If I Was Your Woman 2: A BBW Camden Love Story

by Mz. Toni

  “So word is it’s that bitch made nigga Tre, the one that shot up my car.” When I said that everyone stood there with shocked faces.

  “Naw boss, you sure about this shit, Tre smarter than that.”

  “I'm not sure, but I do know niggas get real stupid over pussy.”

  “Say no more, we’ll have that nigga by the morning, what you want us to do with him?”

  “Hold him at the spot for me,” I said taking another shot and ending the meeting. I really hope this nigga wasn't bold enough to try and come at me over some fuck shit he did.

  “What the fuck you holding meetings and shit without me,” Mark said walking into my office.

  “Nigga shut the fuck up, I know Cam going through a lot you need to be there for her.”

  “I can be there for her and still hold shit down!”

  “Yeah I know cuz my bad.”

  “So what’s the verdict?”

  “Man John heard through the streets that it was that nigga Tre.”

  “I don't think he would have hurt her,” Mark said pissing me off.

  “Fuck you mean? That nigga used her as a punching back, what you forgot?”

  “Naw I ain't forget I'm just saying.”

  “I hear what you're saying and I ain't feeling that shit.”

  “Aight cuz if you say he did it I'm wit you,” he said dapping me up.

  “Kiss my goddaughter for me.”

  “I got you, but yo you need to go see ya mom she worried about you,” Mark said.

  “Aight maybe tomorrow but for right now, Imma go see my Tae baby and head home,” I said preparing to leave. When I got to the hospital I waited at the door while Camille talked to Shante.

  “I miss you so much best friend.”

  “I need for you to wake up best friend and tell me who did this shit to you.”

  “Are you ok?” a nurse asked Camille.

  “Yes I'm fine, thank you.”

  “I've been trying to call her mother but the number she left with the front desk isn't on,” the nurse said surprising me.

  “Her mother came? When?” Camille asked.

  “She comes quite often, she doesn't go in the room just asks if she’s woken up then leaves.”

  “Hmmm ok,” she replied. Now that shit was weird to me, maybe she’s changed and really does care for Shante. The way she behaved the last time I saw her at the hospital was some bullshit. I just hope she isn't on no sneaky snake shit.

  “Why you ain't go in?” Mark asked from behind me.

  “Your girl was in there talking to her.”

  “She need to come home anyways, plus ya mom coming to spend some time with her, just give me a minute.”

  “You ready to go babe?” Mark asked when he walked into the room.

  “I can't leave her.”

  “My aunt coming up here.”

  “I don't know, I still think I should stay.”

  “Come on babe you need rest.”

  “Nah I'm good, she can come but I'm not leaving.”

  “Aight but Kasan about to come up here for a little.”

  “Ugh I guess I’ll leave.”

  “Why you acting like that towards my cuz?”

  “It's all his fault I can feel it.”

  “You don't know that.”

  “I didn't have shit to do with it!” I said tired of the bullshit.

  “Kasan.”

  “Camille,” I replied back. This shit was crazy. We went from being like brother and sister to her hating my guts.

  “Look y’all need to come in this room and talk this shit out!” my mother snapped from behind me.

  “Ma I ain't got time for this shit.”

  “Since when you start talking to me like that?”

  “My bad, I got way too much shi… I mean stuff to deal with, I don't need her selfishness.”

  “I'm selfish?” Camille asked shocked.

  “Hell yeah!”

  “Nigga I think you the selfish one! I asked you to leave her alone but naw you had to have her right?”

  “You're right Camille a nigga had to have her, fuck you mean, I love her!” I said with conviction.

  “If y’all don't have shit else in common y’all got one thing,” Mark said while shaking his head.

  “Y’all both love Shante,” my mother said.

  “Man fuck him!” Camille said.

  “Fuck me? Naw fuck you bitch!” I said walking quickly towards her.

  “Yo chill out nigga that's my girl!” Mark said.

  “And I'm your muthafucking cuzin!”

  “It's like that cuz?”

  “Straight like that! I ain't gonna keep letting this bitch talk to me any kinda way cuz she ya girl, man fuck that,” I said heated.

  “Nigga and I ain't gonna let you disrespect my girl!” he said getting in my face.

  “Cut it the hell out!” my mom said with tears in her eyes. That definitely got me and Mark’s attention, we both hated to see her cry.

  “This shit supposed to bring y’all together but y’all letting it tear y’all apart.”

  “You right Mama Betty and I guess I took my anger out on Kasan,” Camille said with tears falling from her eyes.

  “That's understandable baby but you can't blame him for everything.”

