by Heiress
“She look just like Compton’s ass when he was born. All red and small,” Momma Banks added. She was standing next to me crying. Hell, everyone was crying. Even, Snoop was teary eyed.
“So what are we naming my baby? No ghetto, Jamaican shit. My baby was born in the states.” Compton rubbed her head gently. I had never seen this side of him. Yes, he was sweet when he wanted to be but this man before me was different. I could tell in his smile and his eyes.
“Ummm, well. I haven’t thought about names but I did have something in mine,” I paused, to look down at my precious baby. “KiMona. KiMona Nicole Banks.”
“I like that,” Momma Banks agreed. “Me too,” Missy added.
“Well, KiMona it is.” Compton glanced down at me and we shared a moment without words. Nothing needed to be said. It was something unspoken but yet so powerful. That moment ended when the doctor walked in.
“Well I see our new mommy is up. How are you feeling, Cali?” she asked, walking over to me and placing her hand on my forehead.
“I’m a little sore but other than that, I feel fine. This moment is kind of taking away the pain.” I smiled, rubbing my fingers down my baby’s soft skin.
“That’s actually a good thing. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t still feeling light headed. I explained to your family what happened but I’ll inform you as well. When you came in, your stress levels was high. Very high. When you stress, so does the baby. You were very dehydrated which is why you fainted. Luckily you were not all the way out of it so we were able to get the baby out. We were going to do a C section but your daughter pretty much pushed herself out. Since she is a month early, she will have to stay here a little longer,” she informed me.
“Is she okay though?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, she’s is healthy and strong surprisingly. We just need to make sure she grows properly so we want to keep an eye out on her. She’s only four pounds.”
“Yea, she get that strong shit from her daddy.” Compton cheesed.
“Do you want me to send in your brother?” she asked.
“Uhh, my who?” I quizzed in confusion.
“Your brother. He’s outside in the waiting room. Your family told me he was your brother,” she said, glancing around as if she had just told me a secret. Then it hit me on who she may have been talking about. It was Tre’. I had totally forgot about him due to this moment being so important and heart felt.
“Yes, you can send him in,” I said, looking at everyone else but her. The Bank’s was something else. I didn’t say anything to them. I loved my new family and I appreciated everything they did for me, but I knew how it felt to grow up in a family like theirs. So many secrets and danger will forever be around them and I didn’t want that for my daughter. Tre’ was a realtor and a good man and I knew that I wouldn’t have to worry about that with him.
The door opened and in walked Tre’. He was pretty banged up but he so was Compton. Just not as much as Tre’. “She’s beautiful,” Tre’ commented, starring at, KiMona.
“Umm, can you all give me a minute? I want to talk to, Compton and Tre’. Alone,” I told them. They wanted to oppose, but I pleaded with my eyes for them not too. My daughter was here now and I had to do what was best for me and her. They all gave me hugs and kisses before they left out. Standing to my left was Tre’ and my right was Compton. I hated being in between two men but it wasn’t going to be for long.
“I’m going to say this once and that’s all,” I started, glancing over at Compton and then Tre’. “My daughter is here now and I don’t want her to be confused on what’s going on here. Compton I don’t care if you don’t want me with Tre’, but you will have to deal with it. I love him and I-,”
“You love him?” Compton interrupted. “You love this nigga now?” I could hear the hurt but Karma wasn’t done with him. He was getting his shit back from me and Mo’. I had to no longer care.
“Yes, Compton I do. I do and you will have to-,”
“I ain’t got to deal with a damn thing. Fuck kind of nigga do you think I’ am? If you expecting me to be like, cool, Cali then you got me mistaken. That whole I wish you nothing but happiness and all I want to do is see you happy whether it’s with me or not is bullshit. I want you with me and only me. It took a minute to realize but you the one. So if you want to be with him, you can do that but just know, a nigga ain’t gone stop fighting for you. I’m gone continue to try and get you back because you who I want,” he confessed, causing tears to build up in my eyes.
