by Shan
“I said let me fuckin’ talk to you upstairs,” Khi snapped, and I jumped back. I turned around and walked off, and he grabbed me by arm and pulled me along with him. My head was starting to pound, and I was beginning to sweat. A nauseated feeling came over me, and I covered my mouth with my hand as Khi practically dragged me up the stairs.
“Let me go! Let me go!” I screamed, once we were upstairs and behind closed doors. Man, I didn’t know what was going on with me, but I just felt like I was going to break. My emotions were all over the damn place. I was suddenly in tears and running to what I assumed to be the master bathroom. Before I could even do it for myself, Khi had pulled up the toilet seat for me and pulled my hair back as I let it all out.
It was the shit like this that made me love his ass. No matter how fuckin’ mean I was and how far I tried to push him away, he just kept coming for me. Damn it man! I didn’t wanna love this nigga and wanted to get far away from him as possible. Why the fuck did he have to be so great in the moments when I wanted every excuse possible to use on why I could no longer be with him?
Once I was done puking out my guts, Khi handed me a towel and a toothbrush. I walked over to the sink and rinsed my mouth out with cold water before I grabbed the toothpaste and put some on the bristles. Khi stood behind me as I brushed my teeth and just watched me. I could tell that he was upset and was only trying not to let it show. His eyes were dark, and he was slyly gritting his teeth. I glanced at him once more before I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth out again. I wet the washcloth, wrung the water out, and dabbed my mouth with it.
“Are you taking me to Tangie’s or do I gotta call a cab?” I asked him, as I sat everything down on the cabinet.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Tell me what the fuck I did wrong to you, Ma, so I can fix this shit right now. I’m sick of you running from me, and I’m tired of having to chase your ass! I don’t give a fuck about neither one of them bitches downstairs! Understand that shit! Them hoes had their chance, and I’m good on them! I’m not about to keep explaining myself or my actions when the shit don’t need to be explained.
You so muthafuckin’ caught up in your feelings about bullshit that you can’t even see that you got a good nigga that’s checkin’ for you. I mean, got damn, I done bought you a car, a muthafuckin’ house…you pregnant with my kid that I know is a fuckin’ boy and you in here tripping for what? What the fuck else I gotta do, Cuba? What else you want me to do?”
I shook my head as tears slid down my face. I turned my back to Khi and held my head down on the cabinet as I broke down and cried. I didn’t want to be this way with him, because he was really trying so hard to show me that he cared about me, but I was so damn scared that I just couldn’t let it be.
“Damn, I’ll be glad when you have this baby and I ain’t even been knowing you was pregnant but a few damn days. Shit got you all emotional and shit, got damn!”
I couldn’t help but laugh and push Khi when he came for me. He snatched me up into his arms and sat me down on the bathroom cabinet. I looked up at him as he stood between my legs and he looked down at me.
“I’m sorry,” I told him, as I used the back of my hand to wipe my face. “I appreciate everything, and you know that I care about you. I just be so damn scared of something going wrong and ending up hurt that it’s all I think about.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you. All I wanna do is be your man and take care of you like I’m supposed to. Can you let me do that?”
I nodded my head and Khi and I shared a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, and we just sat there holding onto each for what felt like an eternity. I was really going to try to stop allowing my fears and thoughts get the best of me.
“I gotta go. The plug called and said he wants to see me and my brothers in a couple of hours, so I’m about to get ready to head that way. Just give me a few days to figure some shit out, and I promise you it will be just you, me, and the kids like before. A’ight?” Khi asked, and I nodded.
He kissed me once more before he helped me down from the cabinet and led me into the bedroom. He walked me over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. Khi stripped me out of my clothes and just stared at me before he placed soft kisses on my stomach. “This is my son baby. I know it. This my muthafukin’ legacy in there.”
“You think so?” I chuckled, nervously, as I rubbed my hand across his chocolate face. This was the first time that I had felt good about my pregnancy, especially seeing that Khi wasn’t upset about it.
