Ricky ashed his blunt, blowing out smoke while laughing.
“Draylah,” he said with a subtle chuckle as he twisted the blunt in the ashtray. Looking up at me from the table, he said, “You better be glad Draylah even exists, muthafucka, and that I love her. Because if not, I’d fuck the bitch you in love with, get her addicted to this dick, and show her what a real nigga looks like.”
Again, niggas’ eyes were bucked, teeth were clenched, and other niggas were playing dumb like they didn’t hear. Kenneth and Dimitri both promptly looked away, pretending to be captivated by something when I glanced at them. Ricky’s words hit me hard. If he fucked Bia, I was sure I’d go over into the deep end.
I felt like a damn charbroiled hamburger at the moment, so instead of continuing to try, I turned to leave. I wasn’t done yet, though; I would definitely try again, but later.
Walking to leave out the VIP, I heard snickering, and when I looked to my left, I saw it was Dimitri. Since I couldn’t take my anger out on Ricky, I grabbed that nigga’s drink and tossed it in his face.
“What the fuck!” Dimitri barked, shooting up out of his seat. “You tossing drinks like a bitch?”
Just like that, he and I were throwing hands, falling to the ground and every damn thing. I heard a lot of commotion, but I was too focused on ripping this nigga’s head off. I’d underestimated Dimitri though, because he was definitely giving me a run for my damn money.
Finally, we were pulled apart, and after convincing the security I was good and about to leave, he let me go.
I left the club mad as hell that Ricky had dissed me, that I hadn’t been successful in getting through to his ass, and that I ended up getting into a damn fight for no fucking reason, which resulted in a busted lip. Tonight was a horrible fucking night, so I was taking my ass home.
When I got home, I saw Lacie was asleep, so I silently thanked God, and went to get in the shower. After scrubbing down, while thinking about all the different ways I could get shit right, I finally stepped out.
“Freeze, nigga.” Some masked man placed a gun to my head. I almost slipped and fell because he’d surprised me.
“Come on, bruh, I’m naked as fuck.” I sucked my teeth, hands up. I couldn’t believe this shit!
“Walk.” When I didn’t move, he shouted, “Walk, muthafucka!”
“Aight!” I barked back, walking slowly out of the bathroom. As soon as I got the idea to try and overpower him, two other niggas appeared out of nowhere and sacked me.
I wiggled and shouted, baffled beyond belief that I was being kidnapped and while ass naked. After lots of movement and the sound of the bedroom next to mine’s door closing, we finally stopped and the sack was removed from my head. I just knew this was Greezy’s doing, but when I looked up to see Switch standing before me, my mouth dropped open.
“Beautiful night, right, Qamar?” Switch grinned, gun clutched tightly in his hand.
“How you get in my damn house?” I frowned.
“Don’t worry about that.” He hiked his slacks up and sat down in the chair in the room. “As you know, my beautiful daughter Nadine is still recuperating. She has to take a few classes for her speech and other things, all because of you. Now what the fuck we’re gonna do is, you’re gonna write me a check for two million dollars, and I won’t continue with the charges against you.”
“Nah, man, you got me fucked up! And I need some damn pants!”
The niggas in the room laughed as Switch stood back up.
“See, you don’t have a choice, young man. It’s either you write the check or I’m gon’ blow ya fucking head open.” Switch grinned as he slowly pressed the gun to my temple, removing the safety.
“Let me get my checkbook. It’s in my office downstairs,” I responded begrudgingly. The last thing I wanted to do was give this nigga two million dollars, but I wasn’t trying to die, and baby girl was going through it because of me. Not to mention, I wanted them career-ending charges dropped.
“Good boy.” Switch nodded to his henchmen, and they roughly grabbed me up but I snatched away.
I had about three guns on me, not counting Switch’s, as I led them downstairs and to my office. Retrieving my checkbook, I quickly wrote out a check to Switch, or Marvin Parrish as he told me his name was, and then handed that shit over. He reached down and snatched the duplicate, shoving it into his pocket.
