“Damn Renee what’s up?”
“Somebody killed him. He’s dead. It’s on the news!” I blurted out speaking almost too fast.
Diesel’s eyes shot to the TV screen. He studied it, hanging on to every word that the newscaster said. “Damn, that’s crazy. Did they know who did it?” He asked finally spoke.
“No, they don’t have any leads. It was probably his past coming back to haunt him. It ain’t no telling what he done did.” I shook my head.
“You okay baby?” He finally spoke again. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
I smiled at him. “I’m as fine as can be. That chapter of my life is finally all the way closed. What goes around comes around and I’m just happy that it’s over.”
Was I so wrong for finding joy in his death? Should I have just an inkling of sadness? I think not!
Diesel
I went ahead and had the locksmith change the locks at my new crib. Mel was definitely on some fuck shit, but that wasn’t stopping anything. Me and Renee decided to move into the new crib together. She didn’t like being by herself at night anymore and neither did I.
I gave her my black card and allowed her to decorate the place and I must say that she has it looking nice as hell! It fell good to finally be in my own shit again, and to share it with my queen.
Since ol’ boy’s death, me and Renee has become extremely close. It drew us together. I think she knows that I had something to do with it, but she hasn’t said anything and I wasn’t going to either.
We were pushing all of our past behind us and allowing it to stay there. I was on my building my family kick and I had baby fever. I’m pushing forty now, it past time to have me a jr.
I looked to Renee and we laid up in my California King sized bed. “You gone have my baby?” I asked. “I want to have a kid before I’m too old.
She laughed. “You’re serious about having a kid huh?” Her forehead creased. “I don’t know Diesel.”
“What don’t you know? You know I’m not going nowhere. We’re financially stable. You better stop playing and let me put one up inside you.” I cracked a smile, but I was so serious.
I know how she felt about mothering Diamond. It was obvious that she was afraid of failing at being a mother again. But, I knew that Renee would be a great mother.
“Put one in me, huh?” She smirked. “You’re so silly.
“But I’m so serious.” I told her, rolling on top of her. I pressed my forehead against hers. “You gone be my baby momma?”
“No, I’ll be your wife. Put a ring on my finger then we can talk about having babies, and baby mommas.”
“You said that like that’s a problem. I’ll have a rock on your finger tomorrow if that’s what you want.”
She held up her hand with the ring finger and pointed at it. “Well, I’m waiting.”
“I got you.” I assured her, kissing her lips as I undressed her at the same time. “You don’t have to worry about shit, but, which whip you’re going to drive when you and my seed step out.”
She started to protest but I pressed my lips firm against hers entering her. Her words were caught up in a soft moan as I slid in and out of her wet cave.
I don’t think I could ever prepare myself for the way that her tightness gripped me up. I had to flip her ass on her stomach and hit it from the back to avoid climaxing prematurely. I needed her to bust at least twice before I got off. If she didn’t then that meant that I wasn’t hitting it right. And I was a beast in the sheets, Mr. Make Her Cum Again. Cocky, I know. But it is what it is fucking with a nigga like me.
Mel
I stayed away from the city for as long as I could stomach it. Four months was a long time and I was glad to be back. I thought that taking Diesel’s money and running off with it would settle the score. But, it didn’t make me feel any better. Hell, he didn’t even know that I had gotten over on him with his money because he was surely living it up in that house like it was his.
I got one for his ass though. I was going to send the cops over to arrest him and his bitch for trespassing. He didn’t have any type of paperwork on the house and it was still in my friend’s name. I let out a laugh at just the thought of the way that he was going to go off.
I must admit, I almost missed him. That was odd to me, because I know without a shadow of a doubt that I hate him. I hate the sound of his deep ass voice, I hate the way he glides around like he’s the shit, and I hate that smile with those perfect teeth.
I began to wonder if I hated him or the fact that I was attracted to him more. I still didn’t want to admit it to myself though. I couldn’t admit it. Nah, you’re not falling for him. I told myself walking into the Farmington Hills Police Station.
I had my folder with all the legal documentation in there and I had my friend Talia meet me there to file the report. The house was in her name and the check had cleared her account. I’d given her $25,000 for helping, and she gave me the rest in a cashier’s check.
I allowed all the paper trail to fall on her. So if this plan backfired, my hands would be clean. I hated to play her like that, but hey, that’s just how the cookie crumbled.
I spotted Talia sitting in a set of chairs across from the front desk and waived for her to come to me. I had to coach her on what she was going to say in the report. I knew that she was smart enough not to incriminate us, but, I still had to make sure.
I rocked with Talia because she was loyal to me even though I wasn’t so loyal to her. She was an obedient friend and I liked a woman that listened.
I ran everything down to her and handed her the paperwork for the house. Then, I slipped out of the precinct before being detected and road to Diesel’s house. I parked a couple of houses down and killed the engine. I couldn’t wait to see his face when they knocked on his door.
Diesel
It was ten o’clock at night and there was a loud banging at my door. I wondered who the hell was knocking. No one except for Renee knew where I stayed and she was laying in the bed watching an episode of Love and Hip Hop. I didn’t even count Mel because she had disappeared off the face of the planet.