“I know so. You gotta take care of yourself so that my little man comes out strong and healthy. How far along are you? You been taking your vitamins? And I know I saw your ass smoking a blunt like a week or so ago. You smoking and shit while you carrying my seed? How long have you known you was pregnant, Cuba, because now that I think about it, you been sick for a long ass time. I might not have said much, but I have noticed.”
“I’ve just been waiting for the right time to tell you. When I wanted to tell you, you mentioned how you wanted us to be married before we have a kid.”
“We are gonna be married as long as you stop running from me. Get your ass in this bed and take care of my fuckin’ son. Little Khian needs all the rest he can get.”
Khi slid his hands down the front of my panties, and I pulled his hand away. He then reached up and pulled my left breast from my bra and sucked my left nipple into his mouth.
“Eww, no. I’ve been laying in that dirty ass cell and throwing up everywhere. I need to shower, and I thought you had to go.”
“Well, gone and clean that pussy up for me then. And make sure you put some lotion on shit. Tired of your ass scratching me up with your dry ass knees and heels,” Khi said, as he slapped me on the ass, and I mushed his head. He bit me on my stomach, and I yelped out and laughed at him.
“That shit hurt,” I told him, and he chuckled as he stood to his feet. “What am I supposed to put on after I shower?”
“I’ll tell one of these broads to bring you something to wear,” Khi said before he kissed me once more and walked out of the room.
I walked into the bathroom and pulled the glass door open to the shower. Turning the knob to hot, I closed the door back and then looked around for another washcloth and some soap. I couldn’t wait to get that jailhouse funk off of me and just wash between my damn legs. I felt like I needed to take a good soak, but I honestly didn’t want to get too comfortable with two other bitches in the house.
When I turned around to head back into the room to grab my cell phone, Briana was standing in the doorway holding onto a t-shirt and pair of boy shorts. I reached out to grab everything from her, when she dropped it on the floor. She rolled her eyes and turned around and walked away. I leaned over to pick everything up, and then, stepped into the bedroom where this bitch had the nerve to sit her ass on the bed and fire up a cigarette.
“Bitch, I knew your ass was pregnant,” Briana said, as she took a pull from her cigarette and stared at my stomach.
I chose not to say anything to her and tried to walk around her dumb ass when she held her foot out like she wanted to trip me. I sucked my teeth and just stepped a couple of feet away from Briana. Where the hell was Skylarr at? I had missed her and thought about her and BJ every day that I was away from them, but I bet Briana hadn’t given her daughter a second thought.
I had just told myself in the bathroom that I was going to try harder and stop running from Khi, but this shit here made it so hard to do. This hoe just kept gunning for me. Like the fact that she thought that I was some scared, simple bitch is what bothered me the most about her. She thought I was the type that would let her keep punking me, but she had me fucked up.
“What’s your problem with me, Briana? Did you bother that other girl down there the way that you bother me now?” I asked her, as I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at her. I stood in front of her in just my bra and panties on, and the bitch acted like she couldn’t pull her eyes away
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“Yea, I fucked with that hoe real heavy, but I see I wasted my time. That nigga didn’t and still don’t give a fuck about Selena. He was just using her as a stepping stone to get over me, and it didn’t work.”
I chuckled and tried to walk around Briana again. She stood up from the bed and took a long puff from her cigarette. She had the nerve to blow the smoke in my face, as she stood in front of my wearing an envious smirk. This hoe was too much. I couldn’t help but feel bad for her, because she was stuck in love with somebody that didn’t even want her ass. Hell yea, I believed my man when he said that he didn’t give a damn about Briana or Selena.
No lie, at first, I was feeling like maybe he did still love her, or maybe he wanted to keep her around to keep her from around somebody else, but I was seeing shit for what it really was. I was sure that this hoe had heard Khi loud and clear yelling how much he didn’t care about her or Selena, and here she was trying to make it seem like he just couldn’t get over her junky ass. I scoffed and placed my hand on my hip.
