My arms started to flail dramatically as I screeched in whispers. “Are you crazy?! You’re getting married in a few minutes!”
Taij shrugged his shoulders and dismissed the thought like it was an insignificant fact. “I don’t have to. That’s my second choice. I want my first choice.”
My heart skipped a beat. I was floored. Yet, once again, I was that stubborn and difficult little girl that I have always been and was trying desperately not to be anymore.
“Taij, we haven’t dated in years. We don’t know if we will work in a relationship...”
“I know we will. I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to convince you of the same.”
I couldn’t believe how he stood there actually anticipating my answer with a face full of anxiety. For years, I’d waited with the same anxiety for him to want our family back. For him to actually finally want the same was so dreamy to me. I hadn’t thought of us in this way in years, but I had to admit that, as I considered it, it wasn’t a bad thought at all.
I had to admit that I had fallen in love so many times in my life, but every time that I had fallen in love, it was with him.
Deshawn
My skinned crawled when I saw the dark blue Crown Vic in my driveway.
This motherfucker Fyte was straight up stalking me. He was so thirsty to get this shit over with that he was starting to be sloppy with it. Sitting in my driveway was not cool. What if Star had been with me?
I guess Fyte saw me coming, because as I parked on the curb in front of my house, he got his fat ass out of the car and was standing on the driver’s side of my truck before I could get out.
As soon as I let the window down, his thirsty ass got straight down to business.
“You close to getting this nigga yet, or what?”
I laughed at his eagerness. “Hold on, man. It’s gone take some time. You want a clean job or you just want the shit done?”
“All you gotta do is find out where he stay and shoot that motherfucka! It ain’t that hard. This shit ain’t checkers, man. Aim and shoot!”
“It’s a lot like checkers if you want it done without it tracing back to either one of us.”
Three months ago Star was released from prison, Lieutenant Fyte showed up at my trap house on the East Side. Unfortunately, I was there, but I knew it was a catch because the cops don’t raid your shit with no man power. Fyte was the only cop there serving the warrant. Two days prior, he’d snatched up one of my young workers who tricked on the location of the spot. But, like I said, I knew it was a catch. Fyte walked in asking for me by name. I started to run, but Fyte was acting too cool for him to be there to arrest me.
He pulled me outside and told me that Star had been released. I wondered how he even fucking knew about her case and how him showing up at my trap house had anything to do with it. I had never had any run ins with Fyte, so I didn’t think he should even know me. With the cops, you never know whose radar you on though. But when he mentioned Blood’s name, I figured that he knew a lot about him and was able to connect me to him through Star and her sister. Still, I wondered what the fuck he wanted with me. But since there was ten kilos of cocaine, twenty pounds of weed, and endless pounds of molly in the trap house, I just shut up and waited to find out.
This grimy ass motherfucker told me that if I wanted that search warrant to go away forever, that I had to kill Blood. From what he told me, he already had it out for Blood, but once his Undercovers went missing, he knew that Blood had something to do with it. He wanted Blood killed by any means necessary. He was tired of Blood slipping through the cracks, getting off, and getting away with murder. His vendetta against Blood had gone from business to personal, and he wanted Blood six feet deep.
“Can’t you just get that nigga on murder for them bodies y’all found?”
“The Chief of Police is running that investigation. He’s convinced that it’s some other camp that the Undercovers were in. But I know it was Blood.”
“Looks like you need to be convincing the Chief to arrest that nigga since you’re so sure. Its way cleaner than killing him.”
Arguing with Fyte only pissed him off. But I knew that his anger wasn’t towards me. It was towards Blood. “I want that motherfucka dead! DEAD!”
He could have yelled all he wanted to, but that shit didn’t faze me. I just chuckled as I turned off the ignition.
“You havin’ second thoughts? You fallin’ for that pussy or something? You can’t hit that shit no more after I lock yo’ ass up for thirty years after I raid every spot you got in this city, boy.”
Again, I had no reaction. I just sat back in my seat and fired up a square. “I got this, man.”
