"Nothing." I suppressed a smirk.
"Umm. What's that I smell?" she asked, following the aroma into the kitchen.
"I made tacos."
"Yessss! Girl, your tacos are the shit."
I smiled at the compliment and followed her into the kitchen.
Cuz and I wasted no time at the table. We ate two tacos apiece, refried beans, and Spanish rice. We sat at the table waiting for the twins to finish eating so that we could continue the talk that we had begun on the phone. Akeela was playing over her food. Her mother glanced over at her.
“Li’l girl, you ain’t leaving this table until you eat that taco. Hell, the li’l kids on those Feed The Children commercials wish they could trade places with you.”
"Oh, Mama, stop it!" she said while shaking her head.
"Waste not, want not," added Leesha.
"Okay, I'll finish up. Ugh!" Akeela began eating faster. Her sister finished shortly before she did, and they were excused from the table. They headed off upstairs to hook up the Playstation 3 that they had brought with them.
It was Leesha’s bright idea for us to have some drinks. She went to the guest room where she’d be sleeping and brought back a bottle of Ciroc. We sat there for about an hour sipping and talking. That’s when my cousin looked at me and started spazzing about what she would do to Blunt if she were me.
"I would go over to the bitch's house. You can bet that's where he's at if he's not answering his phone. And if I found him there, somebody's ass would be at the ER tonight, and it sho' wouldn't be mine! That's what I would do," she spewed.
"I don't want to go to that extreme. I have to think about my job. More importantly, that's not how I behave." I got up from the table to wash the dishes. Leesha joined me at the sink.
"I understand, Mo', but Blunt is the type of man that don't believe shit stinks. So you have to mash his nose in it."
By the time we had washed and dried the dishes, and the alcohol had worked itself into my system, I had a whole new game plan.
I tossed on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and we jetted towards the door.
"Where are y'all going?" Aquisha called down from the top of the stairs.
"We have to go somewhere right quick, but we won't be long," I called up to her.
“Y’all bet' not open this door up for nobody. I don’t care if the Pope knocks. You better tell him to sit down on the front step and pray until y’all mama gets back,” intoned Cuz.
“Yes, ma’am,” Aquisha obediently replied.
On the way out, I locked the door and we trotted to my car and headed to Luscious' house.
The entire drive there Leesha was talking about what she wouldn’t put up with. It was easy for her to say that because it wasn't her heart invested in it. "I think every woman has been a fool for one man or another in her lifetime. It's a part of life. Love has a way of forcing us to accept things that we never imagined we would," I contested lightly.
"Ha! If I ever love like that, please do me a favor and shoot me in the head."
"I'm going to shoot you anyway if you don't be quiet." We both laughed.
"For real, though, Molaysia. You better quit letting him walk all over you. Not only is his creeping disrespectful, it's dangerous. I hope you're making that nigga wrap up."
What she said was the truth. Just thinking about the gamble that I was taking with my life as long as Blunt continued to creep with other women, boiled my water! I also became upset with Luscious even though I didn't know her. I detested women that willingly played the cut buddy role.
I only wanted to confront Luscious and let her know that I was aware of her creeping with my man ---- that’s it. However, with Leesha in the car, there was no telling what would jump off. I had to prepare myself for whatever.
Drama Time
Molaysia
I was wheeling my whip in search of my man with his lowdown trifling ass. I crept at a snail’s pace when I made it to the street that Luscious lived on. Just as I suspected, Blunt was there. His 2012 coal-black Lincoln Continental on twenty-six inch wheels was parked in her driveway, sitting pretty.
The block was quiet. Two young boys walked up the street with their hands shoved in their pockets. I pulled up to the curb and parked. My hands felt sweaty, and my heart pounded. Images of my man laying up with his other woman flashed through my mind. I did not want to face what I might see if I went through with this. It was one thing to suspect Blunt of creeping, but it was quite another to walk up on him doing it. I knew that I would be crushed.
“What are you waiting on? Is this where his bitch lives?” asked Leesha, sounding angrier than me. She got out of the car and stood there with her hands on her hips while beckoning me.
