by Lucinda John
“Because that nigga is petty like that.”
“I don’t think Zoe would do that.”
“What, you taking up for that nigga because you still fucking him?” I snapped.
“Bobby NO! I know Zoe well enough to conclude that he wouldn’t do no shit like that?
WHAP!
“Oh shit Dee, I’m sorry,” I apologized for slapping her.
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!!” she yelled with venom dripping from her voice.
“Dee baby, I didn’t mean to.”
“NOW!!!”
Grabbing my keys off the dresser, I left the house and headed to Broden’s crib. I was never the type to put my hands on females, but hearing Diamond defend Zoe in my face, pissed me off. I already had to deal with my traps getting hit and to have my bitch question me over a nigga set me off.
“What the fuck happened?” I asked Broden.
“This morning when we opened shop, I kept getting back to back calls from niggas saying they was hit. The only spot that was untouched was the twenty-four hour trap we have in Franklin Park.”
“Fuck, you know who did this right?” I asked to see if he was on the same page as me.
“Zoe, but why?”
“He probably pissed that Diamond stopped fucking with him for me and hit my traps so I wouldn’t have the money to pay him for my next re-up.”
“Fuck that nigga cuz. I got this nigga in Puerto Rico that knows this connect with some grade A shit. Our side already fucking with us so I say we do our own fucking thing.”
“Set that shit up because we going to war. Tell them niggas to suit up,” I said ready for whatever.
If Zoe’s pussy ass wanted a war then a war was what his ass was going to get. Nobody goes untouched so he had better beefed up security on his family because I’m calling hits on everybody he’s affiliated with. I tried to play nice with these niggas, well now playtime was over. It was time to get out the fucking sandbox and toe tag some fuck niggas.
Just as I was about to text Diamond to ask her if she was straight, I got a message from an unknown number.
9546598635: Bobby, I need you to meet up with me, I got some very important information to share with you.
Me: Who the fuck is this?
9546598635: Cookie.
Me: How the fuck you got my number.
9546598635: Out of Cray’s phone. Meet me at the park by your house ASAP.
Me: Fuck you!
9546598635: (Picture message)
Me: I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. If you on some fuck shit I’m killing your ass.
Scrolling back to the picture message, I saved the picture of Cray kissing a nigga. To suspect that shit was one thing but to see it fucked me up real bad. I should have known it was a new nigga in the picture when shit around the house flipped. The only time I would see Cray was in bed, and even though we shared the same bed, we didn’t touch, fuck or speak. Our relationship was basically over and we were just living together as roommates for the sake of our child.
When I made it to the park, I spotted Cookie under a pavilion. I should have known Cookie was looking for trouble when I caught her in my house. Cray’s naive ass was too blind to see that shit. She argued with me and told me that Cookie changed and she wanted to mend their friendship. I loved Cray, but at times she could be dumb as fuck.
“So you caught my bitch cheating on me,” I said standing in front of her.
“I got it on camera and her voice admitting it,” she smirked.
“What are your motives?” I asked.
“You,” she smiled. “I always wanted you but instead you went for the so-called good girls that turned out to be hoes.”
“Let me hear this recording.”
Cookie pulled out her phone and played the recording. My jaw clenched as I heard loud and clear Cray admit to fucking another nigga. The fact that she could lay up with a nigga and come home and lay in the bed with me at night like she was a nigga, pissed me off.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“I heard your traps got hit.”
“And?”
“You think Zoe did it?”
“Why?”
“Well if he did, I work for him and I know how you can get him back,” she said piquing my interest.
“How?” I asked.
“What’s in it for me?” she asked.
“What do you want?”
“You,” she smiled.
“So you gonna blackmail me into fucking just to get some information.”
“Yup,” she smirked.
“I need you to keep tabs on Cray.”
“Done.”
“Now let me know what’s going on with Zoe.”
“Later on tonight at my new place. I’ll text you the address,” she smiled walking away.
“Fucking bitch,” I said under my breath watching her ass jiggle in the sundress she was wearing.
******
When I finally made it home from digging all in Cookie’s guts for information on Zoe, it was ten at night. Cray and I pulled in at the same time, and my mind wondered if she was with that nigga. When she got out the car and the baby wasn’t with her all I could see was red. Most likely my baby was at her aunt’s house so she can hoe around.
“Where were you?” I grabbed her by her arm.
“Where were you??” She cut her eyes at me.
“That nigga dick you sucking got you feeling bold huh?”
“Just because you’re cheating don’t mean I am too.”
“So this not you?” I asked showing her the picture.
“Where… did you get that from?”
“I got eyes even when I’m not looking.”
“Ok so what now? Do we continue to do our thing under the same roof or do we separate?”
“This how you do it now?” I asked hurt. As much as I wanted to let Cray go to be with Diamond I still loved her.
“What do you mean Bobby? I sit at home all night while you fuck Diamond, Beamer and whoever else you slagging the dick too and cry. You stopped giving a fuck about me so I stopped giving a fuck about this relationship.”
“I can respect that.” I nodded. “End that shit.”
“End what?”