I had no problem with offing Blood if that secured my freedom. It helped that Fyte added the extra incentive of keeping me clean.
His plan was for me to hook up with Star and start back fucking with her again so that I could get as close to Blood as possible without being detected as a threat. He even tailed Star so that he could put me at one of her parties.
Like I said, I had no problem with the shit. I didn’t know Blood, so killing him was so no sweat off my back, especially if that meant getting competition off the streets. I just never intended on really feeling Star again. The more I hung with her, the more I understood the position she was in when she was setting me up. I was supposed to be doing a job, but I fucked around and caught feelings. I was starting to love her. The more we hung, the more we fucked, and the more I understood her, the more I wanted that old thing back. That girl is a true hustler and got more heart than I have ever seen in any bitch.
But shit, I ain’t as conflicted as she was when she was robbing me. Blood has nothing to do with how I feel about her. I can easily get rid of this nigga while I keep my girl and my freedom.
Good Girls Ain’t No Fun
Finale Sneak Peak
Chapter One
Friday, November 1, 2012
TRICEY
I sat in the room with the kids, lounging in a chair. I was hiding out in there with Ariana and Mauri as they watched Ice Age. As I sat, I played with the ring that Damion had given. I was also listening to Blood talk to Lucky on the phone a few feet away inside of our bedroom.
Every time Blood laughed, my eyes rolled. The way he carried on with life like nothing was wrong was so fucking irritating. His laughter was a smack in my face as I sat looking at Mauri suck his thumb in front of the television. It was even more irritating that I no longer had the tranquility of Damion’s condo to escape to anytime I wanted.
Since the season started, Damion had very little time to spend with me. Between early morning practice, workouts and games, I was able to see him one or two times a week for a few hours before he had to go to sleep. Therefore, I was stuck in the house and finally forced to deal with Blood’s lying cop killing king pin ass and his little side baby!
Our relationship had just been that- a relationship. He was there. I was there. If I got drunk enough, I fucked him. But that’s it! I was no longer upset. I knew that, before Mauri came along, I had done my dirt and then some. I just think that, unfortunately, so much had happened between us that I was no longer happily in love.
I was just there.
Luckily, there was a knock on the front door, giving me something to take my mind off of the bullshit. As I stood to leave the room, I stuffed my beautiful promise ring into my pocket. I never wore it while I was in the house in fear that Blood would question where I got something so expensive that he didn’t pay for.
Whoever it was at the door began to knock heavily, so I picked up my pace and lightly jogged through the condo towards the door. Since the visitor hadn’t rang the intercom outside, I figured it was one of my neighbors. Often times, delivery guys left packages across the hall, instead of leaving them in the hall, when we weren’t home.
“Who is it?”
I was thrown off when I heard a squeaky feminine voice answer. “Is Blood here?!”
Blood worked with a l
ot of hypes that made runs for him. However, none of them knew where we lived. So, I flung the door open. On the other side of the door was a beautiful girl. She was younger than me, but couldn’t have been more than twenty-eight years old. She had the best red champagne colored virgin hair that I had ever seen. It was straight, hanging down assumingly thirty inches. It fell past her small waist and landed on top of an ass that had to be forty-six inches. She was toned and fit. Her skin was perfectly tanned.
“May I help you?”
Despite her outer appearance being beautiful, ugliness spilled from her instantly. She folded her arms, and looked me up and down like I was in her way. “Bitch, is Blood here?!”
My eyes bucked. Instantly, I squared up. “Bitch?! Who are you calling a bitch?!”
But she ignored my anger like I meant nothing. She waved her hand dismissively. “Where is Blood?! And where the fuck is my son?!”
“Taleyi?!” My anger instantly went away. I transformed from wanting to rip every track out of this chick’s head to finding so much humor in this moment.
This was great! Just fucking great! Silly of me to think that things with me and Blood would get better. That would be too much like right!
I began to chuckle as I called for Blood. “Blood! You got company!”
Then Taleyi’s haughtiness turned into curiosity in my humor.
