Esau: Pizza’s ready.
Me: Fasho.
Aight, so look. Tarik and even y’all probably thought I forgot about that little stunt he tried to pull on my wife. Laine wanted me to leave that shit alone because it backfired, but that wasn’t happening because he disrespected me; and not only me, Laine and even my daughter too. Nobody disrespects my baby or my wife; that shit will get you smoked on Bloods.
For him to send that fucking lie into a blog for some cash showed what type of nigga he was and that he would go to any lengths to get whatever the fuck he needed. Not to mention, I didn’t like the fact that he’d hit Laine up anyway. I don’t give a fuck what it was for, he needed to act like he ain’t know who the fuck she was.
I peeled out of the Static building parking area, and hopped on the freeway headed to Esau’s spot in Compton on Maple.
So what had I done? It was easy. Tarik was a money hungry ass bitch, and stupid as fuck. All I did was have one of the homies pretend they wanted to get an exclusive interview about this shit on Laine. Of course, his first time at the rodeo ass believed it, so I flew him out to do the interview. At the moment, he was with Esau, the muthafucka who was supposedly doing the interview, and I was about to roll up. If Tarik wasn’t suspicious by this point, he was dumber than I thought. But it was no way out now because if he tried to dip, Esau’s ass would murk him fasho.
I turned onto Maple, and texted Esau to let him know I was coming down. He told me it was perfect timing, so I pulled up and parked across the street from his crib. I purposely drove one of my old-school whips to the studio because I knew tonight would be the night that Tarik would regret ever uttering Laine’s name.
Hopping out the whip, and checking my surroundings as I did so, I went across the street and tapped on the passenger side window of Esau’s car. Tarik’s eyes almost popped out of his fucking head when he turned from Esau and looked at me. I gestured for them to roll the window down, and laughed when Tarik begged Esau not to, but of course… he did.
“What’s good, Tarik?” I leaned down into the window and rested my arms on it.
“Man, what the fuck is this?” Tarik’s voice trembled. “I don’t know why— ahhh! Come on, man!” he screeched when I grabbed him by his drunk ass collar and yanked his ass through the rolled down window. I could hear Esau dying laughing as he exited his whip on his side. I tossed Tarik onto the grass, and he rolled a little bit before groaning and grabbing his side. “Come on, maaannn!” he cried out, clutching his ribs.
I didn’t say anything, I just kicked his ass in the back hard as fuck, causing him to yowl.
“Get yo’ bitch ass up, blood,” Esau hissed, irritated by how weak Tarik was acting.
“You want ya mammy?” I walked around to the other side of him so I could see his face. I chuckled along with Esau. “Huh, nigga?” I kicked him in the stomach hard as fuck. “Oh, so you gon’ ignore me.” I pulled my Glock from my waist.
“Aight, hold on! Wait! I’ll scream!”
No words were said for a moment before Esau and I burst into laughter, holding our stomachs and everything.
“Nigga, this BPT, ain’t nobody gon’ give a fuck about yo’ hoe ass screaming. Nigga, I’ll scream too! Suwoop, and have all the homies come over and smoke yo’ ass!”
I chuckled at Esau’s ass because he was just as crazy as people claimed I was. I’d like to think I’d toned it down some though. Don’t say shit; just keep reading.
“Apologize to my wife.” I pulled my phone out and hit record.
“Laine, baby, I’m—”
“Baby?”
WHAM!
I whacked him across the face with my Glock, and then handed my phone to Esau because this nigga had me fucked up.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I continued to go across his face with my heat until I was satisfied. I stood back up straight, adjusted my hoodie, and then removed the safety from my gun.
“Do it right.”
“Laine, I’m so—so—”
“Sorry, nigga.”
POP! POP! POP!
I had to finish for his stuttering ass so I could hurry up and kill him.
“I cut it off before you pulled on him,” Esau let me know.
“Good looking out.”
I dapped him up, and then we left the scene after calling the homies to come clean this shit up. Less than ten minutes later the shit was done, but the police were around Esau’s street so I guess someone called about the gunshots. We just went to get something to eat from Tam’s on Rosecrans, like we always did when we waited for the one time to get the fuck from ‘round where we chilled.
