Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story

by Dior, London

  I swear this heffa was so fake. She trying to act all concerned when she had them riding around together like the perfect couple in Atlanta while Jabari was locked up. She knew that they were fucking around. She wasn’t fooling me. She thought that we were getting close since she moved back to Detroit and I was the only friend that she had other than her mom, but I couldn’t stand her, and only tolerated her because she was my cousin.

  “Yeah, so that means you’re going to help me get rid of that girl, right? I need your help.” I asked.

  Selena shook her head. “I don’t know Sasha. I’m too pregnant to be helping anybody do anything, and you’ve been with Wise for too long. He’ll come around, especially if you’re having his child. How far along are you?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t been to the doctor yet. I just took an at-home pregnancy test, and it came back positive.”

  Wise was the only man that I had unprotected sex with, both Jabari and Keem strapped up every time, so I knew that however far along that I was, it was Wise’s baby. I only told Jabari that it was his because he would flip out if he found out that I was still having occasional sex with Wise. His ass was so controlling.

  My phone rang with a call from Keem. I answered it immediately.

  “Hey babe. What’s up.”

  “Shit, what you know about that Carter cat?” He sounded sour as hell. Instantly, I knew that something had transpired, so I excused myself and finished the call in the bathroom.

  “Not much, why? Wise never really brought me around his family like that. He’s so private with his stuff.”

  “Because I’m gone put a slug in his head, that’s why. And, do you still have access to Wise’s crib? Jabari and I are supposed to meet up in a couple of hours. I have the perfect plan, are you still down with me?”

  I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “You know it.” I lied.

  “Ok, after I run it by Jabari, I’m going to need you to unlock the house for us, we’re going to plant a few bricks in there, then I’m gone put in an anonymous call to them boys. Jabari’s talking that crazy shit. I don’t want to see my mans dead, so that will work out for everyone. We’ll be able to do us for real.”

  I smiled a devilish grin, agreeing with everything that he said. As soon as I hung up, I was going to call Wise and hit him with the info. He wouldn’t have no choice but to see my loyalty, and I would step in to get my man back. Both Keem and Jabari were doing too much. I wasn’t going to help them get my man locked up!

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Wise

  That slime-ball ass nigga, Keem, is lucky that he got up out of dodge before I got a chance to get at him. With the way I was feeling, I would have shot his ass up in the club and caught a murder charge. I couldn’t believe that he was plotting on a nigga. We was partners, getting money together. I had always been straight up with that cat. Some shit just wasn’t for me to figure out and I wasn’t about to sit up and cry over spilled milk.

  After reading over those text messages, my whole mood was shot, however, Carter and Adonnis wasn’t ready yet. Carter called himself mingling with my people, trying to get a feel of everyone. So far, he has been on point, so I wasn’t complaining. I must have been losing my touch. It ain’t no way that I should have had so many snakes in my grass and ain’t seen them ma’fuckas slithering.

  Carter finally came back to the table and tapped me on the shoulder, “Ayye bro, I’m ready to get up out of here. We gone get us a couple of rooms. Adonnis done found him one of these hoes, and I just want to chill out. I know you and Milan want y’all privacy.”

  I nodded knowingly, “In other words, y’all niggas got a couple of freaks on deck and y’all trying to cut something.”

  Carter chuckled. “Nah, I ain’t thinking about these hoes. Adonnis can do what he do, then send the broad on her way. We still got to meet up with that fuck boy in a few hours. Oh, let me stop talking about yo’ help.” Carter thought that shit was so funny. He always thought that he knew it all. I hated that most of the time he was right.

  “Fuck you!” I shot, giving him the middle finger. “On my life, I bet you I handle his weak ass.”

  “I bet you do. I never said you was a soft nigga, that ain’t in our D.N.A. You just need to take yo’ blinders off, lil’ bro. This a fucked up world we live in, so you need to be on yo’ shit.”

  I nodded, agreeing with him as I threw back my shot of Ciroc. Then I stood to leave. Before exiting, I said my goodbyes to my crew, then made my way out the door.

