“It’s cool, shorty. Bet I don’t fuck your ass no more, so it ain’t going to be no need for you to get on birth control” he said, and I burst out laughing.
“Nigga, please! You don’t even believe that. I could tell you to pull this car over on the side of the highway right now, and I’ll take that dick! Quit playing with me,” I said and pulled my phone out of my purse, not paying this dumb ass conversation any more of my attention.
Jabari would be crying in my pussy sometime tonight, so I wasn’t worried about this little rant that he called himself having right now with me.
“I can show you better than I can tell you, shorty. Watch me,” he said, and I waved him off.
We finally pulled up to his shoe store. His ex bitch, Kenyatta’s salon was right next door. It was Saturday afternoon, so I wasn’t even surprised that she was open. I wasn’t pressed over that bitch at all. As long as she didn’t say anything to me, then we were good. She thought that she was intimidating me by getting a shop right next door to my husband’s shop, but literally, that shit was too fuckin’ funny to me because it proved how desperate she was and how she never got over the man that I have. She was honestly a damn joke.
I think her reason for coming down to Miami was to bring up old shit from Jabari’s past in an attempt to make him lose me, but I’d never leave my nigga based off some shit that he did way before I even knew his ass. I still couldn’t believe that crazy bitch had come to my damn place of work.
Granted, no woman should have ever been in a situation where their baby had to be stomped out of them, so I sympathized with her on that. Then, on the same hand, if a man stomped a baby out of you, why the fuck would you even want to be around somebody like that? Why would you open a business right next door to a person like that and have to face this person every day? These were questions that I just needed answers to.
The moment Jabari’s car pulled into his reserved parking spot, it’s was like the bitch had fuckin’ antennas because it wasn’t long before the door to her business opened, and she was walked out. Maybe it was just one big ass coincidence because she was walking out with her purse on her shoulder as if she was getting ready to leave. She was such a pretty woman, but there was no secret that I didn’t like the bitch.
Jabari and I were already out of the car, and like she didn’t even exist, he kept on walking.
“Hey. My shop is having a sale today. Purchase three bundles with a frontal, and one of my stylists will do a free install. Are you interested?” she asked me.
“Mahogany, let’s go! Don’t even entertain that bitch. Remember where the fuck we at, shorty. We standing right in front of my motha fuckin’ business, yo. Leave that hoe right there and lets’ go,” Jabari said, holding the front door open and waiting for me to come inside.
This bitch just wanted to make conversation with me. I was pretty sure she stalked my social media since none of my accounts were private. Therefore, her ass knew that I didn’t wear any damn weave.
“I’m a hoe now, Jabari? Boy how the times have changed. You moved to Miami and forgot about the whole fuckin’ life that you and I had back in Atlanta. Was I a hoe when you were eating my pus—”
I didn’t even let the bitch say it before I raised my fist and punched her ass right in her fuckin’ mouth. I’d wanted to do this for quite some time now, but the baby that was in my stomach had prolonged it. I didn’t know if Jabari ate her pussy or not, but I was still swinging on this hoe. It wasn’t even that statement that had me beating her ass. It was the constant disrespect that I got every time her ass came around.
Suddenly, I’d grown the strength of a damn giant as I tackled this bitch onto the ground and swung on her. This hoe wasn’t soft either because she was keeping up with me, but I was getting way more licks in than she was. I had her down on her back while my entire body was on top of her. Putting all of my weight on her, I continued to use her face as my personal punching bag. That went on for a few moments until my body was swung off her and into the strong arms of my husband. I yelled, kicked, and screamed for him to put me down because I wasn’t done with this bitch.
“Calm the fuck down! Need I remind your silly ass that you got on a fuckin’ skirt. It’s a whole fuckin’ crowd out here, and if you keep kicking your legs, these motha fuckas are going to see everything,” Jabari barked in my ear.
“All of a sudden, I’m a motha fuckin’ hoe! Nigga, are you fuckin’ crazy! You want to stand here and play stupid because you around your wife. Jabari, you know what the fuck was up between you and me. I would respect you so much fuckin’ more if you would stand up and be a fuckin’ man for once in your damn life! Tell her the fuckin’ truth. Tell her what the fuck you and I had,” she screamed, mouth and nose all bloody.
