That East Side Love 2

by Lucinda John

  “You got life fucked up if you think your baby mama gon’ let that happen,” I laughed.

  “Man you sleep! She knows what it is.”

  “I’m telling you grab that bitch by the neck and start fucking her,” Choppa said doing the Rich Homie dance, causing us to fall out laughing.

  “That nigga tryna sleep in the pussy, not catch a rape charge,” I said passing the blunt to Choppa.

  “Shit, that's the only way he gon’ get it,” Choppa shrugged.

  “On the real y’all niggas found some bitches to team up with us?”

  “I met this fine lil’ baby, she got a homegirl that’s supposed to come through. Imma check them out,” Rich replied.

  “Imma about to put Lona ass to work, you know she feeling a nigga,” Choppa added.

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “Yeah, Lona is well behaved, she know what’s up.”

  “My nigga,” I said dapping him up.

  “Bobby behaving?” I asked.

  “Yup, that nigga ain’t making no noise, he up to something tho’,” Rich replied.

  “I know, he sleep if he think I’m about to lay down and let him get over on me.” I bit the inside of my jaw.

  “I don’t know why you don’t let me smoke him.” Choppa sucked his teeth.

  “If you look at it in a business perspective, we need him. You know them yanks ain’t finna fuck with us like that without Bobby. Hell, the way we taxing his ass we making more money letting him run the West than we would if we kill him and take that side over. Think about it, them niggas ain’t about to cop weight from us and let us be on top.”

  “You right,” they agreed.

  “One wrong move tho’ and I’m sending that nigga to his bitch ass uncle,” I laughed.

  “That’s real,” Choppa replied.

  “That package good?” I asked referring to the package he picked up from JoJo.

  “Yeah it was straight.”

  “Good, let’s count this money so I can get home to wifey,” I said walking inside.

  Chapter 9

  Diamond

  I woke up to the smell of bacon and a growling stomach. Following my nose, I ended up in the kitchen watching Zoe cook while the kids sat at the table and ate. Walking back into my room, I undressed and started brushing my teeth while the shower got to the perfect temperature. I jumped in the shower, washed my body, rinsed off, and a towel to dry off.

  I don't remember what time it was when Zoe walked in, but I do remember him smelling like Victoria’s Secret Pure Seduction. Thinking about that shit pissed me off all over again. Who the fucks jumps in one bitch's bed smelling like the next bitch? I understood that we weren't together but that was still some disrespectful shit to do.

  Rummaging through my closet, I searched for something to wear. Today was my five-month checkup and I was finally going to find out the sex of my baby. Deciding on a pair of maternity blue jeans shorts, white t-shirt, and a pair of white Adidas, I brushed my hair into a ponytail, put my diamond studs in my ear and admired my new body. I loved being pregnant. After the morning sickness and fatigue subsided, I had a wonderful pregnancy. I was amazed at how my once flat stomach was now big and round; it was like my stomach blew up overnight. I wasn't complaining because I was in love with my baby and everything he or she was doing for me. My skin was now glowing, I had more ass and thighs, my hair grew longer, and so did my nails.

  I grabbed my pregnancy journal that was filled with questions for my doctor, my wallet and keys and was about to head downstairs until I remembered I forgot my phone. I searched the bed for my phone and found it under my pillow. Scrolling through my notifications I decided to clear my over filled voicemail.

  The last message was sent last night from Zoe. I was about to delete it because all I could hear was rummaging, until I started hearing moaning. I took the phone off speaker and put it to my ear and was listening in on Zoe fucking some bitch. I wanted to make excuses for him, but when I heard the familiar groan, tears filled my eyes. I knew he was single and free to do him, but that didn't stop me from hurting.

  "Why you in here looking evil? Go feed my baby." Zoe walked in the room.

  He pulled his t-shirt from over his head and stripped down to his boxers. Dropping down to the floor, he started doing his morning push-ups. This was something Zoe did every morning before he took a shower. For a quick second I forgot I was mad at him and found myself drooling. With every flex of his muscles, my pussy started to get wetter and wetter.

  "Diamond, go eat before you make us late," he said getting up.

  "Fuck you Zoe!" I snapped. "I'm going on my own, don't bother to come."

  "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

  "You! How the fuck you leave from fucking a bitch and come in my bed like it's all good?" I asked on the verge of crying. The only thing I disliked about my pregnancy was how emotional the baby was making me.

  "Diamond, chill out before you stress my baby."

  "This ain't your fucking baby!" I yelled out of anger.

  When I saw the way Zoe's jaw clenched, I wish I could take those words back. I didn't really mean it I just wanted to hit him below the belt because I was hurting. Every time I was going to make a decision to be with either Bobby or Zoe, they did something to fuck it up. I was so sick and tired of hurting behind two niggas that claimed they loved me.

