I dialed Blunt’s number in a tizzy. I was so hot under the collar, my hands shook.
Devin answered the phone. “Let me speak to your daddy.”
“My daddy outside arguing with my mama,” he reported innocently.
“Oh, really?” I was about to blow my top.
“Yep, who is this, Mika?” he guessed incorrectly.
“No, this is Mo’. Why is your daddy arguing with Chunuchi?” I questioned him.
“Cause I told my daddy that my mama was letting a man put his wiener in her bootyhole. Now they outside cussing and fussing.”
“That’s enough, Devin.” I cut him off.
What had come out of his mouth was downright disgusting.
“You want me to take the phone to my daddy?” he asked.
“No, in fact, don’t even tell him that I called. Goodbye.”
I hung up and sat there wondering if Blunt was arguing with Chunuchi because of the filthy things she had let their son see her doing or if his anger was actually jealousy in disguise.
The more I thought about it, the madder I got. It was time for me to take my anger out on one of Blunt’s baby’s mamas.
The Last Straw
Molaysia
Luscious won the prize.
What she did was the ultimate form of disrespect. Then she had the audacity to call me up and gloat about it! Really? As Cuz might say, where they do that?
Right before I walked out of the door in a pair of black True Religion skinny-legged jeans, a black and white baby tee, and a pair of all white Adidas --- my kick me some ass gear --- Leesha called.
I told her the business.
“Oh hell nawl, I’ll be there in ‘bout fifteen minutes. Don't go nowhere without me,” she said.
Leesha had been to jail twice for stabbing a chick at a club and for property damage. She set her ex-boyfriend’s car on fire in the early 2000’s. That girl was a fool for real.
“There’s no way in the hell I’ma let you go over there by yo’ self,” she adamantly stated. “I’m on my way.”
We hung up, and I waited for her arrival.
About twenty minutes passed, my stomach was quivering from tension. I stretched across my bed sideways with a hundred thoughts running through my head. I suddenly heard a loud car horn honking outside. I shook my head and leaped from the bed, grabbed my keys from my nightstand, and headed to the front door. Leesha’s twins met me at the door with a handful of bags.
“Hey, Auntie Mo’,” they greeted in unison.
“Hi.” I rushed passed them and hopped in the car with their mom.
Leesha was sitting behind the wheel ready to go get it popping.
Yo’ Gotti’s tune ‘Go Girl’ bumped from her system as we flew to our destination. Leesha talked trash about Blunt all the way there. She called him everything but a child of God. I didn’t bother telling her that Blunt and I had made up.
I looked down at the speedometer and saw that Cuz was pushing ninety miles per hour. She only slowed a bit when we got off the interstate. She zoomed down the street, our hair blowing in the wind. When she turned into the apartment complex on two wheels, my head hit the passenger side window, but I felt no pain because I was in Angry Black Woman mode.
To my surprise, Luscious was standing in her doorway with some goofy looking bright skinned man when we pulled up. He kissed her on her cheek before strolling to his ride and pulling off.
Luscious waved goodbye to him and looked up and down the street. Three dusty fiends shuffled by staring inside the vehicle at me and Leesha. “Y'all better push the hell on,” she gritted her teeth at them and they kept it moving.
“That's that nasty skank right there,” I pointed up on the porch at Luscious while unfastening my seatbelt with my other hand.
“Go check that hoe,” Leesha gassed me up. She put her car in park and murdered the engine. “And you better beat her ass, Mo.”
I got out of the car and started toward her. Her facial expression told me that she knew exactly who I was. She stepped out of the doorway to confront me.
“You gotta be stupid to bring yo’ ass to my crib. You already done keyed my shit up, and I’ma make sure I tell Blunt that you keyed his up, too.” She made a fist and stood staring at me.
“Steal on that bitch! We didn’t come to this mothafucka to talk,” my cousin yelled from the car. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her getting out of the car kicking her shoes off.
I turned back to Luscious and her fist connected with my right eye. I stumbled back from the power behind the blow. The hood rat had a punch like a man, but I was not to be deterred. I had come for a piece of that ass, and I wasn't leaving without it.