I continued to laugh as I said, “C’mon in, girl,” and walked away from the door, leaving her standing there.
I sat on the couch, folded my arms across my chest, and waited for Blood. Taleyi only stepped a foot into the doorway. After closing the door, she leaned against the door, waiting for the same.
Anger began to brew inside of me again as I noticed Taleyi’s Celine handbag, Chanel boots, and jewelry.
I looked at Blood upside his head as he entered the living room. He saw my anger before he saw Taleyi.
“She damn sure doesn’t look like she can’t take care of her child,” I told him as I pointed at Taleyi.
Finally, he noticed her presence. Simultaneously, his expression dropped just as Taleyi popped off. “Bitch, I can take care of my baby!”
I wasn’t going to be any more bitches. I jumped up, charging towards her, but Blood was directly between us. One of his arms was pushing me back and the other was pushing her back.
Taleyi and I were shouting obscenities at one another, but Blood’s overbearing baritone shut us out.
“What are you doing here?!” He was looking at Taleyi like she had lost her mind. “The fuck is you doin’ here, bitch?!”
I was shocked when he began to violently rush her. She was tall, about 5’7”, but Blood was taller and heavier, so was able to push her back by using anger and rage alone. She backed away in fear of anger that spewed from him like lava. It shocked me to see him be so violent towards a woman.
He grabbed her leather jacket by the collar with such force that her head snapped back.
“Blood, stop!” I was behind him, pulling on his arm. I didn’t care for this chick, but he wasn’t about to beat her up in front of me. We had enough legal problems. He didn’t need to add battery to it.
He turned around with such rage. His reflex caused him to draw up his fist and aim it at me.
My eyes bucked. “You gone put your hands on me too?!”
Taleyi looked disgusted when he actually showed me remorse.
I threw my hands in the air. “Man, fuck this!”
I walked away, into the back of the house. I could feel the ring that Damion had given me as it sat in my pocket, rubbing against my leg as I stomped towards the kids’ rooms.
I didn’t have to deal with this shit. I didn’t have to put up with Blood, his baby, or his baby’s mama. I had options, and I was tired of me and Blood’s history, and his money, making me feel like I did not.
“Let’s go, Ariana.”
I scooped her up into my arms. I grabbed my cell phone that was on the dresser, along with my keys. I didn’t even go into my room for a jacket. Ariana was still dressed in the sweater and jeans that she wore to daycare, so the forty degree night time air wouldn’t be too cold for her.
I could hear Blood and Taleyi going back and forth as I walked back towards the front door. Blood still had her by the collar, shaking her with every word. Despite that, she was mouthing back with anger and getting right back in his face.
“The fuck is you doin’ comin’ to my crib?!”
“Gimme my baby!”
“Fuck that! You gave him to me, so he stayin’ here!”
“You told this bitch that I couldn’t take care of my fuckin’ baby?!”
“Watch your fucking mouth!”
Blood wasn’t thrilled to see me with keys in my hands, but he had a choice to either handle this bitch or me.
“Excuse me,” was what I simply said as I walked by them and opened the front door.
“Tricey…”
I cut him off. Whatever he was about to say didn’t even fucking matter to me anymore. “Fuck you, Blood.”
Blood
Tricey slammed the door so hard that the walls shook in the crib.
“Let me go, motherfucka!”
Watching Tricey leave took the fight out of me. I had been watching her walk out of that door in anger so many times in the last few months that, every time she did, I feared she would never enter it again. So, I let Taleyi go, no matter how much I wanted to beat her ass for showing up at my house.
“You got a lot of fucking nerve to put your hands on me! Frontin’ for that bitch!”
I looked at Taleyi like she was crazy. I couldn’t believe this chick.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I came to get my baby. And since you never answer your motherfuckin’ phone, I decided to pop up!”
“Oh, so that’s why you here? Because I haven’t answered your calls since I been home?”