  "That's how you feel?" he asked inching closer to me.

  "I said it didn't I?"

  BOOM!

  Zoe punched a hole in the wall above my head, his sweat dripping from his forehead onto my skin as he huffed and puffed while looking down at me. I could feel his anger dripping through my body as he gave me the death stare.

  "You know what Diamond, fuck you!" he said walking away.

  Zoe grabbed his phone and stormed out of the room. I heard him say 'bye' to Kay, and call out for Ian to get ready and leave with him. I watched out of the room window as Zoe got in his car and drove off. I wanted to kick myself for being so insensitive to Zoe's feelings. This baby meant everything to him and I shouldn't have come at him the way I did. Reality of the situation was that this baby may or may not be his, but I wasn't trying to purposely throw it in his face.

  "DeeDee are you ok?" Kay asked.

  "Yes baby, I'm fine, are you ready to go?"

  "Yes," she smiled. "Can you put my hair in a ponytail?"

  "Ok, come here.” I gestured for Kay to come over to me.

  I pulled her box braids into a ponytail allowing a few strands of her hair to fall to the side of her face. I gave her the once over and made sure she was good before we left. When I made it to the doctor’s office, I let out a sigh of relief when I noticed it wasn’t packed. As soon as I signed in, the nurse handed me a cup to pee in then led me to the examination room.

  My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I walked inside the room and saw Zoe sitting in her chair with his head leaned back and his fitted cap covering his face. Zoe’s cologne filled up the room causing my stomach to swarm with butterflies. Looking him over, he was sexier than he looked when he left my house. He changed into a muscle t-shirt that showed off his ripped arms. His dreads were dangling down on his face so he flipped his head back causing his locks to fall to his back.

  “Hey Zoe,” Kay spoke causing him to sit up. “Where is Ian?”

  “Ian is with my mom,” he smiled grabbing Kay for a hug.

  He didn’t even look my way or acknowledge that I was there. The doctor walked in and told me to lie back on the bed. She squeezed the cold gel on my belly and used the Doppler to search for the baby’s heartbeat. My little munchkin's heartbeat filled the room as a smile spread across the face.

  “Are you ready to find out what you are having?” the doctor asked.

  “Yes,” I smiled.

  She turned on the monitor screen and we were blessed with the image of my little blessing. The doctor pointed out all of the baby’s body part and took pictures of them. I watched the screen in amazement
as I studied how active my baby was.

  “Are you ready to know what the sex of the baby,” she smiled, typing on the screen.

  “Hell yeah!” Zoe called out when he read the words ‘It’s a girl.’

  A girl, wow, I thought as I smiled over at Zoe who was excited. Since Ian was in his life, he always told me how he wanted a little girl to complete him. I couldn’t be as excited as I wanted to because there was a chance this baby wasn’t his. I didn’t want Zoe feeling excited only to end up disappointed if the baby wasn’t his. That’s why I barely talked about the baby when he was around.

  The doctor finished up with my appointment, then gave me my next visit date. Zoe talked with the doctor and got a printed copy of my ultrasound before saying his ‘goodbye’ to Kay and leaving. I wanted to say something to him but I knew he was still pissed about today.

  “Is Zoe ok?” Kay asked as we walked to my car.

  “Yes.”

  “Ok. Where are we going now?” Kay asked.

  “To Tootsie’s house, I’m going to get my hair done.”

  I texted Tootsie to let him know we were on our way and to make sure to have food. I stopped at the bank and withdrew some money from my account. My stomach started to rumble so I bought myself an eight- piece box of chicken from KFC and a two- piece meal for Kay.

  As I walking to Tootsie's front door, a guy bumped into me causing my chicken to fall. I wanted to cry so bad because I was really craving that greasy ass chicken. I was about to snap on his fuckin’ ass until his looks caught me off guard. The mysterious man stood about 5’9, with smooth caramel skin. Sweat dripped from his abs and fell to the floor, as he stood there flashing me one of the sexiest smiles I ever seen. My mouth went dry as I stared at his bare chest taking the Haitian flag that was tattooed over his heart. Great, another Haitian I thought, rolling my eyes.

  “Damn ma, I’m so sorry,” he said. “Let me replace it for you.”

  “How are you going to do that?” I asked.

  “I’mma go to KFC and reorder your chicken, I don’t want the baby to starve on my behalf,” he nodded towards my belly.

  “Mmm, ok,” I shrugged.

  “Where are you heading?” he asked. “So I can bring you the chicken.”

  “I’m heading to my friend’s house,” I said unsure if I should tell him where Tootsie stay.

  “You mean the gay dude?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Check me out, give me your number, and when I get back I’ll call you to come get the chicken.”

  I didn’t reply, I just gave him a look that said ‘nigga you ain’t slick.’

  “I know what you thinking, but it’s not like that,” he smiled.

