I just shook my head as I looked off, trying to think of how I could get back in Ricky’s good graces. The shit wouldn’t be easy at all, but I was determined. I just had to figure out how to do that shit without getting into another fight with him. I mean, I wasn’t a punk or nothing, and had been in my share of fights, just never with Ricky. Seeing him fight and being on the opposing end of his fights were totally different things. Had I known that’s what it was like to brawl with that nigga, I would have shut the fuck up and just talked my shit behind his back.
There is a thing called picking your battles, and fighting Ricky AK was just not a battle I was willing to endure again. I remember thinking I was a goner every time his ass landed a punch. Nigga had fractured my nose and broken my arm, I later found out.
“You know I was supposed to see Lacie tonight, but I don’t wanna talk about that damn baby.”
“How you gon’ feel once that kid finds out you were dodging it? Do you even know the sex?” MG looked to me. I knew he was gon’ be on some shit since Michael had gotten taken.
“No, I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know. Why couldn’t Bia be pregnant? I don’t want that bitch being the mother of my kid. It makes me not want the baby, bruh.”
“Qamar.” MG shook his head as he sipped on his water. “Regardless of who the mama is, that baby is yours. I hate Isla with every fiber of my being at the moment, but the baby in her stomach is mine, so I’m still gon’ be there. That kid shouldn’t be penalized because you don’t like it’s mama.”
“Shit, why not? The baby is partially her, and I don’t like her. I don’t want that fucking baby.”
“You gotta grow up, bruh. Life ain’t fair all the damn time. You know how many niggas wish their baby mamas were their wives or girlfriends and not some thot from the hood? But that shit doesn’t get in the way of them being a father. The child is innocent.”
“Why the fuck everybody keep telling me to grow up?”
“Because you need to. You’re still acting like a child sometimes, thinking just because shit ain’t the way you want it, you can act up or not pay it any mind.”
“If Bia says that shit one more time, I’m gon’ blow my damn brains out.” We chuckled in unison. “It’s worse coming from her though because, here I am trying to be her man, and she don’t see me as a man. I used to think she was just talking, but I can hear it in her voice. Told her I loved her multiple times, and she ain’t said it back once. Then tells me she not only doesn’t love me, but don’t even like me. Told my ass to stop embarrassing myself.”
“Damn, she cutthroat.” MG laughed. “Sounds like you don’ went too far. You ain’t got no game. that’s why.” MG fired up another blunt.
“What? I got game, nigga.”
“Nah, you don’t. You know how to get these hoes into you, but not a girl like Bia.”
“But I had her, and we had sex and everything.” Damn I missed fucking Bia, but I needed to forget about that shit for now unless I planned on raping her or some shit, and that was a fucking negative.
Laughing subtly as he blew out smoke, he said, “You know how to get them in your bed, but you don’t know how to keep them, Qamar. And you only got Bia in ya bed because she was going through some shit. Now that she got her life together, you couldn’t get her to fuck you if you paid her.”
I never thought about the shit, but I guess a nigga didn’t have no damn game. I ain’t know shit about charming a woman, because I’d always dealt with hoes. Convincing Bia to be my girl seemed impossible right now, but I was gon’ give that shit a try.
“Here you go, baby.” Kattlyn walked her sexy ass into the den and placed a plate of food down for MG. MG slapped my arm when he saw my eyes roaming over Kattlyn’s body. If I was a different type of nigga and didn’t think I’d get my ass whooped, I’d definitely try to fuck her and Draylah; pregnant and all.
“Where mine?” I asked, confused as fuck.
“Suck my dick, asshole,” Kattlyn responded and switched out, causing MG to burst into laughter.
“That’s Bia’s homegirl, you forgot?” MG snickered, still holding his bottle of water.
This was some bullshit.
Chapter Three: Kattlyn Vega
“This is so damn good, Kattlyn. Have you ever thought about cooking professionally?” Draylah asked, finishing the meal I’d cooked last night and brought us for lunch.
