“Kay!” a voice yelled. He turned his head around, and there was Brittany. She punched him in the arm. “Where’s my fuckin’ Lexus? I can’t believe you bought this ho one. I was good enough to fuck whenever you wanted to, and now you think you gonna just throw me to the curb?” She slapped him.
“No, this bitch didn’t slap me! Britt, what the—”
Everything happened so fast and so unexpected. When Angel heard the name Britt, she pushed Kay out the way and started swinging. She was beating Brittany like she was a child, talking to her while whipping that ass. “Don’t you ever disrespect me again. How you gonna come see my man while I’m fuckin’ visitin’ him? I told you to stay the fuck away from him. You lyin’ bitch, talkin’ ’bout you was pregnant.” She was saying all of that as they were going at it.
By this time the place was swarming with guards. Kay couldn’t even pull Angel off Brittany. Two guards were pulling Angel while two more pulled Brittany. “Bitch, your pussy ain’t good enough to get a Lexus,” Angel screamed. “Get off me!” She was now yelling at the guards.
She turned to Kay. “You ho! What the fuck is she doing on your visiting list?” She swung at him. He ducked. She swung again. He ducked again. This time she went to dig her nails into his eyes, but he turned his head as she put a long, deep scratch from the back of his ear all the way down his neck. She was crying and had turned into a madwoman. “You triflin’ ho!” She swung again. This time he snatched her arms, putting them up behind her back. The guards then went to intervene.
“How could you play me like this Kaylin?” She was shaking. “Where was this ho when you disappeared for months?”
Kay started yelling at the guards, “Get your fuckin’ hands off my woman. Y’all got the right to touch me, but don’t touch her!”
The dummies all backed up. The visiting hall was in turmoil. Folks were standing on top of chairs trying to see the fight of the century. The officers had escorted Brittany outside of the visiting hall, and Kay still had Angel’s arms twisted behind her back.
“You’re hurtin’ me Kaylin,” Angel cried.
“Calm your ass down!” Kay yelled at her.
“Let me go, Kay You’re hurting me!”
“I’ma break both of these if you don’t calm the fuck down!”
“The bitch got on a skirt, Kaylin. What, you planned on fuckin’ her today? Oww!” she yelled, “Help me! He’s hurtin’ me.”
“Let her go, Santos!” one of the guards yelled.
“She’s not on my visiting list,” Kay said through gritted teeth to Angel, totally ignoring the guards.
“Then how the fuck did she get in? I’m not stupid.”
“Let her go, Santos. I’m not going to say it again,” he warned. Kay finally let her go.
“I want to see his visiting list!” Angel yelled, walking toward the front desk and rubbing her arm. She was crying and looking like a wild woman. “If she’s on your list, I’m cutting your fuckin’ throat Kay. Do you hear me? I told you not to fuck with me. How could you do me like this Kay?” He just looked at her. “Answer me, dammit!”
“Do what? I ain’t done shit to you yet! You’re getting ready to find out what I’ma do.”
“You said I was your woman and you would never play me. I believed you. Why you gotta be a ho?”
He ignored her and turned to the guards. “I need to talk to the lieutenant.” They led him out of the visiting room.
Brittany received a serious beatdown. Her blouse was ripped. Her nose was busted and her ring torn out. Her lip was also bleeding, and she had an ugly scratch that started under her eye and went down to her chin.
When Angel got out into the lobby she yelled, “I want to see Santos’ visiting list or I’m pressing charges against all of you bas-tards that was grabbing on me.” Then she looked at Brittany. “I warned you, you fuckin’ bitch. You just had to try me,” she said, swinging at her and hitting her in the head. They whisked Brittany out of harm’s way, pushing her onto the elevator.
They ended up downstairs in the lieutenant’s office where Angel found out Brittany was not on his visiting list. She had paid Offficer Gallegos two hundred dollars to let her up.