In my eagerness to go in her jaw, I swung so hard that I missed her completely and fell to the ground. Luscious kicked me in the side.
“Oh, you got me messed up. I’m about to beat yo’ ass like it's a fuckin’ drum stick,” Leesha screamed, running towards us in my defense.
I looked up and all I saw was Cuz hammering Luscious with both fists. Luscious was matching her blow for blow until Leesha snatched her by her long weave, wrapped it around her hand, and pulled her down to the ground.
I got up and jumped in.
Leesha moved out of the way and told me to handle my business.
I had a slight height and reach advantage over Luscious, but the heifer was strong as heck. We traded punches and tussled in the front yard like two wildcats.
Somehow she slung me to the ground and was able to get on top of me. “Flip her!” shouted Leesha.
I arched my back and swung my hips at the same time, tossing Luscious off of me. Then I scrambled on top of her and pounded her in the face as hard as I could. She wiggled her way from under me, grabbed me by the throat, and had me down trying to choke the life out of me.
I felt her body weight fall off me all of a sudden. I gazed upward and saw Leesha with a crowbar in her hand hitting Luscious in the back with it. I hopped to my feet and snatched the object from Leesha.
“Girl, don’t kill her. Let’s just leave. I didn’t come over here for this. This will land both of us a seat in the county jail.”
“Fuck that, this bitch don't know who she's fucking with!” Cuz was huffing and puffing.
An older woman came charging out of the apartment next door, threatening to call the police. That got our attention.
“Cuz, I think we better get in the wind,” Leesha said. “You’re lucky, bitch,” she hurled at Luscious, then we hurried away from there.
After the whooping Leesha put on Luscious, I knew Luscious wouldn’t come to my place again. If it had not been for my cousin, I probably would have been the one laid out because that thang had some power behind those licks she was swinging. I rubbed my head and thanked Leesha for coming to my rescue.
“Girl, you kno’ I got yo’ back,” she said.
I was shocked at the way I was acting and the confusion I was being drawn into. I had never attacked anyone before in my life. I didn’t even indulge in that type of behavior. I would have to make some serious choices before I was confined in a cell over some man that wasn’t even worth it.
Enough Is Enough
Blunt
My eyes saw nothin’ but red as I headed back to Chunuchi’s place. I was ready to put my foot in that bitch’s ass and body Fatal for them fuckin’ all out in the open where Devin could see them. I busted the block and did a hunnid miles per hour headed back to that punk ass bitch's house.
I slammed on brakes and threw the car in park outside her door. I tossed my cell phone on the dashboard, grabbed my banger from under the front seat, and told Devin, "Stay right here!"
I was out the car and at Chunuchi's door in a few long strides. The vein in my temple threatened to pop as I banged on the door like I was the mothafuckin’ Feds.
“What you want?" asked Chunuchi through the door. She sounded like I was disturbing her trifling ass or something.
“Bitch, open the door.”
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nbsp; “For what?” I’m busy up in here and you don’t regulate nothin’, Boo Boo.”
“You a nasty hoe,” I snapped.
“Nigga, don’t come to my house with no bullshit. I’m tryna get my pussy licked and you’re blockin’.”
“Blockin’? Bitch I don’t give a fuck what you do wit’ yo’ funky ass pussy! Just don’t be fuckin’ round my son,” I said.
I regretted ever planting a seed in her punk ass. She was nothin' but a cum bucket when I met her and hadn't nothin' changed.
“How am I fuckin’ in front of Devin? He’s with you,” Chunuchi replied.
I repeated what my seed had told me.
“Nigga, you sound stupid as hell.” She giggled like the shit was funny. “Wasn’t nobody dickin’ me in my ass, I don’t get down like that. Hmmph. It hurt a bitch to go to the bathroom. So trust, I wasn’t takin’ it up the ass. Since you all up in my business, I was getting it doggie style, and he was all up in it way better than you ever hit it.”
“Who gives a flyin’ fuck? You and that nigga better keep that shit outta my son’s face or I’ma come see both of y’all,” I warned.