“Professionally? No.” I cocked my head. I loved to cook; it was the only time when I felt calm and at peace, at least before I met MG. However, I never saw it as a way for me to make money. “You think I could make a career?” I frowned as I watched Draylah toss the paper plate and fork into the trashcan.
“For sure. That was definitely restaurant material. You should maybe look into chef school or something.”
I’d signed up for a bootleg business night class, but that shit didn’t last long at all. It was so damn boring, and I honestly didn’t understand how Draylah did it whilst being pregnant. I could barely keep my eyes open for the fifty-minute class. I dropped that mess ASAP and got my money back. Plus, I don’t even think it was legit.
But culinary school sounded like something I’d really enjoy. I never even thought about it. But cooking all day and learning about cooking made me feel all bubbly inside from just thinking about it.
Draylah and I relaxed in the back of the shop for a little longer, before her next appointment showed up. I handled some business up front, answering calls, checking the appointment calendar online, and replying to the emails from my lawyer regarding my Visa, and a couple hours later, it was time to close up.
“Where are you headed?” I asked Draylah as she and I walked out into the parking lot in front of her shop.
“Bia is coming over, as well as Virginia to watch some movies and have like a sleepover. You should come too.”
“No, I’m gonna go watch my boo make some hits.” I grinned, causing Draylah to laugh.
“Alright. Well if you get bored, we would love for you to join us.”
We hugged and then I hopped into my new Porsche Cayenne. My birthday was coming up, and MG decided to get me a gift. I admit getting a gift this expensive made me feel a bit uncomfortable, and I guess that was because I cared a lot about MG. Had this been any other nigga, I wouldn’t really give a fuck about him blowing racks on me. Shit, the next nigga could go broke buying me shit, and I wouldn’t bat an eyelash. But my Micah, I actually gave a damn about his cash flow.
I enjoyed the smooth ride of my paid off luxury car, all the way to the studio. When I got there, I saw some extra cars outside, which made my stomach feel queasy. I was praying like hell that Flow wasn’t up in there, because there was no telling what he’d try. The last time I saw him, he was getting his ass whooped, and we hadn’t spoken since.
He’s probably not even here, calm down.
I stepped into the plush studio, and slowly tread down the hallway until I made it to the right room. Inhaling sharply, I let out a slow breath before entering, and low and behold, Flow was sitting on the couch smoking.
Why the fuck was he even here? The nigga hadn’t had a song out in three damn years. Shit, I didn’t even know who the hell he was when I met him the first time. I just thought he was trying to feel good in front of a hooker by lying about being a rapper. Now that I think about it, I can’t name one damn solo song he’d made.
“‘Sup, baby.” MG got up and pulled a chair for me. I loved when he did that. He was such a gentleman.
“Thanks, babe.” I planted a kiss on his full lips a couple times once I sat down.
“‘Sup, Kattlyn.” Flow smirked.
Ignoring him, I spoke to Maybach and the two other dudes in the room. Looking away, I could feel Flow watching the side of my face as he blew smoke out of his mouth. I hated the smell of weed, especially since it was coming from this nigga.
“Baby.” I scooted closer to MG, making his handsome ass look my way. He smelled so good, so I took a moment to inhale the scent.
“The smoke is bothering me. You know I don’t like it.”
Nodding, MG turned in his chair to face his homies.
“Aye, y’all put that shit out.”
They all did as they were told, except Flow. He just sucked his teeth, and took another big inhale on the blunt in his hand.
Standing up, MG said, “Flow, you heard what I said?”
“Yeah, and I don’t see why I gotta stop smoking. It was cool just a minute ago, but now that ya bitch is here, it ain’t?”
“Nigga, who the fuck you calling a bitch?” MG grimaced.
Oh fuck. This was a bad idea on my part.
“Yo’ girl, nigga.” Flow hopped up. “She look like a bitch to me—”
WHAM!
Flow fell back onto the couch, but quickly hopped back up and decked MG hard as hell. The two men began trying to overpower one another, wrestling almost, but no more punches were thrown. I sat there frozen for a minute, as MG’s other homeboys and his producer got up to break the men apart.