“Compton-“
“Nah don’t say shit else because a nigga head fucked up. I need to a drink and a blunt. I’ll be back to check on you and my baby girl in the morning,” he cut me off. He kissed KiMona on the forehead and then me on my cheek before walking out the room. Tre’ held my hand as I cried.
It hurt hearing those words. Momma Banks was right. Love was pain.
Later on that night…
As I was sleep, dreaming of something I had no business imagining, I felt hands tugging the covers from my body. When I opened my eyes, I jumped up when I saw a dreaded headed man in all black. I opened my mouth to say something but he put his finger to his lips to shush me. He held a gun up to warn me if I said a word, he would shoot.
I looked to my left and my right and there was no sign of Tre or my baby. I couldn’t had panicked harder. “Where is my baby-,” I was saying until the cold steel of his gun hit me in the face. Everything went black.
CHAPTER 18
MONIQUE: A WOMAN SCORNED TWICE
The countless of shots of patron had me seeing double. My heart still ached at what happened with me and Compton. I sat at the bar every night thinking of what I could have done better. I will admit and say that I did change. But my change was because of Compton. The pain I was feeling was way too familiar so my plans were to make him pay. To make him suffer and make him wish he never let me go.
“Want some company?” I heard a familiar voice say behind me.
When I turned around, I was kind of confused to see Compton’s uncle, Raz. I haven’t spoken to him since me and Compton’s first break up.
“Uhh, nah, I’m straight. I rather drink alone,” I declined his offer. Mad at Compton or not, I was not about to be friendly to his uncle. Raz was a low down dirty nigga who would do anything for a come up. I didn’t need to have his grimy ass around me.
“Well, there’s nowhere else to sit, so I’ll just take this seat.” he grinned devilishly before sitting down. He ordered a drink and sat quietly next to me like a fucking creeper.
“Raz why the hell are you here? You know good and damn well I don’t fuck with you. So do us both a favor and-,”
“So how many times you gone let my nephew do you wrong before you finally fuck him over?” he rudely asked, interrupting me.
It’s not that I allowed Compton to fuck me over, I just loved him so much. More than I loved myself, and that was the fucking problem. I even loved him enough to not kill his baby. Now, Cali I wanted to kill, but the baby was innocent. He could find another lover, but a first born is irreplaceable.
“How you know I haven’t fucked him up already since you know so damn much,” I quipped, rolling my eyes at him.
“Mo’, slashing his tires and filling his car’s tank with water is not fucking him over. That’s petty and you need to go beyond that,” he told me.
“And how do you suppose I do that shit, Raz?” I asked, sounding annoyed.
“Kill Cali,” he responded. I turned my head towards him and he seemed normal. He didn’t seem like a crazy nigga that just came into a bar trying to get a bitch to kill another bitch. He was beyond that. He was insane.
“As much as I want to kill that bitch, I can’t. She just had the baby and, Compton will be-,”
“What if I told you I can get you close to her? Like right now,” he interjected.
“How?”
“I have my ways. Just do this for me and I’ll give you anything you want. I’ll make it see
m like someone else killed her, and my nephew will be all your. Isn’t that what you want? To be a family?” he quizzed.
That was exactly what I wanted. I grew up poor without a daddy or momma. I was raised by a friend of the family who didn’t know the first thing about taking care of a child. When I met Compton, he took me away from my struggles and hardships. I deserved to be the woman on his arm. I earned my place on the thrown next to him. Not Cali.
“What do I have to do?”
CHAPTER 19
COMPTON: AN UNDYING LOVE
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed at the sound of my cell phone going off. It has been ringing since last night and a nigga barely got no sleep. I was tired as shit. Rolling over, I stretched my arm out and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. When I saw that it was an unknown number, I hesitated to answer.
“It’s too early for bill collectors,” I mumbled to myself before finally answering. “This better be-,”
“C! Aye, C!” a familiar voice shouted into the phone.
“Sean?” I quizzed now sitting up in my bed. “I been looking for ya’ ass for-,”
“We ain’t got time for that nigga. Just know I’m good. We got bigger shit going on,” he said, breathing hard into the phone. “They got, Cali ‘cuz!” he revealed to me.
