“Ma’am, Mr. Ipswich called us to accompany him. He informed us that he lives here, but he has been unable to enter the residence because you’ve changed the locks.”
“Did Mr. Ipswich also tell y’all that he got caught fucking another man in our bed?” I stared him down.
“Malaya, they don’t need to be involved in our personal business. I just want to come back home.”
“You dumb-ass nigga, you brought them into our business. I told your ass I don’t want you here.” I was fuming with anger.
“Ma’am, calm down. According to the law, you can’t just put him out. You have to go through the courts and properly evict him. If not, it’s an illegal eviction, and you can be forced to pay him a substantial amount of money.”
“I know the law; I’m an attorney. I swear, I can’t live with this man. You all are making a mistake,” I pleaded.
“Do you have somewhere you can go then, ma’am?”
“Hell no. This is my shit; I ain’t going nowhere. So him and his slut can come up in my shit? I work too damn hard to just walk away.”
I saw that I wasn’t getting anywhere with these people, so I hissed through my teeth, turned around, and walked into my house. I was fucking mad; I didn’t want this nigga here. I swear I didn’t.
“Daddy is home. Daddy, I miss you so much,” I heard Myesha yell out to him.
God, I can’t do this. I refuse to live like this.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I asked as he walked into my room.
“What do you mean? This is my room too.”
“Not no fucking more! You won this battle, but I promise I will drag your ass into divorce court. I will make sure you feel every bit of my wrath.”
“You know what, Malaya? You are one miserable bitch. If you want a reason why I fuck these niggas and bitches, take a look in the mirror. You are one miserable bitch, always complaining. You acted like my dick was garbage; well, guess what? These boys love fucking and sucking me off, and their asses are way tighter than that sloppy pussy you have between your legs. He wasn’t the first one; he’s just the only one you know about. Now let that sink in, bitch,” he said as he turned around and walked out.
This was the first time I was actually at a loss for words. My brain tried to comprehend this, but I couldn’t. I stood there, frozen, as this man told me how he really felt. Normally, I would have had a comeback. After all, I’m an attorney; but this time around, I wasn’t in the courthouse. This was my life, my showdown, and I couldn’t come up with an argument. It took me a few minutes to move out of the spot I was in. I got up and slammed my door. I just sat there, staring at the ceiling.
The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. I reluctantly answered the phone. “Hello.”
“Hey, love. Are you ready?”
“No, I’m not going anywhere,” I said, a little harsher than I intended.
“Damn, B, you good? You sound like you’re pissed off or something.”
“No, I’m not feeling good. I’m just going to stay in tonight.”
“A’ight, that’s cool. Hit me later if you want.”
I hung up the phone, feeling like shit. He was the only hint of happiness I had, and here I was, snapping on him. I didn’t mean to bring him into my drama-filled world. I locked my room door, and then I threw the phone on the dresser. I grabbed my gun and lay across my bed. Is this what my life has come down to? I held my gun in my hand. I was prepared to shoot if this nigga even breathed on me.
* * *
I decided to take the day off. I didn’t have to be in court today; plus, Dana was back from visiting with her family.
Javon and I decided to meet up for lunch. The motion for discovery came back on Javon’s case. It was more than I expected. They had him on several recordings setting up big drug deals. They also had an informant talking about how he and his crew murdered other rival drug dealers. I let out a long sigh. This was way more than I bargained for. The man I admired so much was so far from the man the state was accusing of doing these gruesome things. I wished I would’ve looked deeper but would that have stopped me? No. I wasn’t going to make any kinds of excuses. I wanted him since the first day I laid eyes on him. I wasn’t in love with him or anything like that, but I enjoyed his company, and the dick was the bomb. At times, I imagined us being together in a relationship, but I quickly caught myself. There was no possible way we could have a long-term relationship, at least not right now.
We decided to meet up for lunch at Red Lobster. After what I learned earlier, I really didn’t have much of an appetite. I got there earlier than him, so I parked and walked inside. I tried to switch my mood up a little, but I knew how serious things were.