“You one of them obsessed hoes. You like that bitch on the movie with Idris and Bey. That hoe wouldn’t stop coming for Idris. He gave that hoe a little advice and a compliment and she was all in love and thinking that man wanted her. That’s you. You that white girl, witcho crazy ass. You need to take your bitch ass downstairs and worry about your muthafuckin’ daughter that I’ve been being a mother too. That little girl be looking at me telling me how much she loves me, and your ass sitting around here trying to figure out how to make me mad over a man that don’t even want you boo. You chasing that nigga the same way you be chasing that high, you junky ass bitch. You keep fuckin’ with me hoe, you gonna find yourself in the alley with a needle in your arm. I can bet ya’ last dolla Khi won’t come to your rescue then.”
Briana brought her hand up to slap me and I stepped right in her face daring her to do it. I was trying to tell this hoe to stop playing with me. She must didn’t know I had to fight hoes off way bigger than her for three years doing lock up. I would eat this hoe if that’s how she really wanted to do it.
“You guys stop it. Damn, Khi is out there trying to keep all of us safe and you all in here fighting,” Selena said, as she stepped into the room, but it didn’t stop me and Briana from mugging each other. “Briana, leave her alone and get out of here. I will call Khi and tell him what you’re doing. You’re always trying to run somebody off. Go sit your ass down and leave her alone. That is his woman.”
“Oh, bitch please, you wasn’t worrying about her being his woman when you was up in that hotel sucking and fucking on him. Ain’t that what you told me, Selena,” Briana said, and I laughed. This girl would try anything to get me away from Khi. I shook my head in disgust and pushed past her to grab my cell phone from the bed.
“Shut up, Briana. You’re fuckin’ sad as hell. That man don’t want you or me. Hell, if my ass can see it, why the hell can’t you? Anyway, Cuba, I made you some chicken noodle soup and put you a Ginger Ale in the fridge for when you’re ready for it. Khi told me that you wasn’t feeling good, and I know that helps me when I’m feelin’ sick,” Selena told me, and I nodded my head.
“Bitch, there you go kissing ass. Dick must’ve been too good,” Briana said and giggled.
“Thanks,” I said to her, as I looked at Briana and rolled my eyes. I walked over, grabbed the clothes again and headed to the bathroom to finally take my shower. I was sure to close and lock the door behind me, because Briana was not to be trusted. I tested the temperature of the water that was already running and stepped inside of it.
Standing under the hot water relieved so much of the tension I had been feeling. Sitting in that cell over the weekend, brought back so many memories. It reminded me of my darkest days and how at one point I was so depressed and suicidal. Sitting there over the weekend also made me think about Alaska. I missed her so damn much. I just wanted so bad to hug her and tell her that I wasn’t mad at her. We all made mistakes in life and at the end of the day, that was my sister. I wished that she could be here to see how beautiful and smart her son was. That dude was a character, and I couldn’t wait to get some rest and go get the both of my babies.
Once I got out of the shower and got dressed, I went inside of the bedroom and climbed in bed. I noticed that Selena had bought the chicken noodle soup and Ginger Ale up to the room and placed it on the nightstand. I grabbed it and ate it while checking through all the messages that I had received while I was locked up. A few of my old friends had contacted me to check on me since they hadn’t seen me on Facebook in a few days, and Tangie had text not long ago checking on me. There were also a lot of damn messages from Rue, which surprised me since Khi had told his ass not to contact me any more concerning BJ.
Rue: I need to see my son Cuba. Pick up the damn phone.
Rue: Where are you at right now? Tell that nigga to let me see my son.
Rue: Fuck that. I’mma let your mama know she can go ahead and report Little Bryson as missing.
Rue: Ask that hoe ass nigga if he ready for those charges.
Rue: Bitcch I’mma find you and that nigga and I’mma get my damn son.
Rue: I’m running out of patience.
The messages went on and on with Rue making threat after threat, and all I could do was shake my head at his silly ass. I took a screenshot of all the messages and forwarded them to Khi’s phone. I then told him that I was about to change my number and that I would text him as soon as I did. It only took AT&T a few minutes to give me a new number, and they had agreed to do it for free after I told them that I was being harassed. Fuck Rue and what he was going through. BJ didn’t belong to him, and whatever Khi had done to get him was his business. Rue needed to be a man and holler at Khi about it and stop fucking harassing me.