I made it to the door and looked out of the peephole. There were two police officers and some lady standing on the other side of it. I snatched the door open wondering what they wanted.
The officer looked me up and down, then he focused on a sheet of paper and at the address.
“Hello sir, I’m here because the owner of the house, Ms. Talia Rogers, has made a complaint that you’re trespassing on her property. Do you have a lease agreement or documentation that proves you should be here.”
He was a short and chubby Irish cat. Just by his demeanor I could tell that he was an asshole and I didn’t have time for this. I almost told him something, but, I remembered to keep my attitude in check because it would most definitely lead me to a jail cell.
“So is this Ms. Rogers?” I asked, irritated. I looked at the lady standing in between the two officers up and down. I knew her from somewhere but I just couldn’t place my finger on it.
“Excuse me. You’re talking to me.” The officer started, “Do you have any paperwork or not?”
So this was the game that Mel was playing, huh? This was why she just disappeared? Well I was smarter than the average bear. I had my put together a packet with proof that the check I wrote to purchase the home had been cashed. I had the date, and a copy of it with Talia Rogers’ name. I also had printed out text messages between me and Mel.
I went to my desk inside of my office and pulled them out. Plus, I had mail here and Michigan has a swatter’s rights law. They would have to take me to court to put me out.
I politely made my way back to the porch and shoved the papers into the officer’s face. Then I eyed Ms. Rogers, giving her the mean mug. I could tell by the cheap ass dollar store weave that she was rocking that she was on some shady shit. She couldn’t even look me in my eyes.
After looking over the paperwork, the officer turned to ol’ g
irl with a disapproving glare. “Ms. Rogers what are you trying to pull here?” He handed her the papers and she barely looked at them. “Look, you’re going to have to file a complaint in landlord tenant court.”
“Have a nice day, sir.” The other officer who hadn’t spoken the whole time nodded before everyone walked off. I watched them leave and I was livid! I needed to hit up an attorney asap to get everything straight.
Mel
I could just slap the shit out of Talia’s ass. She fucked everything up! When the police asked what was going on, all she had to say was that she was out of town and she had no knowledge of what was going on. Now she was ready to back off and fork over the deed to the house.
That would be her loss. It was her property and she could do as she pleased. I know one thing though, I wasn’t going to be giving her a dime of that $150,000 from Diesel back She’s the one that messed up. She could have had the house and the $25,000 that I gave her.
The house belonged to her ex-boyfriend. It was in her name and when he was murdered, she inherited everything, including his cars, his jewelry, his stash and two other houses. Talia wasn’t hurting for money at all and that’s why her scary ass was throwing in the towel so easily.
“I knew I shouldn’t have got involved in your shit Melisa.” She boomed, marching into my house like she owned the place. Her face was all tight, looking like a Chihuahua puppy. “If the police come at me and I go down for this shit, I’m fucking you up.” She added.
Did this bitch just threaten me? I wish she would put her hands on me. I rolled my eyes, waving her off. “Whatever, I went over the plan with you but you’re the one that dropped the ball.” I stepped closer to her, getting into her personal space. “And furthermore, don’t you ever threaten me again!” I gave her the look of death, intending to instill fear in her.
She didn’t flinch. “Bitch please! That wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. I will fuck yo’ shiesty ass up without a second thought.”
Damn, when did this bitch grow some balls? Oh she thinks that she’s tough? I reached over and smacked the shit out of her and I was about to drag her ass. But, she had the nerve to sucker punch me back, catching me off guard.
It was on from there. We were in my living room fighting like cats and dogs. I had misjudges Talia, she was putting up a fight. Lord, I wasn’t prepared for this.
Then it happened, I slipped and she took advantage of my vulnerability. He began to stomp me out. He had the audacity to put her nasty ass feet on me and it had me seeing stars.
At this point, I just gave up. I was shocked. For as long as I had known Talia, she was a pushover. I had something for her ass though. She should have known not to fuck with a crazy bitch!
“And yo’ trifling ass can keep that money from the house.” She spat once she had stopped fighting me. Her breath was all winded. “That money is nothing to me. You’re a fake ass bitch and you’ll never have any good luck.” She looked down at me with such disgust, then she snatched her purse up and marched off like she just did something. The only reason that she got the ups on me was because I fell.
Shit, my body was aching. “I need to hit the gym!” I groaned, peeling myself up from the ground. I was past pissed. Just look at my house! It looked as if a tornado had hit it. Who was going to clean this shit up?
Diesel
I wasn’t feeling the way that Mel was trying to play me like a punk ass nigga. The bitch is playing a game that she can’t win. I could buy ten more of these houses. Besides that, I’d burn this motherfucka’ to the ground before I allowed someone to put me out.
To say that I was pissed about everything that transpired would be an understatement. She was doing herself a favor by staying away. I should have let Renee tag that ass.
I began to smile just thinking about Renee. My baby stayed ready to pop off. I liked that, but, I wasn’t about to let her be out here fighting and carrying on. She didn’t have to.
