Hoodwives & Rich Thugs of Chicago 2

by Tina Marie

  “Damn O’, no call first,” I said when I got out.

  “Bitch please, I’ve been blowing up yo’ phone all damn day,” she spat. I noted that she was drunk because she slurred her words.

  I headed around to get Kah out and she followed me to the other side of my car. “I’m sorry girl, this thing with Cay getting shot.”

  “Cayane got shot!” she blasted.

  “Shhhhhh, Kah, is back here sleeping. He knows she is in the hospital, but he doesn’t know she got shot,” I said.

  “Don’t shush me and if Cay got shot, why didn’t either of you bitches let a bitch know? I mean I’m supposed to be yo’ girl too,” she spat and she reeked of liquor.

  “It was just an eventful day O’, damn and you are my girl and you’re right I should have called you,” I said with my hand on the door to open it.

  “You got’damn right bitch,” she yelled in my face.

  I loved Olivia like a sister, but this drunk ass bitch needed to bring all that shit down. My day ended with good and depressing news and all I wanted to do was get inside to my damn Merlot.

  “O’ look now, you gon’ have to bring all that shit down. It’s late and I’m tired and I have to lug this heavy little boy up the stairs, so do you need an Uber?” I asked, because she didn’t need to be driving.

  “Oh, so first you ignore me all fucking day and now I can’t’ come up in yo’ house. If I was Cay, would you be calling me an Uber or letting in yo’ house?”

  Now she was just mad pissing me the hell off. “O’ lower your damn voice, before you wake my God son and if you were Cay, you’d be at home being a mother to your kids and not out here in that ho’ dress, drunk as fuck!” I blasted at her. I was tired and didn’t have time for one of Olivia’s tantrums. She had been that way since we were teens, always saying that I treated Cay different or better and all truth she was right, but Cayane didn’t act like Olivia. Cayane hadn’t sucked damn near every nigga’s dick in Chicago. Cayane put her son first, and Cay never had her hand out. Yes, I had did a lot of shit for Olivia. Paid bills for her, brought her shit, paid for her to go on trips with us, always picking up the tab when we kicked it, but that bitch was never grateful, she always looked at what I did for Cay as if I’d never done a damn thing for her.

  “You know what Ash fuck you! And fuck yo’ Uber,” she said and then stomped away. “And since y’all think so little of me and always keeping me out of the loop, fuck both of y’all and I don’t give a fuck about Cayane’s weak, can’t keep a man ass.”

  “O’ carry yo’ drunk ass home!” I yelled.

  “Fuck you Ash, and I’m about to go by Tam’s. She’s my real fucking friend and maybe me her and Juice can have a threesome,” she spat and tried to hurry off, but I ran up behind her.

  “What you say about my baby sis?” I demanded.

  And she turned back to me and got in my face. “Yeah bitch, you so far up in Cayane’s ass that yo’ lil sis throwing that pussy too and at the rate she going Nicco gon’ get some too!” she barked. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. “Don’t look so surprised. Everybody can see that she is feeling yo’ husband, but yo’ slow ass and just like Juice all up in her shit now, that nigga’ used to be all up in mine,” she said, and I lost it. I tackled that drunk bitch to the asphalt and I pounded on that bitch face until someone pulled me off of her.”

  “What the fuck Ash, what is you doin’,” Nicco yelled, holding on to me.

  “Let me go Nicco,” I yelled trying to break free. I was going to beat that ho’s ass until I was tired.

  She scrambled to get her stupid ass off the ground, huffing and puffing with blood dripping from her nose. “Yes, let that bitch go Nicco,” she barked.

  “Finally, somebody’ don’ whipped yo’ ugly ho’ ass,” Chaos said standing there with his arms folded.

  “Fuck you Chaos,” she yelled.

  “Fuck you, you dirty bitch!” he roared at her. “Hey cuz, let Ash go, so she can wipe the pavement with this filthy ho’,” he said.

  “Olivia, get in yo’ car and get the fuck outta here,” Nicco ordered. I wanted him to let me go.

  “This ain’t over bitch and once Cayane finds out about you and Juice, she gon’ beat dat ass again,” I yelled.