That's all that it took. She was right, I needed to show some backbone. I got out of the car with my game face on. I turned to face her. “I’m about to go and confront these assholes,” I said.
Leesha waved me off. “Fuck that. I got somethin’ for his ass.” She smiled wickedly as she removed her car keys from inside her purse. I instantly understood.
I jingled my own car keys and giggled. “You are a fool, Cuz,” I said.
My eyes had started to feel a tad bit tired, and I felt giggly and happier. The liquor had me buzzing. I was aware that my judgment was becoming impaired because it was totally out of character for me to even think about vandalizing someone's property. Besides, Blunt's car was his pride and joy.
I was surprised that I wasn’t the least bit nervous nor were my hands trembling. I had always conducted myself like a lady, but it seemed to be getting me nothing but a broken heart and dogged on.
Leesha correctly read my apprehension. "Let me show you how to act a damn fool," she piped.
She ran up to Blunt's car and carved Bitch Ass Nigga on the hood. My mouth fell open and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Blunt was going to lose his mind when he saw that. Good, because I was losing mine. I was always told that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.
"Take your key and go to work!" Leesha egged me on.
I went to the passenger door ---- the one Luscious more than likely used ---- and scratched the word whore, pressing down with all my might.
While I did that, Leesha finished decorating the hood then sprinted around to the rear of the car and added a little handiwork to the trunk. When our mission was complete, we both ran back to my car.
I thought to myself, No, I’m not about to let Luscious whorish ass get away that easy. I sprinted over to her Charger and wrote, I suck dick for free on her driver’s side door. I raced back to my vehicle, started the engine, mashed down on the gas as hard as I could, and left there quickly.
On the way back to my place, Leesha turned up the radio. 2 Chainz tune, ‘Different’ pumped out of the speakers. She started bouncing around, waving her hands in the air.
“O.M.G, bitch, that’s my shit!” She began singing along, “I’m different, yeah I’m different…” She tooted her lips up and was getting it in.
While she was acting a fool, my mind went back to what we had just done. It was childish and sooo ghetto, but I had no regrets. I just wished that I could see the look on Blunt's face when he saw what type of things a woman will do when she's fed up. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and my heart felt as if it had been broken into a billion pieces.
Blunt was lucky it was his car that I scratched up instead of his freaking face.
Heated
Blunt
I was sittin’ in a stank ass jail cell where I would have to remain for twenty-four hours before I would be allowed to bond out.
“That’s the policy,” Mika told me during my collect call to her. “They do that to give a man who’s been arrested for domestic violence time to cool off so he won’t get out and go back over there and kill someone,” she explained.
“Them mothafuckas must can read my mind!” I seethed and my chest expanded and deflated wit’ every angry breath I took.
“Just calm down. I’ll come
bond you out as soon as I’m permitted, okay?” Her tone was soothing, but my anger was too hot to be calmed.
As if he knew that I was lookin’ for somebody’s ass to kick off in until I wrapped my my fingers around that bitch Luscious' throat, some muscled bound fool came up and said, “Phone check.”
I ignored the clown wit’ the big chest and li’l biddy ass stick legs and kept talkin’ to Mika. “I swear, Shawdy, when I bond out I’m goin’ straight over to that hoe’s house and snatch that weave outta her hair for this fuck shit.”
"No, baby, don't get yourself into more trouble. She's not worth it," pleaded Mika.
“I said phone check! You must be hard of hearing,” came the voice from behind me.
“Baby Girl, I’ma hit you back. Let me teach this fool some goddamn manners.”
“No, Blunt, don’t be…”
I hung up the phone and turned to face ol' boy wit’ the blown up chest and chicken legs.
“You’sa real disrespectful ass nigga, Homie. I should prob’ly blame that on yo’ mama, but for now I’ma punish you likes it’s yo’ fault,” I growled, then hit his stiff ass wit’ a lightning quick one-two, knockin’ him the fuck down.
“I knew those toothpicks couldn’t hold that ass up,” I taunted.