“Aye, like five homies got smoked doing exactly what we’re doing right now,” I said, remembering all the homies from my set that were just chilling right where I was eating before getting killed.
“Shit is wild.”
“You ever gon’ leave from over here?”
“Doubt it. I wanted to, but moms is older now and I don’t really want to leave her or my brothers. You wanna come back, I’m sure.”
“Yeah, I miss it. This is where I grew up and shit, so being away is almost like living in another state sometimes. But I have to think about my wife and my baby. Never would have left if it weren’t for them.”
“I hear you. Smart shit though. Niggas are jealous out here, Mischief. You wouldn’t have made it a month living at yo’ old spot. Niggas don’t like to see one another come up.”
“Shit, I’m already knowing. I still ain’t safe. Muthafuckas hate all day.”
“But the real ones know what it is and how you represent us. Shit, you still hang on the block with us sometimes.”
“Guilty pleasure.”
We both laughed. Damn did I miss it over here; the violence and all.
“So you don’t get tired of having the same pussy day in and day out?” Esau frowned, shoving a fry into his mouth.
Laughing, I said, “Nah I don’t. Not the pussy I be sliding up in. And my wife never tells me no, so we do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I don’t even wanna know what that shit is. You Blaxican niggas be weird.”
We both chortled in unison.
“Nigga, how many times I gotta tell you I ain’t half Mexican? My mama is Spanish my nigga. Straight from Spain.”
“Ain’t that the same shit?”
“Hell nah! Call my mama Mexican to her face and watch her go in on yo’ ass. They even look different.”
“Damn, my bad.” He chuckled. “You’re right though. But aye, if you find somebody as freaky as ya wife, hook a nigga up.”
“I got you.”
Chapter Eight: Erynne
Chaz and I were at the hospital visiting Chanel. She’d gotten a lot better, but the shit her mom injected into her system was still putting up a good fight. Louise, her mother, still hadn’t been found yet. She was smart as hell to run off because the police were definitely looking for her ass for attempted murder. And shoot, at one point, it looked like Chanel’s ass was gonna die, so Louise almost caught a murder charge.
“You guys don’t have to keep visiting me.” Chanel half smiled. She said that every time we came, and I knew it was because she felt guilty.
“You have to realize this isn’t your fault, Chanel.” I touched her cold hand and she nodded.
She had yet to explain to us everything that happened, and I kind of felt like she owed it to Chaz. But of course, he told me she would explain herself when she felt ready. A part of me felt like maybe she’d tell him if he came alone.
As we sat with Chanel, my phone kept buzzing off the hook and I knew it was one of the girls from the shop, calling me to let me know Rodney was there looking for me. I was supposed to give him the money last week, but I didn’t realize how hard it would be to snatch cash from under Chaz’s nose. I would say to hell with Helene and to hell with Rodney’s ass, but I knew if I didn’t get him that money soon, he would alert the police about Risk and me.
“Who the fuck is b
lowing you up?” Chaz looked to me, frowning hard and looking like he was about to switch from sugar to shit in a matter of seconds.
“Laine. I’ll be right back.” I stood up but he sat my ass right back down.
“Nah, you answer that shit right here,” he stated calmly.
I just slipped my phone into my purse, and sat back. I knew he would be listening and as soon as he heard one of my girls say a nigga’s name, he would blow a fuse. I waited for about twenty minutes, and finally I thought to say I had to go to the restroom.
“I have to go pee. I should be right back.”
“Leave your purse.”
Fuck, think of something quick, Erynne.
“I’m on my period, Chaz, if you must know. I don’t want to walk to the bathroom holding my panty liner and tampon. I need my purse.”
“You’re not on your period.”
“Yes I am.”
“Nah the fuck you not! I know when that shit gets here and it ain’t here. Sit down before you piss me off, Erynne, or leave ya fucking purse and go pee. Pick one.”
I heard Chanel snicker, and if she wasn’t so fragile I might have stepped to her ass.