  We all piled up in my truck and I dropped them off to my other car, then headed to Milan’s crib to chill with her until it was time to meet up with Keem. He was in for some shit. I wasn’t about to let him get off too easy. I was going to torture his punk ass.

  I chose to ride in silence. I had so much shit on my mind that I almost didn’t hear my phone ringing. I pulled it out and answered without looking at the screen.

  “Wise, I need to talk to you.” Sasha’s voice sang into the phone, causing me to get an instant attitude.

  “Nah, we ain’t got shit to talk about.” I don’t know why I didn’t hang up. A part of me was wondering what lie she was about to tell me. If she was fucking Jabari’s broke ass, she was probably fucking the pizza guy and the mail man too.

  “Will you just listen to me! I know you’re acting funny because of that Milan broad, but it’s important. Keem and Jabari are plotting against you. They tried to get me to go along with them, but I love you too much to see anything happen to you. Please be careful.”

  This bitch put on a whole academy award deserving speech. She didn’t give a fuck about me. That’s why she was fucking Jabari behind my back. I decided to play the game with her, like I didn’t know what was up.

  “Oh really? Damn, so I wonder what made them comfortable enough to come to you with that bullshit out of all people in the world.”

  “That’s what I don’t understand. My loyalty has always been to you, even when you didn’t deserve it.”

  Damn I wanted to put this slut on blast, but I couldn’t call her on her bullshit without telling on myself. That just reminded me. I needed to get rid of that ma’fucka’s phone a.s.a.p, before I got caught up on some bullshit. That was enough evidence to lock my ass under the cell if they found Jabari’s body.

  “Look, I got to go.” I told her, hanging up. Talking to her was pointless. I already knew what was up. I guess her attempt to warn me was alright, but it was a wrap on her ass. I lost all respect when I found out she was lowering her standards to fuck with broke ass Jabari. You wasn’t supposed to downgrade. I would have respected her more if she chose to fuck with Keem.

  I pulled into Milan’s driveway and made my way inside, I found her sitting on the couch with her hand to her mouth, and her eyes glued to the TV. The news was broadcasting live from the scene where Jabari’s body was dumped. A part of me got to feeling some type of way. Carter’s cleanup crew was supposed to have made that nigga disappear for good. They wasn’t supposed to find him that quick.

  I turned the TV off, knowing that Milan didn’t need to watch that. Then I hit Carter up. I knew that news probably traveled quick as hell of Jabari’s death. Keem probably knew it was a set up, so plans had definitely changed.

  “Fuck, I got it bro,” Carter sighed into the phone after turning to the channel 7 news like I asked him to do. I didn’t even have to say what was up. We hung up and I tossed my phone on the couch next to me.

  Just as quick as I sat down, I hopped back up. I had to get rid of that phone a.s.a.p. It would be just my luck that they had a tracker on it or some shit. Just the thought had me taking the phone apart. I took the battery and sim card out, then headed right back out to toss it in the first dumpster that I saw.

  The reporter announced that they didn’t have any leads, but I knew that we had to make sure that we were on our shit. On the way back to Milan’s house, Keem crossed my mind. This shit was crazy as fuck. I was about to do like Carter and get t
he fuck out of the way. I was tired of living the fast life. I just wanted to chill out and enjoy my family. Milan and the kids were all that I needed. I had saved up enough money over the years to get a business or some shit, and be straight.

  My phone beeped as soon as I pulled into the driveway. It was Keem. I started not to answer, but I needed to know what his punk ass had to say.

  “You did that shit, didn’t you?” He spoke into the phone as soon as I answered. My face screwed all the way up. I wanted to tell him fuck him, but I played it cool. I didn’t want him to know that we were on to his snake ass.

  “Did what?” I played dumb.

  “That nigga Jabari. They found his body over on Dexter. You and your brother did that shit didn’t y’all?” The way he was asking questions over the phone made him sound like the fucking FEDS.

  “I don’t got shit to do with that. But, you talkin’ real reckless over the phone.” My voice was grim. Damn, it was taking everything in me to hold a conversation.

  “My bad. But, what’s up with your brother man? He got a problem with me or something?”

