by Mz. Lady P
“Why would you put your hands on her like that?”
“Ma I’m sorry. It truly was an accident.”
“Accident, my ass! Please miss me with the bullshit! What the hell is going on with ya’ll now?”
“We both agreed that we would separate. I wasn’t really feeling it, but she said that she was tired of all the bullshit with Carmen. I was mad, but I had to respect her wishes. So, last night at the club opening I brought a date with me just to fuck with her. The broad ain’t shit to me. Trish got mad and threw a drink in my face. I went to look for her and found her outside getting in the car with some nigga.”
“Let me guess. Seeing her with another man pissed you off, huh?”
“Yeah. All I could think of was him touching my wife. She belongs to me and no other nigga.”
I couldn’t do shit but laugh at this fool I gave birth to. The look on his face let me know that he was dead ass serious.
“Damn Ma. It’s like that? How you going be laughing when we having a serious conversation?”
I immediately stopped laughing and put my serious face on. I had to spit knowledge to my son. He had life fucked all the way up if he thought it was okay to think he could do the bullshit he had done to Trish and get away with it.
“I love you Markese, but if she was with another man, you brought it on yourself. That girl was with you when I was strung out on that shit. I remember her and her momma taking care of you and Aja. She loved you when you didn’t have shit. She loves your kids despite the fact that you cheated on her and had them. They are a constant reminder of your lies and deceit. Let’s not forget their psychotic ass mother who has terrorized this family. I’m sorry, but that shit is your fault. Not to mention you had the nerve to have a DNA test done on that baby knowing he was yours. Trish loves her shop. It being burned down like that took a lot out of her. She came over here crying about you not being supportive enough when she needs you. That’s why she is out with another man. You’re not giving her what she needs to be happy.” He just sat there looking stupid as hell. Markese knew I was telling the truth.
“So what do you suggest I do to get my wife back?”
“I suggest you start treating your wife like a Queen and not like some bitch on the street that you’re just fucking. Get your shit together before it’s too late. Take your kids home. I need some alone time with your Daddy, If you get my drift.”
We both laughed and I kissed him on the forehead and left him sitting there. Next on my agenda is hot pussy ass Aja around here fucking and kissing her ex. That shit makes no sense at all to me. She knows better than to get mixed up with Marlo’s psycho ass.
Chapter 16-Aja
The grand opening of the club was epic. I am so proud of my husband and my brother. Speaking of my brother, this nigga has officially lost his mind bringing some random bitch around us. I’m not sure what’s going on with Trish and my brother but the shit has got to stop. I have been calling Trish all night without an answer. I called Markese and he was at Gail’s house. I wasn’t really feeling her and her attitude with me lately. I already know it’s about the Marlo situation. That was a one-time thing. That shit will never happen again. I have moved back in the house with Rahmeek. Things are going good. However, Marlo is constantly calling and texting me. I had to put his ass on the block list. I just pray that Marlo gets the picture and leave me alone. His stupid ass gon’ get us both killed.
I walked inside my mother’s living room and observed Markese on the couch with all his kids. He looked pitiful as hell. Served his ass right for flaunting that bitch in Trish face.
“Hey big bro.”
“What’s up lil sis?”
“Shit. I’m worried about you and Trish. What’s going on with ya’ll?”
Markese rubbed his hand over his goatee and laid his head back on the couch.“She’s fucking with another nigga. I saw her get in his car last night. She stayed out all night with that nigga. We’re not even living in the same house anymore. It’s like she hates me. That’s some shit I can’t deal with.”
I was speechless because this is the first I heard of them not being together. Markese looked like shit. I really felt sorry for him. I sat beside him on the couch and rested my head on his shoulder. Despite being older and married, I’m still a baby around my big brother. I could be mad at him one minute and all under him the next.
“Everything will be okay. You know how Trish gets when she is mad at you. I’ll talk with her.”
“Thanks, lil sis.”
He kissed me on the forehead and that’s when my Momma walked in the living room with her hands on her hips. Here we go with this shit. I thought to myself
“I’m going to cut straight to the chase. Did you have sex with that fool Marlo in Niyah’s house?”
“Yeah Momma. It won’t happen again.”
I put my head down in shame because Markese had a disappointed look on his face. “I’m sorry Markese. I was just upset about everything going on with Rahmeek. If it’s any consolation, Hassan told Rahmeek. We have talked about it and it’s over. We’re good, Ma. So please stop worrying about me.”
“Baby girl, you don’t get it. I’m worried about Marlo. We all know how crazy that nigga was about you. He would shoot a nigga if they looked at you wrong. He’s fucking with Rahmeek now. Marlo ain’t ready for the noise my son-in-law will bring his ass. So, if he knows like I know he better breathe easy and stay away from you. Or should I be saying that you need to stay your hot pussy ass away from him?” Markese nodded and agreed with my mother. I laughed at both them.
“Momma I always knew you were Team Rah.”
“You damn right. He might fuck up from time to time. However, he’s a provider and loves his family. That’s my son-in-law no matter what.”
