by Natavia
“Where is Lo-Lo?” I asked Latavia.
“Girl, she hooked up with Sameer and that was it! She doesn’t come around like that because she is always with him. I never thought I would be saying this but I actually like Sameer for her. Y’all bitches better not tell her or him I said that!” Latavia said smiling.
My phone rang and it was O’Shea. I could hear Corey running off at the mouth in the background. Corey and O’Shea were very tight which was odd. O’Shea was more laid back, so you wouldn’t think he and Corey would be so close.
“Hey, hubby!”
“What are you doing? You not making twerk videos for WorldStar are you?” he asked.
I spit out my wine. “Why would you ask me if I’m making a twerk video? Damn it, O’Shea, I was drunk when I was on that table! Why are you still tripping about that?” I asked.
“Corey said Tee-Tee be on that bullshit!” O’Shea said.
“Tee-Tee! Why is your crazy husband putting shit into my man’s head?” I asked her.
“Girl, a while back we did a twerk video and he still bitches about it! He must be drinking white liquor. Corey is getting on my damn nerves,” Tee-Tee said then started laughing.
“He is the world’s biggest jack-ass!” Cam said. O’Shea started asking me questions then I hung up on him. I thought it was cute how jealous he got over me.
“Shut up, Cam! Your man doesn’t want you out of the damn house. Every time you go out you have a curfew,” Tee-Tee said to her.
“You damn right I do and so does he! We are married and we take our vows very seriously. What the hell we need to be out late for? Corey’s ass still stays out late. But you can’t even go to the gas station without that nigga checking the mileage on your car. Now, that’s a possessive-ass nigga right there!” I fell out laughing. Tee-Tee waved Cam off, laughing too.
“What’s going on with you and Shine?” I asked Tejah then she started blushing.
“Honnneeyyyyyyyyy! That nigga dick game is LETHAL! I mean, he had me squirting nonstop and all of that! I swear Shine could be a billionaire if he sold his dick like his mama sells her old plastic pussy! You know that bitch popped on us the other day? I mean she really popped up on him at his house,” she fussed.
“Kenjay told me after I have Adore I could fuck her up,” Latavia said.
“Damn, look at that big-ass house! What the fuck happened?” Tee-Tee asked, looking at the TV on the wall.
“That’s Malore’s house! Britain turn it up!” Tejah said. I turned it up. My mouth dropped when they brought my father and Malore out in handcuffs.
“Malore and her husband, whose real name is Lenny Washington, are being taken into custody after police received an anonymous about illegal activity. Lenny Washington is a criminal and was wanted for three murders and illegal drug activity twenty-three years ago. Lenny was in a car accident and was said to have suffered a brain injury, making him incapable of being arrested. He couldn’t stand trial because his mind was child-like and he couldn’t remember anything before his accident. Years later, it appears that Lenny has been faking his condition, so he wouldn’t be charged. A few weeks ago, Malore called the police because Lenny was brutality attacked by multi-platinum rapper, O’Shea. Lenny didn’t want to file charges because he didn’t want his fake identity, Stephon Smith, to get out. There was twenty kilos of heroine, three military weapons and publicist Risa Capillo’s head found in an unlocked safe,” the reporter said, as the camera zoomed in on my father trying to cover his face.
“So that’s why he pretended to be handicapped! That negro was going to go to jail,” I said out loud.
“Wait a minute! Your daddy isn’t really retarded? That big motherfucker was walking around with Depends on for no reason? No wonder O’Shea beat his ass!” Latavia said, fussing.
“Wait a minute! They found Rissa’s head in his safe? What the fuck is going on? Well, it looks like Malore is going down with him! Thank God she fired us! I don’t want to have any parts in that bullshit!” Tejah fussed.
Cam came over to me then rubbed my back as I broke down and I cried. I hated the man my father turned out to be. He was worse than Yager!
“Awwww, Britain, don’t stress yourself! You have your family. We haven’t known each other long but we are family too! Fuck him! I hope he rots in jail!” Cam said to me.
“Damn it, I’m lost! What the fuck is going on, Britain? Why am I the only one who doesn’t know shit? I’m sick of being in the fucking dark all the time!” Latavia said, fussing.
“A few months ago Lenny showed up at my mama’s house with Fitz looking for O’Shea. He wasn’t there but, to make a long story short, Fitz beat my mama’s ass and I tried helping her out. Fitz hit me too but while all of this was going on my water broke! Lenny shows up smiling and all of that as Fitz, who is my brother by the way, held a gun to my face! O’Shea came in while my own father held a gun to my head! And then someone came in and started shooting. Fitz and Lenny ran!” I said twisting the story. I wasn’t going to tell them Royal, Rico and Corey took Fitz out of the house.
“What the fuck! Why was he mad at O’Shea?” Latavia asked.
“I don’t know! All I know is all the bullshit is over!” I said. Latavia rolled her eyes.
“What’s the problem?” I asked Latavia.
“You are lying! There is more to the story,” she said.
“Even if there was more, why would I tell you? It has nothing to do with you,” I said.
