In Love With A Rude Boy, A Top Shotta's Love Story

by Nika Michelle

  “Thank you,” I managed to say.

  “Promise ya keep mi posted. No matter what happened between us… mi care, ya know.”

  Letting out a sigh, I knew that it was time to end the call. “Yeah, okay. I appreciate that, but I’ll have to talk to you later.”

  “Okay, mi understand. Call mi later.”

  I pressed the END button without saying anything else and rushed inside of the hospital before my besties could start with the questions. My phone rang again, but that time, I sent whoever it was straight to voicemail and headed over to my brother, who was talking to the men in suits that I’d just seen. All I cared about was my nephew as I sent up a prayer for him. If he didn’t make it… I didn’t know what I would do.

  Chapter 16

  Omari

  I didn’t feel like going all the way back to Ochi, so I decided to crash at my man’s house. See, Garey was my nigga from another mother. We’d been friends since we attended high school together. If a nigga fucked with him, best believe they had to fuck with me too.

  I knew that he always had my back, so when I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the house, I already knew where I was headed.

  “Yo, boss man, I’m at the door,” I said as I stood outside with the bag of clothes that I grabbed.

  “A’ight, brethren.”

  He opened the door, and I walked in. “Yo, I need to crash for a few days until I find a place.” I threw the bag on the floor and gave him dap.

  “Damn, mi Gena, wha happen between yuh and Angela?”

  “Man, the B trippin’. Some shit popped off in Ochi the other day, and she’s wildin’ out.”

  “Damn, you kno’ you my dawg, but Angela is a good woman, so mi nuh ‘ave nuh idea why yuh treat har like dat.”

  I quickly turned around to face that nigga. I was shocked that he would even say some shit like that to me without even hearing the full story.

  “Wha the fuck you mean, dawg? Wha mek yuh jump to dis conclusion without even knowin’ the situation?” I yelped out in a high pitched tone.

  “Calm down, bro; I mean no harm. I was just saying dat Angela seems like a good woman. We a’ man, and sometimes, we can treat dem a certain way. Yuh my family, so yuh know we riding no matter what. Come on, put yo tings in di room.”

  I was irritated as fuck by his statement, but I needed somewhere to crash. ‘Come tomorrow, I’m goin’ find me somewhere to rass live ‘cause something about this nigga ain’t right.’

  That wasn’t the first time he’d said some off the wall shit. In my opinion, he was always defending Angela. If I didn’t know better, I would think they were fooling around, but I quickly dismissed that idea because that nigga may have still been a virgin. Don’t get me wrong; he kept a gang of bitches around him, but he wasn’t fucking nothing. Definitely not my wife. He already knew how we rolled.

  I quickly dismissed that idea and put my bag in the room. We chatted it up for a little while, and then I bounced.

  The minute I got in my car, my mind quickly jumped on DiDi. I’d been trying to call her, but she wasn’t answering. That’s when it hit me that I could get a Magic Jack account with a Georgia number. I knew that was taking things to the extreme, but shit, I was a desperate man, and if I had to take desperate measures, then so be it. I wasn’t going to give up that easily on Miss DiDi. I knew that if I ever wanted a chance with her, I would have to leave Angela completely and show that I was serious about her. I had no problem doing that. My only thing was my kids. I didn’t feel good leaving them behind. Especially not with their mama screaming about not letting me see them. Angela was only making empty threats because she knew that I would hunt her down and kill her. I didn’t play games when it involved my seeds.

  * * *

  It didn’t take me long to find a two bedroom in Greater Portmore. It wasn’t the big house that I was used to living in, but it was nice. My kids’ bedroom was huge, so they would be comfortable whenever they came to visit their daddy. I smiled as I took a quick glance around the room. The thought of my kids coming to stay with me without their mama made me happy.

  I paid the landlord and got the keys. I was too happy to move out of that nigga’s house also. After that day, I just couldn’t rock with that nigga no more. Then again, he might’ve been avoiding me because he barely came home the entire time that I was there. Either that or he had found him a bitch.

  I wasted no time hiring someone to come in and clean up the new place. After that, I bought furniture. It was my first time having my own place since before I moved in with Angela, and I had to say that it was peaceful. I didn’t have to hear her constant nagging and fussing at a nigga just because she had a mouth.