“Hey, babe,” he greeted me and kissed my lips.
“Hey, you.” We both walked up to the hostess desk.
“Hello, how many?”
“Just two.”
“Okay, follow me.”
That was a first. I guessed it was because it was early in the day because Red Lobster is known to be slow.
She sat us all the way in the back, which was fine because what I was about to discuss with him was very private.
“What’s going on with you, beautiful? You want to tell me why you were bugging last night?”
I thought of lying to him but quickly changed my mind. It was time for me to come clean with him. “Well, you do know I’m married, right?”
“Yeah, so?”
“When we first started talking, we were separated, but now, he is back in the house. He made me angry last night. That’s all.”
“So, you’re still fucking him?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying. All I’m saying is he is back at the house, and now we are in separate bedrooms.”
“Oh, okay. Why is that nigga even a factor in this?”
“He is not a factor. I was only telling you what was going on last night.”
We ordered our food, and after we ate, I dropped the bomb on him. He was visibly upset by the news I just gave him.
“Listen, babe, you’re gonna have to give me something to fight them with.”
“Man, I’m fucked up right now. I don’t know what to fucking do. Man, doing a bid ain’t in my motherfucking plans.”
I reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “Babe, I want you to trust me. I will do everything in me to fight this case. We are gonna fight this. You hear me?”
He didn’t respond. I couldn’t imagine what he was going through right now. I knew one thing: when you were in the streets like he was, it wasn’t easy when you got caught up.
Lunch was basically over after we discussed his case. His whole demeanor changed. I tried to do little chitchat here and there, but anyone could see that he wasn’t feeling any of that shit.
“Yo, how long do you plan on staying at the same house as your husband? I mean, eventually he’s gon’ want to fuck,” he said with an attitude.
“Are you serious right now? I mean, all we’ve been doing is fucking and sucking. Not one time did you come out and say anything about your intentions with me. Plus, you have a serious-ass case going on.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything? You’re talking like you know for sure that a nigga goin’ to do time,” he yelled.
“You need to lower your fucking voice. I’m a lawyer and a damn good one. Your case is a hard one. They’ve got your dumb ass on tape arranging drugs deal and setting up murders and shit. I’m your only fucking hope right now.”
“You need to chill out. I ’ont need no-damn-body but, God, don’t get in your feelings ’cause I ask you ’bout ol’ boy. Shit, I wanna know what your plans are. Am I just the side nigga or what? ’Cause I ain’t got no problem with beating your back out, but all this spending money, eating out, and extra shit, I ain’t with it.”
“Sometimes you need to keep your damn mouth shut because the more you open it up, the more stupid you sound. As far as my husband and me, we are separated, and that’
s that! When you make me your woman, then I will answer to you. Now, you please have a good fucking day. Call me when you’re ready to be more than my side nigga.”
Without saying anything else, I threw the fork on the plate, along with the napkin. Grabbing my purse, I stormed out, leaving him sitting there alone. I noticed the people sitting on the side looking at me like they were listening to our conversation all along. I shot them a dirty look and continued walking out. I wasn’t in the damn mood. This nigga just took me there; I wasn’t one of those old ghetto-ass bitches who be acting out in public. I was a professional woman, and I preferred to remain just that.
I jumped in my car and sped off. I was definitely in my feelings. I was mad at myself because I let him take me there. In a way, I felt where he was coming from, but I didn’t have the answers about Trent. I wanted a divorce, but I didn’t want to file for a divorce. God, I wished that bastard would have a stroke or something; that way I could bury his ass and still have my money left. See, Trent had money, but the majority of the money came from my wealthy dad who died and left me a hefty inheritance. My ass was young, dumb, and full of cum, so I didn’t let him sign a prenup, so here we were now. This cheating-ass bastard could walk away with a good portion of my money. See, I wanted to explain this to Javon, but the last thing I needed this street nigga knowing was that I was a wealthy woman. Can’t trust even the nigga you’re sleeping with. I was also annoyed that he was pressing me about my relationship status with Trent. I mean, he was only the nigga I was fucking. He didn’t have all those damn rights.