Speaking of Renee, I was supposed to be meeting her at the house in a few minutes so that we could go see that damned girly move with Idris Elba in it. Fuck Idris! I know I’m cuter than him. I mused, hopping up from Gotti’s couch and announcing that I was about to leave. I had been chilling over there for a couple of hours, kicking it with the fellas while sipping on a few Coronas.
I was supposed to bring Renee with me so that her and Chiquita could get to know each other. But, for some reason, Renee didn’t too much care for Gotti or Chiquita. I didn’t even try to figure out why. Gotti was my homeboy and Renee was m lady. That was all that mattered.
“Alright nigga.” Gotti said, standing to give me dap and walk me to the door. “Let me know if you want me to off that bitch.” He leaned in and whispered, referring to Mel.
I shook my head with a smile. Gotti stayed ready to bust his guns, and that was the main reason I kept him on my team.
“Nah, I ain’t even worried about her. I paid for the house and I ain’t going nowhere. She ain’t getting over on nobody but her damn self.” I told him, making my way out of the house.
He just nodded his head. I knew that Gotti was serious as a heart attack. He took loyalty to heart and he didn’t play when it came to the people he considered family.
The movies was packed, much to my displeasure. Renee was lucky that I loved her ass. I haven’t been to the show in years, and as I stood in this long ass line that didn’t seem to be moving, I concluded that this probably would be my last time coming.
Renee said that we need to be doing more regular people stuff. But what do “regular” people do? She wanted to do stuff like going skating ans shit. I’m damn near forty, what I look like hopping my big ass on some skates.
Let me stop complaining though. I’d do anything for my baby. Even if it meant standing in this long line while the fag in front of us keeps looking back at me. I want to ask him what the hell he looking at but I’m trying to ignore him. I had a lot on my mind lately and I didn’t want to have to take that shit out on him.
“Yo name Diesel ain’t it?” He finally spoke, completely facing me now.
I looked at him again to see if I knew him. I didn’t and I wasn’t trying to have no conversation with him, so I just turned away.
“I knew that was you!” He boomed, all hyped up. “I know you doing yo’ thang with the music and I’m the hottest nigga in the city!” He boasted.
Aww shit, I sighed. I hope he wasn’t about to start rapping to me. I just wanted to chill in peace. And Renee wondered why I didn’t like doing “regular” shit other than the bar.
Before I got a chance to respond, this fool got to spitting some crazy shit that had me looking at him with a blank stare.
“I’ll punch a nigga in his face and make his eye bleed.
Kidnap ya daughter, nigga try me…”
He kept it going, rapping for what seemed like forever. I mean he was all into it too, using his hands to emphasize his words and everything. I was past irritated. I couldn’t drown him out even if I wanted to. All I was trying to do was get some popcorn and watch this damn movie.
When I didn’t say anything, I guess he took that as his cue to keep going. Renee must have been irritated by it too. She pulled on my arm and gave me that look.
Enough was enough. I stopped him. “Look, me and my-”
“Hold up, hold up. This the sweet part.” He had a nerve to cut me off. “Hustle all day, Hustle all night. I hustle, I hustle!”
I was trying to be nice but he wasn’t getting it. So I said fuck it. “Don’t you see me with my lady, nigga? Ain’t nobody trying to hear that wack ass shit.” I grimaced, giving him an ice-grill.
Renee knew that I was about to go off too, because she began to rub my arm in an attempt to calm me down. Me and ol’ boy were locked in a serious stare down. I could tell that if he could, he would have slapped the shit out of me. I dare him to try me. He would have to prove that he was as gangster as the shit he was trying to rap about.
“Fuck you!” He finally spat, hi
s chest was all swelling up. I was waiting for him to swing. I wasn’t about to be in this bitch wrestling with no kids. I had my nine tucked on my waist, waist for niggas like him.
“Chill out D’Angelo!” His girlfriend squealed, grabbing him trying to yank him away. “We’re all the way in Dearborn and I’m not about to bail you out of jail!” She added, looking from me to her little fuck boy.
He snatched away still griming me. Okay he think he tough.
I looked around, a few people began to stare, but I didn’t give a damn. I discreetly lifted my shirt a bit just so that he could see a hint of my pistol. “You feeling froggish little nigga?” I asked, as his eyes bucked and he and his girl took a few steps back.
“Oh my goodness! Diesel!” Renee yelped. “Come on before you be the one in jail tonight. Forget this movie!”
I kept my eyes trained on this fool. By now we had caused too big of a scene. I saw the security guard in the corner on his radio, and people were staring so I decided to make my exit. Maybe I did go a little too far. But I felt like I was being tried a little too much lately.
I hadn’t been home all day, so I wasn’t surprised that my mail box was full. I grabbed the mail while listening to Renee still complaining about what went down at the movies.
I didn’t respond. I just listened. I wasn’t trying to argue with her. I was trying to hit that tonight.
That shit wasn’t even my fault, I thought opening an envelope addressed to me without a return address. Enclosed was a letter with no name and the deed to this house. I looked the deed over with shock. I thought that Mel was trying to play me but I see she got that shit together real quick.
I looked over the letter next. I assumed it was from Mel but as I read it, I definitely began to realize that it wasn’t from her. Whoever sent it had me feeling some type of way about the content. It read,
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