by Shan
I tried to walk away when Kevin gripped his hand tightly around my arm and forced me to come with him. He called out to K.J. and hurried us out of the mall like somebody was after us.
For the first few minutes that we were in the car, it was silent, but I could no longer hold it in and broke down crying. I couldn’t believe that after all these years that we’d been together, this nigga had a baby on me.
“Is the one she carrying yours too?” God please let him say no; I thought to myself as I waited for him to answer me. He didn’t say anything and actually tried to turn the music up on me like I was about to let that shit happen. I slapped his hand away and regretted doing so when he gripped my wrist and twisted it to the point that I thought he was gonna break it. “You’re hurting me! Let me go!”
“Don’t you ever in your life put your muthafuckin’ hands on me again! I’m getting sick of your ungrateful ass! That’s all you ever fuckin’ do is whine and complain! Hell yea I got a little girl out there and one on the way with another bitch. What the fuck did you expect when you nagging day in and day out? It’s not a minute that gets by your ass that you ain’t complaining about some bullshit!”
“So this is my fault because I want you to be something else besides a dumb ass drug dealer! You’re always talking about how you want better for K.J. and to do things differently than you, but yet you’re doing the same bullshit that you tell him not to do! You’re a hypocrite! Don’t sit here and blame me for your nasty ass out here fucking these hoes and making babies with them! I’ve been nothing but a—”
“A fuckin’ headache to me! That’s all you’ve been! Then you got the nerve to rub shit in my face talking about you been taking care of me! Your ass would prefer to take care of me rather than me get out here do what I gotta do to provide for you and my kids because you so damn insecure!”
“And it looks like I have a reason to be!”
“Kay, I didn’t cheat on you not once for the first few years that we were together. You drove me to this shit! I ain’t never met such an ungrateful and insecure woman in my damn life! That shit ain’t cute man! You think I wanna come home to you every day bitching at me about how I make my money. Always questioning me about where I been and who I been with. That shit gets old. You was always accusing me of doing something when I wasn't so I figured you wouldn’t be happy until I did, and yea look what the fuck it got us. K.J. got two siblings out there and yea it’s messed up that you had to find out this way, but good you know because I was tired of hiding Kiriana.”
“You know what, I’m glad I found out what a lying, cheating dog you are. You are just like Tamar. All y’all niggas do the same shit and that’s why I didn’t want you doing this bullshit. I’m sure she’s not the only one or won’t be the only one. I swear you niggas ain’t loyal. I was a good woman to you no matter how much you felt I complained and nagged. I never once stepped out on you and this is how you do me.”
I started crying even harder than I was before. Kevin was sitting here treating this shit like it was my fault and not once did he even try to apologize for it. So what if I had been complaining and nagging. It was my right to do so. If he wasn’t treating me, or this relationship right, then it was my duty to speak up and let it be known. How else was I supposed to secure my happiness and make sure that my family was straight?
“Man, I’m just sick of the bullshit. You know what, I’m gonna do you a favor and give you what you obviously want. Here,” I watched as he reached into his pocket and pulled out two sets of keys. He handed them to me and then proceeded to turn the music up to the max. I looked down at the keys and noticed the BMW emblem on the ring that was connected to a set of car keys. The others looked like regular keys to a house. I was confused because I didn’t own a BMW and neither did Kevin.
“What is this?” I yelled, but he ignored me. I asked him a few more times, but he continued to act as if he didn’t hear me speaking to him. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up into a subdivision that I had never been to before and drove a few more minutes before pulling into the driveway of one of the houses.
Sitting out front was a candy red BMW with license plates that read Kay-Kay. I looked over at Kevin and then back at K.J. who had fallen asleep in the backseat. When Kevin placed the car in park, I reached over and turned the music down and turned in my seat to face him. Kevin reminded me of the actor Laz Alonso, but instead he had a head full of long, curly hair with dark gray eyes.
“All I want is to take care of you, K.J., and the little one that we have on the way. That’s all I ever wanted Kay and I swear you make it so hard for a nigga man. I never wanted to hurt you, but it seems like nothing I do will ever make you happy and appreciate the things that I do. I think it’s best that we just end things and you go on with your life and I do the same. I’mma always take care of you and my kids. You don't have to worry about that.”
“What? Kevin I—”
“This was supposed to be a surprise. I planned to take you and K.J. to a movie and dinner and then bring the both of you to our new home, but shit you can have this shit. I’ll keep staying in rooms like I’ve been doing when I’m trying to get away from you.”
“You’re trying to make it seem like I don’t have a right to nag! Obviously, I wasn’t crazy and was right about your cheating.”
“You are crazy and like I said, you can have all this shit.”
“You’re making all the decisions for us now. Everything is just what you want and not once do you think to ask me how I feel about it.”
“I ain’t gotta ask you how you feel about this shit because it’s obvious that this is what you want. Get the fuck out so I can go make sure my daughter is alright.”
13: Tamar
“Aye my nigga, I ain’t feeling this shit just so you know.”
“I really don't give a fuck how you feel nigga. You can leave,” I told Black as I fired up a blunt and sat back in the huge leather chair that sat in the middle of the room.