I finished up my soup and sent my number to those who needed, then laid my ass down. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 15
Khi
I forwarded the screenshot that Cuba had sent to me of that nigga Rue harassing her to Tramell and Cassidy. I had already told that nigga if he had a muthafuckin’ problem that he had needed to contact me and not my girl, but I forgot that I was dealing with a bitch. I sucked my teeth at the thought of how much of coward that cat was and then slid my phone into my pocket.
“What’s wrong with this nigga?” Cassidy asked after he looked over what I had sent him.
“He just needs to be handled. I forgot all about his ass after this shit happened with Cuba, but I need the goonie Tramell to shut his ass up for good.”
“He’s talking about Dae’s little nigga,” Cassidy asked with his brows raised.
“Yea, they had some sick ass agreement going on. They would let Rue see the little boy, but not his own damn auntie. BJ was supposedly Cuba’s sister boyfriend Bryson’s son, but Dae told me that he felt like he was his, and when I looked at that little boy for the first time, I could see why Dae felt that way. I went over to Cuba’s folks’ house and told them that I was coming to pick the little boy up and take him with me. I got him tested, and when I found out that he really was the kid lil one, I told her folks that he wasn’t coming back. I had the goonie Tramell take them some bread and made them understand that if they tried anything, I wasn’t gonna be so nice the next time I came back. Rue’s ass had been playing daddy and shit, so I guess the nigga in his feelings and can’t accept the real,” I told Cassidy and sat back in my seat.
“Handle that nigga then. Muthafuckin’ asap, bruh. We gotta get back to the important shit. Ain’t got time to be wasting on niggas like Rue and these muthafuckin’ Arabs,” Cassidy told me, and I agreed.
We were sitting inside of Tamar’s office waiting on him to show up as well as KaeDee. Tamar had hit me up earlier this morning saying that he really needed to talk to me about some important shit, and I was hoping that nigga had come to his senses and was about to plug us back in. Shit was real live crazy out here, and every day I was losing a trap to th
e competition. It was supposed to be known that the shit belonged to the Prince brothers, but I guess it was also known that we wasn’t getting that work. Niggas was out here getting in where they fit in, and I couldn’t even be mad about that shit, but no lie, I was heated. I just hoped they knew that I was coming to take my shit back, and I wasn’t asking for it either. Bodies were simply dropping just off the fact that I felt disrespected.
“What up,” KaeDee said, as he walked in. He undid the jacket to his suit and sat on the other side of Cassidy. I only nodded, but didn’t say much to that nigga. I was still mad about the way he had done my shawty, and I didn’t think I would ever get over that shit.
“Cuba pregnant with the kid’s kid. Had to sit in that bitch ass cell all weekend throwing up and eating that nasty ass jail food,” I said, trying to let that nigga know that I was still salty about the shit.
“Tyrin killed Deonna,” KaeDee told me and stunned me into silence. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him oddly. That couldn’t be possible, because I know I had knocked that nigga’s cap back. Ol cocky ass nigga stood in KaeDee’s office on some straight up disrespect shit and was steady causing problems between KaeDee and his ol’ lady so I handled that shit.
“Not possible,” I said and sucked my teeth.
“I seen the images of that nigga at Deonna’s car the day she got killed with my own eyes. That’s what the fuck I’ve been trying to get you to come see me about,” KaeDee told me.
“Damn.” I shook my head and ran my hand across my face. Hearing that had really fucked me up and had me feeling like she was dead because of me. I had told KaeDee that he had nothing to worry about and that I was going to take care of the Tyrin situation. I told him to take care of his wife and get back right with her and that I was going to make sure that Tyrin would never fuck with a man’s wife again. Somehow, I had messed that up and that shit had come back on Deonna. That was not how it was supposed to be. My brothers counted on me, and I really hated when I didn’t come through for them. No matter how I felt about any of them, they were and always have been my priority. “I’m fucked up about that, KaeDee. For real man. I don’t know what the hell could’ve happened.”