Every muscle in my body tensed, when those words rolled off his tongue. Now he had my full attention. “Fuck you mean they got, Cali? I was just with her,” I stated through clenched teeth.
“I don’t know when they got her, but she here.”
“And where the fuck is here?”
“Jamaica nigga,” he responded.
“How the hell did she-never mind. I’m on my way now.” I shot up from my bed and rushed around my room to put on some clothes.
“Wait, C. It’s some shit you need to know. Black ain’t solely behind this. His niggas been keeping me in the warehouse because I saw who really behind this. They ain’t want me to snitch, so I been stuck here. They finally gone and I got out. I’m trying to get to Cali now, but C you can’t do nothing stupid. You need to-,”
“Nigga what?” I quizzed, pulling the phone away from my ear as I stared at it. “’Cuz they got my wife, and possibly my baby-wait, where my daughter at?” I asked, forgetting about my newborn. He didn’t even answer yet, and I was ready to go to war for my little one.
“I ain’t heard shit about the baby, but C I need you to calm down. The person we dealing with is not-,”
“You know what kind of nigga I am. Ain’t no calming me down after hearing that Jamaican killers got my wife. The fuck?” I hissed, rounding up all the weapons in my house that I had. Since Black hit up my warehouses and traps, I was running low but lucky I had a few stashed for a fucked-up day.
“C, whatever you do, come alone. This person is powerful and dangerous and don’t nobody need to be dying behind this. They gone-,” he paused and I heard wrestling on the other end. “Shit, they here. They got, Cali. You need to get here and get here now, cuz. Now!” he barked into the phone before killing the line.
“Fuck!” I roared, throwing a few jabs at the air. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. I had just had my baby girl, and now this. In the back of my mind, I could imagine Cali scared and alone. I didn’t know what them niggas plans were with her, but they were about to get canceled. Her and my baby girl, meant the world to me. I’ll be damned if I lose her to another nigga and then to death.
As I was getting all my shit to go, my phone rang. When I checked the number, I knew exactly who it was. My skin burned with anger as I answered the phone. “You better have a fucking army with you because I’m coming full force,” he growled into the phone.
“Good thing I do got a fucking army with me,” Black shot back into the phone. “Come alone and bring all the papers you got for ya’ business. I want it all. Then you can have ya’ bitch back. You got until five and you might want to hurry. She just had a baby and she bleeding on my floor,” he spat, killing the line.
“Shit!” I grabbed my duffle bag and sprinted towards the door. I had to take the jet which was gone take six hours, and it was already ten in the morning. When I got in the car, I called up my uncle and pops and told them what was going on. They tried to convince me to get help, but I wasn’t gone risk that shit. The good news was that my baby girl was good. She was left at the hospital and Missy, and my momma was up there with her.
It was a breath of fresh air but at the same time, my battle wasn’t over. I still had to save my wife. It took me an hour to get to the strip, and I paid the pilot double to make it there fast as he could. As I sat down, I conjured up all the fucked up situations that could happen to my lil’ momma. It was like my heart ached just thinking about her being nonexistent in my life. This entire time I been trying to protect her but I failed every time.
I tried to protect her from getting kidnapped, and this shit happens. I tried to protect her from other niggas and she found one. I tried to protect her from being hurt, and I’m the one who broke her heart. Shit was crazy how my protection became the very reason why she was not secure. I had to save her.
“Lord please save her for me. Do this one favor for me,” I mumbled. I still remember the first day I met her. Little did I know, it was love at first sight.
Stepping out of my whip, I closed my door and proceeded towards the front of my house. When I opened the door, I was caught off guard to see a short ass slim chick standing in my foyer. She had a nice round ass, but it wasn’t enough for me. Her hair was full and curly in a natural state, and I could see that she was a light skinned broad. I could tell we wasn’t gone click off rip.