“Yea, I see you in your feelings so let me get outta here before we both end up killing each other,” he said as he shook his head.
“Bye bitch. Why the fuck you still here and talking? Leave nigga.”
“Hope she makes you regret this shit mark ass nigga.”
“Hey Boss man, where you want her?” Big Ace asked as he stepped into the room.
“Right there. Tie her ass to that chair.”
I waited while two of my guards Big Ace and Melo sat down in a chair across from me and tied her arms and feet to the chair with the rope that I had sitting on the floor. Soon as they were done, I told them that they could leave.
“Let us know if you need anything. We right outside.”
“I’m good.”
I toked on the blunt and sat back watching her. The way I was feeling right now was too hard to even put into words. I couldn’t even concentrate on my fuckin’ business after the shit I had seen go down last night and that was not good cause one wrong move in judgment could fuck up a lot of shit for a lot of people. I had to stay on point, but all I could think about was murdering this bitch. She knew me better than anyone in this world and for her to think that the shit she did was okay was beyond me.
“I thought you were leaving,” I said to Black when he stepped back into the room.
“Why the fuck you looking like you wanna cry? She hurt that baby feelings real good, huh?” he laughed and handed me a cell phone. I snatched the phone out of his hand and he snatched the blunt out of mines. I watched as Black walked over to her, moved her hair away from her face, and straightened her up in the chair.
“She’s good,” I told him before placing the phone to my ear. “Yea.”
“Mr. Andrews, this is Jahkim Assad, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you.”
I stepped out of the room and walked outside where my guards were on standby. I began to walk around the front of the home and they immediately started to follow behind me. I turned around and waved them off and they stoppe
d in their tracks, but still made sure they weren’t too far away.
“Yea, what’s up? How are you?”
“I am good and you?”
“I can’t complain.”
“Very well, well I’ve been hearing great things about the UNC, and I am quite interested in joining forces with you all. I have huge deal of clout over the Muslim community and can pretty much persuade them into going into the direction that I want them to. The only thing is, I’ve been trying to retire and hoped that my son would be able to handle things for me, but it seems that he has been there for weeks now and has yet to accomplish anything that I asked of him, so since he is not handling business as he should, I have sent for him to come home and I will return in his place. Is it possible that me and my men can meet up with you sometime soon.”
“I’ve spoken to your son?” I asked with my brow raised.
“From the looks of things, no, he claims that he hasn’t been able to get a meeting with you, but that’s a whole other story. We won’t worry about that for now.”
“We have our monthly meeting of the heads Sunday; you and your men should fall through. Before the meeting though, we can sit down and talk and see what your needs are and how the UNC can help you and how you can help us.”
“Sounds good to me, Mr. Andrews, I will be in contact.”
I hung the phone and nodded my head. Through all the bullshit I’d been experiencing over the past forty-eight hours, I was glad to finally be able to get some good news. One of my goals was to have everyone with me. I was working on the Columbians and Russians, and the Arab, and Muslim community too. I didn’t call it the United Nations for nothing. I ain’t have time for discrimination.
Although I knew there was enough money out there for everybody, I was trying to monopolize the game. It forced me to have to get rid of all competition if they didn’t want to rock with me. If I could bring everybody together and work something out so that we all got paid, I didn’t have to worry about the street beefs, niggas gunning for my head, or even fucking with operation in any type of way. People that weren’t a part of it didn’t understand, but once they got down and saw how shit worked, they couldn’t help but to be amazed.
“So, who is this nigga’s son?” I asked Black as I made my way back up to the house.
“I don’t know. He didn’t say a name. So, what’s up? He say something you like? That was this niggas sixth time calling.”
"He said the only thing he could say. He knows that he no longer has the protection that he was used to and now that the Arabian muthafucka’ that was supplying him that heroin is dead, he has no choice but to get down. I got this nigga,” I said as I snatched my blunt back from him. “What about that nigga Jaheim? Did y’all find him?”
“Not yet, but I’m working on it.”
“Can’t be if you still standing here. I’m trying to take care of that nigga before sunrise. Bring him to me and stop playing with me.”
Black walked away and I stepped back inside of the house. I removed my suit jacket and tossed it onto the floor. I could see her jerking in her chair and knew that she was finally awake. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she realized that it was me.
She whimpered and tried to turn her head in my direction but Big Ace had her tied down so well that she could barely move. She wasn’t going anywhere until I allowed her to.
“Oh, my God, Tamar! You found me! Thank God, are our babies okay?” she cried. Tears slipped down Rozalyn’s face as she looked at me eagerly waiting for me to free her. Instead, I took a seat in the leather chair and choked back on the blunt while staring at her.
When I tried to get at Rozalyn and she ran from me, I hit Black up and told him my plans I had of forcing Rozalyn to sit down and talk to me. He talked me out of that shit and told me to give her time to come around. I knew that she was still hurting behind the way I had played her to the left for Keysha and figured that Black was right. Forcing her to do something she didn’t want to do definitely wasn’t going to put our family back together. I decided to chill out and I was even gonna let her continue to parade around town like she didn’t have kids and a husband to take care of, but when I watched her fuck that bitch ass nigga on the cameras that were installed all around her home, I immediately became pissed with all reasoning going out the window. That shit hurt my muthafuckin’ feelings. I realized then I couldn’t do it as hard as I tried, I couldn’t let her go.