“Whatever you got going on with that nigga.”
“End it with Diamond first. She challenged.
“Exactly.”
“I’m going to spend a few weeks at my aunt's house, I think we could use the break.” She said breaking away from me so that she could pack a bag.
There wasn’t anything I could do, but watch her leave. Maybe she was right this break was probably what we needed to figure out what we were going to do. Plus with me going to war with Zoe I think it was best if Cray and BJ relocated.
“Do you need help with your bags?” I asked while I sat on the porch smoking a blunt.
“Nah I’m good,” She said through her tears. “If you want to see the baby you know where my aunt live.”
I watched as Cray put the last of her things in her trunk and pull off. AT that moment I didn’t know how to feel. Her leaving was a good thing for me and Dee, but a and thing for our family. Pulling out my phone I scrolled through my contact until my fingers landed on Diamond’s name.
Me: It’s done, Cray left.
I smoked the rest of my blunt as I stared at the grey dots, waiting on Diamond to reply.
Chapter 24
Zoe
“These island hoes know how to swallow a dick,” Rich laughed as we entered a Haitian restaurant.
For the last two weeks we were in Haiti handling some business with our connect. Word on the streets back home was that Bobby got hit and instead of re-upping with me, he planned on hitting up a new connect. Over my dead body! Since that nigga wanted to jump ship, he wasn’t allowed to hustle period. It was either my way or the highway. I killed niggas for fun, so a war was nothing to me.
“Wasn’t you just in love last week,” Choppa laughed.
“Man th
ese hoes ain’t loyal,” Rich waved Choppa off.
“How do you lose your bitch to another bitch?”
“The same way you lost your bitch to a fag!”
“Y’all chill.” I interjected because they were causing too much attention.
Just as a waitress returned with our food, I received a call from ma dukes. She was watching Ian so I figured she was calling me begging me to come home like she did every hour since I been here.
“OMG Joshua, he’s gone!!!” my mother cried when I picked up the phone.
“Who is gone?” I asked feeling my heart rate speed up.
“Somebody took Ian.”
“I’m coming home.” I hung up.
“Let’s go now!” I yelled dropping forty dollars on the table.
“What’s going on?” Choppa asked.
“We gotta head back to the States.”
“What about the meeting we had set up?”
“Man fuck that nigga, somebody took my son!”
*****
The plane ride home was the longest plane ride I ever took. I knew missing this meeting with our connect would cause problems, but I ain’t give a fuck. The only thing I was worried about was my son. I bit the inside of my jaw until it bled, as I thought of all the ways I was going to chop up Bobby’s family members. He was the only one that could be behind this shit, because he was the only one that was beefing with me over some shit I didn’t do.
When the plane finally landed, I made it to my mother’s house in twenty seconds flat. As soon as I got there, Pete was consoling my mother who was an emotional wreck. Jumping out the still moving car, I ran over to them and demanded my mother tell me what happened.
“We were at the park playing. I was sewing a sweater since winter will be here soon, while NuNu and Ian played on the swings. NuNu came running to me and I asked her where Ian was, then she told me she didn’t know.”
“What do you mean she don’t know!” I yelled. “NuNu, come here NOW!!”
“Wait a minute Zoe, NuNu is a child. I understand you’re mad, but you can’t yell at her like that,” Pete tried to reason.
“Fuck you Pete that’s my fucking child that’s missing so shut the fuck up!” I yelled.
“NuNu, who took Ian?”
“His mother.”
“His mother?”
“Yes, she gave me one hundred dollars not to tell anyone that she took him. I figured she wasn’t going to harm him because she was his mother plus I’ve seen you two together. I’m sorry Zoe, all I wanted was the money to buy some more lip gloss. Is Ian going to be ok?” my little sister cried.
As furious as I was, I couldn’t be mad at her. She was a child and children were easily manipulated.
“You said you saw me with her, do you remember her name?” I said hopping she would say Diamond.
“BMW,” I think.
“Beamer?” I asked.
“Yes her. I used to see you two together all the time. She told me she just wanted to spend time with Ian and she was going to bring him back by bedtime.”
“Fuck,” I yelled kicking the garbage can over. “I want everyone on the block looking for Beamer. Let them know I got five mil on her head if they can direct me to her.
“Pete, use your resources to help me find Beamer, but I want your fellow pigs out of it. I don’t want her in jail. I want to kill the bitch myself,” I said before leaving.
I couldn’t believe Beamer was bold enough to fuck with me and take my son. Beamer knew taking Ian would result in her death so I doubt she was still in Florida. She didn’t have family anywhere so I didn’t know where to begin looking. I knew Beamer wasn’t going to hurt him, but the thought of him being with her made my skin crawl.
I was sitting on my couch in the dark smoking a blunt, when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t up for company so whoever was on my doorstep was just going to stay there. The visitor didn’t catch the hint and kept knocking on the door. Cocking my gun, I greeted my guest with my nine.
Diamond was standing there with fear in her eyes as she held her hand up.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked.
“I came to see if you were ok.”
“I’m fine, now get the fuck off my doorstep.”
“Zoe, I’m trying to be here for you.”
