When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 3

by Sephiri J

  “I followed your mom from the hospital that day she came to see you,” she said.

  I punched the doorframe of my car; I was that fucking angry. I knew she was on some weird shit, but I never expected her to go to this extreme.

  “You a bum bitch, Giselle. You think I would ever get back with your ass? We been through, and I told you. But you gotta be a fuckin’ stalker and take your wack ass to my house and lie to my girl! I should get the bitches I know to fuck your face up. You think you’ll be workin’ in Miami again when I’m done with you? The fuck you think I am, Giselle?” I barked at her.

  “Please, City, I’m sorry. I just wanted you back, and I hated that you moved on from me,” she said.

  She was crying, but her tears weren’t moving me.

  “Get your ass in my car. We’re going to find Bo, and you’re gonna tell her exactly what you just told me, or on my life, Giselle, you gon’ have a scar from your right ear to your left chin. Play with me and see,” I said in her ear, I felt her shudder underneath me.

  “Can I at least go put some clothes on?”

  “Nah, bitch, get the fuck in my car. Matter fact, hold up,” I said then walked to my trunk and popped it. I pulled out a couple of plastic bags that I had in the back and walked to the passenger side to put the bags down.

  “You got some shit goin’ on down there cuz I can smell you from over here. Don’t be getting none of that rotten ass fish juice you got down there on my seats, bitch,” I said as I looked her up and down.

  Her face fell, and I made my way to my side of the car. I didn’t give a fuck. She was about to confess to the shit she did so Bo would quit the shit and be back with me. But, first, I had to stop at Guwop’s and see what he needed to talk to me about.

  Fifteen minutes later

  “Get out,” I said to Giselle as we pulled up to Guwop’s shop.

  “I thought you said we were going to talk to Bo.”

  “Get the fuck out my car,” I yelled at her. Asking all these damn questions. “I got a stop to make.”

  She got out the car, and I knew she was self-conscious because all she had on was a white G-string bikini. She walked behind me as I walked into the shop. Off the bat, I saw eyes on her, but nobody said nothing because I guess they thought she was my girl.

  “Where G at?” I asked the man behind the front desk.

  “He in the back. He just got here.”

  “Go sit over there,” I said to Giselle and pointed to a chair in the waiting room. “Aye,” I said to the man behind the counter. “Make sure her ass don’t move. Dead ass. She move out that seat, tackle her ass, or it’s gon’ be your ass.” I was dead serious too.

  Walking back to Guwop’s office, I hoped this shit would be quick. I was ready to bounce and get my girl back. There was nothing else I really cared about right now.

  “What’s good?” I asked as I stepped into the office.

  “Yo,” he said in a cold ass voice.

  It threw me off for a second.

  “The fuck? What’s up, bruh?”

  “Take a seat for a minute,” he said and leaned against the back wall.

  “Nah, I think I’ll stand,” I said, looking at him skeptically. Something was off, and I wasn’t feelin’ this.

  “You and Lucas met up the other day?”

  I frowned. “Yeah. He came by the shop. What’s up?”

  “He told me you had a lot to say.”

  “We ain’t really talk about shit. What you mean?”

  “You got a problem with me?”

  I took a step back for a second because I didn’t think I heard him right. “What?”

  “You heard me. Me and you got a problem that I need to be aware of?”

  “The fuck you on, G? Spit that shit out cuz this some weird shit right now, and I don’t even know what you talkin’ about. What kinda problem would I have with you?”

  “The fuck is the money from the lick, City?” Guwop asked me.

  His eyes were black, and I felt cold all over. The way he was looking at me, it was like he was looking at an enemy.

  “How the fuck would I know? You supposed to have that shit locked up. What’s the problem?”

  “Lucas played a tape back where you was talkin’ mad shit about me, bruh. I ain’t shit to you, City? The shit I got I don’t deserve cuz I move reckless, and you’d take all my shit if you could? You would put a bullet in my head, City?”

  “The fuck?” I yelled at him since he was yelling at me. I’d never said none of that shit in my life about Guwop to anyone, so this didn’t even make sense. “Lucas said I said that shit? And you believe that nigga?”

  “I heard it come out your mouth. He recorded the shit. Are you listening to shit I’m saying?”

  “I ain’t have no conversations with Lucas about you, bruh. I don’t even fuck with that nigga like that. We spoke one time the other day, but that shit was about Rigs, nigga. I told him I’d put a bullet in Rigs’ head cuz he a bitch ass nigga. I don’t know what the fuck you heard.”

  Guwop reached into his pocket, and I flinched because with the way he was mugging me, I swore he was ’bout to pull out a piece. But he pulled out his phone. What he played for me made my mouth fall open. I listened in silence as he played the conversation back that I had with Lucas, except that wasn’t our conversation.

  “He edited that shit, bruh. All that shit. That isn’t shit I said, nigga. I was talkin’ about Rigs. He chopped that shit up to make it sound like I was talkin’ about you. You think I would say some shit like that?!”

  Guwop was quiet, and I knew the wheels in his head were spinning.

  “The money from the lick is gone,” he said.

  “The fuck you mean it’s gone?”