  As soon as the phone was installed, I grabbed it. I had gotten the Magic Jack installed already. I had a Georgia number, and I could call wherever I wanted in the US for a flat fee that I paid monthly. Also, if DiDi ever decided to call me, she wouldn’t have to get a phone card, and she could just call me directly, without accruing any extra charges.

  I quickly dialed her phone number because I was eager to hear her sexy, Yankee accent. When she answered the phone, she sounded a bit annoyed. I instantly felt like shit that she wasn’t happy to hear from me. I still stayed on the phone and quizzed her about what was going on. She quickly told me that her nephew was hurt, and she was at the hospital. There I was, being selfish, and she was going through a family crisis. I quickly digressed. The phone call lasted less than five minutes, but it made my day. I know we didn’t spend that much time together, but my feelings for her were very strong.

  Angela

  I was feeling more relaxed after visiting the obeah man. I had faith that he would bring my husband back to me. I hoped Omari didn’t think I was just going to walk away from what we’d built. I remember when I picked up his broke ass. Shit, all the bwoy had was a pair of drawers with holes in them and a pair of old, beat up Clarks that were leaning to the side. I didn’t trip though. I still fucked him and upgraded his ass. So, there it is; that bwoy owed me his fucking life.

  I had been getting up early for the last few days. I’d been vomiting and couldn’t keep anything down. I thought I caught a stomach virus, but I quickly dismissed that idea. After the kids left for school, I decided to drop in on my doctor. Maybe he had a better idea of what was going on with me. On my way to the doctor, all sorts of thoughts ran through my head. I hoped I wasn’t pregnant because it had been years since Omari had come inside of me, but that fool, Garey, busted in me the last time we fucked. God knows I didn’t need those problems.

  I parked my car and walked inside of the building. “Good morning. I want to do a walk in for a pregnancy test.”

  “Okay, give me your name. And that will be two thousand dollars to see the doctor.”

  I gave her my info, paid her, and sat nervously in the seat. I glanced over at the two little children sitting in a seat beside me. I swear, I didn’t want any more children, but if it would help me keep my husband, then so be it.

  The doctor came, and I told him about what was going on. He ordered a urine test. I sat there, waiting until my results came back, and it was confirmed that I was almost four weeks pregnant. I thanked them and left the office.

  Well, my greatest fear was confirmed, but I wasn’t sad or anything like that. Matter-of-fact, my future couldn’t have looked brighter. Life had a way of throwing lemons my way, but I planned on using those lemons to make lemonade.

  I pulled out of the parking lot and turned my music up. My mood changed drastically as I rubbed my stomach. I was eager to tell my husband that we were having a baby. I grabbed my cell and called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. My mood quickly changed. Why the fuck did that bwoy have his phone off in the daytime? Shit, anything could’ve been wrong with me or his damn kids. That bwoy was really living foul. I threw the phone on the seat and turned the music up louder. Lady Saw’s Wife A Wife lyrics were pounding through my speakers. I rocked to the beat and let the lyrics serenade my b
rain.

  When I got back home, I decided to clean up and wash some clothes. Lately, I hadn’t been doing much of anything. I opened up the grill and turned the music up loud. I wanted the place to be clean when my husband decided to come home.

  “What will take my love to show you

  Am still in love with you

  What will take my love to show you

  How much my love is true

  Feeling she gave to me, makes me feel so brand new.

  Love you forever eav, there is no other like you

  Baby, I know I hurt you twice,

  Promise I'll never hurt you no more.

  Although I know it’s not nice,

  Promise I will never go back through that door.

  Although you got your choice, please make sure the verses are cure.

  I’ll make my sacrifice, only you, no one before!”

  Jah Cure’s voice blasted through the surround sound system. I was feeling that song so much, so I replayed it a few times. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because I couldn’t stop the tears from falling like Dunn’s River Falls.

  I was so caught up in my feelings that I was startled when he walked through the door. I quickly dried my tears and smiled. Damn, I guess the obeah had started to take effect, and my man was home for good.

  “Yo, Angela, you a’ight?”

