“I don’t know. I guess he’s bitter.”
“And Jaylen just took his word?”
“Well, it wasn’t just Tori’s word.”
“Who else told him something?”
Rye pursed her lips. “Your daughter.”
“My daughter?”
“Yes. DeAndra told Jaylen about me and Brad, before suggesting that he’d get a DNA for Jay.”
Konya shook her head, disappointedly. “My child, my child.”
“Yes, your child.” Rye bucked her eyes. “And it’s so frustrating, because she’s my sister. I don’t want it to seem like I got with Jaylen and threw her away. I mean, I know we bump heads sometimes, but nothing has ever been this intense. I don’t know if she’s still mad about me choosing to be with Jaylen or him choosing me…I just don’t know. Hell, she still hasn’t called since I had Jay, nor has she asked to see him.”
Konya exhaled. “I hate to say this…but you have to keep your distance from her. I know this might sound like a contradiction to what I’ve been preaching, but I was looking at yall like my children, not the grown women that you are. I love your sister, Lord knows I do, but we fucked up with her. That’s me and Dewayne’s fault, but especially Dewayne’s. Hell, this goes back to why I couldn’t go back to his ass. The minute DeAndra was born I noticed the difference in how he dealt with yall. Of course, I wouldn’t allow you to know, but we’ve argued about that several times. Dewayne didn’t see a problem, because he was just naturally doing what was in his heart. He loved his child more. He placed her on a pedestal. Taught her that things being unfair were okay, as long as it was in her favor. So, now, she doesn’t care about anything that doesn’t benefit her. And her daddy can do no wrong. Hell, she don’t care about my happiness. I try to talk to her, and all she asks is what is she supposed to do when she comes home from school. Who’s gonna be at her daddy’s to cook her dinner on the weekend. Just a bunch of frivolous bullshit.”
“Tuh, trust me, I know. For me, that was my biggest issue with her. When everything went down between me and Dewayne, she should’ve remained neutral. It hurts that she was only considering his and her feelings in the situation. Then every time I’d try to move forward, I’d hear her defending him and in the process, she’d disrespect me.”
Konya shook her head. “You know, I’ve thought about yall…and I believe in my heart that your sister is using Dewayne as a tool. She’s still reeling from the Jaylen situation---”
“But how? Ma, they only had sex once, and she barely knew him.”
Konya closed her eyes, as she made a confession. “Because I know that your sister was used to getting everything you ever wanted. Her daddy made it that way, creating a monster. And that’s one of the reasons I despise his pudgy fat ass. DeAndra can’t stand not getting her way. But what’s alarming is that things are not clicking in her head. It should register to her that this is deeper than her hurt feelings. Yall now have a baby together, and she didn’t give a damn about disturbing the peace. At this point, she’s seen enough to know that Jaylen aint gonna swap out sisters. So, this aint about her taking him. Cause she can’t. No, this is about making sure that you don’t have him. And you can’t have that kind of energy around you. In your house. Yall can be cordial whenever yall see each other at family functions or at my house, but you steer clear of DeAndra until that jealousy is removed from her heart. Until then, she’ll mean you no good.”
Chapter 34
“He was as fine as he wanna be. Never took the time to take care of me. Running those streets, chasing those freaks. Couldn’t be the man I needed him to be. Just because he could put it down in the bedroom. He started thinking he could come around when he wanted to. But I needed someone to take care of me. He was never there for me. So, I had to do what I had to do,” Mya sang on stage, performing the song which was written and produced by Amir Junior.
Taraj was giggling her head off. “Bitch, if that nigga writes one more song about yall. Aint nobody crazy.”
Keyasia pursed her lips. “Every time that man writes a love song he aint talking about me.”
Rye snickered. “Then why he did that interview and said that ninety percent of those songs are about one girl? His ex. So, either all those songs are about your ass or none at all. And we all know which one it is.”
Jazel tittered. “Yall leave my girl alone.”
“I’m just saying.” Taraj shrugged.
The girls had all come out to see their girl Mya perform with her man Gwuap. Naturally, they had a huge section in the middle of the club, which faced the stage. This meant that they could clearly catch all the performances, without actually being in the jammed pack crowd.
