Cuffed By A Kingpin 2

by Heiress

  “Bruh tell me you lying,” he said, still trying to get around my pops.

  I kept laughing as I opened my car door to get in. “Nope!” I yelled out before peeling off. Of course, it wasn’t true, but he ain’t know that.

  While taking this ride alone, I thought about the fucked-up situation I put myself into. I had to reevaluate my choices and the decision that I recently made. Was all this shit worth losing Cali over? I mean because a nigga had a family already.

  Why did I choose to give it all up for Monique?

  These questions were gone run my brain until I find the answers. And from the way I’m stumbling over them, it ain’t gone be soon.

  CHAPTER 2

  CALI: THE FIRST NIGHT IS THE HARDEST

  After leaving Sean’s house, I decided to go clear my head. It had been a long day, and my eyes were swollen due to me crying. I played the events back over and over in my head, and I still had no words or explanation on what happened. My intentions were not to go over Sean’s house and stick my tongue down his throat. I went over to confide in him and to feel comfort. The funny thing is, now I had something to relate to Monique. She went over Black’s house to fill comforted and ended up having sex with him.

  “If Compton wouldn’t have come through that door and Sean wouldn’t have stopped me, would I have had sex with him?”- I asked myself in my head. I didn’t have an answer, but if it was yes, I would be no better than her.

  After driving around with no destination in mind, I ended up back at Missy’s house. It’s not like I had any other friends. I parked my car and got out to go inside. As soon as I opened the door, Quan was coming out with Angel on his back.

  “What it do, Cali? Where ya’ apple headed ass coming from?” he joked, and Angel laughed.

  “None of your business,” I responded, playfully slapping him on the arm before walking into the house. “Where y’all going?” I asked.

  “We going to Gramma house,” Angel excitedly answered.

  “Well, have fun boo.” I faked a smile. I watched them walk away to Quan’s car. As big of a thug he was, he couldn’t deny how much he loved his daughter. He was exceptionally good with her. It made me think how Compton was going to be once our baby got here. “Ugh! Why you even thinking about his trifling ass,” I mumbled to myself.

  “Why you coming in the house looking like the walking dead?” Missy joked. When I didn’t laugh, her facial expression turned serious. “No, fa’ real boo what’s wrong?” she asked. I ran the entire story down to her, and her facial expression displayed that she wasn’t the least bit surprised.

  “I knew he was gone mess this up. Ugggh I can’t stand him!” she spat, rolling her eyes. We were sitting on the couch, and she had me cradled in her arms as she wiped my tears. Yes, I was crying again. I thought I had no more left, but I was sadly mistaken. “He did the same shit with that one chick, Erica.”

  Now sitting up, I eyed her suspiciously. “And who is, Erica?” I quizzed.

  “Girl don’t get all jelly. She’s just this older woman, Compton used to mess with. It was after him and, Monique broke up the first time. They were off for like a half a year, and he met, Erica. She was a boss bitch if I ever saw one. She owned her own business out in San Francisco, and she got a few nightclubs.”

  “What made her so special?”

  “She was just that bitch. She took no shit when it came to, Compton. He was trying to treat her like he treated, Monique and she wasn’t having that. On top of that, she used to beat his ass. Girl they would fight, and she wouldn’t hold back. Matter of fact, you need to be more like her ass,” Missy suggested.

  I immediately got offended as if there was something wrong with me. “Are you trying to tell me something about myself? Because if so, Missy you can just-,”

  “Cali now you know I love you girl so cut it,” she interrupted me. “I’m just saying that when it comes to, Compton, you could be a little soft. Like not a weak bitch, but soft. It’s a difference. You don’t let him talk to you any kind of way, but in your eyes, it’s like he could do no wrong.”

  “I don’t think like that,” I defended myself.

  “Bitch, please. No offense but your head be all in that nigga’s ass. I know you like to think his shit don’t stank but it smells like boo boo. You need to let that nigga know that you will be fine with or without him.”

  “But I won’t. I mean, I will, but I’m in love with him. I can’t deny that. After today I will try my best to stay away from him. Only deal with him if it has something to do with the baby,” I let her know.