She was crying, and everybody inside her shop and Jabari’s store were standing outside watching her make a complete fool of her damn self.
“Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? Why the fuck you doing all this shit? Why you choose to do this shit now when I have a whole fuckin’ wife and a child at home? You had years to confront me on this shit, man! Where the fuck was all of this hurt a couple of years ago when I was a single man and didn’t have shit to lose? From the bottom of my heart, Kenyatta, I’m sorry for killing your baby. You can cry until you’re blue in the face, but shorty, I know that baby wasn’t mine. If I owe you an apology for anything, it’ll be because of that, nothing else. I wasn’t your nigga, and you know that. We fucked, and you know that too! Talking about tell my wife the truth. I been telling her the motha fuckin’ truth about us ever since you popped your ass up at my ole girl’s house. Get the fuck up and take your ass back in your shop or get in your car and take your ass the fuck home. Keep talking, and Ima let her go and finish you off. Walk the fuck away while your legs still allow you to!” Jabari yelled.
I could hear the anger, annoyance, and even defeat in his voice. I could tell that she was so fuckin’ embarrassed because, with her head hung low, she quickly got up and scurried over to her car. With lightning speed, she took off out of the parking lot. Jabari helped me into the car, then he got in on his side, and we left too. We didn’t even make it inside his damn shop because the moment we pulled up his bitch had started with her shit.
I pulled down the sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror. That bitch had scratched me above my eyebrow, and it was bleeding a little bit. My knuckles were bleeding as well from punching that bitch, and I had scrapes and scratches all on my arms and legs from rolling around on that fuckin’ concrete with her.
“You feel better now?” Jabari sarcastically asked me.
“So fuckin’ better. I been wanting to beat that bitch down since I saw her sitting at the table with your mama. Loony ass bitch, man. Jabari, I’m going to start walking around with my gun. I done seen shit like this happen in way too many Lifetime movies. That bitch is going to try to make my life a living hell, but I won’t let her. I swear I won’t,” I let him know.
I had seen shit like this happen in way too many movies and books. I’d be glad when the bitch found some fuckin’ sense and took her ass back to Atlanta.
“You thinking too deep into this shit. I know Kenyatta; therefore, I know she’s probably not going to even stick around too long. I can see her going back to Atlanta,” he let me know. He said it like he was so fond of that bitch, and that annoyed the hell out of me.
“You don’t know her, nigga. You know her pussy! Get me to my baby. I should have taken my ass over there in the first fuckin’ place,” I said as I went into my purse to get a scrunchie so I could put my hair up in a ponytail.
“On some real shit, shorty, if you had gotten your ass beat, I would have filed for divorce. I can’t have you out here making me look bad,” he said.
He didn’t laugh, so I didn’t know if his ass was just talking shit or if he was for real.
“And the niggas would have been lining up at my front door, ready to take on this widow,” I let him know in all seriousn
ess.
“Widow? Who the fuck said I was dying?” he questioned.
His facial expression alone screamed how oblivious he was about him dying if he were to ever try to leave me.
“Me, nigga! What the fuck you think would happen if you ever try to leave me? Death, nigga! You know too much about me. You know too much of my secrets and my flaws. I’ll be damned if you laid up with the next bitch, pillow talking about me and telling that hoe all my business,” I told him then sat back in the seat and looked out of the window.
I had told this nigga shit that Shae didn’t even know about me. I’ve had bad ass diarrhea around this nigga, sometimes barely making it to the toilet on time. When I was pregnant and had frequent urination, I didn’t always make it to the bathroom on time, so this nigga has seen me piss myself. Toward the eighth month of my pregnancy, when I could hardly see my vagina while I showered, it was him who would have to come in and assist me. Hell no, his ass knew too much and had seen too fuckin’ much to ever even think about leaving me.
“Your ass is fuckin’ crazy, man. On some real shit,” he commented.