  “Yes, mi fine now dat yuh here.” I walked toward him to give him a welcome home hug.

  “Man, wha yuh doing?” He grabbed my hands and shoved me away.

  My first instinct was to slap his ass, but I knew that wouldn’t help the situation right now. I had to humble myself until I got that nigga right where I wanted him to be.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked in a soft tone.

  “Angela, please, we need to talk. Mi movin’ out, and mi want shared custody of di kids.”

  I blinked twice and searched my mind. I wondered if I heard that nigga right. I looked at him, trying to get confirmation.

  “What did you just say?”

  “Listen, B, mi know it’s hard for you, but mi tired of living like dis. It’s been years dat mi ‘aven’t been happy. I try to stay around for di kids because mi no have no father around when I was growing up. But mi can’t do it anymore.”

  “Yuh piece of ungrateful bitch! Mi picked yuh up when yuh nuh ‘ve nothin’. Mi helped yuh to be weh yuh deh today, and here yuh are, tellin’ me yuh want a divorce? How can yuh do dis? Our vows said fa betta or worse,” I cried out.

  My chest tightened as I gripped it. I was hurting inside and had no idea how to stop it.

  “Mi sorry, B. Mi never tought we would end up like dis, but we can’t go on living in dis unhappiness. Mi just know it’s best for us to get a divorce and still raise the children.”

  “Mi love yuh; please don’t do this. Mi swear, mi give you anything yuh want; please don’t leave us. Mi know that Yankee gyal got into yuh head. But baby, dat bitch can’t love yuh like mi.” I dropped to my knees and grabbed his leg.

  “Angela, get up and stop behaving like dat. Dis has nothin’ to do with no other woman. All we do is argue and fight; yuh kno’ dis been goin’ on for years now. Mi will never stop loving yuh, but mi not in love with yuh.”

  I used all my might to stand up. I wanted to face this old wicked ass bwoy, with his old ungrateful ass.

  “What di fuck yuh saying to me? You owe mi. Matter-of-fact, yuh owe mi yuh fucking life. I took yuh up dutty bwoy and mad yuh into somebody. I did, Omari, not dat dutty gyal a foreign,” I spat.

  “Yo, B, I’ma mek all dis slide, ‘cause yuh hurting, and again, mi sorry it turn out like dis.”

  “Omari, yuh can’t go. Mi found out earlier mi was pregnant. I’m having ya child.” I was desperate.

  “Wha the bumboclaat you just sey?” He looked at me with a serious expression.

  “Yuh hear mi right. Mi go a di doctor today and find out sey mi a breed. Si di paper ya.” I walked into my room, grabbed the test result, and threw it at him.

  He grabbed the paper and stared at it. I wished I had my phone so I could’ve taken a picture of him. His facial expression was priceless.

  “Dis can’t be…” he paused. “Ain’t no way. It’s been years that I don’t cum inside of yuh. So how yuh a tell me yuh pregnant?”

  “Wha di pussyclaat you saying? Yuh is di only man mi fucking, suh mi know if mi a breed, it’s your pickney!” I shouted at him.

  “Angela, calm down. Mi nah sey a nuh my pickney, I just don’t how it’s possible.”

  “Yuh is di only man I sleep wit’ since we got together.”

  “Angela, mi nuh really wah nuh more pickney. So find out how much for yuh to get an abortion, and I’ll pay for it, B.”

  Shocked would be an understatement! Did my husband just tell his wife to kill his unborn child? This wasn’t the Omari that I was used to. I couldn’t believe that bitch’s pussy had him like that, or was it the fact that she sucked his wood? My chest was burning, and I stood there with my mouth open.

  “Om….ar.” I tried to speak, but I couldn’t get the words out. Instead, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I tried to search his eyes for a little bit of warmness, but I saw none. He seemed distant, like his body was there, but his mind was not present.

  “Yuh know what, Omari? Fuck yuh and dat dutty gyal. Mi nuh need yuh at all. And when dat bitch leave yuh, nuh pussyclaat look my way. Get outta mi house!” I screamed from the bottom of my soul.

  “Mi need fi get mi clothes, B.”