“You sightseeing, Lil’ momma?” I asked, closing the door behind me. She jumped with fright at the sound of my voice. When she turned around to face me, something within me jolted. I didn’t expect her beauty to cause a nigga to go mute literally. She was a sight for sore eyes no doubt. Her cute pouty lips, button nose, and grey eyes almost compelled me, but I quickly snapped out of it. This was a business deal. Nothing more and nothing less.
“Sorry. I was just admiring your house. It’s pretty nice,” she complimented with a smile. Her perfect pearly whites nearly blinded me.
I may have thought that shit wasn’t gone be more between us, but I underestimated the situation. She was everything I didn’t want, but everything I needed. It was crazy how shit turned out.
“Mr. Banks, we’re here,” I heard the flight attendant say. I didn’t say shit back. I grabbed my bag and jetted towards the truck that was waiting for me. I pulled out my phone and called Black’s phone.
“Old shed in Queens. Be unarmed and hurry up. I think ya’ wife about to pass out.” He chuckled before hanging up. I slammed my phone against my steering wheel a few times out of frustration. I was by myself with a few guns and I was about to enter a war zone. You can’t tell me I didn’t love this fucking girl.
As I was speeding to my destination, I got a call. It was my momma. “Ma, I can’t do this shit with you right now-,”
“Let me tell you something,” she started, cutting me off. “I don’t give a damn what you have to do, but you bring my daughter back. Kill everyone in sight and don’t aim to miss. I want her home by tonight. Do you hear me?” she quizzed. I could tell she was crying, but she wouldn’t admit it. She was too strong of a woman for that.
“I’m gone bring my lil’ momma home,” I assured her. The line went silent and I could hear her sniffling on the other side.
“Good, because if you don’t, I’m gone kill you my damn self,” she spat before ending the call. I threw my phone and pushed down on the gas. I didn’t know what I was walking into, but when I pulled up to the shed, I was ready. I knew I was gone be searched but I put a gun in my sock just in case. I walked carefully to the door and when I pulled it open, my eyes went wide.
“CALI!” I yelled, rushing to my tied up wife’s side. Right before I could touch her, large hands grabbed me up and pulled back to the ground. “FUCK OFF ME
!” I barked, fighting back. Nothing was going to keep me from coming to Cali’s rescue.
“Chill, C. She cool-I mean she do look a little pale.” Black grinned wickedly.
“When I get out this shit, ya’ ass ain’t gone be breathing,” I snapped through clenched teeth. My body grew warm as I thought of all the ways I would kill this nigga. Swear his death was gone be long and slow.
“Damn, somebody pissed. Wouldn’t you rather it be me to take her than some of these Jamaicans? She would be dead by now.”
I ignored him and kept my eyes trained on, Cali. She did look pale and there was blood leaking from the chair she was sitting on. I had to get her out of here. “Look, Black I got all the shit you want. Now let her go before I be tempted to fuck you up. Just because a nigga restrained, don’t mean I won’t still be me. Bitch nigga ain’t in my blood like it is yours,” I spat.
“Bitch nigga? I just took over Jamaica, and now I’m about to take over the state of California. If anything, I’m a boss ass nigga. No thanks to ya’ cousin. Sean a real one. He ain’t dead, but I did beat that nigga half to death for him to help me. Then I beat his ass some more after he tried to leave, but not once did he snitch. But somebody did.” He grinned.
“Bring her out!” he yelled.
From the corner of my eye, I saw two figures walking towards me. I couldn’t even look surprised when I saw Monique being walked in by my uncle Raz. He was a snake and she was a trifling ass bitch. I should’ve known.
“Compton, I promise you I didn’t tell them any-,”
“Shut the fuck up!” Uncle Raz roared, pushing her down the floor. I couldn’t believe she was gone sit here and lie to me, in my face. But then again, yes I could. It was Monique.
“I knew you was gone be a snake. When I get out this shit, you second on my hit list,” I warned.
“Yea, whatever nephew. You and my brothers don’t have what it takes to run this empire. Black does. And with me by his side, he gone be the king,” he said, grinning.