by Shan
Tamar had to stay more than a thousand feet away from me. He wasn’t allowed to contact me either, and he had to send his mother or sister to pick up the kids and I didn’t feel one bit of bad about. I needed to get him out of my system, and seeing him would only make that harder to do.
It was a struggle the first month or so because I had a hard time getting over what I had done and often I felt like I needed him. Latoya and her mother’s deaths and been tough to deal with. They were once family to me, and I had taken them away and had altered the paths of Latoya’s kids.
After a while though; the kids kept me so occupied, and the daily conversations I had with Brian and Starr made it that much easier to forget about what I had done and keep my mind off of Tamar. Every now and then, I would wonder how he was doing, but I knew that was only because the love I had for him would never dissipate no matter how bad he treated me.
Now this shit was over. After not being able to do shit with my life, but sit around sulking and being depressed, yesterday the jury came back with a decision that saved my life. They believed all the bullshit Kim fed them. How I was a mother who had never been in any trouble in my life, and how I had showed up to Latoya's to console her after her kids' father had been murdered.
She made the jury believe that Latoya and her mom were already dead when I got there, and I had come in just in time to miraculously deliver her baby girl. I mean it wasn't too far from the truth. I did show up to see what was good with Latoya after Taron had been killed, and I did pull a miracle to get that baby here safely. Shit. I felt bad about what happened, but I wasn't going to let it take over my life.
I had done enough crying over the past six months to last me a lifetime. It was time to move on, which is why as soon as them pigs came to remove my ankle bracelet; I was in the club right when the muthafucka’ opened. I was a free woman now! Free of persecution and free of a fuck nigga. Fuck nigga being Tamar that is.
Tamar had yet to sign those divorce papers, and I wondered if he thought that was gonna stop me from doing me. He actually believed since he had papers on me that he owned me or some shit, like I was a slave, and he was my Massa, but I was down to show him different. He had been booed up with Keysha's ass and I been sitting around been Ms. Faithful Lonely Pussy for quite some time now, but it was my time was now. I tried being the good faithful bitch, but that didn't get me nothing but shitted on. These niggas ain't loyal and watch how he would be screaming the same shit about bitches when I was done with him.
Tamar better be lucky I had grown up cause my pussy needed a good patting and the way I was feeling right now, I was liable to jump on the first nigga's dick that told me I was cute. I wasn't gonna do it though; I was far beyond a dude being able to tell me anything and I was also way too mature for that now.
“Hoe you think you too cute!” Starr yelled to me over the loud music. She pulled out her cell, and I started posing like I was in a photo shoot. I was tossing them bad boys right on IG the moment they came through to my phone.
“Bitch, I am cute,” I said posing again. I turned around and grabbed a drink as soon as the waitress stepped into our VIP section. I didn’t have a limit on the amount of alcohol I consumed and was taking the drinks to the head like I didn’t have a care in the world. It was a celebration for me. It was time for me to get my life back on track and do me. I wasn’t quite sure what all doing me consisted of, but I knew that my kids came first in anything I did, getting my career back on track, and hopefully finding a new love.
“Don’t you think you had enough to drink?” Brian asked as he crept up behind me. He placed his arms around my waist and swayed with me from side to side all while Starr snapped picture after picture of us. I turned around and draped my hands around Brian’s neck, placed a big, sloppy kiss on his cheek leaving my lips print as a souvenir for him for showing up late.
Brian looked like a dark-skinned version of Wiz Khalifa from his hair to the outfit he wore, only he had better taste and looked more clean cut with his threads. His Mohawk was a gold color, and he was wearing a black and red plaid shirt, cut off jeans by Yves St Laurent with a pair of glittery black and red Giuseppe sneakers. Brian always turned the heads of women and men, but of course he played for the same team as me.
“It’s only my third drink boo! Glad you could finally make it. Now we just waiting on Kim’s slow ass to get here. Oh, wait…there’s my lifesaver!”