Josairah glanced around. “They have this bitch packed. It’s literally wall to wall in here. I know they’re well over capacity.”
Keyasia nodded. “That’s good. That means more money.”
“True,” Rye agreed.
This was her first time going out since she’d had Jay and she was trying to adjust. Her snap back had been real, but she had to mentally readjust. It had been about the baby, Jaylen and business, but now she was out, trying to see if she still had it. Donning skin tight Cavalli professionally distressed denim blue jeans, a gold chain belt around her waist, along with a sheer black cropped top, and tall gold Giuseppe sandals, Rye was sexy. The curls in her flowing hair were dramatic, giving her a full glam look.
It had been Mya’s idea for everyone in the crew to come decked out in jeans, like the ones she wore on stage. She’d playfully coined the group her head turners, and they had to live up to their names.
“I tell these hoes stop playing with me. I beat the pussy up and then I stand in it,” Gwuap rapped his infamous line, as they switched songs.
“Uh oh, that’s my shit!” Taraj boasted, sticking out her tongue. Grabbing the nearby rails, she balanced herself as she bounced her ass.
Soon, everyone in the section followed suit. Rye was doing her thing, but didn’t go too hard, refusing to fuck up her hair. Hell, she did have things to do once she left there.
***
“Aye, Tela did a damn good job with the promoting. This bitch is packed,” Terio commented as he peered around. After he, Jah Junior and Little Jaylen put up the money, they allowed Terio’s baby brother to handle all the business. This was a test run to see if he could handle himself, as everyone was looking to focus on other endeavors.
“Yeah, he did good,” Jah nodded. “I’m proud of his little ass.”
Jaylen cut his eyes at his cousin. “And you didn’t help him with none of this,” he questioned skeptically. “He didn’t ask you to sort out section issues? Door issues. Nothing?”
“Nah,” Terio claimed. “He did it all on his own. The only time he called me was when he wanted to know where we wanted our section at. Other than that, it’s all on him.”
“Okay, okay, well, then the nigga might be ready to handle shit on his own.”
Jah tucked his lips into his mouth. “Shit, I hope so, cause my schedule is hectic. I barely have time to think straight these days. This’ll be one less thing for me to worry about.”
Jaylen nodded in agreement. “Man, tell me about it. I was just saying that I gotta scale back. Making all this fucking money aint shit, if I aint got time to enjoy it.”
Terio sucked his teeth. “This nigga.”
Jaylen glanced his way. “The fuck you sucking your teeth for, nigga?”
“Cause you up here lying through your teeth. You wanna scale back to be up under that girl. Aint nobody crazy. You’s a house nigga now. Just face it.”
“We just had a baby, main.”
“Nigga, what that mean? That aint got nothing to do with you heading in no later than eleven at night. You used to party seven days a week.”
Jah shook his head. “Terio, it sounds like you hating. When shit happens, life gotta be adjusted. Just like you adjusted from fucking all them hoes to chasing down Lea’s ratchet ass.”
“Man,
fuck her.”
Jaylen chuckled. “Aww, shit, now we getting somewhere. What she did to piss you off?”
Terio licked his lips. “She aint did nothing. The hoe wanna run to the strip club and shake her ass every weekend. I aint got time for that shit.”
Jah narrowed his eyes. “Nigga, what you expect? She strips for a living. That’s her job.”
“That aint no fucking job,” Terio snapped.
“Jah, leave that nigga alone. He on his period.”
“Nah,” Terio denied. “Yall niggas are the hormonal ones. Ya gals got ya dicks in their purses and shit.”
Jaylen laughed. “You got me fucked up.”
“Shit, I know what the fuck I’m talking about. All these hoes in here and you niggas been in your phones most of the night. Probably texting the same broads yall see every day and night.”
Jah shrugged. “I aint seen nothing in here worth looking at twice.”
“Yeah, right. I see a few I’d take home tonight. You gotta be losing it. Look at her, right there,” he pointed at some girl, strolling by. “That ass is fat. Say you wouldn’t hit it.”
Jah nodded. “Her ass is nice. I mean, yeah, I could smash…if that’s what I wanna do.”