“You gawd damn right! When you’re in Texas, I’m on your girl! I’m wifey. I’m the bitch moving dope for you. I’m the bitch getting on planes and risking my life! ME! But when you get back to Chicago, you treat me like shit! For this trifling bitch?! She fucking another nigga and you play me for her?!”
I couldn’t even argue with that. She was right. I knew that Tricey was fucking around on me. Taleyi was the one that told me. Right after Tricey and I got back from Mexico, Taleyi hit me with a bomb. Her girl, who lives in Chicago, was at a nightclub one night. She’d talked her way into VIP and lucked up on one of them goofy ass NBA players that wanted some ass for the night. They all took a picture, and there was Tricey sitting on Damion Wells’ lap.
Prior to me bringing Mauri to Chicago, Taleyi had been my bitch for a minute. When I went to Texas, I fucked with her. I had set her up in a crib and everything. When I refused to leave Tricey to be with her, she got mad, gave up the crib, and literally left Mauri with me while I was at one of my spots. I tried calling her all day. The departure time for my flight was approaching. Every time she didn’t answer, I literally got sick, thinking about actually having to bring Mauri back because there was no one there to leave him with. I missed my flight as I drove around Houston trying to find her. Her mother was cracked out, so I refused to leave Mauri with her. Tricey was becoming suspicious because I hadn’t been home in so long. So I booked another flight with no choice but to bring Mauri back home with me.
I hadn’t fucked with Taleyi for awhile after Mauri started living with us. I really felt bad for hurting Tricey. Regardless of me fucking Taleyi, or any other bitch that threw me pussy because of the money, I loved Tricey to death. She was my ride or die bitch, the Bonnie to my Clyde. But Taleyi burst that bubble when she happily showed me that picture of Tricey and Damion. She dug Tricey’s grave even deeper as she continuously got information from her friend who continued to fuck Damion’s teammate, who often sees Tricey with Damion on different occasions.
Since then, I slowly but surely started back fucking with Taleyi as I went back and forth down south.
“I want my baby, Blood.”
“No you don’t. He been here all this time and you haven’t asked for him back! You just bein’ petty!”
“Petty or not, give me my fucking baby before I tell your bitch everything.”
“Tell her and I will call DCFS on your ass soon I as get back to Houston.”
“My mama is a liar, Blood! She’s a fucking crack head! Why would you believe anything she says?!”
I met Taleyi through her mother, Iris, who was one of the cluckers I used to make runs for me in Texas. I bumped into Taleyi one day when she came to my spot looking for her mother. Daughter or not, her mother was more loyal to me, the man that pays her and feeds her habit, than her daughter. One day, she told me about Taleyi being so frustrated with me being in Chicago with Tricey that she was mistreating my son, so she was glad that I now had him in my custody anyway.
I still fucked Taleyi because she was willing and easily attainable pussy in Texas. She asked how high when I said jump. She wanted to get back in my good graces so bad that I didn’t have to buy her a drink or a happy meal to get her to buss down. But after all that she has put me through, it will never be the same. She never got another crib or car out of me. The most I do is pay her for the runs she makes for me on the business side. She fucked up my household by sending Mauri back here. Which is why, despite me knowing about Tricey and Damion, I would never leave Tricey for her.
“I don’t want that nasty bitch raising my baby anyway,” Taleyi sneered.
“Watch your mouth,” I threatened through gritted teeth.
“Why?!” Taleyi was screeching and her arms were flailing. “Why I gotta watch my mouth? Why are you so protective of this bitch when she fuckin’ around on you?! I can’t believe you!”
I couldn’t believe me either. I couldn’t believe that I was such a sucker for Tricey. I was a man with clout and money. Bitches threw pussy at me left and right. Free pussy. Loyal pussy. Pussy that didn’t nag and run out on me. Pussy that let me do what the fuck I wanted to do just for the chance to spend a little time with me. These women would sell their soul to be in Tricey’s comfortable and spoiled shoes. But, for some reason, when I think of all that Tricey and I have been through- all that I have put her through, the danger, the murder, the lies – I can’t imagine her not being in my life.
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