“Yep, I just need your car right quick to hit a few corners. Then I’m all yours.”
“Whatever you want, baby. Hurry back,” She cooed as I headed for the door. That’s why I couldn’t fuck with her ditzy ass. She was dumb as a box of rocks!
I met Jamella at the strip club about a year before I got locked up. She walked into that ma’fucka like she owned it. I mean her hair was on point, her outfit screamed that bitch, and her body had a nigga damn near drooling. There was a room full of naked bitches, but she was the shit.
She wasn’t a dancer. She was there with her girls. They had a little booth across from mine. We kept giving each other the eye and eventually I said fuck it and approached her. It took less than ten words to get her in the bathroom and her lips around my dick. Then and there I knew the bitch was a runner… just fine for no reason at all.
Her head game was A1 so I kept her around. Plus, other than Milan, she was the only broad that semi-tried to hold me down when I got locked up. So I kept fucking with her. A baby wasn’t part of the deal though. I shook my head as I headed out the door.
When I made it to the car, and pulled off, I turned my phone back on and called Milan. She answered on the first ring.
“Oh my God, Jabari. Why did you take my kids? When are you bringing them back?” She sounded all panicked, like she wasn’t talking mad shit just two hours ago.
I had to laugh at her ass.“You got a lot of ma’fucking nerve. Come take ‘em back!” With that, I hung up on her ass. What was she gone do, call the police and tell them that I kidnapped my own kids?
I pushed Milan to the back of my mind, pulling up to the crib. Milan had fucked up most of my clothes and I needed a place to stay now that I was done with that bitch. So I went to my safe that I kept stashed in the basement and cleared it out, then I headed to the room and grabbed the few pieces that she didn’t fuck up.
I swear, I was getting angrier by the minute. I actually loved Milan. She was my heart. I didn’t mean to be fucked up, but that shit was just in me. I was going to get it right for her ass one day. I was going to be that nigga she needed like back in the day. But, her snake ass fucked it up, and I hoped she didn’t think that I was going to just let her ride out into the sunset with that nigga Wise. I’d kill her first.
Chapter Twelve
Wise
I did a hundred on the dash, all the way to Milan’s mother’s house. All I could think about was Melanie. If Jabari hurt my kid, I didn’t know exactly what I would do. All I knew was that the beast would come out of me. It had been a minute since I had to get dirty, and since I was maturing, and ready to settle down and do the family thing, I was trying to leave that beefing shit in my past. But, Jabari was going to get what he was asking for.
“So what did he say?” I asked Milan, looking over at the crazy expression on her face. I knew that shit was going to get real, but I didn’t mean for her kids to get involved with the bullshit.
She was looking mad as hell. “He said for me to come take the kids. Now he done pissed me off. I understand that he’s mad, but what kind of person plays with people’s kids? I mean, he probably can’t even afford to buy them dinner!” She was now starting to yell. I wanted her to get mad. I wanted her to bring out her beast, so that she could turn her feelings off and see what needs to be done.
“Did he get Melanie too?” I asked the million dollar question. I held my breath, waiting for her answer.
“I don’t know. He hung up the damn phone! I swear, I’m going to kill that motherfucka myself. I don’t even care anymore.”
I just nodded as we pulled up to Mrs. Smith’s house. As soon as we hit the driveway, Melanie came running out of the door. I hopped out and grabbed her, letting out a sigh of relief.
“Ooooh daddy! The kids’ daddy came over here and took them. He was being mean to my
grandma and everything.”
I looked into her face as she spoke. “And what did you do?”
She smacked her lips. “I ran and hided. I wasn’t about to go with him. I don’t know what you thought.” She was so animated. Her little ass was a trip. It pissed me off even more that she had to go through that.
She looked at Milan. “I’m sorry aun-, I mean momma. I wanted to help them but he was tripping.”
Milan forced on a smile, but I knew that she was worried. “It’s okay baby. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” Then she focused on me. “I’m about to call dumbass back and see what’s going on. I might ride by the house to see if he’s there.”
I shook my head. “Naw, you ain’t about to go around his punk ass by yourself.”