With blood on his lip, Flow yelled, “Stupid ass nigga fighting over a hoe! That’s why I fucked the love of ya bitch, nigga! Yeah, when she was selling pussy back in the day!”
“Aight, you gotta go, nigga,” Maybach said to Flow. But before he could get out, MG hit him with another left hook and then stormed out past everyone.
“Baby! Wait!” I chased after him, scared as hell. “Micah!” I grabbed his arm once we were outside in the night air.
“Tell me what the fuck that nigga just told me is a lie, Kattlyn. Tell me that right now.” MG towered over me with a deranged look in his eyes. I wasn’t the scary type, but right now, I was afraid as hell. “Tell me!”
“It’s not a lie, but it was a long time ago, Micah! It happened almost three damn years ago!”
“So you were a hoe?”
“Yes, but—” I stopped talking when he began laughing angrily. “But I’m not anymore. I did what I had to do, or what I thought I had to do at the time, but that is over with now.”
“And where ya pimp at?”
“He—he let me go!”
MG stared off, before lacing his fingers on top of his head.
“Aight, look. I need you to go pack ya shit when we get home and get up out of my crib.”
“Micah, no, I swear—”
“I don’t really care to hear what you gotta say.” He shrugged and chuckled. It wasn’t a happy chuckle, more like he was baffled and pissed. “I’m not in the mood to entertain another female who thinks she can get over on a nigga.”
“It’s not like that!” I cried. My heart was beating so damn fast, and my throat was jumping as tears raced down my cheeks. “Micah, I swear to you I’m not like Isla! I will do whatever you need me to, to make this right.”
“I need you to get ya shit when you get home, and get out of my spot, Kattlyn. That’s the only thing I need from you right now.” His voice was so calm that it scared me. I’d never experienced a real relationship in my life, but I didn’t need to in order to know that I wanted to be with MG.
“Please.” I reached to touch him but he moved back from me.
“I’ll meet you there.” He walked off towards his car and hit the alarm.
I drove home, trying not to cry so that my vision wouldn’t be blurry as hell. I wanted to fucking kill Flow, and since he’d ruined my relationship, I just might. I’d done my share of things in the past, so killing his hating ass would be nothing. If anything, it would make me feel better.
MG and I both pulled into the driveway of his home at the same time, and we didn’t say one word to one another as we entered and made our way up the stairs. The whole time that I packed slowly as hell, I tried to think of something to say to him in order to convince him to be with me still.
“When did you stop being a hoe?” He was seated on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands.
“A little bit after I met you.” I stopped packing to answer him. Maybe there was hope.
“Wow.” He laughed lowly. “So when you stole my money, was it to pay a pimp?” He finally picked his head up and looked into my eyes. I nodded and he grinned widely. “Wooooow. Okay.”
“It wasn’t like that, Micah, I promise you! I got swallowed up into this lifestyle being naive and young, thinking I’d found someone who cared about me. He didn’t though; he was just getting me to trust him so he could put me on the track. Eventually, it became normal to me, and because I grew up beyond poor, selling myself for cash and nice things didn’t sound too bad—”
“Look, just stop. I don’t wanna hear this shit. I don’t wanna think about the fact that I wifed a damn prostitute, and that I had her around my son. So please, hurry up.”
Letting the tears fall, I finished packing what all I could fit into my luggage, and then I zipped it. Standing up, I stared hard at MG for a little bit but he refused to look my way.
“Did you want the car key back?”
“Leave it and the house key on the dresser.”
I did as he asked, and then left out to get into the car I bought. I was happy I didn’t get rid of it, and this was the exact reason why I hadn’t. I knew MG would find out about my past, and it was possible he’d break up with me, meaning the car would no longer be mine.
Once in my car, I drove to the house Draylah shared with Ricky since it was closer than her old one. Parking in the massive roundabout driveway, I texted her to let her know I was outside and here for movie night.