“Whatever. Tell me something that I don’t know,” I said and closed my eyes to block out the sun because my head was starting to hurt all of a sudden.
I wasn’t worried about no fuckin’ Kenyatta. Hopefully, this beat down that I’d just given her ass would have her jumping on the next thing smoking to Atlanta, where the fuck she belonged. Like Jabari said, why the fuck was she just now coming around when it’s been years since she and Jabari had even been in communication? I can tell you why. It was Jabari’s mama putting that battery in Kenyatta’s back and making her act fuckin’ stupid.
I didn’t like Jabari’s mama; that bitch was too motha fuckin’ shady for me, and that reason alone was why her ass couldn’t come around my daughter. I didn’t need those bad vibes around my child. Until then, I would allow Jabari to continue sending her pictures and videos of Jamaria.
Toddrick ‘Miami’ King
“Why you got that look on your face? Like you need this drink more than I do? I’m the one who just had to bury my ole boy today,” I said to Jabari, making conversation.
We were at a bar, but we were in the back, shooting pool. It was a little hole in the wall place where a lot of the old heads hung out, but I liked this specific place because of the music, the food, and the ambiance in general. Since that night that I got the call from the hospital about my father passing, I really haven’t been getting out of the house much. I only left the house to meet with the funeral home and make sure that everything was prepared for earlier today, which was his funeral.
The hardest thing that I think I had to do during all of this was pick out the suit that I wanted him to wear today. I swear, burying my father did nothing but force me to think about years ago when I had to bury my mother. Here I was, a grown man, who felt like I could pretty much handle everything that life could throw my way, but it’s a different type of hurt and pain to be parentless. Like, that shit fuckin’ hurts, especially because I grew up in a household all my fuckin’ life with both of my parents.
I was pretty sure that one day all of it would get easier, but I didn’t see that day coming any time soon.
“After we left the funeral today, I headed over to the shop with my wife. I had every intention of dropping her ass off to her mama with the baby, but Mahogany is so fuckin’ smart, and I can’t run game on shorty, so she insisted on coming. She knew the reason why I was trying to drop her off was that I was trying to keep her and Kenyatta from around each other. I work right next door to that girl, so I knew for a fact that she was going to be there today. It’s Saturday, and that fuckin’ shop be jumping on the weekends.
Like fuckin’ clockwork, the moment we pull up, Kenyatta brings her ass outside. Instantly, she started fuckin’ with my wife, asking her if she wanted to get a wig or some shit like that. Mahogany has been wanting to lay hands on Kenyatta since meeting that bitch, so it was only so much defusing of the situation that I would be able to do.
“Long story short, they got to fighting. Rolling around on the fuckin’ concrete and everything. Nigga, I got thoughts of popping up on that bitch, putting a fuckin’ gun to her head, and telling her to get the fuck out of Miami. I don’t like how these past few months, she’s been the topic of fuckin’ discussion in my motha fucka household. I got my wife out there fighting and shit. We in the first few months of our marriage, and I’m not trying to have this shit go downhill,” Jabari said in all seriousness with the pool stick in his hand.
I was leaning against the pool table with a small glass of Hennessy in my hands as I listened to him vent to me.
“Damn, nigga. If Mahogany beat the brakes off shorty, then maybe she’ll be smart enough to leave y’all the fuck alone,” I let him know.
“How is shit with you and your baby mama? She still seeing that nigga?” Jabari asked me.
Tahira wasn’t fuckin’ with me, and I honestly didn’t give a fuck. She didn’t have to fuck with me again a day in her life as long as she did what the fuck she had to do for our damn daughter. After I beat the brakes off her nigga, she let me know that he had packed up all the shit that he had at her house, took the ring from her, called off the wedding, and took his ass back to D.C and hasn’t come back yet. I didn’t know why the fuck she wanted to be with a nigga who was beating her ass any fuckin’ way. I had no regrets about doing what I’d done to him. You would think that her ungrateful ass would have been thanking a nigga from coming to her aid and helping her when she couldn’t help her damn self.