“But I’m sure it has something to do with Kenjay. I know he’s tied into it,” she said.
“Then that’s an issue you take up with your damn man! I’m sure it’s some shit you know but didn’t tell me! You don’t see me over here in my damn feelings! This shit has nothing to do with you, so mind your damn business!” I said, snapping at her.
“Fuck you, Britain,” she said.
“Say what you really feel.” I crossed my arms.
“I think you are wrong for hiding shit from me if Kenjay is involved,” she said.
“Latavia, honey, that’s your assumption! I have nothing to do with that! But what goes on between me and my man is between us! I don’t have to share shit with you just because you assume it involves Kenjay! Do you not see the fucking news? My father has been faking and I’m hurting! Don’t you see that? But I forgot your selfish ass is always concerned about you! This is my fucking moment to vent! I don’t give a fuck about you and Kenjay’s fucking issues right now!” I said. She grabbed her purse then stormed towards the door.
“I still love you!” I said calling after her. She gave me the middle finger then slammed the door as she left.
“That spoiled bitch just slammed my damn door!” I said laughing, wiping my eyes.
“I can’t believe you and her just argued like that. That shit was soooooo fucking wrong. Britain, you didn’t have to say all that to her. All you had to say was we will talk later; now is not the time. What the hell is going on?” Tejah asked pissed. She was right but Latavia had a way of making everything about her.
“I will talk to her later. Right now, I’m just not in the mood, Tejah,” I said. She rolled her eyes at me.
“Women argue all the time. I was ready to whip Jamie’s ass a few weeks ago at the cookout but now she and I are like sisters all over again. It’s love, that’s all! Fake friends don’t argue with each other, remember that,” Tee-Tee said, rubbing her stomach.
“Screw this, I’m hungry! Tejah done overworked me!” Cam said then her phone rang.
“Oh, lord! Her damn bossy-ass husband is calling!” Tee-Tee said.
“Yessss, Royal!” Cam answered with him on speakerphone. His deep voice boomed through the room. Royal had a very sexy voice.
“Yo, what are you doing? Cam, don’t be over there cutting up with Tee-Tee’s hot ass! I’m serious too, shorty! These niggas in here asking if y’all are doing a twerk video! Cam, I swear on my kids, if you are even thinking about it, I’m going to come over there and beat all y’all asses
! That shit is foul!” Royal said seriously. I hadn’t heard Royal talk that much since I met him.
Tee-Tee wobbled over and snatched the phone from Cam.
“Put my bitch-ass husband on the phone! I can hear his dumb ass now!” Tee-Tee said. Corey got on the phone.
“What the fuck do your bald-headed ass want, Tee-Tee?” he asked her.
“Why the fuck is you starting shit with people?” she asked him.
“I’m not starting a fucking thing! Every time you hang out, you show your ass! I’m just giving these niggas a heads up that you are a bad influence,” he said laughing.
“You are just trying to get to me because I won’t let your crazy ass buy a fucking monkey!” she spat and we fell out laughing. Leave it up to them to make me feel better.
“Come on, Tee-Tee, damn! Why you be tripping on me? Let a nigga have a monkey, shit! You killed my snake and iguana! Oh, and my piranhas! You owe me!” he said.
“Corey, sweetie, the answer is NO! I saw ‘Planet of the Apes’! If it starts grabbing your knives and shit, then what? I can see my big ass now running down the hall with Coren and Cara in my arms while that crazy motherfucker chase us with a gun. Nigga, I keep telling you something is wrong with you!” Tee-Tee fussed.
“Fuck you, Tee-Tee! I’m not fucking your ass no more! Matter of fact, your oxtail stew was nasty as shit, shorty! That shit gave me the runs. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. But now, fuck your feelings!” he said, hanging up on her. We laughed as her face dropped.
“Corey is like a big-ass kid,” I said.
“Yeah, he is! But piss that nigga off and you will see a demon. That’s why I love him so much. He has a rough exterior but underneath it all he is very loving. The nigga is seriously crazy but we level each other out,” she said.
My phone went off with a message from an unknown number. I opened the message up and there was a video.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed as I watched my daughter in the bathtub. There were also videos of her in a bedroom getting dressed. Another message came in. It read:
“There are a lot of sick men out here who would enjoy this video. Tell that bitch ass nigga O’Shea he still needs to come up off three million! Just because Rissa is dead don’t mean shit! His bill is still three million dollars!”
Another video played and it was me pleasing myself while O’Shea and I were video chatting on Tango. He was on tour at the time. This sick bastard had been recording us for months! Another one played of O’Shea and I fucking and I let him blast off on my face. We had wild freaky sex that night. We even did anal. I threw up because that was just evil.
As I screamed and cried, Cam, Tee-Tee and Tejah rushed over, asking me what was going on.
Tee-Tee picked up my phone then looked at it. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Who would do this? Especially to a child? Who the fuck would record a fucking child?” she screamed. Tejah told her to calm down because she was pregnant.
“Oh, hell no!” Cam said, getting her phone out.