  “And how long that’s gone last until you forgive him. Until you find yourself back in his bed. Hell you probably gone be laying there with Monique’s ass,” she kidded, but I didn’t laugh. “Oh, my bad. Too soon?”

  “Yea, too soon.” I chuckled. Inhaling deeply and then exhaling loudly, I shook my head at myself. Missy was right. I probably would walk around sad, but as soon as Compton apologizes, he would be back in my good graces. It had never happened but I know how I feel about him and I know I would take him back. I couldn’t do that. I needed to stay strong. “Well, what am I supposed to do then? Help me not want him no more.” I pouted.

  “You’ve come to the right place,” she said, with a wicked grin. “Okay so this what you do,” she started, folding her legs and facing her body fully towards me. “First, we need to keep you busy. If you ain’t doing shit then that leaves room to think about, Compton and we don’t want that now do we?” she quizzed.

  “Yes!” I answered, and she shook her head. “I mean noooo?” I more so asked than answered.

  “If you think about him, Cali you gone want him back. He needs to see that you don’t give a shit about him. So, you need to get a damn hobby. I was thinking you could just enroll in school. You was gone do it anyway so do it now. That way, you will be so busy learning and doing homework and shit, that you won’t have room to think about him.” she smiled.

  “Next, you need to make him want you. The reason why he got back with, Monique, was solely because of control. He can tell that bitch to jump off the building, and she says how high. You not that type of girl. He may have a little control but not enough for you to sit back while he fucks other females. Nah, not happening. So, you become what Bey called it, an independent woman.”

  “I’m pretty independent,” I assured her.

  “Cali, please. You ‘bout as independent as a new born baby. First off, you living with me, you driving around in Compton’s car, and you spending his money. That’s the opposite of independent. You need to go to Mr. Banks and have him release the information about the money your daddy left you. After you get your money, you need to get you a car and a place to stay. I love you, but Quan like to walk around naked when he here and I’m a loud fucker. We can’t do neither if you here,” she told me.

  I was mentally writing notes down in my head. “Okay so, get in school to keep myself busy and be independent. Check,” I said, drawing and imaginary check sign. “What’s last.”

  “Okay so now that you have him seeing you not worried about him and that you're independent, you need to make him sweat. I know you being hunted like some animal, but you need to show him that he’s replaceable. Make some new friends and go on a few dates. Live your life as if he didn’t matter. You may be pregnant, but you can still have some fun. I’m telling you if you do this, he gone be begging to have you back. Trust me,” she assured me.

  I thought about it for a second. This could work. I could have Compton back, but the question was, did I want him back. I had to decide if I even wanted to be in a committed relationship so young. I know I loved him and legally we were married, but this relationship thing seemed too hard. It was too much heartbreak and I rather not go through it unless I know someone is worth it. And right now, Compton is not worth it.

  “I think I just might do this,” I slightly agreed, cheesing.

  “Yaaaye! We should give you a makeover or something.”

 
“There’s not much to do with me. And if you even think about changing my hair then your-,”

  “Ain’t nobody going to touch the nest. Maybe we can find a natural way to straighten it. Then we can put you in some grown up clothes. I hate when you wear jeans and a tee shirt. It’s not always a Netflix and Chill night, Cali,” she said to me.

  “Okay, we can do a little bit but not too much.” She vowed that she wouldn’t do too much, but I knew Missy. She did the most when it came to fashion.

  We sat on the couch for a while more just talking. Regardless of why I was doing it, I needed to do this. For many reasons. One being that, I had always depended on others to do for me when I needed to be doing for myself. I wanted to go to college and become something other than a wife or a mother. I wanted a career, and I wanted my own.

  “And, Cali please don’t shed no more tears over, Compton. That nigga is not God’s gift to women. Get it together and get ready to stunt on his ass. You gone be an independent bitch,” she told me, grabbing the remote control off the couch.

  “Question. Tell me what you think about me. I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings. Only ring your cell-y when I'm feeling lonely. When it's all over please get up and leave,” Missy sang.