“Well you’re at the wrong nigga’s doorstep. You should be at Macy’s helping Bobby’s mom pick out her black dress for her funeral.”
“Zoe, that’s not fair.”
“Get the fuck out my face talking about what’s fair or not. Man leave before I kill you,” I said with my finger on my trigger. “That baby might not be mine so at this point I could care less if you’re pregnant.”
Diamond looked like she was going to say something, but shut up when she saw the seriousness in my face. I wasn’t in my right frame of mind, so I could just really kill this bitch. She looked at me one last time before she left. It killed me that I had to treat her like that but she brought this on herself. The only thing I wanted from Diamond was a DNA test as soon as the baby was born.
When I sat down, the connect in Haiti started blowing me up. Ignoring his calls, I put his number on block and focused on getting my son back. Once Ian was home safely, I would deal with his ass. Until then he could listen to the bitch tell him I wasn’t accepting any calls at the moment.
*****
It’s been two weeks since my son been gone and I wasn’t myself. Nobody had any leads on Beamer. It was as if she took my son and vanished into thin air. Today I was finally coming out of hibernation for the takeover. Bobby had a meeting with his connect and thanks to how powerful I was, I was able to get information on where the meeting was being held.
Dressed in all black with ski masks on our face, Rich, Choppa and I crept through the warehouse where Bobby was supposed to meet the connect. The snipers that we hired was able to locate and take out all of the connect’s security guards. We moved into the building silently with our guns by our side. I could hear voices in the back room so I motioned for them to follow me.
When we made it inside, we dropped all bodies before anyone had the chance to react. The only two people that were left standing was Bobby, his sidekick and the connect. Removing my mask, I revealed my face with a huge smile plastered across it.
“Bobby my boy, you must be hard of hearing,” I said smacking him across the head.
The way he clenched his jaw it was as if he wanted to assassinate me. If looks could kill then Ian would have been fatherless. Laughing at the pathetic fuck, I began to pistol whip him for disobeying me.
“Never go against you daddy bitch,” I spat as I pistol whipped him.
I heard his nose crack, as bright red blood oozed out of it. I was going to make it so that every time he looked in the mirror he remembered who I was. I wanted so badly to end Bobby’s life, but I wanted him to live so that I could make his life a living hell. I wanted him to step to me with guns blazing so we could go to war like real savages.
“Now as for you,” I said to the connect. “It’s fucked up that you had to lose your life, but no witnesses.” I winked sending to slugs to his head.
“Should I kill this nigga or let him live?” I said referring to Bobby’s right hand.
“Let that pussy nigga live. Bobby gon’ need some type of support when he’s ready for war if those Puerto Ricans don’t get to him first,” Choppa smirked.
“You weak niggas make me sick,” I said shooting him in the leg.
“Damn nigga, you set it off in this bitch.”
“I need you to get in contact with those Puerto Ricans and let them pussy niggas know that I am the ONLY connect that will supply these blocks,” I said before leaving the crime scene.
I was meeting with a private detective that may have gotten a lead on Beamer and I wanted to do it alone. I loved my boys to death, but this vendetta that I had against Beamer was personal. I wanted to torture her for taking my son, then watch her die a slow painful death.
Diamond
Ever since Zoe kicked me out of his house and Cray basically changed Bobby’s number, I’ve been in a funk. Zoe had me on his block list and Cray was controlling Bobby’s phone since he was in a coma. I heard of how Zoe pistol whipped Bobby, and I felt like shit. As the girl, I felt like I should be by his side, but when I went to the hospital to visit him and was told per his fiancée’s request I was on the list of people who wasn’t allowed to visit, reality sunk in. I wasn’t Bobby’s girl, I was his fucking toy and I hated myself for allowing him to fuck with my emotions the way he did.
I beat myself up every day, at how I messed up my imperfectly perfect relationship with Zoe, for Bobby. I was trying to act on past feelings not knowing that in reality, things between Bobby and I could never work. For one, Bobby will and always be a whore. I should have known that firsthand watching him play bitches when we used to sell drugs together back in the day.
Kay decided to spend the weekend with Bria leaving me all alone. I wanted to tell her no she couldn’t go because of the situation between Bobby and I, but that would be wrong of me. Why should Bria and Kay’s relationship tarnish because of my dumb mistakes.
Just as I was about to sulk in my pain, Justice texted me to tell me he was outside. I wasn’t in the mood for visitors, but I didn’t want to be rude. Dragging myself out of bed, I walked to the door and opened it.
“Hey pretty lady,” he smiled.
“Hey Juss.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked walking inside.
“Where do I begin?”
“From the beginning.”
“I ended up picking Bobby over Zoe. Zoe damn neared pistol-whipped Bobby to death and now I don’t even know what’s going on with him because I don’t have an authority over him, Cray does. The only thing I was able to get out of Kay was that Bobby was in a coma. I didn’t want to ask her any more questions because it’s not right for me to sit and interrogate a little girl. Zoe’s son is missing and he won’t let me be there for him because he hate my guts. Yup, that basically sums it all up,” I cried.