I didn’t have to pee, obviously, so I just plopped back down in the chair and pouted. Chaz gripped my chin, and turned my face his way before kissing my lips a couple times. My clit throbbed subtly at the feeling of his soft, sexy, moist lips pressing against mine ever so gently.
He slowly grazed my lips with his, went across my cheek, and landed on my ear before whispering, “I love you but chill the fuck out.”
Chills ran down my spine at the feeling of his warm breath on my ear along with the feeling of his lips moving against him. He knew what to do and how to do it to get me hot anywhere and no matter how I was feeling towards him.
We stayed with Chanel for about forty-five more minutes, and then finally we were gonna go home. Chaz wanted to go out to eat, but I was too on edge thinking about Rodney and what his plans were. As Chaz pulled out of the hospital parking lot, my phone buzzed again, but this time Chaz’s music was blasting so he didn’t hear.
Sharla: Rodney is here and he won’t leave. Helene is trying to close the shop but he won’t let her.
Me: Tell him I will be there in like an hour and to relax.
Sharla: Okay
I barely finished reading the message before Chaz’s big hand came into view and snatched my phone. My stomach churned and gurgled, and I just knew at any minute I was gonna be shitting bricks. As his eyes darted back and forth across the screen, I contemplated opening the door and just rolling out onto the street. I’m sure whatever happened to me would be much easier to deal with than having to endure Chaz’s wrath.
“Who the fuck is Rodney?” He dropped my phone into his lap. “Don’t you dare reach for this shit.”
How did he even see me?
“Can you”—
“Who the fuck is Rodney!” he roared, making me jump. “I’m not gon’ ask you again! I don’t fuck with secrets and you’ve known that shit from jump!”
My palms began to sweat profusely as this nigga drove like a bat out of hell to our home. He was swooping through traffic, cutting people off, switching lanes at the last minute, and blowing his horn at people who barely did anything.
“He’s Helene’s boyfriend.”
“So why the fuck he at ya shop starting shit, huh?”
“Because he’s waiting for me!” I whined, hating that I even had to tell him this. I wanted to handle it on my own and be done. Chaz would just ruin all of it and make it worse.
“For what!!!” He hit the steering wheel and I was pretty sure I’d just shit on myself. “Stop answering these questions like you ain’t got no sense! Fill in the fucking blanks and get to the point!”
Thank God Cevynne was at our home with my parents. They’d come into town a few days ago, and it was a big help.
“He he he he knows about Risk and he umm, he threatened to go to the police about me if I didn’t give him $20,000. He also said if I gave him the money, he would leave Helene alone as well.”
SCCUUURRRR!
Chaz made the widest most illegal U-turn, making his tires screech on the street. Scared to ask where we were going, I just made sure my seatbelt and seat were still bolted in the car, and held on for dear life. After a while, I realized we were headed to my shop, so my heart started to beat way too fast. Chaz had more than a few screws loose, and Rodney wasn’t all there either, so I couldn’t see this ending well for anybody. As we got closer to my shop, I just mentally kissed it goodbye because soon it would probably be up in flames.
“Get out.” Chaz yanked the keys from the ignition and got out of the car. Before I could even release my seatbelt, he was on my side and holding the door open for me. “I want you to point this nigga out.”
“Chaz, no, if I—”
“Baby, what did I tell you about testing me? I love you, I do, more than anything in this world. But right now you’re kicking a muthafucking hornet’s nest and I need you to stop. So like I said, when we walk up in that muthafucka, point that nigga out.”
I nodded, taking his advice and heeding to his warning. My husband was unhinged, but I appreciated that he let me know when he was about to go there so I could back off.
I followed behind him, running and walking because he was so big and tall that his few steps were like one hundred of mine. I admired how sexy his walk was, and every time he adjusted his jeans. Just the way he moved and carried himself was such a turn on, and had been since the day I met him at that house party.
“Aye, who the fuck is Rodney?” Chaz did everything but burst through the damn window of the shop. The bell on the door was still ringing from him abruptly coming through it.
I thought you wanted me to point him out?
All of my stylists that had late clients tonight were staring in disbelief. The only guys there, were two of my gay stylists, and then of course Rodney. Only one of my gay stylists actually dressed extremely feminine, so I was sure Chaz knew it wasn’t him.