  I then got up and grabbed a pencil that was on the table and put it to my mouth. “Question. Tell me how you feel about this. Try to control me boy you get dismissed. Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills. Always 50/50 in relationships,” I sang, finishing the lyrics. We were having a full fledge Destiny’s Child concert.

  All the independent women, throw your hands up at me.

  The Next Morning…

  PETTY REVENGE

  Knock! Knock! Knock!

  The constant knocking on the front door woke me out my slumber. Rubbing my face with my hand, I tried to get the sleep out my eyes. My legs felt heavy and when I glanced down, I found Missy knocked out sleep on me. I guess we fell asleep watching movies. I looked at my phone and it read two o’clock in the morning. Hearing the banging noise again, I moved my leg with attempts on waking up Missy.

  “Mmmmm, gone Quan! I’m not in the mood to play ride the morning wood,” she moaned, moving around in her sleep.

  Covering my mouth, I burst out laughing. “Uggh, Missy. Get your butt off me being all nasty,” I said, moving my legs again now waking her all the way up. “Girl somebody banging on your door like the police.”

  “Oh, my God. It’s too early for this shit. I swear if I got to bail Quan out again, Angel gone be a fatherless little girl,” she spat, getting up off the couch. She dragged her feet to open the door, and she couldn’t even turn the knob before someone pushed it open.

  “WHERE HER DUMB ASS AT?” Mrs. Banks asked, barging into the house damn near knocking Missy to the floor.

  “Damn, Momma Banks. Who done pissed on your side of the bed?” Missy quizzed, turning her nose up at her. She ignored her comment as she continued to look around the house. She had on this huge fur coat with matching boots and a gorgeous looking hat. Whoever did the wardrobe from Empire had to be her stylist.

  When she laid eyes on me, she shook her head as if I had did something wrong. “Why you looking at me like that?” I quizzed.

  “I’m looking at you like this because you dumb as hell,” she spat, rolling her eyes at me. Her rudeness never came as a surprise to me. I just sat there waiting for her to explain how I was the dumb one. “How the hell you let my stupid ass son treat you like that? Out here hiding in bathrooms while he fucks another bitch.”

  “Momma Banks, I didn’t know what to do. It was unexpected, and all I could do was cry. That really hurt-,”

  “Girl the hell with your damn hurt. In the bathroom crying and shit. Hell, you should have burst out the door and knocked they ass out. After you beat they ass, you should have grabbed a bat and bust that nigga’s windows out. But, nah you want to cry in the bathroom. I thought you were Jamaican? Ain’t y’all supposed to be crazy?” she asked before taking a seat on the couch.

  “I’m sure we are crazy, but like I said, I didn’t know what to do. It caught me off guard. At first, I did want to beat they ass. I wanted to kill them matter of fact but I couldn’t-,”

  “And why the hell not?” she interrupted.

  I looked at this woman as if she was crazy. Who says stuff like that? “Momma Banks this is your son were talking about. Not no random dude off the street. If I would have killed him then I would have killed your son,” I said, and she shrugged her shoulders as if she didn’t care.

  “Let me tell you something. Once my son does something stupid like this, he’s no longer my son. He becomes a random nigga off the streets. I would have grabbed his gun and shot both they asses. Why you think, Banks walk with a slight limp?” she quizzed with a raised brow. “I’m not the bitch to fuck with. I would have killed his ass if I didn’t love him so much. Now as far as the hoe he was with, let’s just say me and my best friend made sure she would never mess with a married man again.”

  I thought my ears was deceiving me. I know Mrs. Banks didn’t just confess to me that she murdered her husband’s mistress. No. That’s not what she was telling me. “I told her she needs to boss up like Erica,” Missy interjected.

  “Yes! Now that was a boss bitch. I should call her up, and we could do a drive by past that bitch Monique’s house,” Mrs. Banks suggested. Yea, I was right. She was bat shit crazy.

  “What? A drive by? I’m not trying to go to jail for killing that hoe. She not even worth it,” I responded, turning up my nose at the idea.