I ran towards Kim and practically jumped into her arms. She’d saved my damn life by getting me off for murder, and I was forever indebted to her. I felt like T.I. whenever her name was mentioned, or she was in my presence. She could have whatever she like.
“Well, let’s get this party started. You know the fun don’t begin until I start to turn up anyway,” Brian said as he started twerking his ass. We all started laughing at him as we tossed back our drinks and enjoyed the music pumping through the speakers. I felt good to have my friends by my side and to have gained a new friend in Kimani. It was just like old times. We had been through some tough times, especially Starr and me, and I never thought that we would get to this place we were at now. That was my gangsta bitch and I loved her dearly. Brian was my ride or die, and he’d always had my back no matter how far away he was from me.
All of our bonds had gotten tighter since I’d been down here in Miami, and they even had me considering permanently moving back here. I knew Tamar was gonna put up a fight and tell me I had to take my ass back to Dallas since the trial was over, but I didn’t want to leave my friends, my brother, or Tamar’s mother and sister. I felt so at home and loved it here. And since I’d been here, nothing like what Tamar told me would happen has happened, and I felt safe here.
I was ready to move out of the temporary condo that I had been living in and find the kids and me a new house. The only thing I hated about that was being that I hadn’t worked in a while and only been collecting a little money from the shop that Starr and Brian worked out of, my funds weren’t where I needed them to be. I knew that Tamar would purchase me a house with no questions asked, but being that it wasn’t in Dallas, I knew he would tell me no. Not only that, I didn’t want to ask that nigga for shit.
“Can I get you another drink?”
I jumped after feeling a set of soft lips graze the back of my neck and the sounds of a deep baritone voice vibrating against my ear. I turned around, and this fine ass nigga with deep waves and green eyes was standing in front of me. I suddenly had flashbacks of Brandon being he was the only black dude I had ever come across that had green eyes. The only difference was this dude here and caramel skin and a goatee that was out of the world.
It was lined up to perfection with not a hair out of place. It almost made me wonder if he was a metrosexual by how clean cut he was. I hadn’t come across anyone this well-defined since running into Tamar. Not to mention, just by looking at his threads I could tell that he was paid. His money didn’t matter to me cause I didn’t want or need it, but in a sense it did. I couldn’t be with a broke nigga after dealing with someone like Tamar.
“You just got your hands all over me like you know me! You better be lucky you cute or else I would’ve had security escort your ass out of here. How the hell you get in my VIP section anyway?” I asked, yelling over the music so he could hear me loud and clear.
He laughed. “I got my ways baby girl. How are you? I’m Jah! You don’t remember me, Roz?”
I stepped back with a frown on my face as I stared at him. I looked deeply into his face trying to see if I had recognized him. He didn’t look familiar, and I wondered how he had known me. He did have that dope boy swag and could possibly be connected to my husband. If that was the case, then he definitely needed to step to Kim or somebody else because I wasn’t going out like that anymore. I couldn’t be caught up with anyone that was friends or just even an acquaintance of Tamar’s. Again, I was too mature for that now.
“I ran into you back in Dallas when you were coming out of your shop that was under const
ruction. I tried to holla at you…we had a very brief conversation where you told me you were a happily married woman.”
“Ohhh, okay. I don’t remember you telling me your name was Jah though. And what you’re doing down here all the way in Miami? You stalking me nigga?”
“I probably gave you my government…Jaheim. And nah, even though you are fine enough to stalk, I wouldn’t do that. I’m down here on business.”
“Okay, okay. I remember now, Mr. Jaheim. It was nice meeting you again.”
I turned away from him and began swaying my hips to the Rich Homie Quan track Walk Thru. I was shaking my ass hella hard cause I knew that Jaheim was still standing behind me watching my every move. I wanted to give him a show and tease him because I could tell by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And I’m not even gonna lie; he could get it.
