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by Shan


  Rozalyn drew her lips up in a frown and looked at Passion like she knew there was something more to what I said. Instead of Passion putting Trina down and leaving like I had hoped, she stood in the middle of the floor waiting to be dismissed. I reached into my pocket and quickly pulled out some cash and handed it to Passion without even counting it.

  “A’ight, aye I’ll hit you up if I need you again,” I said, and grabbed Trina from her arms.

  “You won’t be needing her. Bye Passion,” Rozalyn stated sarcastically with a wave of her hand.

  Passion smirked, “A’ight boo, holla at you later. See you later T-T boo.” Passion walked over to me, placed a kiss on Trina’s cheek then walked over to grab her bags.

  I could feel Rozalyn burning holes into me but I refused to look at her. I don’t know what the fuck she expected me to do. She told me she was done, allowed me to come out here alone and fend for my damn self. Shouldn’t have been so damn stubborn and I wouldn’t have had the need to get pussy elsewhere.

  “You fucked her,” Rozalyn said the moment Passion exited the room.

  “Man, no I didn’t. I told you that girl been helping with Trina. Come on and let’s go get something to eat.”

  “Tae, don’t let me find out nothing different.”

  23 PASSION

  Passion Denise Williams is what my mama named me when I was born, the youngest of six sisters and brothers and the only one that my mama ended up being able to keep. She had a drug problem before I was born and lost my sisters and brothers to the system, but after the last one was taken, she got her life together.

  We didn’t have much growing up. Every penny we got was treasured and was beneficial for something. My mama didn’t have much education and was only able to work low-paying jobs at places like McDonalds and Burger King. She did her best when it came to me.

  Unfortunately, at an early age, just like most girls around my way, I became attracted to the streets. By the time I was twelve-years-old, I was on the block with the rest of the hood trying to find some kind of way to get money in my pockets. My mama didn’t like it, but she knew no matter how hard she worked, she could never give me what I wanted.

  I needed to be able to keep up with the girls at school, and attract the boys that had the big guap. So I had to do what I had to do to get it. Hustlin’ was just in me. It had to be something I got from my father whoever that was. There would never be a day that I was a broke bitch because I knew too many ways to get my paper up.

  It was how Jamir and I met in the first place, hanging out on the same blocks, late nights, getting that dough. He saw something in me that he just couldn’t resist. Just like most of the niggas from around the way, he loved a female of my caliber. I was the ride or die chick that every dude wanted and had to have on his arm, but in Jamir’s case-he was already taken.

  He and Erica had been together for a minute and I respected that; but the longer I stayed out with him clocking dollars, I couldn’t resist him. Long story short, I fell in love with that fool and yearned for him to be mine and mine only. I wished Erica wasn’t in the picture, that she wasn’t pregnant with his child, and that I was.

  Being that her mama kept her sheltered and her head buried in a book some damn where, she didn’t know shit about the streets. Erica didn’t understand Jamir like I did. And no lie, the fact that she was the main bitch and I was stuck playing the side ate at me every damn day.

  Every day, I sat around thinking about how I could get Jamir to myself and get Erica out of the picture. I thought of everything from kidnapping to murder, but I wasn’t that damn crazy. I wasn’t willing to throw my life away behind no damn dick. Yet, if I knew I could get away with it, then I damn sure would.

  I would erase Erica’s ass in a hot minute. It was my hope that I could hook up with that nigga Tae, milk his ass for some paper, and in the process make Jamir see me. But nah his wife had to bring her ass back around.

  I didn’t want Tae, mainly because I knew a chick like me couldn’t have a dude like him, so why even bother? Boss niggas like him always put some half-breed bitch or hell some white chick on their arm. They never wanted to fuck with a real, down ass hood bitch like myself. For one, they knew they couldn’t control anyone like me.

  Second, they’re too scared I would do their job better than they could. Instead, they wife up chicks like the one he had who would say and do whatever that nigga wanted.