  “Fuck that. Let me ask you something… I keep it 100 with you right?” I asked, making it inside of the house.

  “Yea… yeah. And I keep it 100 with you too. What’s up?” The nigga sounded like he was lying. I shook my head.

  “I just wanted to know. But, I’m gone hit you back in a few. We still need to link up. I got a few plays that I need to run by you.” After he agreed, I hung up. I didn’t know what to think about his punk ass anymore. All I knew was that he had to go.

  Milan was still sitting in the same spot on the couch when I made it to the living room. She had this look on her face. I couldn’t exactly say that her expression was sadness, or if it was anger, or what. It was a sort of distant look with a soft frown.

  I plopped down on the couch, scooping her into my arms. “You okay, baby?” I asked, squeezing her tight, pecking her forehead.

  She sighed. “Yeah, I’m ok.” She answered barely above a whisper. I studied her face, not saying anything. She added, “Really, I’m fine Wise. I was shocked. I was even hurt, but it had to happen. I’m ok.” A piece of a smile formed on her face.

  I knew that she wasn’t good. I couldn’t take her history with that lame ass nigga away. But, I appreciated her for trying to be strong. “You know it’s okay to cry though, Milan. I want you to get that shit out. Because, from this day forward, it’s all about me and you. I want us to move on from all the bullshit and do us. You been my heart since we was teenagers.” I smiled, reminiscing. “You remember the first time yo’ old bird caught me in yo’ room? She was mad as fuck.”

  Milan chuckled. “Yeah, I told yo’ ass to climb out of the window. All I needed was for here to tell my dad, and things would’ve been all bad.”

  I kissed my teeth, giving her the screw face. “I wasn’t about to hop my big ass out no window. She was just gone catch me. I didn’t give a fuck.”

  “You never gave a fuck about anything. Wise was gone do him. I think you just wanted her to put me out so that I could move with you.” She sneered, playfully rolling her eyes.

  It was my turn to smile. “Yeah, yo’ young ass was my baby back then.”

  “No I wasn’t. Then why you didn’t want nobody to know that we was kicking it. And why you couldn’t be faithful to me? Huh?” Her eyes saddened a bit, as she looked up at me. “I just wanted you to do right. We would have never gone through all of this bullshit. Hell, we would have probably been married with six lil’ baby Wise’s by now.”

  “Stop playing, you knew you was my baby. I was really wildin’ out back then, man. I didn’t want nobody to know who my girl was because I didn’t want nobody to come for you, trying to get back at me.” I explained truthfully. We were wild as hell. I had gotten with her a couple of years before Carter had moved to Atlanta. Milan was my first love. We was hot in the ass teenagers, sneaking around doing grown shit.

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes again. “I love you Wise, and I just want to move on and be happy. I want a new start. Let’s take the kids and move to Atlanta with Carter.”

  I took a second to think about it. Atlanta didn’t sound too bad. I had a few loose ends to tie up before we left, however, I was definitely down for the change.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Carter

  I sat in my hotel room alone, thinking about the shit that I done got myself into. Detroit brought out a side of me that I thought I buried a long time ago. I was now starting to remember why I left. I had come too far to end up in somebody’s jail or a graveyard over some bullshit. But then again, Wise was my heart, so I’d die for that lil’ nigga.

  I heard a knock at the door, interrupting my thoughts. I knew that it was Adonnis. I told him that I needed to talk to him asap. We flew his people in from Atlanta and they were supposed to handle shit. That’s where I fucked up. I made it my business to do my dirt on my own, but I’ll admit, I was slipping.

  I opened the door for Adonnis and sat in the chair by the window. “Man, you know yo’ people fucked up, right?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “How the fuck they find that nigga body so quick?”

  Adonnis gave me the screw face. “Man, is that what the fuck you made me get up out some pussy for? They was supposed to find the body because I told them not to hide it!”

  Now I was looking at him sideways. If he was on some bullshit, I had no problem sending a slug right to his head. I fucked with Adonnis, but I fucked with myself more. I didn’t completely trust no nigga.

  “What the fuck you mean you told them not to get rid of the body?” I asked.