Terio waved him off. “Okay, fuck that. I forgot who I was talking to. This nigga is a Rocket. That alone is guaranteed pussy. So, that’s different. These gold digging hoes are gonna always choose. But what about you, Jaylen? You don’t see nothing in here worthy?”
Jaylen grimaced. “Nigga, what’s the point of these questions? I aint gotta wish upon a star. If I wanted something in here, I’d snatch it up. That’s a big if, though.”
“So, aint none of these broads in here your type?”
“Look, I’ma play ya lil’ game so you can let this shit go. I’ma show you who I think is the baddest thang in here. Then I’ma get her number, just to show you how I got it, and then I’ma delete it, cause I aint worried about these hoes.”
Terio smirked. “Yeah, you probably gon delete it in case somebody go through your phone. You aint slick, nigga.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Jaylen scoffed, as he scanned the crowd. For a while he saw nothing that virtually piqued his interest, until he spotted one chick. All he could see was her back. From what he could tell, she had a bow to her legs, her ass was nice and round. Her hair was on point, and she was moving seductively. “Okay, I like that muthafucka, right there. I aint gon even lie. She got my dick hard.”
“Who?” Terio wanted to know.
“Ole girl with the gold belt wrapped around her waist. The one in the section right by the stage.”
Terio squinted. “Yeah, she is finer than a muthafucka.”
Listening to them had Jah wanting to see who they were talking about. “Yall talking about that section where all the chicks got on jeans?”
“Yeah.” Terio nodded.
Jah chuckled heartily. “I don’t know about you, Jaylen, but I see my BM over there, dancing her life away. I see Keyasia too. But I can’t see ole girl’s face, the one with the gold belt, anyway.”
Jaylen stroked his waves and laughed as she finally turned around and her face came into clear view. Rye’s slick ass had mentioned nothing about going to the club earlier, when he’d left home. In fact, he’d texted her, and she’d lied, claiming that she was at her mama’s. Still, he found it humorous that out of all the women in the club, he still blindly chose her. That really told him that she was his damn type.
“Say, I’ll be back,” he announced, as he headed her way, without thinking twice about it.
“Draco season with the bookbag. Rat tat, got a little kick back. Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch. You ain't never ever getting your bitch back. You ain't never ever getting your bitch back...”
Jaylen had to laugh at the timing of the song, as he approached the girls’ section. Creeping up behind her, Rye never saw him coming. Wanting to startle her, he aggressively gripped her hips.
“What the fuck?!” she whipped her head around, ready to go off.
“Uh huh,” he smiled wickedly. “Got your ass. Why the fuck you didn’t tell me that you was gonna be here?”
She spun around to face him, before jumping into his arms, taking him by complete surprise. Gleefully, she wrapped her legs around his waist, as she rained kisses all over his face.
As Jah and Terio were headed over to the girls’ section, Terio shook his head. “Look at this sucker. Acting like he don’t go home to this girl every night. Practically fucking in here. All Ray-Ray’s daughters know voodoo. I’m convinced.”
Jah merely chuckled, because he’d heard it several times before, especially when it was pertaining to the spell his mama had over his daddy. It was magnetic. So, perhaps their hypnotizing aura was genetically inherited.
For a while, Rye tongued Jaylen down, until his grip loosened. That’s when she unwrapped her legs and stood on her own. Gazing up at him, she uttered, “I didn’t lie. Going out was a last-minute decision. I was gonna sit this one out, until Mya guilt-tripped me into coming.”
He studied her stunning face. “Is that right?”
“Yep, but anyway, I’m glad to see you! My best friend is here, so I can really cut up!”
“Ouii, if we… tried that we could be…somewhere in the climate. As long as I know you around me…”
He grinned, as he hooked an arm around her waist. “You remember this?”
She nodded, as he felt on her ass.
“What is it?” he asked,
She cheesed. “Our song.”
He nodded, before kissing her lips. “You better fucking know.”
