Don't Mess With the Carter Boys: The Carter Boys 3

by Desirée

  Fuck that. Y’all know when I start cursing I mean business.

  Turns out, Shiloh has been holding secrets from me about Layla getting his number and sending him naked pictures. He never responded, but he never told me anything, because he didn’t think it was that serious. Yet, as I read the messages she sent him, she was dogging me out, telling lies about me, all while spreading her legs for my man in a text. This had been going on for two months now. Trust me, I went off on Shiloh, because he wasn’t innocent in this at all. Far from it. He had an earful from me, but as we pulled up to Layla’s place, seeing she was walking outside on the phone, running her mouth, I smirked. She had no idea that I knew.

  “Look at this trifling bitch,” Tyree mumbled, cutting the car off. “Go beat her ass, Noelle!”

  “Tyree, you know I’m not the fighting type. I just want to ask why.”

  “Fuck that! This girl has been smiling in yo’ face this whole time, laughing, and a kee-keeing with you like life is good! All while sending yo’ man naked pictures and videos to his phone, talking about what she wanna do to him! Gurl, please, beat that bitch down!”

  I got out of the car, tuning him out as she waved to me.

  “Girl, you don’t ever come over here!” She laughed. “Baby, let me call you back. My besties just stopped by,” she said, hanging up.

  I could feel my anger trying to reach its limit, but I was going to conduct myself like the classy woman that I am.

  “Hey, girl! Shiloh must have gotten arrested again,” she concluded as I slowly walked up to her. My hair was wrapped up in a scarf, I had on boots, and I was wearing all black, with my cute Free People leather jacket with the hoodie coming out of it.

  “Beat that bitch down!” Tyree yelled from the window of my car as Layla’s eyes grew wide, looking at him, then me.

  “What the fuck is he talking about?” She laughed.

  “Soooo,” I started, looking down at my feet before stepping closer. “You been sending naked pictures to Shiloh for over two months? To his phone?”

  Her eyes grew wide as she stepped back. She had taken her braids out of her head, only to replace it with a weave that went to her waist. She had UGG boots on, with the house phone in hand. She was still living at home with her mom. She continued to stare.

  “You can’t speak now? You did so much fucking talking about me to him, so now that you have the chance to say that shit to me, you can’t open yo’ mouth?” I asked.

  “Beat that bitch, downnn!” Tyree yelled. “She ain’t tryna talk, Noe! Get her ass!”

  “I didn’t—”

  I flipped the switch just at the sound of her voice. Coming for her, I reached for that weave to bring her down, dragging her along the grass while pounding her face and throat. I wanted to prove my point without having to say a damn word—beat the face in one time and leave.

  And that’s exactly what I did. I left her on that grass in the cold night, crying with a bloody nose as I got back in the car. I ignored Shiloh’s calls. Nobody, and I mean nobody, better not come for that man on any level.

  Like I said when I began this story, I can get just as crazy if I’m pushed far enough. Don’t come for my man, and that’s all I’m going to say. It’s been a blessing. Have a wonderful year, everyone.

  Tyree

  Shiiiit, I don’t have a damn thing to say.

  My life was good. I was getting married in four months, and after that, Ontrell and I were moving to California in the summer. Both of us were working hard to make that money so we could maintain a certain lifestyle. Although we were both still in our early twenties, we were sharp when it came to business. With Shiloh helping him, Ontrell started investing in a couple of business ventures and taking things to the next level, while I expanded my business. I didn’t know how we were going to pull it off, but within the next two years, he was going to go to school to get a degree in business, while I was going to try to start working fashion weeks around the world. I wanted to eventually have my own clothing line for men, with my man as my main model.

  I grew closer to the women of the Carter brothers, especially Jordyn. I wasn’t so much fond of Tia, because I thought those triplets were Trent’s babies. I’m just saying what everyone else was thinking, but the truth would come out when the DNA was given. Jordyn, Noelle, and I put money on it. Damn, we ain’t shit, but it was all in good fun.

  Be blessed, tricks, and keep it moving. No drama on my story or in my life. That’s what females are for.

  Taylor

  So, I had a boyfriend! Oddly enough, it was Jade’s best friend, KD. In turn, her and I hung out more often than we should have. She was actually cool as hell, and I could see why Trent was with her in the first place. I didn’t have not one bad thing to say about anyone but Olivia. Fuck her. She was a bitch and would always be one. I moved out into my own place and left it at that. Over twenty years of friendship gone down the drain because she lied. Any-who!

  Trent didn’t speak much to me when we did see each other, but I was trying to keep my distance from that family as much as I could. My whole life was centered on them. It was time for me to enjoy my own damn last name and have my own friends.

  So there. That’s all I got for ya. LOL.

  Elijah

  Was I crazy for getting my girl pregnant on purpose? Nah. Fuck nah. I was just making sure no other nigga would try to come for her. Not while she was pregnant with my seed, they wouldn’t. So, yeah, I was that nigga to poke a hole in the condom and trap my bitch. I did it. Say what you want, but I was straight-up crazy about her. I knew it; she knew it, and any nigga that was feeling like they wanted to test my crazy and try her would know it too. Straight up.

  But! We all still met up every Sunday as a family, leaving all the girls out but Livie, and we just chilled. The music was taking off bigger this year, and I even convinced Shiloh to get on a track. A lot of y’all don’t know it, but he can sing, if not better than me. Shit runs in the family, too, on our mama’s side. Other than that, shiit, I don’t have nothing to say. Life is good, shawty.

  Trent

  I don’t have much to say.

  I was in school to get my masters, single, and running these streets wild, getting into every female I could. I was enjoying myself. Last year made me realize that life is way too short to be fucking up with these girls. My wounds had healed nicely, and my mind was focused and driven. There was still a lot of bad blood between the families, and now Olivia and Shiloh had something going on. No clue what the fuck was going on there, but as my brother said above, life is good, shawty. Can’t complain. What’s up!

  Jahiem

  I fell in love with a ho. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. Fuck what everyone else thinks. Can’t help who you fall for. She was my ride or die baby mama, and I wouldn’t change her for the world.

  Nobody else’s opinion mattered at this point. I came home to a beautiful girl, working on her school shit, food was cooked, and she was right by my side, ready to fight my battle with me, no matter the situation. She had my back, and I had hers. Period.

  I suggest everyone in the new year get healthy, watch what the fuck you put in yo’ body, and remember that black lives matter. These white people don’t, and will never, give a shit about us, so do what you got to do to survive in this society, and surpass expectations set by yourself and by others. At the end of the day, as long as you happy, that’s all that matters.

  Shiloh

  Don’t really have shit to say. I don’t feel the need to explain how my life is, and it’s only been a few fucking weeks into the new year. My life, my woman, and my way of doing shit is my business. Keep it moving, nigga. End of the story.

 

 

 
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