Call me paranoid, but after I left Red Lobster, I noticed a dark-colored car following close behind me. I brushed it off, but the car kept on my ass. I turned on a different street, and the car still followed me. I was nervous because I had no idea who might be following me. I decided to drive to the nearest police station, which was about two blocks from where I was. I sped down the road, hoping the car would turn off somewhere else.
My palms were sweaty, and my heart was racing. I pressed the gas a little harder. I was happy as hell when I saw the police station. I turned inside and parked. The car stopped, waited a few seconds, and then pulled off. I thought about going in the station, but I really didn’t know what to say, and I wasn’t sure who it was in that car. After waiting a few minutes and not seeing the car, I decided it was safe to pull out. I kept glancing in my rearview but saw no sign of the car.
When I got on my block, I circled it twice before I pulled into my driveway. I was still troubled because I wasn’t sure who was in the car and why they were following me. I quickly jumped out and stormed into the house. I locked the door and peeped through the window. I didn’t see a sign of another car. I closed the blinds and walked into the kitchen.
* * *
Javon
Mom-Dukes named me Javon, but the hood knew me as Young Killa because that’s exactly what I was. Ever since I was young, growing up on Chimborazo Boulevard in Richmond, I knew I was about that life. The life of robbing and selling drugs, that is. I committed my first murder at the age of fifteen. Funny thing was, I didn’t feel no way when I killed that nigga. Instead, I felt powerful. It was at that tender age that I earned my stripes among the old heads.
At twenty-six years old, ain’t shit changed. My crew and me were causing havoc all over the streets of Richmond and Henrico County. We controlled mostly every block over on Chamberlain Avenue. Niggas either joined us or felt the wrath of our guns. We were street niggas, and in the streets, respect was earned, not given.
I had a crew of four hardcore killers. Mann-Mann was my right hand. I could trust that nigga with my life, and he could do the same with me. The other three niggas were Sword Man, Li’l Trigger, and my nigga, D. Drizzle. I grew up with these niggas, and I trusted them to a certain extent. So far, they’d proven nothing but loyalty to a nigga.
I thought shit was good; that was, until the task force burst up in the trap. I was sick as fuck ’cause all the work and the money were up in here since it was early as fuck. It kind of shocked me, though, because we had just moved to this location, and only the four of us knew about this location. I didn’t think anything at first.
On the way down to the lockup, D. Drizzle kept trying to talk about business and shit.
“Yo, shut the fuck up. You know where we at, right?” I asked with an attitude.
“My bad, my nigga.”
The rest of the niggas looked at me like I was out of pocket, but I wasn’t. Niggas’ mouths be having diarrhea and now wasn’t the fucking time. I was extra tight ’cause they’d got all my damn money. Earlier, I counted over thirty stacks. Shit, a nigga was hurting bad.
I was given a bond. Mann-Mann and D. Drizzle also got bonds. My two other niggas had warrants in Chesterfield for a previous case and were denied bond.
After I got bonded out, I went to go see my old head, Abraham. That wasn’t his real name, but he earned that name ’cause he was like the godfather of the underground world. I parked in the lot and walked through the back of the building. I banged on the door.
“Who dat?”
“It’s me. Young Killa.”
The door popped open, and I stepped in. I knew he was standing behind the door with a choppa. I’d been coming here for years, so I knew the routine. “It’s only me, Godfather. You can put the choppa down.” I laughed.
“You already know how it goes, young’un.” He stepped out from behind the door.
“What’s good, fam?” I gave him dap and a quick hug.
“Nothing, shit. I hope you circled the block before you brought yo’ hot ass up in here.”