  “The hell she ain’t worth it. If she could steal a nigga from you, then she’s not only worth it, but she’s a threat. You need to handle that bitch and handle her now.” Mrs. Banks was real deal trying to have my pregnant ass go to jail.

  “As much as I want to, Momma Banks, I can’t-,”

  “Let me ask you something, Cali. When you heard Compton telling Monique he still loved her how did you feel? Matter of fact, don’t answer that. Tell me how you feel about the entire situation. And be honest with me.”

  I glanced up and Momma Banks and looked her in her eyes. “I feel…I feel betrayed. I feel worthless and angry. That bitch cheated on him, and he went back to her. He wouldn’t let me love him but yet let her back in. I’m beyond angry actually. I’m mad as hell. So yea, I want to go over there and beat her ass and then take shots at him,” I expressed, being as honest and open as I could.

  “Good. Now let’s go,” Momma Banks said, getting up and walking towards the door.

  “Let’s go where?” I asked confused.

  “We about to go whoop her ass and take shots at him,” she confirmed her plans.

  “But, Momma Banks-,”

  “Girl if you, Momma Banks me one more time. You got a lot of built up anger in you right now. And as women, we try to bottle them emotions up and just cry about it. A real boss bitch doesn't cry about it. They be about it. Now get your pregnant ass up and go put on some sweats. Make sure you got some tennis shoes and some Vaseline. We about to go beat a hoe’s ass.” She walked out the door and headed to her car.

  All I could do is sit there and try and wrap my mind around what she was trying to have me do. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Missy walking back into her bedroom. “Wait, Missy where you going?” I got up, following her.

  “You heard, Momma B. We about to go whoop a hoe ass. If you don’t want to fight her, then I will do it for you. I have been wanting to get some punches in on her ass,” she responded, walking into her closet.

  “CALI HURRY YOUR ASS UP AND LET’S GET TO BEATING A BITCH ASS!” I heard Momma Banks yell out.

  She was right. I was angry as hell, and I needed to express myself. It was time for me to stop being the old Cali and revert to my Jamaican roots. I had a crazy side of me that I’m sure I inherited from my mother. Today, she was about to be let out.

  Turning on my heels, I rushed to my bedroom and slipped into a black Nike jogging suit and a pair of Nike free runs. I gra
bbed some Vaseline and pulled my hair into a ponytail. The real reason why I didn’t want to go all crazy is because I was pregnant. I had been in a few fights in high school, so I knew how to beat a bitch’s ass. I just didn’t want anything to happen to my baby.

  “You ready, Cali?” Missy asked me, peaking her head in my door.

  “Meh ready,” I answered, following behind her as we both walked to the car. Once we were in, Momma Banks pulled out the garage at full speed. She blasted Beyoncé Formation, and we got hyped in the car. My adrenaline was pumping, and I was ready now. I was really ready.

  “How you know where Monique at?” Missy asked.

  “Girl where you think she at? She at my son’s house. The desperate bitch done probably already moved in,” she told us, chuckling. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I’m in my forty’s about to go beat up some trick. This reminds me of the time me and my best friend went over her nigga house to fight his mistress. Them were the good old days,” she reminisced.

  “I’m just ready to get this anger out so I can move on. Y’all better make sure she don’t hit me in my stomach,” I said to them.

  “Girl you better guard your baby. Hit that bitch quick, so she doesn’t get no punches in,” Missy told me. Just then, we turned down Compton’s street. We got through his gated house and parked in the garage.

  “Gone head and handle that bitch. We gone be in the car for backup if she tries some slick shit,” Momma Banks said to me as she unlocked the door. I got out not even responding to her. I was in a zone now. I walked up to the door and banged on it hard. It took a minute or two, but when the door finally opened, a half-naked Monique answered.

  With a wicked grin, she let out a low chuckle as she stared me down. “You didn’t get the memo? You don’t live here anymore boo. This is my nigga’s house, and you need to leave-.” Before she could get another word out, I popped her dead in the mouth. After the first punch, I just kept swinging on her.