I stared at the real Rodney surprised at how his punk ass hadn’t spoke up yet. This nigga was actually scared and it baffled me. I guess because Rodney was smaller than Chaz; in height, that is. They were both nicely built, not too muscular, but Chaz was a whopping six feet seven, and Rodney was probably six feet one.
“Chaz, we got it,” Helene put her hands out. I was done with her ass always trying to defend Rodney. For all I know, she planned to run off with him once he got the cash.
“Who the fuck are you? Are you Rodney because I asked who the fuck that was and that’s the only muthafucka that should be talking,” Chaz hissed, shutting Helene’s ass right up.
“Oop!” Sharla said lowly as she and a couple other girls snickered.
“He’s right here, Mr. Chaz, sir.” One of my gay stylists, Marquise, pointed Rodney out and quickly grabbed his bag up. I wanted to laugh so bad at his snitching self.
“Man, what the fuck you need with me?” Rodney sighed like he was pissed he’d been found out.
“Aight, everybody go home,” Chaz said.
All of my stylists darted towards the door, almost like they were scared Chaz was gonna change his mind. Now the only people left in the shop were Helene, Chaz, Rodney, and I.
“You threatening my wife? And for money?” Chaz moved closer. Helen’s wide eyes signaled that she wanted to protect Rodney, but she knew it was best not to.
“Look, if you don’t want yo’ bitch in jail then—”
WHAM!
Chaz punched him so hard that I was sure something had broken. Rodney fell into one of the styling chairs, but quickly hopped back up to swing on Chaz, likely out of embarrassment.
“Baby, don’t break any of my stuff!” I whined as the two men went at it.
Rodney was clearly dazed from Chaz’s first lick because he wasn’t landing anything. He was kind of just flailing around, missing, stumbling, and yelling shit. Helene’s pussy had to be dry as the
Sahara seeing her man like this.
“Man, sit yo’ ass down!” Chaz pushed Rodney to the floor. I guess Rodney was done because he just laid back on the tile and cradled his aching head.
“Rodney!” Helene ran to his side, making me roll my eyes.
“So look this is how this shit is gon’ go, Rodney. You and yo’ bitch are gon’ get the fuck up out of here and never speak my wife’s name again. If I even have a dream that you’re trying to fuck with her, I’m coming for you, my nigga, and when I do, it won’t be shit like this. You better not even dream about her or I’m gon’ Freddy Krueger that shit. This right here is nothing for me. And as a matter of fact, I don’t wanna see you nowhere in California.”
“What?” Helene looked up at him.
“I don’t repeat myself.” Pulling a gun from his waist that I didn’t know he had, Chaz removed the safety, which immediately got Rodney and Helene’s attention. “Now, I’m gon’ count down from five, and when I get to one, if y’all are still in my view, I’m pulling the fucking trigger. Five, four…”
Helene and Rodney were up and out of my shop before he got to two.
“Baby, a gun? You brought that to the hospital?”
“Nah. Lately, I’ve been keeping one in my car. I locked it in my waist when you were sitting in the passenger seat looking like I kidnapped yo’ ass.” He started towards me, looking all fine and gangster.
“You know you can’t make them leave California, right?”
“Watch me,” was all he said before he left out, and I followed behind him to lock up. I didn’t even want to know what his plans were, but I trusted him.
Kady
A couple days later…
Cassie’s and my manager Ashley was able to book me some work now that I was sort of back to myself. Certain things about my body had changed that weren’t going back to how they were before, like my hips and my butt. I didn’t mind either, and contrary to popular belief, neither did a lot of brands. I had to take new shots for my resume though, just so certain companies wouldn’t be misled by what I used to look like.
My stupid ass child’s father claimed he was too busy today to take Ishaun for me while I worked, so I had to bring my baby with me to the shoot. Thankfully, once he had his milk he was knocked out, because I would have been way too worried and stressed to focus on taking pictures. I didn’t have anybody like my parents or anything to help me with him, so if Ishmael backed out then I was shit out of luck. I was done with Ishmael’s selfish ass though.
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