  She opened her car door and got in and started to roll away. She stopped and let down her window and said, “Tell that bitch Cay to bring it and bring that lil Scarface nigga son of her, so he can play with his big brother,” she spat and with that Nicco let me loose and that hoe peeled off so fast, I couldn’t catch her unless I ran her down in my car.

  “What the fuck happened,” he demanded, and I marched over to my car. I was mad as hell and no longer tired.

  “Baby, come and get little man and get him inside. I need to pay Tam’s ass a visit,” I huffed.

  “No baby, calm the fuck down!” Nicco said following me to my car. I opened the door grateful to see little man still snoring. His face was drenched with sweat and I hurried and pulled him outta of there. Since Nicco wanted to try to reason with me, I handed Kah off to Ca’Shon. “Here cuz, you know the code. Get him inside to Nikki and tell her to make sure he eats something and bath him for me.”

  He took him, without discussion. “I was going to head back up to the hospital, do you want me to just keep him?”

  “Nah, Cay said she wanted him eat and sleep in his bed at my house tonight. I don’t think she wants him to see her up in the hospital like that.”

  “Got’cha,” he said and went inside.

  I was so furious and Nicco was standing in front of my drivers’ door. “Baby, I don’t have time for no family is family speeches. Tam on some goofy shit and I’m about to go check dat’ ass.”

  “Listen baby, I know you are boiling right now and want to go out guns blazin’ on Tam, but you need to calm the fuck down. Olivia is a ho’ and I’ve been telling you that shit for the longest time and now you about to kick down Tam’s door over something O’s ho’ ass said, come on baby,” he said and I just looked at him.

  Then I asked, “Has Tam ever once tried to fuck wit’ you?”

  “Ash, what the fuck kinda question is that?”

  “A question I need an answer too,” I said and he looked away.

  “Nicco!” I said between clinched teeth.

  “Baby, stop, okay, it was nothing,” he said.

  “What the fuck was nothing,” I asked.

  “Look I checked her ass okay and she is not a threat,” he said, and my head tilted to the right.

  “What the fuck, why did I not know that you had to check Tam on some foul shit Nicco!” My blood was starting to simmer.

  “Look, you are upset, it was a comment she made, I told her to get that bullshit outta her fucking head and told her that she better not ever say anything like that shit again to me or out loud.”

  I folded my arms across my chest. “What in the fuck did she say!” I demanded.

  “The other night when I went over, we were chatting, and she said something like, I’d give you a baby if Ashlee can’t,” he said and my eyes bulged. “But when she said it, she pretended like she was joking, and I didn’t tell you, because I knew she was a little tipsy. I told her that that shit wasn’t funny and never to joke like that again,” he said and a before I knew it I slapped the shit outta my husband.

  “Fuck Ash!” he yelled and then grabbed me.

  “Let me the fuck go!”

  “No and don’t you ever put yo’ muthafuckin’ hands on me again!” he blasted.

  My eyes burned with tears, because I didn’t mean to hit him. I was angry at Tam, but it stung to hear those words when all I’ve been trying to do is give him a baby.

  “I’m sorry for hitting you, that was out of line,” I said and a tear fell. He pulled me into his arms and held me. I wanted him to let me go, because as hurt as I was by what he had said, that wasn’t going to stop me from putting hands on Tam. It may not have been that night, but my little sister was going to get an ass whi
ppin’ for sure.

  7

  Cayane

  As soon as Ash left the hospital I checked the clock on the wall and knew my time was short. She wasn’t going to leave me alone for long, before I knew it her or Chaos would be hovering next to my bedside like I was a half dead baby bird. I took a few minutes to think about Chaos, I wondered what it meant him showing up to the hospital and acting like he cared about me. I appreciated him being there I really did. Over the short time I had known him he had become someone special to me, someone I knew I was falling for. And that had not happened in forever.