“Keep twerking that ass like that ma’ and I might have to assault you in the middle of this club.”
“Oh, for real? You that type of nigga, huh? You like assaulting women?” I asked, and he pulled me into his arms. He was holding onto my waist real tight like and I could feel his dick rising beneath his jeans.
“Yea, but you’ll enjoy it though. Have you screaming my name in the middle of the dance floor. Fuck with me.”
I turned around to face him again. I couldn’t help but smirk at him cause he was cocky, and I loved that shit. He was just like Tamar cause that nigga thought he was every woman’s dreams and had the biggest dick in the world let him tell it.
“So you said I told you I was a happily married woman? Why you all up on me like that if you know that I have a husband at home.”
He grabbed my hand and looked down at my ringer finger, and then looked back at me. I had removed my ring about three months ago, and there was still a sign that it had been there. I snatched my hand away from him and tried to turn around when he grabbed my arm and pulled me even closer to him.
He stared down at me with those sexy green eyes of his. The heat that radiated off his skin along with the scent of his Gucci cologne had my pussy throbbing. I didn’t have on any panties and hoped like hell my juices didn’t start sliding down my damn thighs.
“Why you looking at me like that?”
“Cause I wanna get to know you. I haven’t forgotten about you since the day I ran into you back home. You see I still remembered your name.”
“So, that don’t mean nothing,” I said softly not even sure he could hear me. He was staring at me so intently that I didn’t know what to do. He had me nervous and was giving me butterflies all at once. My heart was fluttering, and I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Damn, he was doing all the things to me that Tamar had done when we’d first met.
“I see you chilling with your people and I don’t wanna take up too much of your time, but let me get your number and maybe we can hook up before I head back home in a few days.”
“Okay,” I told him.
He took out his phone, and handed it to me. I put my number in and saved it then handed it back to him. Soon as I did that, he called my phone, and it vibrated in my handbag. I pulled my phone out to show him that I wasn’t on no bullshit and had given the correct number. We both smiled and the moment I went to put my phone away, a text message popped up on my screen that nearly made me shit a brick.
Hubby: You’re smart so I know I ain’t gotta tell you what will happen if that nigga not out of your face in the next two fuckin’ seconds.
I read the message once again to be sure I wasn’t tripping, and then looked around the club to see if I could spot Tamar. I couldn’t believe this shit. Right across from me in another VIP section, Tamar stood staring at me. He was surrounded by a bunch of bodyguards and had my brother Kevin, Black, and Starr’s husband Neek with him.
I instantly grew pissed because I hadn’t talked to Tamar in a long ass time, six months as a matter of fact. Any contact we had had gone through either his mother, sister, or my brother. This was the first time he had hit my phone in a long time due to the order that I had against him. So long, that I had forgotten that I even had that nigga name still stored in my phone as Hubby. I made a mental note to change that shit immediately.
I told Jaheim that I would catch up with him later and walked over to Starr, Brian, and Kimani who was all dancing and drinking like there was no tomorrow.
“Which one of y’all bitches told him that we were gonna be here tonight?” I yelled grabbing each of their attention at the same damn time.
“Told who, what?” Starr asked with a crazed look on her face. I immediately suspected her ass being she was the one married and probably had to tell Neek where she would be at tonight.
“It was your ass. You told Neek about us going out, huh, and he told Tamar?”
“Girl I ain’t told him shit. I haven’t even talked to that nigga in a week. What Tamar said something to you about it? He got a problem with you going out? Damn you ain’t been out in half a damn year almost.”
“No, his ass is here and so is your damn husband,” I said pointing to Tamar and Neek. I noticed by then that they both were staring over here hard as hell. I had no idea that Starr hadn’t talked to her husband in damn near a week and was gonna hem her up about that once we got to a quiet place.
That bitch was keeping secrets when she knew all my damn business. I couldn’t stand hoes like that and I was gonna check that ass for her feeling like she couldn’t confide in me the same way that I confided in her.