  “I know but it’s been over a month, I'm so scared.”

  “I'm scared too sis, I'm trying to be strong but shit I'm in pain too,” I said hugging Camille.

  “I'm so sorry Kasan!”

  “It's all good,” I replied meaning every word. We all stayed at the hospital with Shante until visiting hours were over for all but one person. I decided to let Camille stay and I'm glad I did. I received a text message saying that they had my package. I wasn't going to lie that shit got my dick hard thinking of all the ways I could kill this bitch nigga.

  “Yo Mark, we gotta head out.”

  “Is everything ok?” my mother asked me.

  “Everything is good,” I replied kissing her cheek. Mark knew it was business so he wasted no time grabbing his shit and preparing to leave. On the drive over to the warehouse no words were exchanged, no music was playing. I had one thing on my mind and that was finding out if he had anything to do with my girl getting shot. Walking into the warehouse, the first thing I spotted was Tre badly beaten and tied up.

  “‘What the fuck!” I said pissed.

  “What’s up Kasan we got him.”

  “Nigga I ain't tell you to fuck em up, I told you to bring him to me,” I said shaking my head.

  “This the nigga that shot Shante!”

  “You don't know if that's true Chris that's why I told you to bring him here so I could find out!”

  “Man he did that shit and he deserves to die for hurting her.”

  “Now let’s say it is true, how the fuck we supposed to get info from this nigga if he unconscious? Answer me that.”

  “I ain't think about that shit man.”

  “Get me somebody to clean this nigga up so I can talk to him.” I looked over to find Mark shaking his head just like me.

  “I swear he too fucking smart to be acting so fucking stupid.”

  “Who you telling nigga,” I said still pissed. By the time a nurse arrived and the time it took to fix the nigga up, hours had already passed.

  “This man was severely beaten, I can't say when he will wake up,” the nurse said. I couldn't hide my anger even if I wanted to. I knew them niggas were a few crayons short of a box but they didn't have to beat him like that.

  “My bad boss man.”

  “Your bad? Your fucking bad nigga, you gotta start using your fucking head!”

  “Man you ain't gotta talk to me like that, I was tryna help you.”

  “And did you?”

  “Did I what?”

  “Nigga did you help me!” I said while grabbing the bridge of my nose.

  “I guess I didn't,” he said looking stupid.

  “Are you taking your medicine?”

 
“Naw it makes me feel funny like I can't think straight.”

  “Take your medicine Chris,” I said while walking away.

  “I know that's your boy and shit, but...”

  “Yeah nigga I know,” I said not even needing this nigga to finish his sentence.

  Chapter Four

  (Camille)

  Me and Kasan have actually been getting along a lot better since we had that breakthrough at the hospital. I've been so tired lately my time has been spread thin between my one-year-old daughter Mylee and spending time with Shante. I miss her so much that it makes my heart hurt. There’s been so many times that I've dialed her number to gossip and when she doesn't answer I remember that she can't. My future husband and love of my life has been so supportive and understanding, I plan on breaking him off with some of this wet wet tonight. My thoughts were interrupted by my ringing phone.

  “Hello.”

  “Hey Camille, how are you baby?”

  “Hey Ms. Alex I'm good.”

  “That's good. Where my knucklehead son at?”

  “He’s in the bathroom hold on,” I replied putting her on hold.

  “Babeeeeee!” I screamed.

  “What’s up baby?” Mark asked.

  “Your mom is on the phone.”

  “Naw I don't want to talk to her.”

  “Babe don't be like that. I know you don't like her boyfriend but she grown.”

  “It ain't about that Camille, she different.”

  “Babe I got her on hold please just talk to her, Mylee misses her too,” I said knowing that would get his attention.

  “You think you fucking slick,” he said before snatching my phone away from me.

  “Hey ma,” he said with an attitude. See Mark is upset because his mom got a new boyfriend. Now I would be lying if I said the nigga didn't rub me the wrong way. It was just something about him that creeped me out, but that ain't our business, all that matters is how Alex feels about him and for right now she’s madly in love. They spoke on the phone for a half an hour which was the longest that they’d spoken in weeks. I was surprised to hear Mark invite her and the boyfriend over for dinner tonight, I thought that was very sweet of him. After he hung up, I just stared at him waiting for a fucking explanation. Now don't get me wrong, I wanted him to mend the relationship with his mom because I honestly loved her as if she was my own mom, but for him to go from mad as hell to now inviting them over to our house was weird as hell.

  “Why you staring at me like that?”

  “Mark Richards don't fucking play with me!” I said with my hands on my hips.