  Admitting to myself that I could be in love sent a shot of fear through me that was so intense it caused me to sit straight up in the bed. The fear led to panic, I couldn’t do that to myself. Look what happened with Juice, then how Chaos ruined my chanced of moving by fucking up shit at my job. I wouldn’t go as far as to blame him for all that had happened because I could have allowed him to pay my rent or let Nicco give me the place for free. But the fact that he was somewhat involved in my downfall, which was ultimately my sons downfall caused reality to wash over me. Yep I had to go. Love had never gotten me anywhere but hurt and fucked up. Buzzing miss chipper in my room I looked around wondering what the hell I was going to wear home. I needed to be out of here before anyone got back especially him.

  “Hello Cayane, how are you feeling? Are you ready for more pain meds?” She walked around checking my IV and taking my blood pressure. I wondered about her life, she looked so at ease, so fucking happy just to be alive.

  “No I need my discharge papers, NOW, please.” I added the last part and a fake ass smile hoping she would just hurry the fuck up and not try and talk me out of leaving. Arguing with a nurse was not my idea of a good start to my plan.

  “I wouldn’t suggest you leave but we cannot hold you here. I will grab the papers and your prescriptions. Please get them filled especially the antibiotic and prenatal pills. I will also send home instructions on how to care for your wound.” Nodding gratefully I sank back against the pillow sweating from the pain. I willed myself to get up and get myself together. By the time the nurse came back in I had managed to slip on the hospital socks and my black Nikes. I wrapped up in two of their gowns because I had no other clothes. She raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. I was glad because the way I was frustrated at the moment I would have dropped her overly cheerful ass. I didn’t even have panties on so I hoped my pussy wasn’t out for the world to see. “Thanks,” I said as I grabbed all the papers and slowly headed out.

  As I made my way to the lobby of the hospital I realized a few things, one I didn’t have a phone and two I had no car to get home. Tightening my grip on my purse I realized that I must look like a crazy person in a hospital gown and a pair of Nikes but fuck it my clothes were shot up and bloody I assumed. I knew I had some cash in my purse so I would just have to take a taxi home that at least solved one issue. Standing outside I grabbed the first one that pulled into the pickup lane. I heard a few people cursing me out since I cut in front of them but I didn’t care, I knew they saw how injured I was, they could wait. I had to get home and start figuring out my life without interference from Ashlee or Chaos.

  The ride was thankfully a quiet one, my driver was an old Middle Eastern guy who kept staring at me with sad eyes but didn’t say a word. “Thirty -five dollars even,” he said as we pulled up. I handed him two twenties and slowly got out of the car. He sped off as soon as my feet touched the concrete, I guess all the yellow tape and chalk outlines had him shook. It should have had me shook too but this was my hood, I grew up here. I was used to senseless murder.

  I wanted to cry seeing the blood on my front steps but I sucked the tears up. I wondered how much of it was mine. I watched the news earlier and saw the bodies lined up outside and said a quick prayer of thanks that I didn’t end up being one of them. I was sure once I opened the door I would see more shit to cry about. Sure enough stepping inside I had memories of Juice trying to rape me and bullets flying past my head. I immediately went in the kitchen and grabbed a bucket and bleach so I could start cleaning up. I was glad there was no carpet in the living room because I would at least be able to clean the hardwood floors. As I stood from the cabinet I noticed my refrigerator door was opened. Why would the police be messing around in my damn fridge? Peering inside I noticed it was empty except a half-eaten head of lettuce. What the fuck. I had just gone to the grocery store and my shit was full. Looking around closely I noticed my kitchen was bare. The space where my microwave was sitting was now empty and even my toaster was missing.

  I stood really still listening to see if someone was in here with me. My slumlord never came to even board up the shot out windows and now people were squatting in my shit eating my food. My heart was racing and every little sound caused me to jump. I was in no condition to fight anyone so if the thief was still inside I was fucked up. Maybe coming back here wasn’t the best idea.

  As I cautiously made my way through the entire house I realized that everything that wasn’t shot up was missing. But at least I appeared to be alone. Praying I made my way to the last room, my son’s room. Seeing the way it was tossed had me feeling violated. His bed was pushed over, the mattresses on the floor and all his dresser drawers where pulled out. His toys where broken and even the night light was wrecked. Taking inventory with my eyes I realized they stole my son’s clothes, shoes and jewelry. Spinning around fast I felt dizzy as I made my way back to the front. I had to get out of here, out of that room. Stopping at the bathroom I threw up and I had no idea if it was from the baby or the shock of all that was going on. Brushing my teeth I stumbled to the living room.