He scrambled up on those straw legs and tried to rush me, head down. I side-stepped and caught him on the chin wit’ an uppercut, the way big homies in the hood taught me to do as a snot nose. The fool smacked the concrete floor wit’ his face…fight over. I walked back over to the phone and redialed Mika’s number.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Why wouldn’t I be? You ever known yo’ nigga to be otherwise? I just had to teach a fool some manners. I’m good. I’ma just chill til it’s time for you to come bond me out,” I said examining my bruised knuckles.
We ended the call, and I found a seat in the corner and chilled, keepin’ a close eye on the fool I had smashed. I calmed myself by thinkin’ of Mo’. I was gonna have to do better by my girl. All of the drama wit’ Luscious wasn’t even a niggas m.o. Usually I was on chill, but that monkey ass bitch, Luscious, had knocked me off my square with all of her drama. The bitch was showin’ her ass ‘cause she knew I needed her to keep playin’ up under this nigga named Polo who I was tryna touch.
Polo had racks on deck, and I wanted that. Luscious was close to gettin’ the trick to take her out to where he laid his head. From there, it would be a wrap. Now I was thinkin’ that the lick wasn't worth all the trouble Luscious was startin’ to give me. She mighta helped me snatch niggas up, but if her drama caused me to lose Mo’, would the lick be worth a niggas heart? That’s what I had to weigh.
Too Much Drama
Blunt
“Good lookin’ out, Baby Girl,” I said to Mika, thanking her for posting my bond as we walked out of the Fulton County Jail and headed to the parking lot where her silver Honda Accord was parked.
She was carrying our eleven month old son, Antwan, on her hip. I took him from her and carried him across my shoulder, pattin’ his back so that he wouldn’t wake up.
Devin, who Mika was still babysittin’, pulled at my pant leg. “Daddy, why was you in jail?” he questioned me.
“Don’t ask so many questions,” I scolded his nosey butt.
“But I wanna know,” he whined as we all got in the car.
“Devin, your father is not in the mood so maybe you should wait until later to ask him questions.” Mika tried to come to my rescue.
“Shut up. You ain’t my mama. You can’t tell me what to do,” Devin smart-mouthed.
I started to check him, but Mika beat me to it. She glared at him through the rearview mirror as she strapped on her seat belt and shook her head. “Okay, li’l boy, I know I’m not your mother and you should be thankful that I’m not. If I was, I’d tear into your behind real good. Still I’m going to need you to watch your mouth, or I’m going to give you that whooping you should have gotten from your mother."
“You ain’t gon’ do nothin’. My mama will bust you in yo’ face if you touch me,” he shot back.
“Goodness! Blunt, I’m telling you, you better teach that li’l boy some manners or keep him from ‘round me. I’m not letting a four year old talk to me like he’s my man.” She was pissed, and she had every right to be.
I reached over the seat and popped Devin upside the head. “Apologize to her. Right now!”
Devin huffed out somethin’ insincere.
“He’s just a child,” I reminded Mika.
“Well his mama needs her ass kicked for not teaching him to respect grownups,” she said and put the car in gear and pulled off.
While she drove I checked my cell and saw that Mo’ had been blowin’ it up. Damn, I had to think of somethin’ to tell her to excuse why I hadn't answered her calls or came home last night. There was always later for that though.
I had Mika to drive me over to Luscious crib to get my whip. When we pulled up to Luscious’ apartment the sun was just beginning to close its eyes. In the parking lot, my eyes allowed me to see that the punk bitch had keyed some fuck shit on my whip. “I’m ‘bout to fire off on this hoe’s ass fa real now!” I growled. ‘Cause every female should kno’ that you don’t fuck up a niggas money or his ride.
“Baby, don’t let her play you out of pocket again. That’s what she’s trying to do,” Mika gently said, rubbing my arm to keep me calm.
I heard her, but I wasn't listening. I hopped out of the car and banged on Luscious' door. She didn't answer. I realized that her car wasn't in its parking space. The punk bitch was lucky she wasn’t at home, or she would’ve gotten it real good. Now, I had to drive around wit’ that fuck shit keyed on my whip.