Angel felt so stupid. Brittany wanted to press assault charges against Angel, and so a squad car was dispatched to the prison to take them downtown. When they got down to the station, crim-inal checks were run on both of them. It turned out that Kay had filed a restraining order against Brittany during her “pregnancy.” They didn’t arrest Angel for the assault, but she was given a court date for a hearing.
That evening when Angel got in, she called Tamara, Kay’s sister. “Tamara, this is Angel. You heard from your brother?” she asked nervously.
“You just missed him. He told me what you did, and girl, he is fired up at you. He told me to tell you to get the fuck out of his house.”
“Shit! Did he really say that?”
“Yup!”
“Damn! If he calls back, please tell him I admit that I was dead wrong and want to apologize. But I am not going nowhere until he calls me.”
“Y’all bitches are crazy. I’m trying to get an understanding. Tell me this: Does my brother have a big dick, or does he have mad skills?” She laughed.
“You are sick, and ain’t shit funny.”
“Come on Angel, tell me.”
“You better not tell him I told you this.”
“I won’t.”
“The answer is both,” Angel said, smiling.
“Ewwwww!” Tamara said with disgust.
“Well, you asked.”
“That is gross. Y’all bitches be sprung. Y’all be stalkin’ him. Y’all don’t know what ‘it’s over’ means. I’m surprised that Britt is the only one you’ve had to deal with so far. He turns y’all out then y’all turn fatal attraction on him.”
“Tamara, just tell him what I said.”
“He probably won’t call again until tomorrow. You better make sure the doors are locked and hope that he doesn’t send none of his henchmen over to throw your ass out.”
“He was that mad?”
“Oh yeah, you done did it,” Tamara rubbed it in.
“Shit!” Angel spat. “I went fuckin’ ballistic as soon as I saw that ho. I can’t believe I did that. And now that bitch is pressing charges. I should have broke her fucking neck. If he calls back, tell him I said to please call me.” She hung up feeling like shit.
Three days into the week, and Kay hadn’t once called her. He would usually call her several times a day. She called Tasha. “What are you doing?”
“Laying down. I’m tired. What time is it?” she yawned. “Almost 10:30.”
“Damn. I’ve been layin’ down since 7:00 and I’m still tired. I feel run down.”
“Have you been drinkin’ water?”
“Yeah, so what’s up?”
“I’m depressed.”
“He still hasn’t called?” Tasha giggled.
“It’s not funny. What am I going to do?”
“Miss Corporate Lawyer is asking for a humble and lowly peasant’s advice?”
“Bitch you are far from humble. But you always get put in the doghouse and manage to get out, so yeah, I want your advice.”
“You don’t listen, so I’m not even goin’ to waste my precious energy. Saturday night you want to go see the babies?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
“Tasha, stop trippin’! I don’t want to do nothin’ but get my man back. I’m stressing. So what’s the plan?”
“I’m not sure if I want to help you.”
“Tasha, bitch stop playing. I’m serious.”
“Okay. Okay. But it’s simple. Just give him some.”
“What?”
“You heard me. The nigga is all tensed up. Give him some pussy, and everything will be back to normal.”
“That simple?”
“No, not that simple. You wanna knock the nigga’s socks off, put him in check so to speak. Can you take Friday off?”
“A sista’s gotta do what a sista’s gotta do.”
“For real though, you need to get off that high horse because nine out of ten of them hos runnin’ to the jailhouse who don’t be breakin’ a nigga off when they go see him got a nigga, or two, or three that they fuckin on the DL on the streets. So disregard that bullshit about, it’s degrading and I’m not going to allow him to disrespect me like that. Blah, blah, blah. If the nigga is a good man, fuck that! You better break him off. Let’s keep it real. I know you and Kay, y’all got the little phone sex thing going on, but, damn, don’t you think he wants to put it in? Don’t you want to feel it? Actually I don’t believe he’s letting you get away with not givin’ him none.”
“He knows I’m terrified. Tasha you gotta understand. Kaylin has a big-ass dick, and I’m very noisy when I’m getting fucked. I can’t see myself doing that in a public place.”