  “I don’t give out my number to strangers.”

  “I’m Justice,” he said extending his hand out for me to shake it.

  “I’m Diamond,” I shook his hand.

  “Nice to meet you Diamond,” he said handing me his phone.

  “After you replace my chicken, I want my number deleted,” I said as I punched my number in his phone.

  “Whatever you say,” he smirked.

  I watched as he jogged over to an all-white Ford Taurus and got in. He honked his horn at me before he sped off down the street. Picking up the box of chicken that was on the floor, I trashed it then walked inside Tootsie’s house.

  “You sneaky hoe,” Tootsie greeted me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I saw you and sexy ass Justice outside.”

  “You know him?”

  “Do I? His fine ass used to have me living over his yellow ass, too bad he’s straight.”

  “All he’s doing is replacing my chicken he dropped.”

  “That’s how it starts off,” he smirked.

  “Bye Felicia.”

  “It’s gon’ be bye Justice, when Zoe crazy ass finds out.”

  “Are you gon do my hair or what?” I asked changing the subject.

  “How you want it done?”

  Before I could reply an unknown number was calling my phone.

  “Hello… Yeah… Ok, I’m coming,” I said into the phone before hanging up.

  I went outside and saw Justice standing by the door with a twenty-piece box of chicken in his hand. I grabbed the food thanked him and closed the door. When I walked inside, Tootsie was looking at me sideways. I paid him no mind. I just grabbed the bottle of Texas Pete hot sauce and fucked up ten pieces out of the twenty.

  “Damn fat ass,” Tootsie said grabbing a box of chicken out of the box.

  “What? I’m eating for two.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I saw her today.”

  “Her? It’s a girl.”

  “Yes,” I beamed.

  “Yay, I have me a god daughter!!!”

  “You, Star and Sky,” I laughed.

  “Them hoes know I’m number one. Come sit your nappy headed ass down so I can do something to that mess on your head.”

  I sat down in the chair and allowed Tootsie to work his magic. I got to the point where I trusted him to freestyle. When Tootsie was braiding my hair down for a sew-in, my phone buzzed three times, alerting me that I receive three text messages.

  Zoe: Where you at?

  Me: Getting my hair done.

  9548589696: Did you enjoy the chicken?

  Me: yes thank you.

  Star: When the fuck was you gon’ call me to tell me the sex?

  Me: sorry bae, it’s a girl.

  Zoe: At Tootsie’s house?

  Me: Yeah.

  Zoe: I’m coming by to scoop up Kay, I’m taking her and Ian to Gameworks.

  Me: Ok.

  9548589696: I’m sorry again.

  Me: it’s cool.

  Zoe: I be there in thirty minutes.

  Me: Cool.

  Star: Mmm hmm.

  Me: I love you too.

  “Bitch Imma need you to get off the phone so I can finish your hair,” Tootsie snapped.

  “My bad.” I put the phone down and allowed Tootsie to finish up my hair.

  Chapter 10

  Beamer

  "Where you going?" Bobby asked as he walked in on me packing a bag.

  "I'm heading to Sarasota to visit my moms," I replied still packing my bag.

  "How long will you be gone?"

  "Two days the most, I just want to get at her real quick."

  "Mmm ok, you still got me on that thing?" he asked referring to me getting the rotation of Zoe's traps.

  "Zoe ain't fucking with me right now."

  "Well forget that shit out!" he angrily spat.

  Bobby was becoming obsessed with learning Zoe's operation. Numerous of times I told him that he was playing with fire, but he assured me he knew what he was doing. I couldn't stand Zoe, but I wouldn't wish any harm his way, so I was on the fence about going through with Bobby's sick plan.

  "Arrrrrrrrrrrg." I ran to the bathroom and made it just in time.

  I was eight weeks pregnant and going through the motion. All of this was new to me because I didn't remember these symptoms when I was pregnant with my first child. Thinking back on my first pregnancy, the only reason I wanted that baby was because Zoe was excited to be a father. I was ok with having an abortion, but he swore this baby would make us a power couple.

  When Zoe was sentenced to a five-year deportation, I had no desire in keeping this baby. I was too young to be struggling with a kid on my own, so I was going to abort the pregnancy and tell Zoe I lost it. Somehow I allowed my mother to convince me into keeping the baby. In return she would adopt him and keep it our little secret.

  I lied to Zoe's mom and told her that I lost the baby and would be moving to Sarasota with my mother. I stayed there for a year before I left my three month old in my mother's care. Before I left I made her agree to never contact me in regards to the baby. I stressed that I didn't want a relationship with him and Zoe could know nothing about the baby. She promised to keep the agreement between us but some how Zoe found out.
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  "You still ain't get rid of that shit?" Bobby asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

  "Why would I get rid of my baby?" I asked looking up at him.

  "I told you now wasn't the time."