“Nah, he left her. I don’t want to talk about my baby mama. Every time her name is brought up these days, I get pissed all over again. Fighting and shit like that in front of my fuckin’ daughter,” I grumbled under my breath.
“I know that’s not motha fuckin’ Miami over there,” I heard a deep ass voice boom from behind me. A deep voice that sounded very familiar.
With the drink in my hand, I turned around and laughed when I saw who it was. It was my nigga Cortez, but the streets knew him as Boss. I met him years ago at a showing of the house that I currently live in. We were both there trying to bid on the same house. Two rich ass niggas who were ready and willing to put down whatever amount of money that we had to put down for that house, and our petty asses ended up flipping a coin. Heads had never let me down, so I went with heads, and that’s what it landed on. I’ve been enjoying that pretty ass mansion in Miami ever since.
Mind you, I didn’t even know Boss when all this shit was going down. Granted, I heard about him and his luxury apartments and condos that he had in the Miami and Fort Lauderdale area, but I didn’t personally know him. I didn’t believe in new friends, especially at my age, but something about another brotha making his money had pretty much started a friendship between the two of us. With his busy lifestyle along with mine, we barely had time to chop it up. Last time I saw Boss was a few months ago at the grand opening of his new townhomes.
“Look at this big ass nigga. What the fuck is you benching now, man? I used to be bigger than you,” I boasted as I pulled him into a brotherly hug.
He laughed at my statement while shaking his head.
“That’s that getting my ass up every fuckin’ morning and taking my ass downstairs in my gym and lifting until I feel like I’m about to break something. What’s good with you, man? I watched the fight on TV that you did a few months ago. I wanted to go, but it was my fiancee’s birthday that weekend. I begged the fuck out of her to let us go to Vegas for her birthday to watch the fight, but she wasn’t on that. You know how it goes with these spoiled ass fuckin’ women, man. Happy wife is a happy life,” he said, and I agreed with that shit.
“What you doing out here, though? I ain’t never see you in here shooting pool,” I asked.
“Shit, that’s because I don’t. I brought Winter here a couple of times when we first got together, and she likes the wings here. I was at home watching ESPN when she brought her as
s in the room, fuckin’ with me to come down here and get her some food. She pregnant, so I gotta give her whatever the fuck she wants,” he said.
“Shit, don’t I know it. My fiancée is pregnant too. I’m already waiting for the day she makes me run out to get her what she’s craving. I got my lie already in order, man. I got her so fuckin’ spoiled that she thinks we supposed to get on a fuckin’ jet to fly to Atlanta just to go eat at Pappadeaux,” I said, referring to a famous seafood restaurant in Georgia that Jashae liked.
“I saw your post this morning about the funeral for your dad. I’m sorry for your loss, bruh. He was a real solid dude. I remember meeting him a couple of times when I would go and watch you fight. I’m literally just getting back in town from Colorado. We opening up a little spot out there for hookah and shit,” he said.
“Thanks, bruh. I appreciate it.”
By this time, Jabari had stopped playing pool, and he came over. He and Boss dapped it up, talked for a little bit, and that was that. Boss and Jabari knew each other through me.
“What y’all got going on in two weeks? I took Winter to Jamaica for the first time almost a year ago, and she’s been dying to go back, but the timing just ain’t been right these days. We going out there just to chill and shit. You know, before our wedding and shit that’s supposed to take place in a few more months. I rented a big ass house out there with like fifteen bedrooms, and it’s more than enough room for y’all to slide through. We all could use this little vacation, especially you, bruh. I know that can’t be easy on you with the death of your ole boy. Y’all down?” Boss asked me.
“Yeah, man. I don’t see why not. I’ll hit you when we get closer to the day,” I let him know.
We dapped each other one last time before he walked away.
Later that night
I made it back home just before midnight. Like I always did when I made it home late, I went and checked on Maya, who was knocked out cold, and then I headed to my bedroom. When I made it inside the room, Shae was sitting up in the middle of the bed with a throw blanket wrapped around her body. I instantly noticed the sad look that she had on her face. She was in deep thought about something because her eyes never even shifted in my direction. It was as if she didn’t even hear me come inside the room.
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