  Leaning my head against the wall I tried to pull myself together so I could try to think of my next move, it had to be my best move. We couldn’t stay here, even though I wanted to, I mean that was my plan. Come home, clean up and continue on with my life. But now I was going to have to make shit right with my mother because I refused to live off of my best friend. Thinking about my mom made my skin crawl. Dealing with her everyday would be the fucking worst. That bitch had treated me nasty for as long as I could remember.

  I was tempted to at least leave Kahlan with Ash but I knew in my heart I couldn’t. I needed to give her some space, a fucking break from us, I noticed the stress on her today. Plus I saw the hurt in her eyes when I told her I was pregnant. I would never do that to her, make her watch my pregnancy, my second one, while she was still trying to have a baby. I wasn’t cruel. I loved Ashlee with everything in me and she didn’t deserve that.

  Wiping the tears from my eyes I began searching for my car keys but I didn’t see them anywhere. I tried to remember the last time I had them and in which room. I usually left them on the kitchen counter but it was empty. I didn’t see them in my purse so I didn’t think Ashlee picked them up. What the fuck was happening.

  Stepping outside to see if I left them in the car I felt my head instantly ache again when I saw the space where I parked my car was empty. Collapsing onto the steps I leaned up against the wooden railing for support. Someone had stolen my car too. I just couldn’t catch a fucking break. I couldn’t even call the cops to report the theft because I didn’t have a phone. I was stuck here, in a crime scene with no food, no TV and a door that couldn’t lock because it had more holes than fucking Swiss cheese.

  I sat there for hours just crying, people kept walking by staring at me, but no one asked was I ok. By the time it was dark outside I was cold, feeling nauseous and had to pee. I didn’t want to go back inside to what was left of my home so I sat in the same spot. I didn’t know what I was waiting for, no one was coming to save me. I let my hand roam over my belly and I worried about my unborn child, even though I wasn’t sure what I was doing about that situation. Bringing a second child into this life I was living was selfish, even if I knew this one’s father was better than the last.

  Seeing the lights on a vehicle as it pulled up in front of me I felt my body get tense as I envisi
oned Juice coming to torture me or the people who shot up the block coming back to finish the job. I was trembling as a tall figure in a hoodie made their way towards me. I just knew I was getting raped for sure this time. Juice had no conscious so I knew this would be a prime time for him to get at me. Struggling to get up and run I felt myself falling off the top stair and I knew this was it. I wasn’t making it through the night and maybe it was for the best.

  “Man what the fuck you doing here,” Chaos said as I felt him grab me in mid-air. All the breath left my body as I hit his rock hard abs. It hurt like fuck but I felt emotional relief knowing he was there. “Shorty I fucking thought someone came and snatched ya’ ass when I got to the hospital and you was gone. You always doing some fucking dumb shit. Why you can’t just stay in one place and listen for once. What if Kah would have been wit me when I came back up there? Or what if he needed you? You out here bad, no phone, shot the fuck up, hell no clothes on, nothing.” He was cussing my ass out and I just stood there in his arms taking it because he was right. But how could I go back and change any of this shit? I honestly just wanted to die. I felt a wave of depression so strong that my whole body shuddered and then went still.

  It was like he knew something was wrong in that moment. Chaos always seemed to be in tune with my needs. He pulled me back some to look in my face, his eyes searched me from top to bottom then stopped back at my face. “Ma, what’s wrong, talk to me,” he said in my ear, panic in his voice.

  “It’s all gone,” I said in a low tone, it was all I could manage to get out. My words were stuck inside under all the heartbreak and grief I was feeling. Weakly I waved my hand in the direction of my house. “They even took my car, Kah’s stuff,” I said the last part on a sob. Thinking of my son’s space being violated broke me all over again. Who the fuck stole from a child? Shit it was a crime scene, we could have been dead and they were in there taking our stuff.