As soon as I got ready to respond, Trish and Mike walked through the door. I wanted to say something, but the look in her eyes said now was not the time. Trish walked in and snatched the baby from Markese and walked right out of the door. She slammed the door so hard she knocked a couple of pictures off of the wall.
“Damn! You done fucked up now, son,” Mike said as he and my mother walked to the back of the house. I thought that Markese would go behind her but he didn’t. He just sat there looking like a fool.
“Are you going to just sit here and let her go?”
“Yep. I hurt Trish and she ain’t feeling me right now. I’m going to give her the space she wants. Let me get my kids to the crib.”
Markese got up and left. Over the years, they have fallen out plenty of times but nothing like this. I truly believe it may be over. I hope and pray that it isn’t over between them. I would feel like a little girl whose parents are getting a divorce. They have both practically raised me. I need to talk with Trish. Hopefully, I can get through to her before this shit gets more out of hand than it already is. I made it to Trish’s house about an hour later. I was getting ready to park when I saw a fine ass Mexican man carrying my fucking nephew. He placed him in the back of the car in his car seat and he got into the driver’s seat. A couple of minutes later, Trish emerged from the house carrying some bags. I hopped out the car and walked towards her.
“What the fuck is going on, Trish? Who is that nigga holding my nephew?”
“Look Aja, not right now. I need to get away lil sis. I promise I’ll be back on Monday. We can talk about everything then, okay?”
She hugged me and got inside the car. I was flabbergasted as I stood there watching her drive away. I’m just glad Markese didn’t see that nigga holding his son. It definitely would have been some bloodshed. I turned around to get in my car and that’s when I saw Marlo leaning against his Benz. I know this nigga is not stalking me, I said to myself. I walked towards my car and tried to get in, but he blocked me. I tried pushing him out of the way.
“Move Marlo. I need to get home and get my son!”
“You think you can just fuck my brains out and leave me hanging.” He caressed the side of my face and I m
oved my face away.
“I told you that shit was a mistake. I’m back with my husband. Please, Marlo, stop calling me and following me before shit gets real for you. Rahmeek don’t play this shit that you’re pulling.”
“You, out of everybody, know I’m not scared of your bitch ass husband. He bleeds just like I do. At the end of the day, I was your first. I’ll be your last and everything after that. Get with the fucking program, Aja.”
He kissed me on the lips and walked away from me. I was so damn happy he drove away. On the ride home, I contemplated telling Rahmeek about our encounter. I was scared because lately his temper has been through the roof. He has been overwhelmed with the club. The last thing I need to do was add to his stress. He would be pissed if he found out from someone else and not me. We have been doing good since we decided to make this shit work. Marlo’s psycho ass ain’t worth me fucking up with my husband. It would be in my best interest to tell him. I don’t need him laying hands on my ass. I’m still feeling the after effects of him slapping my ass the last time.
The smell of greens and smoked turkey tails could be smelled as soon as I pulled into the driveway of our house. I entered the kitchen and immediately went towards the stove. Rahmeek was cooking dressing, baked macaroni, candy yams, greens, and roast. It had been a minute since he got down in the kitchen. I was glad he cooked because my stomach was in my back. I searched the house and found Rahmeek and this bitch Karima sitting in my living room on my damn couch. I looked at them like they both had lost their minds.
“They released your ass, huh?” I asked with a smirk on my face.
“Yes. I’m so glad. I just stopped by to tell you and Rahmeek how much I appreciate ya’ll taking care of her while I was away. From the bottom of my heart I really appreciate you.”
“It’s all good. We love Lil Momma.”
“Well let me get her home. I have to be in before ten at night. We will stick to the same schedule. I’ll make sure to have her back to you guys on the weekend.”
“It’s cool, Karima. You can have her this weekend so that you all can get reacquainted.”
Karima and Brooklyn walked out of the door and I could tell Rahmeek was missing his little girl already. He stood in the doorway and watched as she drove away. I hugged him around the waist and kissed his neck. We closed the door and headed back inside.
“So, what’s up with the feast in the kitchen?”
“Nothing major. I just wanted to cook dinner for my family for a change. Now go set the table and wake up Lil Rah from his nap. He thinks he can sleep all day and be up all night cockblocking his pops. I need to make love to you tonight,” Rahmeek spoke to me as he went inside the kitchen and turned off the pots.
“How come you can’t make love to me right now?” I walked towards him and dropped down to my knees. I unbuckled his belt and unleashed the beast. I placed it in my hot and wet mouth. I methodically sucked and slurped on it hungrily.
Rahmeek grabbed the back of my head and guided my head up and down on his dick. As soon as he came in my mouth, I heard Lil at the top of the stairs calling out for us. “
“I told you he’s a cockblocker.”
We both laughed as he fixed his pants and went to get Lil Rah. Once I set the table and we sat down to eat. I knew now was the best time to tell Rah about Marlo.
“I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to get upset and go ballistic.” I couldn’t even look at him in his face because I was scared like I had done something wrong. I just kept staring down at my plate of food. Rahmeek was staring me down like a hawk.
“I don’t have time for all this stalling Aja. We’re back on the right track. Now what the fuck do you have to tell me?”