  “Fuck that. Lil’ bro need to send a message. He got niggas plotting on him and shit. He too soft.”

  My forehead wrinkled. “I suggest you tread lightly when you talk about my fucking brother,” I warned, heated. I could say or think what the fuck I wanted about Wise. But, Adonnis was out of pocket for saying shit. And furthermore, lil’ bro may not have been as rugged as me, but he would still knock a nigga’s head clean off.

  “Man, chill the fuck out nigga.” Adonnis waved me off. ” If that nigga was plotting, and his right-hand was plotting with that lame-ass nigga, ain’t no telling what lil bro into. Now I came to the city on the strength of you. If you fuck with a ma’fucka, then I fuck with them the long way. So I sent a message for lil’ bro.”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but Adonnis cut me off. ” For real, bro. You think I would do some sloppy shit that’s gone get everybody fucked up? Ain’t no way it’s gone trace back this way. I’m just as guilty as you and I ain’t getting locked back up for no ma’fuckin body.” He shot, aggressively. I believed him. He did a three year bid right before I made it to Atlanta, and the nigga still talked about that shit. He swore up and down that he wasn’t going back to no one’s prison.

  I began to pull at the hairs of my beard, thinking. I should have known that Adonnis was thorough with his shit. I was just a don’t trust nobody type of nigga like that. So many people done attempted to cross me in the streets.

  “Right nigga. Now go get you some pussy. Yo’ panties in a bunch.” Adonnis chuckled when I still didn’t say anything.

  I cracked a half smile. “Nigga fuck you. I was just making sure shit was right. And I’m good. Yo’ dick gone fall off, fucking all these random broads.”

  “Nah, I strap up with two condoms. I ain’t raw doggin’ these hoes. But… if you done fucking up my flow, I’m ‘bout to get back to these two freaks.”

  I just shook my head, watching as Adonnis left. Just a few months ago, I would be right there with him, tag teaming those hoes. But, that shit was old. All I wanted was Selena back and I would be straight.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Keem

  I was on some for real paranoid shit. Somebody had got to Jabari and I already knew that it had to be Wise. It was the way it was done. Whoever did it wanted to send a message. What was messing with me was the fact that I was suppose
d to meet up with Jabari tonight, but he was dead. Now I was starting to question if I was really talking to the nigga. Something wasn’t right. Fuck!

  I had never been no scary ass nigga, however, I knew how Wise and his punk ass brother Carter got down. They had a whole army behind them and I knew that I had to be on my shit if they caught on to what Jabari and I were plotting. Damn. I had the perfect plan before that nigga started being on some bullshit.

  I took a hard pull of the blunt that I was smoking, holding the smoke in my lungs, then I passed it to Sasha. She tried to act like she was all uppity, but she was a bird just like the rest of these gold-digging bitches.

  Then, she was claiming that she was pregnant, and hitting the blunt harder than me. Shit, I didn’t give a fuck. It wasn’t my baby that she was carrying. I made sure to strap my shit up. I wasn’t trying to end up with some shit that I couldn’t get rid of, and I definitely wasn’t trying to pop my seed inside of her.

  “I’m telling you. Wise is tripping. That bitch has his head gone so tough that it’s ridiculous. I have to get rid of her.” She sighed, shaking her head.

  I started to say some slick shit, but she gave me an idea. If Wise was on some bullshit, I would snatch Milan up so quick and see what he would be saying then. He swore he was a tough ass nigga, but every man had a weakness.

  “Yeah. I think he got Jabari. I’m not trusting that shit.” I shook my head. We were on our way to a hotel for the night. Ever since we had started kicking it, I had never brought her to my crib. I didn’t need her knowing where I rested my head. I wasn’t fully trusting her either. She wasn’t slick. She still wanted that nigga Wise, and she would probably do whatever it took to get him back.

  “You know him and his crazy ass brother did that shit. I can’t stand his ass either. I never liked him since he got with my cousin.”

  My head swung around so fast. “What you mean that nigga fuck with your cousin? Why you didn’t tell me that shit?” I hated Carter’s bitch ass and I was going to get at him on principle. I smiled devilishly. Yeah, I would start with his bitch.