WHAM!
One of his henchmen clocked the shit out of me with the gun, and when I tried to run up, butt naked and all, the four of them pointed their guns at me, so I backed off. Switch then gave one of them a look, and the three masked men began fucking me up. I tried fighting back, but it was no use, so I just balled up to protect my dick and shit, while shielding my face until they stopped.
I laid there as they left, wondering how they’d even gotten into my shit, while groaning over my injuries.
A few minutes passed before I slowly stood up and went around my house, making sure all my doors were locked and the windows were shut. I wasn’t trying to have no more muthafuckin’ issues like that one. I was gon’ get a damn alarm system or something ASAP.
Once I was sure my crib was shut up, I went back upstairs and slipped into some boxers before climbing into bed with Lacie. As soon as my head hit the pillow, she asked groggily, “Did you just have company?”
Oh, now yo’ ass wanna wake up?
I said nothing in response as I stared up at the ceiling. Shit, at least my problems with Nadine and them damn charges would soon be over with. Just less bullshit I’d have to deal with.
Chapter Seven: Kattlyn
Draylah’s doctor was nice enough to give me a checkup after Draylah explained my situation. I definitely didn’t have any type of medical insurance, and needed this. I didn’t really think about stuff like that, but being pregnant changed things. I was even slightly worried that something would be wrong with me or the baby since I didn’t visit the doctor too much at all, but to my surprise and fortune, everything was A-Okay.
But this whole fiasco had me even more determined to get my Visa. Some time ago, after doing some research, I hired a lawyer since I had more than enough funds, and he’d been assisting me through the process. We’d been working together for a minute now, and he had me feeling good about everything, except when he told me it was good I hadn’t committed any crimes. Granted, I hadn’t done anything that law enforcement knew about, but if my past of prostitution, document falsification, and murder were somehow revealed, shit would hit the fan.
I was still looking over my shoulder, worried about Bull popping up, because I was sure everything would be over for me if he did. So I was praying like hell that this lawyer wasn’t just selling me a pipe dream.
I stopped to get some food after my appointment because I was starving like always. Once I had my tacos from Tacos Mexico, I made my way home and scarfed it down. Before I even balled my trash up, my phone began ringing, and to my surprise, it was MG. I contemplated not answering, but decided to go ahead and see what his stupid ass had to say.
“Yes?” I answered, scowling even though he couldn’t see me.
“You busy later? I got a video to do, but then after that, I wanted to come through and talk to you.”
“About?”
“What you mean? You told me you were pregnant and now you don’t know what I wanna talk about?”
“I’m confused as to why you want to talk to me about my damn baby when you told me it wasn’t yours. If I remember correctly, you said, it could be Flow’s or anybody’s, right?”
“I was just talking because I was angry about you lying about being a streetwalker, Kattlyn. Come on now, I can’t be upset?”
“Upset, yes, saying dumb shit, no. You’ve been hanging around Qamar’s ass too much.”
Chuckling, he said, “Maybe. That nigga’s foolishness can be contagious probably.” It was quiet for a moment then he asked, “So can I come over?”
“Fine. My class today is three hours, so I won’t be ho
me until around 8 p.m. since I have to grocery shop afterwards.”
“Aight, I’ll be there.”
“Bye, nigga,” I spat, making him chuckle before I hung up.
I threw my trash out, and then went to lie down in my plush bed for a nap after setting my alarm.
I woke up a few hours later, and then brushed my teeth really quickly before heading out. I was beyond excited for this lab class, because we’d be actually cooking today. A lot of the food we made were the usual dishes like Italian, Mexican, and American food. I hoped we would do other cultures soon, because Cubans had the best food hands down. Maybe I was biased, but I was just speaking from experience.
After parking my car at school, I climbed out to see Nolan heading into the building. He spotted me and smiled widely, before waving to me.