“Brian, Kim?” I asked looking between the each of them and they both shook their heads no. I sucked my teeth and got ready to go and have a seat. My mood was fucked up and I no longer wanted to party or celebrate my freedom.
“Damn, both of them niggas on their way over here,” Starr said as she came and sat next to me.
“Let’s go. I’m not trying to deal with that tonight. I was having fun until now.” I sipped down the last of my drink and looked up to see Jaheim burning a hole into me. I wanted to smile at him, but with Tamar coming into my direction, I knew that would start some shit that I wasn’t trying to be the cause of.
I chunked up the deuces to Kim and Brian and hurried and snatched Starr by her hand. I pulled her to the left of the VIP to leave and we hurriedly made our way to the exit. I knew Tamar and Neek would be mad, but who cares. Tonight was my night, and they had ruined it.
6: Kari
I walked out of the club Mansion with big shades covering my eyes and followed behind Rozalyn and her ugly ass home girl as they walked down the sidewalk laughing and slapping hands about being able to dodge Tamar and the guy he was with. Part of me wanted to run to my car, grab the small .38 pistol I had inside, and gun this conceited bitch down in the streets, but I knew that I had to play things carefully if I wanted them to work out in my favor.
Everything I had lost was all Rozalyn’s fault. She had taken away two things that were supposed to be mine; Tamar and the daughter that we shared together. I had been out of jail for the past month and had been watching Rozalyn every step of the way. She hadn’t been doing much of anything, and she had barely left the house most of the time.
I had recently found out that part of that was because of a trial that she had been facing for murdering one of her best friends and her best friend’s mother. They had placed her on house arrest until the outcome of the trial and from the looks of it; the lucky bitch had gotten away with it just like she had gotten away with snatching my life away from me.
This was the first time I had seen Rozalyn out and about and enjoying her life without a care in the world and seeing her having so much fun made my stomach twist and turn.
I had been watching how this bitch had connected with my daughter, Trina like she was hers. Had even seen Trina call her mom and love on her the way that Rozalyn’s other kids loved on her. I was sick with envy seeing her take care of my daughter, my little girl—a little girl that was the spitting image of me.
I had carried her in my womb, and she was supposed to look
at me with love and care, but instead she looked at Rozalyn that way. I was sure that Trina didn’t even know me, and that hurt me to the core. Now that I was free, I was going to do everything in my power to get my baby back even if it meant me having to kill Rozalyn and regretfully Tamar, too.
I hurriedly crossed the street to get to my car so that I could follow Rozalyn and her friend when they left. Soon as I made it to my ride, I spotted Tamar coming out of the club and looking around for Rozalyn. One thing that I had noticed while watching Rozalyn that made me happy was the fact that she and Tamar were no longer together. This was the first time I had seen them in the same room together since I'd been home, and I could tell that the tension between them was thick. That was a good thing because maybe I could get another chance with Tamar.
Since Rozalyn had caused me to suffer for the past few years and go on with life like I didn't exist, she was gonna pay for she had done. I wanted to make her suffer.
I didn't want to hurt Tamar and wanted to fix our relationship. I wanted us to raise Trina together and take Rozalyn's place as being the mother of their kids. He had some bitch living with him not far from this club, but I could tell that she was only temporary.
The way I noticed him looking at Rozalyn moments earlier showed me that this other bitch didn't hold a place in his heart like I'm sure she assumed she did. Rozalyn was still is number one leading lady, but not for long, and if Tamar got in the way of me taking her out, then unfortunately, he was going to be buried right next to her.
I held my head down as I past Rozalyn and Starr and followed the hostess to my seat. They had chosen to leave the club and come to IHOP and I couldn't help but come inside to see what was going on. This was the closest that I had been able to get to Rozalyn and I wasn't about to give up the chance to hear what was going in her life. And hopefully gain some information that could help me take her down.