“Lately, Marlo has been calling and texting my phone. I never answered his calls or responded to his texts. I ended up putting him on the block list. Today, he followed me to my mother’s house. I told him what happened between us was a mistake. I told him that we were back together. He basically started talking about how he’s not scared of you and I belonged to him.”
Rahmeek got up from his chair and flipped the whole table over. I jumped up and grabbed Lil Rah because started to cry.
“Calm down, Rahmeek!”
“What the fuck you mean, calm down? That nigga talking all reckless and shit. I’m about to fuck dude up.”
He walked out the door without even looking back. I knew I shouldn’t have said shit. I will be blamed for whatever happens between him and Marlo. I wanted to go after him, but I knew that was a bad idea. I cleaned up all of the food he knocked on the floor and went to bed. I really wish I never told him. I can only imagine what he has done to Marlo.
Chapter 17- Rahmeek
The fact that this bitch made ass nigga think it’s okay to disrespect me has me livid. I did beyond the fucking speed limit headed towards Hassan and Niyah’s crib. I pulled in their driveway at the same time that Marlo’s bitch ass did. I went inside my glove compartment and grabbed my Desert Eagle. I exited the car and walked towards his ass full speed. That nigga never seen me coming when he exited his vehicle. I didn’t come over here to do no talking. I cocked backed my hammer and let loose. I hit his ass in both legs. He yelled out in pain as I stood over his ass in the driveway.
“Bitch ass nigga, I don’t know if you need Hooked on Phonics or what. Stay away from my fucking wife. That shit between ya’ll is over. I just gave your bitch ass was a warning. I’m aiming for your dome Next time. I spared your ass out of love for Niyah, but keep testing me and that shit will go out of the window.” I kicked his bitch ass in the face and left his ass leaking in the driveway.
****
It was about eight in the morning the next day when I heard Niyah banging on our front door. Aja jumped up and went to open the door. I was right behind her I knew Niyah was pissed off at me.
“Why are you banging on the door like that this early in the morning? Is everything okay, bestie?
“Get that fake ass shit out of my face, Aja! You know damn well everything is not okay. Your husband came to my house yesterday and shot my brother in both of his legs.”
Aja turned around and looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I really don’t know why she was shocked. She already knows I’m about that gunplay. I just sat down on the couch and waited for Niyah to finish her rant.
“Actually, I didn’t know shit. So, I’m going to need you to stop disrespecting me in my fucking house. I understand your upset about Marlo, but that nigga was stalking me so I told my husband.”
“Bitch please! What the fuck did you think would happen, Aja? You fucked my brother the first night he came home from jail. You know damn well how Marlo is about you. I’m sorry but I have no sympathy for your sneaky pussy ass. I’m not saying that Marlo was right for following or constantly calling you after you asked him not to. However, you are not innocent in all of this.”
“Bitch, I never said I was innocent. As a matter of fact, I’m not about to go back and forth with you about this, Niyah. You’re my friend and the last thing I want is for us to beef.
“I’m not sure I want to be friends with your selfish ass anymore. You think the world revolves around Aja. You never think about the consequences behind your actions. Let me enlighten you on some shit. Just like you love Markese, I love Marlo. Don’t get it twisted, I will go hard for my blood right or wrong. If it means losing you as a friend and Hassan as a husband, then so be it. As for you, Rahmeek, I’m not fucking with you at all period. Stay away from me and my kids. I mean that shit. You disrespected me and put my kids in danger yesterday. This is the last straw for me. You two belong together with ya’ll dysfunctional asses.”
“There is no need for you to disrespect Aja. I’m the one you’re mad at. Get all that shit off of your chest your feeling. I really don’t give a fuck. I’m going to tell you like I told your bitch ass brother, next time I’m aiming for his dome!”
“Your ass is not the only one who knows how to use a gun. Tha
t shit goes both ways. I’m done with ya’ll,” Niyah said as she walked back to her car.
Aja was standing there crying. I felt sorry for her because she and Niyah are thick ass thieves. At the same damn time, this shit was bound to happen. My only concern now is my relationship with Hassan. He loves Niyah just like I love Aja, but before we had wives, all we had was each other. Shit, only time will tell.
Chapter 18- Hassan
All this bullshit that was going on had me pissed the fuck off. I knew the moment, Niyah’s brother walked into my house he was going to be a problem. Immediately, he wanted to know how I got money and who I got it with. This nigga was on some bullshit. Now that Rah has put some hot shit in his ass, it’s beef. I’m not ready to choose between my wife and my brother. As a matter of fact, I’m not about to choose.
Since Rahmeek popped Marlo’s ass, Niyah has been acting like a real bitch towards me. I have been trying my best to deal with it because I know that she loves her brother. However, I will not deal with her blatant disrespect for me as a man. Niyah has always had a smart ass mouth. That was one of the things I loved about her. She has always known how far to go with me. Since her brother moved in with us, she has no respect for me or this marriage. It’s like she trying to show her brother that she’s running shit. Niyah is in for a rude ass awakening if she thinks that I’m about to play this game with her.