I was a little irritated by the way he was coming off, but I knew he had to be this way because the feds had been trying to get at him for years. They could never pin anything on him because he moved so smooth. “You already know I’m on point.”
“What is all this I’m hearing about the pigs running up in your shit the other day?”
“Yup, they ran up in there and got the work and some paper. Shit crazy, yo.”
“Yo, you hardheaded. There’s no reason your ass should’ve been up in there. That’s what you have workers for. Why do you think they could never link me to anything? Because I don’t mingle in that shit. I just sit back and collect my money. I ’ont talk on no phone, none of that shit.”
“Man, they got me on a bunch of charges. Shit don’t look too good, yo.”
“You will learn. I been told you that I heard rumors that one of them niggas in your camp was a fucking rat. I done told yo’ ass don’t bring them niggas round here.”
I just sat there taking in what he was saying. Old Head knew some shit because he done seen it all. I just didn’t believe that I had a rat in my camp. Ain’t no way none of my niggas were working with the police. Hell nah, I was not even goin’ to entertain that bullshit. We ended up chopping it up for a little, and then I bounced.
“I’m about to bounce. Just needed to kick it wit’ you for a little bit.”
“Javon, don’t let your loyalty to these niggas cloud your judgment. Everybody is suspect when it comes down to the streets; even your mama can’t be trusted. You need to check this lawyer out; she is a bad-ass bitch in the courtroom. You goin’ to need her.” He grabbed my arm and handed me a card.
“I got you,” I said as I opened the door and walked out into the brisk Virginia wind.
As I walked to my car, I had an uneasy feeling. I’d known Abraham since I was a young’un, and I trusted him, but sometimes I felt like the nigga was paranoid. I looked down at the card he handed me. It had a lawyer’s name and number on it. I opened my car and got in. As I sat there, warming up the car, all kinds of thoughts were going through my head. I reached in my armrest and pulled out a blunt that I was smoking off earlier. I lit that shit and pulled off.
From the first time I laid my eyes on that bitch, I knew she was a freak. The way she looked at me, I knew I was going to bang that ass one day! I heard she was a beast in the courtroom, so if th
is bitch was as good as everybody said, I definitely needed her on my team.
I noticed the way she looked at me the first day we met. I was about my business, though; I needed this bitch to help me beat these charges. Don’t get me wrong; I had no problem tearing that pussy up along the way! I knew one thing about bitches: if you fucked them right, they would fight for you to the very end.
I didn’t think it was going to be easy, but being the nigga I was, I had to try my hand. From the minute I walked into the office and saw that the secretary wasn’t there, I knew I had a chance to tear that ass up. I gave this bitch the dick, and I knew she was going to be hooked. I hate to sound conceited, but a nigga’s paper was long, and I’ve got that big dick that curves at the tip. I ain’t met a bitch yet who didn’t like this pipe.
I had my girl, Tania, and I wasn’t trying to wife no other bitch. She was my everything, even though I be fucking around. She was the mother of my daughter and my little man, and I swear, I did love that chick. She was there for a nigga when I ain’t had shit. I remembered when we used to stay in the projects over in Jackson Ward. My baby’s mama used to sell her food stamps to make sure I could get money to cop a pound of weed. That’s when I knew I had to make it so she and my seeds would be straight.
After I had my first good lick, I moved them out of the hood and into a house on Broad Rock Boulevard, over on the south side. Even though I was doing my fuckery in the streets, I still made sure she knew she was my everything and that a nigga wasn’t shit without her.
After ol’ girl and I started talking, I had to juggle being with her and still being able to make my baby mama feel like she was still my main squeeze. I couldn’t risk her finding out about this. She done had plenty of run-ins with bitches I done smashed. I hoped it didn’t come to it this time because I needed this lawyer bitch to help me beat this case. I figured that if I acted like I wanted her and let her think that we were in a relationship, she would do everything in her power to keep me out of prison. I heard she was friends with a few judges. Shit, she might need to run that pussy to help a nigga out.
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