“Boy, you ain’t no big bad wolf. Anyway, while Devin was spying on me, he was supposed to be in bed. I’m gonna whoop his ass when you bring him back home. I’ma teach his li’l black ass ‘bout runnin’ and tellin’ you my business.”
The hoe’s mouth was getting real wreckless. “I’m not bringin’ him back home. You’re an unfit mother.”
Chunuchi popped her dick suckin’ lips. “Oh, do you think that would hurt me? You can have his grown ass. Bye, get away from my door. I raised my banger, finna blast through the door and wet that punk hoe up. Then I thought. Why would I let her and Fatal play me back into the penitentiary?
As hard as it was for a nigga like me to walk away without blood being spilled, I regained my composure and decided to bid my time. There was a better way to go about it and the results for Chunuchi and Fatal should be the same.
I put my strap back on my waist and walked back to the car. I slid behind the wheel and pushed on to Mika’s to get my son Antwan.
“Daddy, that broad Mo' called you,” said Devin. He held my phone in his hands, strolling through it.
I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at his li'l grown ass, calling Mo' a broad. “Boy, gimme my phone,” I said, taking it from him and rubbing his head affectionately.
“You wanna go get Antwan?” I asked him.
“I 'on care. It's up to you, I'm doing me,” he replied. I cracked the fuck up; my li'l man was off the meat rack.
On the way over to Mika's, I got a call from Mo’, and she started her bullshit.
“Blunt, I cannot believe you would be so trifling as to have another woman in my house, and a slum ass bitch at that!”
I instantly knew what she was referring to because Luscious was the only bitch that I had ever taken over there. That was a bad move on my part, I now realized.
“Mo' . . .”
“Save it, Blunt! Just come and get the rest of your shit. Better yet, stay wherever the hell you are because you won’t have anything to come and get when I’m done. I’m going to make a bonfire out of your shit.”
“Baby, please calm down and hear me out,” I pleaded.
“Hear you out?” I could hear her sniffling. “Man, you bought a pigeon in my house to fuck her, and you have the audacity to ask me to let you explain? How dumb do you think I am?”
“Mo’, I’ll be home in a lil while. We’ll talk.” I was overwhelmed with the bullshit.
“Asshole, if you show up here, I’ll be sending you to the mortuary tonight,” she seethed.
I overheard Leesha in the background cheerleading. “Tell ‘em, Cuz, ‘cause he ain’t shit!”
“Tell that bitch to shut the fuck up,” I roared.
My phone beeped alerting me that I had an incoming call. I was able to answer it because Mo had hung up on me.
“What the fuck do you want?” I barked at Luscious and pressed down on the accelerator after the light turned green.
“I want you to check your floozy for coming to my house with some chick and showing her ass. I thought she was high class?”
“Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I don't have time to play no guessing games so spit it out or get off my line,” I growled.
Luscious went on to tell me what happened. I slowly turned into Mika’s driveway and hopped out of my whip. I walked up to the door and knocked twice.
“How did she find out that I had you over to the house?” I questioned Luscious as I waited for Mika to open the door.
Luscious got quiet, which meant that the hoe was formulating a lie. Mika opened the door and greeted me with a smile. She was my calm amidst any storm that came through. She gave me a kiss on the lips and I flopped down on her living room sofa with the phone still up to my ear.
Luscious dummied up. “You had to tell her ‘cause I damn sho’ didn’t.”
“I didn’t tell her shit,” I said as low as possible to keep Mika from hearing how grimey I could be. “Sounds like she beat yo’ ass,” I added.
Ha! In her sedity dreams. I put a good ghetto beat down on that hoe,” she claimed.
“I just bet you did.”
“And Baby, Mo’ was the one who keyed your car,” she added.
“Na, she wouldn’t do---” I stopped in mid sentence because yes Mo’ would key my car if she’d burn my clothes.
“That bitch got you fooled,” Luscious said.
“No, she don't. I believe you. Anyway, what else is shaking?”
“Oh, Daddy, I got some good news for you. Polo was over here when your girl came through showing out. Afterwards, I told him that I needed to get away from here for a few days. He invited me to his house for the weekend.”