  That’s why they having problems now. I laughed to myself. Wifey didn’t want to sit at home and cook and clean like a little maid but that’s exactly what she’s gon’ do. I laughed again. Yeah, I said I would play the homemaker role but any nigga that knew my type knew that was a joke.

  I pulled my Nissan into the driveway of the home I shared with my mama and was surprised to see Erica’s pregnant ass walking away from my door. Her man was not here so I didn’t know what the hell she wanted. Nonetheless, I quickly hopped out so that I wouldn’t be in the dark for long.

  As I approached, I crossed my arms over my chest defensively and waited for her to say something slick out of her mouth. I had no problem slapping this bitch. Pregnant or not, she could get it.

  “Where is Jamir, Passion?” She asked stopping just a few feet short of me.

  “Do I look like I know where your man is? Isn’t that your job to keep up with him? He comes to me when he wants me…not the other way around,” I said with a roll of my neck. The nerve of this bitch to come to my house questioning me about her man. Hadn’t she learned from all the other times she did this very shit and I whooped her ass for getting out-of-line with me?

  “Look, I’m not for the games Passion. I need to know where he is. It’s some crazy shit going on right now and I need to speak with Jamir.”

  “E, I just told you I don’t know where Jamir is. I haven’t seen or talked to him since he came by a couple of days ago,” I said throwing that in there since she wanted to be so damn persistent.

  “Yeah, I knew y’all were still fuckin’ but you know what, I don’t even care anymore. Jamir and I are done and you can have him. All I want to know is if what I’m hearing is true. He knows something about DeAngelo’s death,” Erica said with her mood changing from pissed to sad all in one breath.

  “Oh, you talking about the rumor going around that Justice killed DeAngelo. Yeah I heard that,” I said knowing there was no rumor but the one I started.

  Soon as Jamir left my house the other night, I knew that using DeAngelo’s death against him was the surest way to get rid of her for good. She loved her brother too much to choose Jamir over him and I knew Jamir loved little Jus too much to choose Erica over him.

  In the end, the two of them would part and that would leave little ol’ me hanging in the clutches. I could finally step up and be his Queen like I’d been waiting to do for so long.

  “So you’ve heard it too?” Erica asked with a look of shock written across her face.

  “Yep, heard some niggas discussing it on the block the other night. I don’t think it’s true though, Justice wouldn’t do no shit like that,” I ensured her but knew she wouldn’t go for it. The ghostly look on her face told it all. All she could think about was her dead brother and the cold and calculated way that he’d been killed.

  For her, she only wanted revenge against the person that had done it. I could tell she was wondering if she could hurt Justice. She’d been around him since he was a young boy and hurting him would be too much-but not too much where she couldn’t just walk away from both Jamir and Justice.

  At least, that’s what I hoped she’d do. My whole plan rested on it.

  “Oh my God, I hope this isn’t true. It just can’t be. I really need to talk to Jamir. So if you hear from him, then please tell him to call me. Let him know that I’m going crazy behind this shit Passion. I don’t wanna have to go to the police about Justice but I will. He knows how bad I want to see nig
gas pay for my brother and if Justice did this shit…” she paused, “then I have no choice but to make sure he pays.”

  With the biggest smirk on my face, I nodded my head and watched as she walked to her car. As soon as she pulled off, I took my cell out and dialed Jamir’s number. I knew he would answer for me being that he didn’t know if I was calling about business or something personal.

  “Yeah, what up Passion. Kinda busy right now,” Jamir said into the phone.

  “E been trying to get in contact with you,” I said and headed into my house.

  “Yeah, I’ma call her back later. Got too much going on right now to sit down and talk to her. I know she wants to talk about the scene you caused the last time you were at the house. We haven’t had a chance to speak about it yet-just not trying to face her until I can come to grips with this Jus and DeAngelo situation,” Jamir explained and I nodded.