  “Man I don't like that nigga, but I ain't tryna push my moms away either. So Imma be cool and let that nigga hang himself,” he said, using common sense for once in his life. I had to beg him for hours not to kill the nigga when they first met.

  “I'm proud of you babe.”

  “Show me just how proud of me you are,” he said sexily. Pulling his dick out of his pants, I couldn't help but be turned on as I slowly wrapped my mouth around his huge dick.

  “Damn Cam,” he moaned while grabbing my hair.

  “Dammit Mark what the fuck I tell you about touching my head!”

  “My bad baby that shit just feel so good.”

  “Yeah whatever nigga keep ya hands where I can see them,” I said before I went back to sucking. I sucked his dick as if it would be my last time. I slurped, licked, hummed and moaned. I loved sucking his smooth, pretty dick, it always got me soaking wet.

  “Damn babe I'm about to cum!” he said trying to push me off him.

  “Let me taste it daddy,” I said sexily. I tightened my jaws while taking all of his dick down my throat. It wasn't long until he shot his load into my mouth, never one to waste; I swallowed it all in one drop.

  “That shit was good as hell!” he said kissing my forehead.

  “You deserved it babe.”

  “You going to see Shante today?”

  “Yeah especially since my mom has Mylee.”

  “Aight well Imma holla at you later.”

  “Ok make sure you call me!” I yelled. While heading into the bathroom I heard vibrating but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. I searched the whole bathroom. Looking under the sink, I checked the linen closet, hell I even checked in the trash but I came up with nothing.

  “I just got off the phone with Kasan; he’s coming to dinner tonight too,” Mark said scaring the hell out of me, while I was checking under the bathroom sink again.

  “Okay cool it will be nice to have everyone here,” I said.

  “Lose something?” he asked suspiciously.

  “Nope, I thought I heard something, but I guess I was wrong,” I said.

  “Aight well I'm out of here,” he said. Instead of sticking around searching for some shit like a mad woman, I got ready to start dinner. This nigga knew I couldn't cook to save my life, I mean I could do simple shit like boil water, make eggs or some shit like that but when it came to full four course meals I was an amateur. It was days like this when I wished my best friend was here to save me. Grabbing my coat, I headed to Corrine’s Soul Food restaurant to buy something to feed these people. Calling Corrine’s, I placed my large order only to find out that it wouldn't be done for over an hour. That gives me time to get a little shopping in and stop by to see my bestie.

  When I walked into her room I was surprised to see her mom standing at the nurse’s station arguing with Shante’s doctor and nurses.

  “This shit has to be against the law or some shit. Y’all got my daughter in that bed like a fucking vegetable!” she screamed causing a scene.

  “Ma’am please lower your voice,” the nurse whispered.

  “Bitch you mind ya business, you got your little CNA license and you think you the shit!”

  “I don't appreciate you disrespecting my staff, you really need to leave before I'm forced to call security,” the doctor said obviously losing his patience with her.

  “What the hell is going on here?” I asked.

  “I'm trying to explain to Ms. Adams that her daughter is gradually improving and it’s my medical opinion that she stay on life support,” the doctor explained after pulling me to the side.

  “What you mean stay on?”

  “Her mother says we are being cruel by keeping her on life support and if we do not take her off immediately she will sue me and the hospital,” the doctor said shaking his head.

  “Can she do that?”

  “Honestly Ms. Delgado, with the right lawyer she could. Shante isn't married, she didn't have a power of attorney nor does she have a will therefore Mr. Richards can't make any legal decisions because her parents are the next of kin.”

  “Ok so her father can fight this?”

  “Of course, he has the same power as her mother.”

  “So would this happen right away?”

  “No not at all, regardless of what her mother wants there are still steps and procedures in regards to taking her off of life support.”

  “Ok doctor thank you, I'm going to make some phone calls.”

  “Not a problem Ms. Delgado, you and your family are in my prayers,” the doctor replied before walking away. I can't believe this bitch was really trying to kill her own fucking child, like how low can you be. She had life all the way fucked up if she thought she was getting away with this shit. Pulling out my phone, I called Kasan and Shana on three-way.

  “We have a big fucking problem!” I screamed into the phone when they answered.

  “What's wrong?” Shana asked.

  “We’ll talk when y’all get to the hospital.”

  “Is my Tae baby good?” Kasan asked.

  “She is for now. Kasan, I need you to call Carlos ASAP!”

  “I got you,” he replied sounding confused. Hanging up with them, I called Mark and told him I needed him at the hospital. Within a half an hour, everyone was piled into Shante’s room as I explained everything that was going on.