“Royal, honey, I don’t know what the fuck y’all are doing but y’all need to get the fuck over here!” Cam said. I know he heard me screaming and yelling in the background. I didn’t give a damn about our videos from our bedroom. But the thought of some pervert jerking himself off to Shia was making me sick. I knew there was kiddie porn floating around for some sick fucks. I’ve heard of people paying a lot of money for that type of ungodly mess. Who the fuck been in our house? I wondered. Tejah rubbed my back as I cried my heart out. If my kids were not safe in their own home where else could they be safe?
O’Shea
“Yo, we need to go to your crib! Cam just called me with Britain screaming and yelling in the background,” Royal said.
“What the fuck?” I asked, grabbing my keys and walking out of Kenjay’s restaurant. The rest of the niggas rushed out behind me. Sameer, Shine, Royal, Corey and Kenjay followed behind me in their own whips. If something had happened to my family, I would’ve went postal killing anything in sight!
An hour later, we pulled up to my crib. I hopped out of my car leaving the engine still running. Kenjay ran to the house also with his gun drawn. Thank God the kids were at a sleepover at Pam’s house. Geraldine was staying over there also with Kensi and Shia.
I ran down the long hall into the family room. Britain was on the couch crying and Tejah was rocking her.
“What’s the matter, shorty?” I asked, lifting her head up. She handed me her phone.
“Come on, Britain! You tripping over some pictures? I keep telling you the shit is old!” I said. Rissa’s dumb ass probably leaked the pictures before she got killed, I thought.
“Shut the fuck up and look at the videos!” she said. I prayed to God it wasn’t the video of someone raping Jordan. Corey said he got rid of it when he took her phone after he killed her.
I looked at the video and the first one was of my daughter naked. The next was of her taking a bath. The camera zoomed in on her private part as she washed it.
“Yo, I can’t watch this shit! I can’t watch it!” I said with tears in my eyes.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kenjay asked. I walked outside then broke down. You don’t fuck with a nigga’s kids! Some sick motherfucker was recording my daughter!
“Yo, my nigga, we are going to fucking murk this nigga whole family behind this shit! I didn’t watch the videos but Britain was telling me what was on them. It had to be somebody you let in your house,” Kenjay said, sitting down next to me.
“They zoomed in on my daughter’s private parts! Yo, this shit right here is enough to cause a nigga to serve a life sentence. Yo, I’m going to jail! Just look after my family when I do!” I said to him. Royal came out of the house.
“Shiiidddd, nigga! I’m going to be serving that sentence with you and that’s real nigga shit,” Kenjay said with murder in his eyes.
“Who was that nigga in the video that was raping Jordan?” Royal asked, coming out of the house.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Britain showed us the message. The person stated they still want three million! Nigga, this person was in on that shit with Rissa. You need to figure out who that nigga was and how he had access to your chain. I’m also sure they still have their copy of the video. Corey only deleted Rissa’s copies but we don’t know who this nigga is,” Royal said and Kenjay agreed.
Sameer, Shine, and Corey walked out with residue on them.
“Yo, we knocked down some of the walls and all of that! There are no cameras in there. We are about to look again but I think the person was actually standing in the bathroom with Shia when she was taking a bath,” Shine said. I got sick to my stomach.
“Who the fuck would do this shit?” I asked, my voice trembling. I felt hopeless! A father is supposed to protect his little girl and I failed her.
“I need to get to my daughter! I need my kids!” I said standing up from the step.
“We are going to stay here and check this shit out. We are going to be fucking your walls up though!” Corey said. Sameer took his shirt off getting prepared to do more damage to the crib.
“Shit, in that case let me go back upstairs!” Sameer walked into the house.
“I’m right behind you!” Kenjay said, heading towards his car. I hopped into my own car and peeled off.
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up in front of Leodonis and Pam’s house. I got out then rang the doorbell. Leodonis opened it up with paint on his shirt.
“I’m here to check up on my kids,” I told him. He nodded then let me in.
I walked down the hall, around a corner and down another hall. Their house was too damn big! I went into the room where all the noise was coming from. I opened up the door and paint was flying everywhere. Shia was painting Cam and Royal’s daughter, Parker’s, face.
I ran to her then pulled her into me, squeezing her. She looked confused but I didn’t care. I took her out into the hallw
ay.
“Why are you crying?” Shia asked then I broke down, squeezing her.
Geraldine walked towards us holding Kensi as he sucked on his bottle. I kissed his forehead then his cheek.
“You better not be smoking that crack, boy! Why are you busting up at these kids’ slumber party crying and shit, looking like Eddie Kane from the Five Heartbeats?” she asked.
“I need to talk to my daughter!” I spat.
“Is Britain okay? Oh, lawwddddddd! What happened to my baby?” she slid against the wall. I grabbed my son from her. She fell onto the floor with tears in her eyes, rolling around.
I let Geraldine have her tantrum as I walked to a quiet place with my kids. Kenjay came in then grabbed Kensi from me.
“Has anybody ever touched you?” I asked Shia.