“Get over it. You’ll be going ballistic if he really do get some ho to come up there wearing a miniskirt and no panties who is willing and happy to do what you are terrified of doing.”
“If he pull some shit like that, I’ma kill him,” Angel threatened.
“You are crazy. You got balls, playa. Driving a Lex that he bought, living in his house, got all of his money, and still won’t break him off. Kay must be whipped because I don’t understand that shit.”
“I don’t know about that. He didn’t waste no time telling me to get the fuck out of his house. And the way he was twisting my arm, if the guards weren’t around I think he would have broke it.”
“A’ight. Since you understand that, you have to put up or shut up. Let’s do this. Friday is our day. I’ll spend the night at Kay’s Thursday night, and we’ll go to the spa, salon, and do some shopping everything on Friday. I’ll spend the night again for the visit. Isn’t Saturday little Malik’s day?” Tasha asked.
“It won’t be, this weekend. I’m on a mission.”
Chapter 27
When they got in Friday night Tasha ran straight to the toi- let and threw up.
“I told you not to eat that shit,” Angel said. “Should’ve had the fried flounder like me. It was nice and fresh. Them scavengers of the sea will kill you.”
“Shut up!” Tasha said. “I don’t think it’s the scavengers. I threw up yesterday, too. I think it’s that stomach virus.” She crawled out the bathroom and lay down on the carpet.
They enjoyed a full day as planned, getting their nails, hair, and feet done and even a bodywrap. They had the tailor hook them up with leather wraparound miniskirts that were butter soft. Angel picked out a Chanel blouse, and Tasha, a Prada. They planned on wearing stockings with Victoria’s Secret garter belts, picking out the sexiest ones they could find. It was on and popping.
Around 6:30 the next morning Angel went into the guest bed-room to see what Tasha was doing. When she opened the door and saw that she was still in the bed, she turned on the lights and stood over her.
“Girl, it’s 6:30. I thought we were leavin’ at 7:15?” Angel began opening the blinds.
“I don’t feel good. Plus, I’m exhausted. I ...” That was all she got out before she flung the covers back and ran to the toilet to throw up. Tasha ended up on her hands and knees hugging the toilet bowl. Angel stood there with her arms folded watching Tasha crawl on all fours back to the bed.
“Bitch, you done fucked around and got pregnant.” Angel gig-gled.
“Where’s my phone?” Tasha asked, ignoring her.
“Where did you put it?”
“I don’t know. I’m not going with you. Can you put my cell phone on this nightstand before you go?”
“Anything else?”
“Close the blinds and turn the ringer off the house phone.” She threw the covers over her head. “Have fun and knock that nigga off his feet. Suck his dick if you have to,” she mumbled under the covers.
“I will,” Angel said, closing the blinds and turning off the lights.
Angel was processed and riding the elevator by 9:10 a.m. She felt like a million dollars. Her shit was tight. The guard taking her up the elevator was undressing her with his eyes. When she got off the elevator, the guard didn’t tell her which side to go on. She walked to the huge glass wall on her left and peeked in, then to the right. Kay was nowhere around. After everyone went in, the officer called her to the desk.
“You here to visit Santos?”
“Yes.”
The offficer leaned back into the chair. “Santos refused his visit.”
“He did what?”
“He refused his visit. He doesn’t want any visits today, ma’am,” he said with a smirk.
“Can you tell him Angel Smith is here?” she said, embarrassed.
He picked up the phone. “I’ll have them tell him, but I doubtif it’ll do any good. You’re the lady who was fighting him, right?” He was trying not to laugh.
Angel didn’t answer his question. “Look, are you gonna call, or what?”
The guard rolled his eyes at her and picked up the phone. “This is Perez in visiting. Tell Santos a young lady by the name of Smith is here to see him.” He laughed, then hung up. “It’ll be a few minutes, so just stand over there.” He stood up to process a few more visitors. After about ten minutes the phone rang. He looked over at Angel while talking, then hung up. “Sorry, ma’am, he said he definitely does not want to see you.”