That bitch Jaheim had wrote his ass a death warrant and if Rozalyn hadn’t been the mother of my damn kids, I would’ve did more than just stage this phony ass kidnapping to scare her. I didn’t give a fuck what I was doing or who I was doing it with, Rozalyn knew my pussy was off limits to any other nigga and because she thought it would be cute to disrespect me, she had just put another nigga six-feet under. You would think that she knew better by now, but for some reason she still thought that I was that nigga to play with. When would she ever learn?
“What are you doing? Untie me so that we can get the fuck out of here!” she screamed and jerked her arms and feet.
“Why we gotta play these childish ass games, Rozalyn?”
“What are you talking about? Untie me, Tamar! Untie me!”
“Calm your muthafuckin’ ass down! I’ll untie you when I get ready to untie you! Keep raising your voice at me and you’ll sit there until you learn to show some respect.”
“You responsible for this shit! Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?”
“Nah, obviously you done lost your fuckin’ mind. Don’t forget where the fuck we came from to where we are today. I could’ve beat your ass damn near into a coma like I used to, but instead I chose the latter. It was either this, beat your ass, or a bullet in your head.”
“I swear to God you have lost your damn mind! You have cheated on me this entire damn marriage and when I’m finally fed up, and want to move on with my life, you grow a new damn head. What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you not remember me begging you? Calling your phone twenty fucking times a day, begging you to come back home to your family so that we could fix our marriage, do you not remember that shit? Me pleading with you to forgive me for everything wrong that I had ever done to you and to please give me another chance, but yet you act like I ain’t mean shit to you and went and laid up with your now pregnant ass girlfriend.”
My head shot up when she said pregnant girlfriend. I had done everything in my power to keep her from finding out about that shit. It had been easy being that Rozalyn had been on house arrest and couldn’t go anywhere, and I tried to make sure lately that Keysha and Rozalyn didn’t frequent in the same places. I didn't know how she’d found out and I was fucking embarrassed and upset that I didn’t have the chance to tell her on my own.
I didn’t want this baby with Keysha and I swear I felt like she was trying to trap me. She told me when we first met that she was getting the shot. Even then we were using protection until I started to get a little too comfortable. She didn’t tell me about the pregnancy until she was three months along claiming that since she had long ago stopped receiving her periods due to the shot, she had no idea what was going on with her body until she went to the doctor for a checkup. I didn’t believe the bullshit she was spitting at me, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it now but to man up to my responsibility like I always did.
“Yea, nigga I saw that bitch the other day while I was out to eat with my man! That bitch tried rubbing that shit in my face like I give a damn. I been told the hoe that she could have you and I wish you and her would ride off into the sunset together and leave me the fuck alone.”
“Your man, huh? Yea I heard all about you being out with him at the Yardbird from my men. I was about to let you have a little fun with him until I found out you disrespected me and fucked that nigga! You know you just dug that nigga’s grave right? Make sure you got a nice black dress because that nigga’s mama will be burying him real soon.”
“Tamar, I swear to God, you bet not touch him
! Why won’t you leave me alone and let me be happy? I’m so sick of this shit! So sick of you trying to run my life! Damn!”
I refused to sit here and listen to this shit. I got up and walked out of the house. Rozalyn could sit there until she came to her damn senses or until that nigga Jaheim was dead, whichever one came first. I really didn’t give a fuck.
14: Kari
“Did you do what I told you to do?” my partner asked as I walked into my South Beach apartment.
“No, I didn’t get a chance to do anything. I went over there and Tamar’s men snatched her up and threw her in the back of the truck,” I told them. I tossed my keys on the bar and walked into my kitchen. I pulled open the fridge and grabbed one of the two bottles of Moscato I had sitting on the top shelf. Walking over to the bar area, I climbed up on the barstool while placing my phone on speaker and prepared to listen to this motherfucker whine and complain about me not doing my job.
“What do you mean Tamar’s men snatched her up? Snatched her up and did what with her?”
“I do not know. I couldn’t follow them without getting caught, so I came home. Maybe you should figure out what they did with her. Hopefully, they killed the bitch, so I don’t have to and can be done with this shit.”
“You’re supposed to be the one killing her in exchange for me helping you get to your daughter. I’m not gonna be putting myself out there if you’re not gonna do what you’re supposed to do. I got your dumb ass out of prison with the promise that you would get rid of Rozalyn and you would get your daughter in return. Don’t fuck with me or I will put the word out that your ass is actually free and walking around this muthafucka’.”
“Okay, okay, I’m doing the best that I can. But ever since I told you that Tamar might have seen me that night she ain’t been so easily accessible. I tried getting to her the other day when she was out with her new little boyfriend, but Tamar has men on her now so hard that I can’t even get within a hundred feet of her. I went by her last night and there were like four cars sitting on her street that I had never seen all the time I had been watching her.”