“Wait for me!” I shouted, and of course he did so. I knew he liked me, and to be honest, I enjoyed flirting with him. I didn’t know if I liked him or what, but I just liked that he … liked me. MG didn’t want me so what was harmless flirting? “Funny we got here at the same time. You weren’t following me or anything, were you?” I raised a brow.
“You do know we have the same classes, at the same damn times, right?” He grinned. His teeth were so nice and white. I noticed when I was around him, I had a different energy; more relaxed, playful, and free. I guess it was because his energy was always up, so he put me in a good mood.
“Yeah, I know, but I just had to make sure. I feel like you like me or something,” I blurted as he held the building’s door open for me.
“I might.” He shrugged. “You look good, you seem cool, and you can cook, so that’s a plus. But I gotta wait and see what drawbacks you have before I come to a final decision.” He stroked his beard and said, “I think you like me though.”
“Um, no I don’t. We’re just cool.” I sucked my teeth and switched a little harder into the classroom since I knew he was watching.
We sat next to each other since we decided to keep being lab partners. I just liked working with him, and really wasn’t trying to get to know too many people anyways.
The professor came in a couple minutes later, and went over some things for the first hour. I was anxious as hell and ready to tell his ass to shut the hell up, but finally he gave us the go to start making Cider-Brined pork chops with maple bacon.
“So tell me something, Kattlyn, you still single?” Nolan inquired as I seasoned the pork chops while he diced the bacon.
“Umm…”
“Aww shit,” he said, making us both laugh.
“Yeah, I am. I had a man but then he dumped me, so I guess the answer is yes still. We’re in that middle stage, where we don’t know if we’ll get back together.”
“Damn, you just broke my heart with that one.” Nolan shook his head as he continued to dice. “I just can’t wrap my head around some dude dumping you though. That gotta be a damn lie, or is he blind and deaf?”
“No.” I laughed. “He’s not either. He umm … I kept a secret and he couldn’t handle it, so he broke up with me.”
“Still.” Nolan shook his head and we both chuckled. “It’d have to be one hell of a secret. Like you killed my mama and hid her body or some shit. And even then, I don’t even know!”
“You’re crazy.” I giggled.
“Well, if everything doesn’t come back together, I would love to maybe cook for you or something. Maybe we can make a meal together.”
“I think that would be a lot of fun. I will let you know how it goes.”
“Please do.”
Nolan and I continued cooking the meal assigned to us, and I was having so much fun. I swear this class seemed shorter than my lectures, which made sense because I hated all that bookwork. I understood that it was pivotal to my chef career, so unlike with that night class I once had, I was gonna stick with this.
Nolan and I finished just in time for the food to cool and to allow the teacher to taste it. For the most part, he enjoyed it; he just said our presentation wasn’t as good. That was something I never really thought about; making the plate look pretty. But if I wanted to be a chef at some high-end place, then I would have to lock that aspect down as well.
“Thanks for walking me to my car, Nolan.” I smiled once we stopped at my vehicle in the semi-dark parking lot.
“You’re welcome. And aye, I meant what the fuck I said, so if that nigga keeps playing games, text me.” He gave me a serious look.
Mmm … I kind of liked his assertiveness, but I definitely wasn’t ready to trash my child’s father. However, if he kept up the fuck boy act, I’d be tossing his ass out for sure. I wasn’t joking when I said my baby would be calling another nigga daddy if MG didn’t step up. I wasn’t like these other hoes that sat at home crying because baby daddy wanted to be a dead beat. Shit, what that nigga won’t do, about fifty-leven niggas will! Plus, I had much faith that I could handle being a single mom if needed.
I left school and went to the grocery store so I could get some of the things I needed for dinner, snacking purposes, and because I wanted to try a few new recipes in my big fancy cookbook Draylah and Bia had gotten me as a present for enrolling in school.
Walking into Ralphs, I pulled my iPhone out, and began looking through my list as I pushed my cart.
“Damn!” a girl yelled when I accidentally slammed my cart into her ass on the snack aisle.