***
Dee couldn’t stop rolling her eyes every few seconds, as she stole glances at her sister. Rye had to be the most dramatic, attention seeking person on the planet. They were supposed to be there moving out of their childhood home, as Konya prepared to hammer the final nail in the coffin. She was cutting all ties with Dewayne, outside of DeAndra, and moving on with her life. The time was devastating to say the least, but Rye had shown up in a rather festive mood. Then to steal the spotlight, she was wearing a Nike sports bra along with matching leggings, as if she’d shown up to actually work. The most she’d done thus far was order people around, as Jaylen had paid three guys to come through and assist with everything.
“Damn, it’s hot out here,” Rye fanned herself, as she stood in front of Jaylen. He was sitting at the back of a U-Haul with his feet swinging.
Dressed in a wife beater, Gucci swimming trunks, and flip flops, he appeared relaxed, without a care in the world, and Dee despised it.
“You hot from what?” Jaylen quizzed. “You haven’t done shit.”
“But stand around and look cute,” Dee added, as she dropped a box into the trunk of her Lexus.
Rye whirled around. “But who was talking to you?”
Dee placed a hand on her hip. “Are we really gonna act like we don’t see each other, Rye? Like, regardless of whatever you call yourself being mad at, we’re still blood related.”
Rye folded her arms underneath her breasts. “You said all that to say what?”
Dee licked her lips, as she shook her head in frustration. “Boy, you get with somebody with money and don’t know how to act. Will the real Rye please stand up?”
“What?” Rye snarled. “Girl, shut your stupid ass up. Just pack your lil’ shit and gone ‘bout your business. Then go cram all that shit into that little ass apartment Dewayne’s broke ass is moving into.”
Dee’s face turned beet red. “You think this shit is funny? We grew up in this house, and we’re losing it. Going into foreclosure is nothing to laugh at!”
“Hey, what’s going on out here?” Konya questioned, as she trekked down the driveway.
“Nothing, ma,” Rye spoke up. “DeAndra’s just upset that her bullshit ass daddy can’t afford to pay his bills, since I’m not letting him eat off my back, anymore. Hell, she’s mad because she benefited the most from my suffering. You know Dewayne n
ever told her no, when he was eating off those contracts from Mr. Terry. She got the most for doing nothing, and now she’s big mad. Aint that right, lil’ sister?”
Dee angrily dropped her keys on the ground. “Bitch, keep playing with me, and I’ma knocking your fucking head off your shoulders!”
Rye laughed tauntingly. “This lil’ bitch is big fucking mad. I see you, Dee. Stick that chest out. Talk that shit. Now, just remember that I aint pregnant today. And mama won’t be able to pry me off that ass.”
“Okay, Rye,” Konya spoke up. “You’ve gotten most of your stuff. You and Jaylen go ahead and get Jay. His little friends can finish the rest.”
“Ma, why I gotta go?” Rye snapped. “Why not her?”
“Because more than likely she’s gonna have to move her stuff to my house. You have your own, right?”
Rye rolled her eyes. “That I do.”
Before their conversation could go any further, Dewayne’s F-250 swooped into the driveway.
Rye frowned. “What is he doing here? I thought that he was working.”
Konya cut her eyes at Dee. She rolled her eyes in return. “Well, I felt like he should know that a bunch of strangers were roaming through his house.”
“What the fuck is going on?!” Dewayne snarled, as he hopped out of his truck.
Konya placed a hand on her hip. “I’m moving my things out.”
He scowled. “While I’m not here?”
“Yes, while you’re not here. The same way I slept in here, cooked here, and cleaned here, when you wasn’t here.”
“You’re trespassing. I should fucking call the police,” he barked.
In his peripheral vision, he’d spotted Jaylen, reminding him of the beatdown he’d received at Rye’s salon. After catching his bearings, he’d been able to crawl to his car. There, two men were waiting on him, letting him know that they had his address and would pay him a personal visit if he even thought about calling the police. Of course, they’d made those promises while there was a gun to his head. Then after that, he was forced to drive himself to the hospital to discover that he’d sustained two broken ribs, a broken wrist, and permanent damage to his left eye. Therefore, knowing that Jaylen was somehow associated with the cats who’d assaulted him, infuriated Dewayne, as he arrogantly sat outside of his home.
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