  “What clothes? The ones wey mi buy? Even the drawers on yo ass a mi buy it. You don’t ‘ave shit in here. Get outta mi pussyclaat house, dutty bwoy!” I leapt toward him.

  He grabbed me, shoved me to the side, and ran out the door. I ran to the door, but I was too late. He jumped in his car and took off.

  “Noooooooooooooo!” I fell to my knees, crying, as a sharp pain ripped through my chest. I grabbed my stomach. How could he just walk away from me and his child like that? I cried out more, thinking there had to be a way to pay my husband back for all the pain he had put me through.

  Chapter 17

  Kadijah

  Two days had passed since my little man, Cam, got shot because of his parents’ reckless ass lifestyle. I swear, if he survived, I thought about seeking full custody of him. Of course, I didn’t want to put my own brother out there because he was already in a lot of heat. However, he wasn’t the priority at the moment.

  Cam had been stabilized, but his condition was still considered critical. At that point, it was touch and go, and we didn’t even know if he would survive. He was only three years old, and his delicate little body couldn’t take that bullet wound. It had split his small intestines and damaged his spleen. The surgery had taken hours, but thank God he was still breathing, and his teeny heart was still beating.

  “How’s Cam?” Tamia asked over the phone.

  She was getting ready for date night with her fiancée. I guess she was just calling to check up on me, and I appreciated it. The thing was, I didn’t really feel like talking. I’d had my interview at Pappadeaux and didn’t really feel good about it. It was like I was letting everything that was going on affect me.

  “It’s still critical, but he’s stable right now. At this point, we don’t know what’s going to happen. Like Ma said, we gotta have faith that God will pull him though this. I just hope my brother learns his lesson. Shit, and that bitch Imani is the worst.” If only they would’ve let me put my hands on her ass.

  “I don’t know why he doesn’t see her for what she is,” Tamia said and then sighed. “Should I wear pumps or sandals?”

  “Sandals, bitch. Men love feet.” I laughed. “Well, that is if your toes are done.”

  “Bih, you already know how I do. Ain’t no scalawag over here. I keep it tight and right,” she told me with a giggle.

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Your fly matches my fly.”

  We shared a moment of comradery and then reality set in again. What if my n
ephew didn’t make it? I’d kill that bitch, Imani. Something told me that shit was all her fault. Nothing had ever gone down like that before, and it was mighty funny that it happened when she wasn’t there. How convenient?

  “Well, boo, let me go hop in the shower. Hit me up tomorrow. K?”

  “Of course. Oh, hold up. You talked to Cole?” I hadn’t talked to her all day.

  “Yeah, she said she had a migraine, and she was going to bed. She said she called you, but it went straight to voicemail. I think you were at the hospital then.”

  “Oh, okay. I was.” I rubbed my temples because it felt like I was getting a headache my damn self. “I’ll leave her alone then.”

  “Girl, you know I gotta ask before I go ‘cause you keep on avoiding the subject.”

  I rolled my eyes because I knew that the questions were coming about Omari or maybe Daryn. I hadn’t talked to Omari since the last time he’d called, and I damn sure wasn’t trying to talk to Daryn. He was blocked, and he wasn’t crazy enough to pop up at my crib again after I threatened to get my brother to fuck him up.

  “What?” I went ahead and asked her anyway.

  “What’s going on with you and Omari?”

  “Nothing. He’s all the way in Jamaica, and I’m here. Oh, and must I remind you that he is married?” I was so annoyed, but I was trying my best not to show it.

  “What about Daryn?”

  “Girl, you know ain’t shit goin’ on with that. Look, get ready for your dinner date with your man. I’m good. There’s a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon in the fridge with my name on it. I’m gonna get my sip on and then get some sleep.”

  “Okay,” she said in a skeptical voice. “I’m sorry if I’m meddling, but you’re my friend, and I care about you. Because of that, I’m going to give you a little advice.”

  Oh boy. It was time to pour that glass of wine, so I headed to the kitchen.

  “Go ahead with your advice, Mia.”

  I opened the refrigerator, pulled the cork out of the wine bottle, and filled up a wine glass. Before even walking away from the counter, I took a huge sip. Mmm, that shit was good. As she continued, I put the bottle away and sipped as I stood there.