“Oh, sorry, I wasn’t—” When I saw it was Isla, I rolled my eyes and went around her. Her dress was tight, and I noticed a small baby bump; either that or she’d been eating. A lump formed in my throat thinking that baby was MG’s. I mean, the timeline definitely matched up with the size of that small belly.
“Kattlyn.” She giggled. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Micah ending things. He just moves on so quickly! First he left me for you, and now he left you for someone else,” she spoke to my back with a fake tone of concern.
“Excuse me?” I turned her way, hoping I’d misunderstood. Yes, Cuban Spanish was my first language, but I was well versed in English, so she better not had said what I thought she said. “Moved on to whom?” I raised a brow.
“Oh shit, I thought you knew.” She clenched her teeth as if she’d really accidentally let the cat out of the bag.
“Bitch, I have a pocketknife in my purse, so if you don’t start spilling the rest of that damn tea, I’ll slice that baby out of you.”
“Ooh, violent, aren’t we? I didn’t take you for being Micah’s type, but then again, he’s a strange individual. Anyway, your ex man was getting freaky with my best friend and some other hoe down in San Diego.”
My brows raised so high I could feel it. All the things I liked about MG were slowly starting to fade away.
“You’re lying.” I laughed, trying to save face and hoping that she in fact was.
“What would I have to lie for? I don’t care what that nigga does. If I cared, I would have cut ties with my best friend, but I couldn’t care less. I just find it funny that you lost him how you got him.”
“First off, I didn’t steal his ass. You didn’t even want him, and he knew it, so he went looking elsewhere. Secondly, bitch, I have never in life lost a nigga, so don’t even come at me like that.”
“Hmm, well your man definitely fucked my friend to hurt me, so there must be some feelings still there.”
“Bitch, you wish!” I growled, wanting to rip her fucking face off.
“Well you have a nice night, Kattlyn. I wish you and your sister wives the best.” She started off. “Ow!” she yelped when I tossed a package of Chips Ahoy at the back of her head. “Bitch!”
I finished getting what I needed from the store, even though I could barely even concentrate. I was all over the place, forgetting shit, and getting the wrong things. I finally checked out after way too damn long, and then headed home, ready to see MG’s ass.
When I pulled up to the home Draylah and I used to share, I saw him get out of his car and my adrenaline hit an all-time high.
“You need some help—”
“You still care about your ex bitch?” I shouted before he could even finish. I wanted to wait until we got inside, but I was too fired up.
“What?”
“What?” I repeated, mocking his dumb ass.
“No, I don’t care about my ex. Where is this even coming from, Kattlyn? I came here—”
“I ran into that ugly hoe and she told me all about your threesome or something freaky with two other hoes in San Diego!”
“So what, we weren’t together!”
“Why did you smash Isla’s best friend?” I folded my arms. He opened and closed his mouth, before glancing off. “Did you fuck her because you liked her, or because you wanted to hurt Isla?”
“I was drunk—”
WHAM!
I slapped the shit out of him before he could finish, and he turned to face me with his eyes wide and mouth ajar.
“Be honest, or I got another one for you.”
“Yes, okay, I fucked her because I knew when Isla found out that she’d be pissed off. Kattlyn! Kattlyn!” He grabbed me when I tried to storm off, but when I raised my hand to slap him again, he immediately let me go. “Baby, I don’t know why I did that shit. I was drunk, and hurting Isla at the time sounded like the move. I was pissed because you had played me and so had she…” He exhaled heavily. “It was just a lot of shit on my mind, and at the time, I thought I was doing something to make me feel better.”
“Look, I don’t have time for someone who is still caught up on their ex. I just don’t. I’m trying to do a lot right now, and I can’t worry about whether you want me or her.”
“I don’t want her, I swear. I don’t even care about her. I just hate her a little bit—”
“Hating is caring, Micah. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t feel anything.” I looked down at my shoes briefly. “I know I’m pregnant, but that does not mean we have to be together. I would like for us to be, but I want a man who only cares about me and not another bitch, especially not enough to do what you did. You just care a little too much for me right now, Micah.”
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