  “It’s gone. Me, you, and Lucas were the only three with the key to the safe. So, right now, I’m lookin’ at both of y’all niggas crooked.”

  “Hold up, you lookin’ at me crooked? What the fuck I ever do to make you think I would steal from you, nigga?” I asked. I was hot now.

  “Nigga, you talkin’ ’bout Lucas done edited your voice like he works for Warner Brothers or some shit, and now my money is gone. I DON’T KNOW WHO TO TRUST!” he yelled.

  “Well, you ’bout to figure that shit out, bruh, cuz I’ve known you my whole motherfuckin’ life and never screwed you over for shit. You like my fuckin’ family, so the last thing you should even expect from me is some dumb shit like that,” I yelled back.

  Guwop was staring at me like he was ’bout to pounce, and all my nerves were on edge. I had my Glock on me, but I never in my life thought I would need to use that shit on this nigga. He was my fuckin’ brother, but the way he was lookin’ at me right now, he looked like he was considering whether he should tear my head off or not. I knew if he came at me, I would have no choice but to fight my brother. And the way he was making me feel right now, I just might have to.

  The moment was broken by a high-pitched scream from out front. Giselle.

  “Shit,” I said and bolted out the door.

  “The fuck is that?” Guwop asked behind me.

  The nigga from the front was on top of Giselle, holding her down as she struggled.

  “Get off of me!” she screamed, trying to get away from him.

  I ran up and yanked her up by her hair.

  “The fuck you think you goin’?!” I asked her as she stumbled to her feet.

  “Just let me go, City, please,” she cried.

  “Nah, you got something to do first. Didn’t I tell your plastic ass to stay put?”

  I dragged her out the door and back to the car, all the while thinking about the conversation with Guwop. Lucas was on my growing shit list too. He was right up there with Rigs. After I deaded this shit between me, Giselle, and Bo, I was ’bout to find them two niggas and take them both out. No questions.

  8

  Guwop

  I watched City leave, dragging his ex-bitch, Giselle, by the hair. I didn’t know what was going on with that
shit, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was hot because I didn’t know what to believe. I’d wanted to look in City’s eyes and see for myself if he was lying to me, but he looked as surprised as I did. He admitted to saying the shit but hearing that he’d been talking about Rigs made me wonder if Lucas was really fucking with me.

  I walked back to my office and replayed the tape. After it got done, I sucked my teeth and slammed my phone down on the table. This whole shit was giving me a headache.

  A knock on the door made me look up, and my boy who worked behind the front desk came in.

  “Ay, what the fuck was that about with home girl?” I asked.

  “She tried to leave. City said I should bring her down if she did, and I didn’t want no smoke with him.”

  I rubbed my temples. “What you need?”

  “Some girl named Sade is here to see you.”

  I raised an eyebrow. Sade had called me a few hours ago and said she had something important to tell me, but my mind hadn’t even been thinking about her for the last few hours, so I hadn’t had a chance to call her back.

  “Aight, send her in.”

  A few seconds later, she walked in. She looked so timid, but I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her.

  “What’s up, pretty?” I asked and stood so I could give her a hug.

  “Hey. I’m sorry to just stop in on you like this, but I really had to talk to you. I remember you told me where you worked a while back, so I looked you up.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “You might want to sit down for this,” she said hesitantly.

  “Huh?” I asked.

  I slowly sat down, watching her and wondering what was up. I couldn’t take too many more surprises today.

  “I’m pregnant, Guwop. It’s yours.”

  I shook my head because I thought I heard her wrong.

  “Say again?” I managed to say.

  She exhaled. “Greg can’t have kids. It’s impossible. We found out today, but I’m pregnant. The only other person I’ve had sex with in the last five years is you. So, it has to be yours.”

  I felt like my head was spinning when she said that shit, but I couldn’t help the big ass grin that spread over my face.

  “Sade, you dead ass with me right now?” I asked and jumped up from the chair.

  “Yeah.”

  I grabbed her so hard and picked her up as I squeezed her. She squealed.

  “Guwop, oh my God!” she laughed but flung her arms around my neck.

  “I know we don’t know each other like that, but Sade, fuck, girl, you don’t know what that news just did to me. We havin’ a little G for real?”

  I held her back and looked into her face. She was smiling back up at me as she nodded.

  “Fuck yes, ma. You movin’ into my spot. I don’t give a fuck what you say, you movin’. I gotta keep an eye on you. You carryin’ my seed!”

  “What? You gotta watch me?”

  “Hell, fuck, yeah, I gotta watch your ass. What you eat, make sure you not workin’ because I need you to be chill as fuck. We don’t want no problems. Tomorrow, you heard me?”

  She nodded.

  I grabbed her face then rubbed my hand over her belly. I didn’t even give a fuck what happened with her and her nigga. She was carrying my child, so that nigga didn’t exist to me. And from her body language, I could tell that whatever they was on was dead. I leaned down and kissed her lips, and in two seconds, her tongue was in my mouth. My man downstairs jumped, and she started smiling as she kissed me.

  “What?” I asked and chuckled.

  “Stanley Anderson, you have the right to remain silent,” I heard a voice say behind me.