“Jabari wouldn’t hurt me. I’ll be ok.” She pressed the phone to her ear, and began to talk. I just stood there, listening to her conversation. I swear that I was murdering that nigga!
Milan looked relieved when she hung up. “He wants me to meet him at the house. Hopefully he will be there with my kids and I will be able to get them and get the hell away from his crazy ass!” She said, walking towards her car. She was so in a rush that she wasn’t even thinking straight. Something wasn’t right. Jabari’s punk ass wasn’t just going to hand those kids over that easily. That’s why I went into the house and asked Mrs. Smith to keep Melanie for a few more hours, then I headed to Milan’s house.
Chapter Thirteen
Milan
Jabari is crazy, and I’m going to the house alone to meet him. Shit, I didn’t consider that when I left my mother’s house. Maybe I should have allowed Wise to come with me, I thought as I pulled into the driveway. There was a car parked in front of me and I wondered who it belonged to, and if Jabari had someone in there waiting to get me.
I never thought the day would come that I would be this afraid of Jabari. And all of this was over some bullshit! It’s crazy that he could dog me out, then when the shoes were on the other foot, he turned into a maniac.
I looked at the house, then reached into my glove box and pulled out my taser that was shaped like a cell phone. It wasn’t a gun, but if he was on some bullshit, I was going to tase the fuck out of him.
I hopped out, clutching the taser and made my way into the house. It was small enough to conceal in my hand, so Jabari wouldn’t suspect it if I had to hit his ass.
When I walked into the door, all the lights were on and I cautiously swept my eyes across the room, looking for any signs of bullshit. I followed the noise of the TV to the living room, thinking my kids were in there. My antennas flew up when I saw that it was empty. Why the hell were cartoons playing, and where the hell was Jabari?
Something definitely wasn’t right and I told myself that I needed to get the hell out of the house before Jabari tried to kill my ass. When I turned around, Jabari had appeared from thin air. “Boo!” He shouted, causing me to jump back, with my hand to my chest. He scared the fuck out of me.
Jabari burst into laughter. “Look at yo’ scary ass. Talking all that shit over the phone and won’t bust a grape at a fruit fight.” He shook his head, walking toward me, and I backed away.
“Gone somewhere Jabari.” I shot, trying my best not to show that I was scared. I had temporarily forgotten about the taser in my hand until now. I fumbled with it and put my finger on the on switch.
“Naw, how the fuck you gone play me like that after all we been through?” I didn’t know if his face was angered or if it was disappointment. It may have been a mixture of both.
“Where the kids at, Jabari?”
He was still inching closer and my heart was beating.
“They good. But, I know you didn’t think that I was about to let you play me like that.” He lunged toward me and I hit the on button, tasering the hell out of him. His body began to jerk, and I held it there for a minute. I knew that the taser wouldn’t hold out for long. So once I felt that it stung him enough, I took off running out of the door. My chest hurt, I was so scared. I kept looking back as I ran, and before I knew it, I ran into something hard and stumbled back.
I almost died until I saw that it was Wise. His face was screwed up. “What the fuck is going on, Milan? What did that nigga do to you…”
***
Wise
“Oh my Goodness, Wise!” Milan ran into my arms, falling into my chest. “He tried to get me. He didn’t have the kids with him! He was going to get me!” She squealed, breaking down. I swear, it hurt a nigga’s pride.
I wanted to stand there and comfort her, but I was past enraged. Murder was on my mind, and I was going to handle that nigga tonight. I moved Milan out of the way, then snatched my .22 off of my hip. “Go sit in the car and lock the doors Milan. I called Keem and he should be pulling up any minute.” I instructed her, watching until she got into her car. “Start it!” I yelled. “And pull off if shit gets to popping!”
With that, I turned and made my way toward the house cautiously. There wasn’t no telling what that fool had up his sleeve, and I was going to shoot first, and not even worry about the questions.
I eased into the house, slowly assessing every inch it. “Where is this ma’fucka?” I thought, bracing myself for him to just pop out. Every time I thought about the fuck shit he was doing, I squeezed my pistol tighter.
“Man, where the fuck you at, pussy? Come take this ass whooping like a man!” I finally yelled, tired of playing games with him.