  “Well she knows Jamir; I don’t know how she knows but she just left my house acting real stupid, threatening to call the police on Jus.”

  “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Jamir asked and I could hear the panic in his voice.

  “Yes, I am dead serious. Also, she said if you don’t talk to her, she has no choice but to turn the lil’ homey in. So I suggest as soon as we hang up, you contact her and nip that shit in the bud.”

  “Damn, I wonder how the fuck she found out. Man I hope Jus ain’t been running his damn mouth. That’s why I said I knew he wasn’t cut out for no shit like this. Nigga probably been pillow talking with some damn bitch! Fuck!” Jamir yelled, damn near knocking my ear off. “Let me hit you back and see if I can calm E down. ‘Preciate the call baby.”

  “No doubt boo. You know I got you. I love you Jamir,” I said before he could hang up.

  “A’ight. Talk to you later.”

  Jamir and I hung up and I sat back on the sofa in my living room, praying that everything worked in my favor.

  24 JAMIR

  After hanging up with Passion, I immediately called up E. My hands were trembling as I brought the phone up to my ear, scared that I was going to hear her say she knew what Justice had done. I had hoped that everything Passion said was fabricated and that E didn’t know the truth.

  She just couldn’t know the truth. Her knowing would destroy everything that I’ve worked to build. I would be forced to choose between her and my brother and I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t even know what that would mean for the child we’re bringing into the world.

  “Jamir-Jamir tell me it’s not true!” The moment E answered I knew then that Passion had been right on point with what she’d just told me.

  “Hold up real quick E, hold on,” I said and placed the receiver against my shoulder so she couldn’t hear me. “You ready bruh?” I asked Black as he exited the store with a few bags in hand.

  He nodded his head and we both got back inside the car. I waited until he cranked up and drove off before I returned to my conversation with E. “I’m sorry baby. What did you say?”

  “Don’t fuckin’ play with me Jamir! I know you know exactly what I’m talking about. Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me so quickly. I knew if I went by Passion’s, she would call you! Tell me that Jus didn’t kill DeAngelo! Tell me that shit is not true!”

  I held the phone to my ear but didn’t say anything. Mainly, because I wasn’t sure just what to say. Last thing I was going to do was admit to the truth, especially being there was still room for a lie. This was something I needed to talk to E about in person, get her to look me in my face while I adamantly explained to her that what she’d heard was false. She needed me to reassure her that we’re family and family don’t do one another like that.

  “E…” I said into the receiver but was halted when Black swerved around another car and caused my arm to hit the door and drop my phone.

  The phone fell down in the crack on the side of my seat. As I reached for it, I accidentally hit the speakerphone. I tried to grab the phone up but it slipped through my fingers and slid into the backseat.

  “You know what Jamir, fuck you and fuck Justice! I’m going to the police in the morning and I’m going to let them know what he did to DeAngelo! How could you do me like this Jamir? I thought you loved me! I thought you loved our daughter! You allowed Jus to kill DeAngelo and you weren’t going to say anything?”

  Fuck! I shook my head and eagerly tried to get my runaway phone. The last thing I needed was for Black to hear this conversation and for it to get back to Tamar. I wouldn’t have to worry about my family being broken apart then ‘cause we would all be dead.

  I damn near dived into the backseat, grabbed the phone, and ended the call. I would have to deal with E later.

  “You good bro?” Black asked but made no indication that he’d heard anything. I sighed deeply, grabbed a cigarette, quickly putting flame to it, and then took a huge puff from it.

  “I’m good,” I answered and pressed the end button on my ringing cell phone. I had to hurry up and get to E. I couldn’t let her go to no police.

  ***

  “E, E, E…” I said and ran up to her before she could jump in her car. “Hold up and let me talk to you.”

  “Jamir, get the fuck away from me. I really, really want to hurt you right now, so stay away from me,” Erica said and pushed me away.