My ears perked up and a smile came across my face. We had been trying for months to find out where Polo rested at.
“Did I do good?” Luscious asked.
“Yeah, Shawdy,” I said, grinning as I imagined what was inside of Polo’s safe,
“Now can I see you? You’ve had me on a dick diet long enough. My nana miss you.”
“Yeah, I’ll come through later on.” When I ended the call, I looked over at Mika and she rolled her eyes at me.
“Bae, you’re getting sloppy. Tighten up your game,” she advised.
I mean mugged her. “Don’t you start trippin’ on me, too.”
“Bitch talks too much,” Li’l Devin chimed in from the sofa and put his foot up on the couch.
Me and Mika’s mouths flew open at the same time. “Okay, Li’l Boy, I’m about to whoop your ass for that. Enough is enough.” She snatched him from his seat by one arm.
“Get off of me,” he cried, expecting me to come to his rescue. But that was one ass whoopin’ my son was gonna have to wear because while his behind was on fire, so were my clothes.
A text from Mo’ read: Just set a match to a pile of your gear…
I did jet time over to her crib and left Devin screaming for me to save him from Mika.
Loose Lips Sink Ships
Molaysia
I stood in the backyard watching the red and yellow flames slowly turn a pile of Blunt’s clothes into ashes. As the hot flames went upward, I stood there recalling all the shit I had put up with.
Leesha and the twins had gone back early to Memphis, because of an emergency. Now my only company was the anger that swelled within. I heard a car door slam in the driveway. A few seconds later, Blunt came flying around the corner of the house. He stormed up to me with eyes as red as the fire at my feet.
“Mo' have you lost your damn mind? Why the fuck are you burning up my shit?” he growled like an angry bear.
“Because you are nothin’ but a no good dog! You lowdown, black bastard! You should thank God that it's your clothes burning and not your ass. Why would you screw your bitch in my house, Blunt? You dirty, cheating bastard!” I attacked him with flailing arms.
“Mo, chill the fuck out!”
he barked, pinning my arms to my sides.
“Let go of me!” I cried.
He released me and stormed into the house. I was right on his heels. “I hope yo’ crazy ass ain’t burned up all my stuff!” he gritted as he ran to the bedroom to check the closet.
“Nope, the rest is in the bathroom, mothafucka,” I said.
Blunt was taken aback by my foul language, but it was he that had pushed me beyond the limit. He stared at me with disbelief on his face.
“What? You like your foul-mouthed hoes in the streets but not at home?” I spat, bumping up against him with my chest. I was ready to throw down.
“Get your li'l ass out the way.” He easily brushed me aside.
He made his way in the bathroom and found his belongings stacked up in the Jacuzzi. He whirled around scowling, “You poured bleach on my shit?”
I glanced down and saw his jeans had huge white spots all over them. His polo shirts had big holes and bleach stains on them. I used my best pair of scissors to design those bad boys.
“You brought another woman into my house and think I’m supposed to just shake that shit off like it never happened?” I cried.
“You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.”
“Oh no? Follow me.” I grabbed the front of his shirt and drug his lying ass into the guest room where he had laid up with his bitch in my house.
On the floor beside the bed were his bitch’s crusty panties and bra. I bent over, picked them up, and mushed them in Blunt's face. “Explain to me how Luscious stank drawers got under my bed.” Fire shot out of my eyes.
“I don’t kno’ who's shit that is. I ain’t had Luscious or nan other bitch in here,” he persisted.
“Blunt you lie so much it comes easily to you. You're pitiful!” I jabbed my finger in his face and stormed out the room.
Blunt ran up, grabbed me from behind, and roughly spun me around to face him.
“Mo’, you’re buggin’ for nothing. How the fuck you figure those belong to Luscious? Shawdy, you’re trippin' those probably belong to your cousin,” he refuted.
“Boy, you sound so damn stupid. You need to train your jumpoff not to run and tell. That slimy maggot doesn’t know how to keep her mouth closed. She texted me and told it all. Oh, you have really messed up this time.”
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