It was like crickets in this ma’fucka. I had basically searched the house and didn’t find no signs of him. “Why you hiding, fuck boy?” I continued to yell. I knew that his punk ass was in the house because I never saw him come out.
I finally heard shuffling in the back room, and ran back that way. Damn, what if he had his piece too? I didn’t even think about that. I slowed my pace with the quickness, tip-toeing my way to the back. The door was partially closed, and the lights were out. This shit was a set up and I wasn’t the nigga to fall for it.
I started letting shots off into the door. Fuck going in for him to bombard me. After letting off about five shots, I heard the front door slam, and Milan got to honking her horn. Then and there, I knew he tricked me to get to the back so that he could make his getaway. Fuck, he wasn’t getting off that easily.
Chapter Fourteen
Jabari
I heard them gunshots and knew that I had to get the fuck on. I didn’t have my piece on me to clap back, and I wasn’t catching a bullet tonight. I can’t believe that Milan would bring that nigga with her. When I saw her, I was going to fuck her up for the way she was disrespecting me. Everybody was sleeping on ya’ boy since I ain’t carrying it like I used to. I think it’s time to remind them who Big Jay is.
I hit the door and ran to my ride. I didn’t even see Milan still parked behind me in the driveway until she started honking her horn, and she better move the fuck out the way before I rammed into her shit.
I put the car in reverse, then I started backing out of the driveway. She was still blowing her horn, but she moved that ma’fucka out the way. I took off down the street, just as Wise came running out of the crib. Fuck his punk ass and Milan too. She tasered the fuck out of my ass. That caught me off guard and I can’t even front, that shit hurt. I didn’t think she had it in her. But she just didn’t know, I’ll keep the kids and she won’t ever see ‘em again.
I looked into my rear view mirror, only to see that Milan was following me. I had got low on the cops plenty of times, so I knew it wouldn’t be nothing to get rid of her. I hit a sharp left onto 7 mile, swerving so that I wouldn’t hit the car coming, then I made a quick left onto Sussex. A bus blew its horn at me because I was inches from hitting it, but I sped down the road, hitting two more corners until I was sure that I lost her.
Now that I knew that Milan was on some bullshit, I had to reevaluate things. I had the upper hand as long as I had the kids. Hell yeah! If she wanted them back, that nigga Wise was gon’ have to come up off that bread, and
I was going to use it to get the hell up out of Michigan.
After riding for another twenty minutes, circling Jamella’s block, I finally pulled into the driveway and hopped out, making my way inside. My face instantly turned sour when I walked into her junky ass house, then my babies were screaming like somebody was trying to kill them. Jabari Jr. ran to me and held on to my legs.
“She hit me!” He whined, as Kayla came running to me too. I picked them both up, placing one in each arm, then I made my way to the back room, where Jamella was laying in the bed. “Why the fuck yo’ nasty ass laying up in all this junk? And why my son talking about you hit him?”
Her face twisted into a scowl. “Because I did! Don’t come checking me. I whoop kids. If you don’t want me putting my hands on them, then don’t leave them with me. Little terrorist.”
I swear, if I didn’t have my babies in my arms, I would have smacked the shit out of her smart mouth, trifling ass! I just walked out of the room and put the kids in Janarius’ bedroom. “Y’all stay in here for a minute. Daddy will be back.” They nodded.
I walked back into Jamella’s bedroom, closing the door. Before she could even realize what was happening, I had snatched her trifling ass up by the collar, and pulled her close so that we could be face-to-face. “Don’t you ever in yo’ life put yo’ hands on those two. Do you understand me?” I growled.
She nodded her head yes, then I released her, throwing her back on the bed. I began to fumble with my belt buckle, pulling it from the loops. I was about to show her ass that I wasn’t the one for the disrespect.
“I said yes, Jabari. Unt uhh, what you about to do with that belt?” She whined.
I ignored her, as I folded the belt in half and began to beat her ass like a bad ass kid that stole something. She got to jumping, and scrambling around the room. I cracked her ass until I felt like she had enough. By the time that I finished, she was balled up in the corner, whimpering.