  “Hold up and let me talk to you. It’s not what you think. I was trying to talk to you and tell you this shit is fucking false. You know damn well Justice wouldn’t do no shit like that. Where the fuck did you hear that dumb shit anyway?”

  “It doesn’t matter where I heard it Jamir. I asked you was it true and you couldn’t even answer me. How could you do me like this? I could deal with the cheating and lying, but this is not something I can do. How do you expect me to be able to look at you after this? How do you expect me to allow you in our daughter’s life after this?” Erica strained to say through tears.

  “It’s not true E, you know damn well Jus wouldn’t do this. DeAngelo was fuckin’ family to us. Do you really think he would do that to you? That I would do that to you?” I asked hoping to get her to calm down and listen to me, but she was too hurt and too damn mad to hear anything I was saying.

  “Did you really think you could come over here and lie to me and I would just believe you? I know how much you love your brother and that you’ll do what you have to, to save him. But just know that I’ma do the same. I may not have been able to save him, but I will see to it that his killer pays for what they did to him.” Erica tried to get into her car once again but I grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

  I couldn’t allow her to go anywhere until I had convinced her that this shit was just a lie, and everything she’d heard was far from the truth. “Jamir let me go! I was going to wait until the morning to turn Justice in, but now that I have proof-I’m not waiting.”

  “Proof? What the fuck you mean proof?” I asked with doubt.

  Erica grabbed her cell from her purse, clicked on a few buttons, and then held the phone up in front of my face. I read a few messages between her and Justice and my heart fell into the pit of my stomach.

  Erica: So u really thought u was gonna get away with dis Jus. We supposed to be fam n u do dis to my bro.

  Justice: Bro wuz a thief.

  Erica: N u jus killed him? We not family no more?

  Justice: Just bidness baby! Nuthin personal!

  I reached for the phone and Erica pulled back and tried to get into her car, but I pushed her against it causing the phone to fall on the ground. She reached for the phone, but I pushed her out of the way and stomped on it until it was in several pieces. I loved my girl, and I loved my seed-but I also loved my brother.

  E had to understand how this street shit worked and comprehend there was no room for liars, thieves, or snitches. She couldn’t go to the police, snitch on a nigga and think there would be no consequences. This shi
t was way bigger than she knew. The best thing for her to do was to walk her ass back in that house and mourn her brother’s death in silence.

  “Nooooo! Nooooo!” Erica screamed out in horror as she reached to the ground for her broken cell phone.

  “E, you gonna fuck around and get us all murked. You just can’t do this shit. DeAngelo was in the game and he fucked some people over and it got him killed. You gotta leave this shit alone!” I said pleading with her to back off.

  “How could you Jamir? How could you?” Erica cried out.

  “Erica? Are you okay baby? What’s going on out here?”

  The porch light to her mother’s house came on and Erica’s mother Edith came walking outside, pulling her gown closed shut on her body. She looked at Erica crying on the ground, hopelessly trying to put her cell phone together.

  She wore a look of concern when she looked at her daughter but it wasn’t long before it turned into a look of hatred when she planted eyes on me. I backed away and headed for my car without saying another word. I could only hope that E would leave this shit alone, but somehow I knew she wouldn’t and that this was the start of something that would land us all in a grave.

  25 ROZALYN

  A week later

  LICK, LICK, LICK

  Girl I wanna lick, all over yo body baybay.

  Said I wanna LICK, LICK, LICK

  Girl you make my tongue go

  La La La La La La La La La Laaa.

  Said I wanna LICK, LICK, LICK.

  It's just me and you in this room, and I wanna do some grown man things to you!

  I grinded my hips, rotated them in circles, and slowly brought them up and down, up and down.

  Swish, swish!

  Slap, slap!

  Were the sounds that echoed through the room along with the sweet sound of Pleasure P. Tamar and I had been making love for the past few hours and I wasn't trying to stop anytime soon. Sweat was dropping from my forehead, my breathing was faint, but yet so erotic. Times like these were the best.

 

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