“Hey,” Bia answered the door smiling. Lately, she’d had a glow about her, and it was good to see. Like me, and like Draylah, she’d been through a lot, and now finally it seemed like she’d caught a break. “What’s wrong, Kattlyn?” Her smile dropped upon seeing my face.
“Umm, nothing.” I giggled as I stepped inside.
“Kattlyn.” She grabbed my arm when I tried to walk across the foyer with my luggage. “And you have a damn suitcase. I know we’re sleeping over, but damn.”
I tried to hold it in, but since I felt like I was in a trusted environment, I began to sob into my palms.
“Kattlyn.” I heard Draylah’s voice right before Bia hugged me tightly.
“He found out a—and he broke up with me. He kicked me out.” I cried like a newborn. I was so embarrassed because I was supposed to be strong at all times, but I couldn’t help it. “He doesn’t like me anymore.”
“Listen, Kattlyn, this will be his loss, okay?” Bia picked my face up and looked me in the eyes.
“How when he has my Porsche?” I quizzed, sending the three of us into a fit of laughter. “No, but seriously, I don’t wanna be broken up.”
“Give it time, he will come back,” Draylah said as she led me towards the den with Bia in tow. “He just better hope you want him when he decides to, so he won’t get that Bia treatment.” We sat down.
“Bia is a savage,” Virginia replied before eating some popcorn. She was already in the den when we entered. “What she tell that nigga? I don’t love you; I would have to like you to love you and I don’t,” Virginia reiterated what Bia had said, making us giggle.
“That shit would have made me kill my damn self,” Draylah added as we doubled over in laughter.
“That nigga will be aight. He can love the next bitch, I don’t want his love,” Bia said, eating some of the popcorn.
For a quick second, I felt some happiness being here. I’d never had friends really, but I was learning that they were just as important as boyfriend and girlfriend relationships.
Chapter Three: Ricky AK
Thankfully, I’d been able to get some fucking paper and a pencil in this bitch so that I could write. Every damn minute and every damn hour that went by, I thought about different ways to kill that fuck ass judge that couldn’t make up her damn mind. There were so many damn people on my fucking hit list that I was gon’ be considered a damn serial killer before the year was over.
“Montana, a visitor.”
I quickly hopped my ass up, because I already knew i
t was Draylah. Today, I was getting some pussy. The shit had already been discussed, and I’d gotten a secluded location so I could blow her fucking back out. I didn’t give a fuck what position we did that shit in either, as long as I got up in that good shit. The last time she was here, I was able to get some head and nothing else, but today, shit, she may fuck around and go into labor when I got done murdering that pussy.
“Right over there,” the guard pointed once we got to the visitation area outside. I saw the top of a female head, since another table was blocking the rest, so I rushed over, only to see Tabitha’s ass.
I hopped right back up. “Aye, take me back in.”
“Ricky, it’s important!”
I paused for a moment with my back to her ass, and finally decided to go ahead and take the fucking visit.
“Talk and make the shit quick. I’m already in jail, so it won’t be nothing for me to choke yo’ ass out for wasting my damn time, aight?”
“I’m not gonna waste your time, I promise. I just need you to hear me out, okay?”
“How the fuck you even get in here? You ain’t on my visiting list.”
“I have the means to get what I want. Or in layman’s terms, I bribed the dude who checks people in.” She cleared her throat as I stared at her. “How are you, Ricky? I’ve missed you so mu—”
“Get to the fucking point, aight? I don’t give a fuck about you missing a nigga. Is you missing me gon’ get me out of jail? Exactly. Talk.”
“I just want you to see that you’ve been manipulated this whole time. And I stepped back for a while, not saying anything and just watching, observing.” I watched her swallow hard. At the moment, I was intrigued, assuming she was about to give me some information on the muthafucka that set me up.
“Go on.” I adjusted my body in my seat.
“Draylah is a manipulator! She came into your life and all of a sudden, you were all about her. I’ve been looking into black magic and things, and I honestly believe— ow!” Tabitha shrieked when I gripped her hand and discreetly bent that shit back.
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