  When I looked up, five white men were storming into my office with guns drawn.

  “What the fuck?” I said as one of them rushed up on me and pushed me on top of my desk. “Aye, what the fuck, man? Hold up. What is this about?”

  Out the corner of my eye, I saw the white cop who showed up at my house this morning, Detective Morris, walk in. He stood by the door looking at me.

  “Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you,” the cop who was slapping the cuffs on me said.

  “What is this about?” Sade shrieked as my mind raced.

  “You’re being charged with grand theft and assault with a deadly weapon,” Detective Morris finally decided to say.

  “Y’all ain’t got shit on me. What the fuck!” I yelled.

  “We got a credible witness. That’s enough probable cause. Take him out.” As I walked past Morris, he sneered at me. “You should’ve listened the first time I came to see you.”

  I turned back to Sade, who was looking at me with a helpless expression. “Tell City, bae. Make sure he knows.”

  The cop pulled on my arm, making me stumble, but I caught myself. My mind was racing. This was some bullshit. I didn’t know how I was gonna get out of this one.

  9

  Bo

  I felt completely helpless when it came to my father’s situation, and I didn’t know how to fix it. Shit, I didn’t think it could be fixed, not after what he explained to me today. I hoped he would reconsider coming to stay with me just because I didn’t know what other choice he had. My house was paid off, so I was good. I just needed him to be good too, but time would tell, I guess. Tomorrow was their deadline, so they would need to figure something out by then.

  I had more important things to worry about. I was still broke, and the way my life was set up right now, I didn’t have too many people I could fall back on to help me fix my shit. Thankfully, last week City had set me up with a friend of his who wanted some pictures done of their work in their shop. My meeting with him was this afternoon, so I was rushing over there to get set up, so I could take the pictures. I was charging him a couple hundred for the session, which would definitely come in handy because there was no food in my place at all.

  I just hoped that this session would take my mind off my father and City. Especially City because he was literally all I had been thinking about since everything went left. A little while later, I pulled up to his friend’s studio.

  “Hey, nice to see you again,” I greeted him. His name was Rafik and he did amazing black and white shaded pieces. I was blown away the first time I saw his work up close.

  “Bo, you made it. You good?”

  “I am. Ready to start this session and get you some great shots.”

  He smirked at me. “That’s what I like to hear.”

  We walked to the back room, and I started setting up my stuff. He’d gotten some lighting and everything, and I was impressed. He was all too ready to get this going so it would turn out the exact way he wanted it.

  “So, I was thinking of doing a couple shots of me against this mural on the back wall,” he started as he pointed to the wall behind him.

  It was definitely a piece of art. It was a mural of the city of Miami in what looked like the 80’s based on what the people in the picture were wearing.

  “Did you paint this?” I asked, walking up to the wall to inspect some more.

  “Yeah. Took me about three weeks of non-stop work,” Rafik said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and admired the work with me.

  “Wow. It’s amazing. This is real talent. I wish I could do this.”

  He chuckled. “I wish I could do what you do. Your work is really good. Have you thought about putting on an art show to showcase your work?”

  I shook my head. Doing a show had crossed my mind here and there, but I didn’t think I was good enough to do all that.

  “You should think about it. You have a great eye. Your pictures come to life, and I see it on every sheet. Hit me up if you want help setting that up.” He winked at me.

  I nodded and then turned to look around the room. I wasn’t sure if he was flirting with me or what, but it was time to get to work.

  “So, where do we start?”
/>   For the next twenty-five minutes, we took a variety of shots. We moved to a few different rooms in the shop, and I gave him ideas for angles and themes. I was feeling good about this session, and I could tell Rafik liked how things were going as well.

  “I want to get some of my staff in these next few shots for promotion for the shop,” Rafik said as he walked toward the door to call some of his tattoo artists in.

  “Aye, Rafik!” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, and immediately I got chills.

  I turned and saw City storm through the door, but I felt my blood pressure jump a few more levels when I saw who he was dragging behind him. He had a grip on Giselle’s elbow, and she stumbled in behind him wearing a tiny ass white, string bikini.

  “City! How’s it going, man? Didn’t expect to see you today,” Rafik greeted City. He looked confused, though, as he looked from City to Giselle.

  “What are you doing here? And what the fuck is she doing with you?” I asked, glaring at him. Just seeing the bitch was making me see red.

  “Bo, I gotta talk to you. Rafik, you mind if I holla at my girl real quick?” City asked.

  “We aren’t together. And, no, we got nothin’ to talk about. I’m working.”

  “Bo, quit the tough shit. I got something you gotta hear, and I ain’t leavin’ till you listen. So, if you don’t want to talk, sit your ass down and open your ears. I’m not leavin’, so you wanna take pictures, take them bitches. We gon’ all be in them, though.”

  I rolled my eyes and glared at him. I couldn’t believe he rolled up to my shoot like he had a right to interrupt my money. Then he had the nerve to show up with this bitch.

  “I’ll give you two a minute,” Rafik said before he walked out the room.

  “What do you want, City?” I asked and folded my arms in front of me.

  “Step the fuck up,” he said and pushed Giselle so she was standing closer to me.