"Go on home, shawdy. I’ll hit you later. And thanks again,” I told Mika.
"Okay, baby. Remember what I said, don't let her play you into the penitentiary," she advised once more.
I promised not to, but some promises must be broken.
I was steaming as I drove Devin home to his mama. The heat inside my head went up even more when I got to Chunuchi’s spot and saw my nigga, Fatal’s, lime green Escalade on twenty-four inch rims parked in her drive.
"So, this is how they're doing it?" I spoke to myself.
I was about to make the punishment fit the crime. I reached under my seat and grabbed my Glock ‘cause I was gonna confront Fatal, and I knew he wasn’t pussy. We had hit a few licks together, and he had proven that he’d let that hammer bang.
“C’mon, Devin,” I said to my son. We got out the car and walked up to the door. I rung the bell and waited.
When Chunuchi answered the door, the rat bitch was wearing a tee the size of yarn string and boy shorts that slid right up the slit of her pussy. I pushed right on pass her. Fatal was parlayin’ on the couch burnin’ a blunt.
“Devin, go to yo’ room,” I instructed my son so that he would be out of harm’s way. When he hesitated, I popped him on the arm, and he complied.
“This how you doing it, fam’?” I asked Fatal after easing my strap from my waistline.
“Shawdy say she don’t fuck wit’ you no mo’. So what’s yo’ beef?” he responded and stood to his feet. I could see the print of his banger underneath his tee shirt. I lifted my gaze from his waist to his eyes, and we stared each other down.
“Still, fam’ don’t fuck behind fam’,” I reminded him.
“Nigga, you shoulda thought ‘bout that when you ran up in Mika,” he snarled, unleashing all of the hater inside of him.
Fatal had tried to holla at Mika first, but she straight up told him that she was sweatin’ my swag. When I asked him if he had a problem wit’ me gettin’ at Mika, he was like, “Na, Homie. It’s Gucci.” Now two years later, he was on some bullshit ‘bout it. Ugly ass nigga had been salty on the DL all that time, I realized.
“So that’s what this ‘bout?” I grilled him.
“I don’t owe you no explanation. Check yo’ bitch,” he countered.
; Chunuchi’s dumb ass cried, “I ain’t his bitch no mo’.”
I looked at her and hawked a glob of spit dead in her face. “You damn sho’ not.”
"You nasty fucka!" she hissed as she used the back of her hand to wipe the saliva off her face.
I mushed her head back and said to her and Fatal, “Don’t let what y’all do touch my son or it’s on.”
“I’m a bear. I shit in the woods and wipe my ass wit’ rabbits like you,” Fatal hurled back.
“I hear you gangsta,” I said.
He was a dead man walkin’.
I bounced from there and headed to the crib. On the way home, I pushed Chunuchi and Fatal to the back of my mind for the time being. I practiced the lie I was gonna tell Mo’.
When I got home Mo’s cousin, Leesha’s, vehicle was parked in the driveway. I couldn’t stand that meddling ass country bitch. She needed to take her ass back to Tennessee instead of bringin’ her dramafied ass my way.
With anxiousness, I went inside to face the music. I knew that it would be much louder with Leesha around to pump up the volume in Mo’s head.
As soon as I stepped through the door, there Leesha was sitting on the sofa. Mo was across from her in the high back chair. The tension in the room was thick.
"Hey, Baby Girl," I spoke.
Leesha turned her nose up at me and dramatically pointed to a spot in a corner where all of my gear was piled in a heap.
“Get your shit and get out,” Mo’ snorted. She hadn't even given me the opportunity to lie.
I wanted to ask her to let me explain, but there was no way I would beg in front of her cousin. "Toodles," added Leesha, putting her hating comment in.
I mean mugged her hard enough to melt steel.
“However you want it,” I told Mo’, although inside I was sick.
I’m Losing Out
Blunt
“You sho’ this what you want?” I asked as I stared at Mo’ hoping she’d change her mind.
"It's exactly what she wants," Leesha replied for her.
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