Tasha had finished throwing up for the third time and just crawled back into bed when her cell phone rang. She fumbled around before she found it. “Hello?”
“I have a collect call from a Mr.—what is your name, sir? Macklin. Will you pay for the call?”
“Yes.”
“Baby, everything alright?” he asked, his voice reflecting con-cern. “It’s after 10:00. You coming to see me or what?”
“Not today. I’ve been throwing up for the last three days. I feel horrible. I’m nauseous, and my breasts are sore. I’m pregnant again Trae.”
Trae remained quiet. He didn’t want to show any sign of excitement, especially since he didn’t know if she was happy or going to be tripping. “I thought you was takin’ the pill.”
“I am or was. But if you remember, we had three or four visits together before I got my new prescription.”
“So you’ve been in bed all morning?”
“Mmm hmm. I love you.”
“I love you too. You want me to call you back later?” “Yeah.”
“What time?”
“It doesn’t matter. I wish I could see you today.”
“Me too, baby. I hope you feel better. Get your rest, and I’ll holla at you later on.” Trae hung up, wanting to run and shout.
Angel left the jail in tears. Mecca called her cell phone to invite her and Tasha over. Angel told her what had happened. As soon as she got to the house she kicked off her shoes, sat down at the dining room table, and wrote:
Dear Kaylin,
First off let me say that I miss you and I love you more than anything. I’m sitting here at the dining room table feeling deflated. I’m wearing a tailormade, butter-soft leather, wraparound skirt. I also have on a lacy garter belt, silk stockings, no panties, and a see-through blouse with no bra on. I had every intention of making your day today, which I should have been doing all along.
I thought I could just pop up there and everything would be back to normal. I should have known you better. You wasn’t letting me off this easy. You always have to have the last word. Yeah, I was crushed when the guard said, ‘He definitely does not want to see you.’ But I deserved it. I realize you are putting me in check and letting me know that I’m not running shit. You’re the HNIC.
I am so sorry and I apologize for losing my cool. Mecca told me that the main reason why I’m so uptight is because I’m not breaking you off. She said if I was I would never have responded the way I did. I agreed with her for the most part. If I didn’t lose my temper all the way, I most likely wouldn’t have went off on you. But I still would have beat that bi
tch Brittany’s ass. I had to keep my word. I told her I better not catch her in your face or see y’all in the same room, or else. Well, that ass-whipping was the ‘or else.’
I know I pissed you off big time and that’s why you told me to pack my shit and get out. I know you. And I know you didn’t mean it, or you would have called me yourself and told me or you would have sent somebody over to put me out. I also know that you’re not concerned or worried about me having all of your shit. That’s called trust. I should have shown you that same trust when I saw that ho, instead of going ballistic. Again, I apologize and ask that you please forgive me. I am very sorry.
I’ll close by saying I’m glad you are in my life. You surprised me in several ways. You definitely cannot judge a thug by his cover. I got with you at first just looking to bust a nut (smile) but instead found my soul mate. You notice how we don’t even have to talk sometimes but we each know what the other is saying, feeling, and thinking? How we are at so much peace in each other’s presence? I was convinced that I could never love any one more than I loved Keenan. I wasn’t even going to try. But you just swooped me up and took me beyond what I felt for him. I thank you for that.
I miss you. I miss you coming home and waking me up in the morning. But more so, seeing how happy you would be that I was here. I love you and I am waiting on you, no matter how long it’ll be. You can trust and believe that.
Let me go check on Tasha. She’s upstairs in the guest bedroom, sick as a dog. I know she’s pregnant (smile), but she won’t admit it to me. I am so happy for her and Trae. Don’t you get any ideas! (smile) Please, puhleeeeese call me.
Love, Red
AKA your Angel.
PS. Your sister told me that the word is out amongst all those hos you used to fuck with that the Red bitch is crazy, that I got you on lock, and I’m living in your house. They’re even talking about you got me a Lex to push. They better recognize that they ain’t got shit coming. See how far an ass-whipping will go? Please call me.
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