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  “Shut up punk!” she giggled. “I’m going over to Lala’s house. We about to get our hair done and just chill; girl time,” she replied applying lip gloss to her lips.

  “Not dressed like that you ain’t.”

  “What’s wrong with what I got on? It’s hot as fuck outside.”

  “I don’t give a fuck, go change those little ass shorts.”

  “No,” she said crossing her arms under her breasts.

  “Well call Lala and tell her you ain’t going nowhere.”

  “You got life fucked up,” she replied grabbing her purse and keys.

  Lisa’s ass always wanted to be so dominant. Her headstrong ass ain’t know how to be a good girl and listen to her man at times. I had to roughen her ass up to get my point across. Pushing her back into the wall, I grabbed her by the throat, gently squeezing, and unbuckled her shorts and snatched them off of her.

  “You wear these in the house while you with me,” I said with my hands still around her throat. “Now go change!”

  “Fuck you!” she spat when I let her go.

  “Kick Aunt Flow’s bitch ass out then I’mma be deep up in them guts,” I smirked.

  I watched her ass do the Miami jiggle in those little ass Victoria Secret boy shorts she wore. Her ass was on colossal as it ate up them draws. My dick began to jerk. I had to settle his ass down before I got blue balls.

  Walking up the stairs, I stripped down naked, walking towards the bathroom. I bumped into Lisa who had changed her outfit and was now wearing a blue, black, and white maxi dress that was a little too tight. Slapping her on the ass, I nodded my head in approval of her outfit changed, then jumped in the shower.

  “What are you still doing here?” I asked walking into the room after my shower wrapped in a towel.

  Lisa was sitting on the bed, engrossed in her phone.

  “I was waiting on you to drop me off,” she replied never looking up from her phone.

  “What’s wrong with your car?” I asked searching for something to wear.

  “Nothing, I just don’t feel like driving.”

  “How you getting home?”

  “You.”

  “Man, I got shit to do.”

  “Stop bitching and hurry up. I’m ready to go,” she snapped.

  Shaking my head, I grabbed a pair of black cargoes, a blue Polo shirt, and my blue and black Nikes, then got dressed. I took my blue and black fitted cap from my hat collection and placed it on my head.

  “Why you tryna dress like me?”

  “Shut up and let’s go before I leave your ass.”

  Walking out the house I locked the door behind us, and unlocked the door to Lisa’s pearly white Mercedes Benz.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “What?”

  “You just had to drive my shit.”

  “Hell, you ain’t finna be burning up my gas,” I said putting the car in gear and pulling off.

  The drive to Lala’s house wasn’t a long one. In ten minutes I was pulling into her driveway.

  “Tell Lala I said what’s up,” I said putting the car in park.

  “Yeah. See you later, love you,” she replied opening the car door to get out.

  I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to me. Placing a kiss on her neck, I then brought her lips to mine, thrusting my tongue in her mouth. She sucked on my tongue before allowing it to tango with hers.

  “I wish y’all nasty motherfuckers would get the fuck out my driveway doing all that shit,” Lala said scaring the fuck out of both of us.

  “Where are you coming from?” Lisa asked her.

  “The doctors,” she said leaning against the car.

  “Did you…”

  “No bitch!” she laughed. “I went for a check-up.”

  “Tell yo’ boy to bring me my damn kids!” she snapped looking at me.

  “Hey, that’s between you and him,” I said putting my hands up.

  “Mmm hmm. Lisa let’s go before we miss our hair appointment. I am in search for a new man so I have to get cute, ya know,” Lala purposely said trying to be slick.

  “Lala, get fucked up by Stacks if you want to.” I smirked.

  “Boy bye! Lisa, I’m about to go use the bathroom. Yo’ ass better be off his dick and in the car waiting by the time I get back,” she said tossing Lisa the keys then walking towards the front door.

  “You better listen to your girl,” I said giving Lisa a quick peck on the lips.

  I watched her get out the car and walk towards the door before I pulled off. Kandi started to blow me up again. Turning my phone off I powered on my business phone and headed towards the beach house Stacks was staying in. I parked behind his black Navigator, got out the car and used the spare key to let myself in. As soon as I opened the door I spotted the twins in front of the TV in a big pile of toys, surrounded by a big gate.

  “Why you got them kids locked up?” I asked, giving Stacks a pound.

  “Man, these kids tearing the house up,” he laughed, looking up at me from his Mac Book Pro. “This is the only way I could get some work done.”

  “You talk to ya girl?”

  “Nah, she blocked all my numbers. I’m about to go over there and knock some sense into her ass.”

  “I was just over there dropping Lisa off.”

  “You saw her?” he asked closing the laptop.

  “Yeah, she was coming from the doctors.”

  “What kind of doctor?” he asked with his voice filled with concern.

  “Chill bruh, a regular doctor.”

  “Okay, she kept spitting some fly shit about killing my seed. I was three seconds from going over there and fucking her ass up, real shit.”

  “Oh, and she told me to tell you to bring her damn kids back,” I said, rolling my neck imitating Lala.

  “Man, we chilling. She’ll be okay.”

  “Aight now, fuck around with that goon if you want to; she gon’ body yo’ ass,” I laughed.

  “Shut up. On some real shit tho, I need you to go slide up on them young nigga in the PJs; they making shit hot over there.”

  “I gotchu,” I said nodding my head.

  “Take care of that drop for me, too, bruh. I’m a little tied up with the youngins.”

  “I’m on it boss man.”

  “I’m tryna have this club opened up in three weeks; shit stressing a nigga. I’m supposed to hire bartenders and shit.”

  “I feel you, bruh; just hit me up if you need me,” I responded getting up to go handle the drop.

  “Drop the fetti off to the spot on 63rd when you’re done.”

  “I’mma get up at you when I’m ready to count it,” I said walking towards the door.

  “Good looking out bruh.”

  I chopped it with my god kids for a little bit before I left the house and headed to the PJs. The PJs was where majority of the money came from. Those projects had more crackheads than roaches. Pulling up to the trap, I parked my car and headed inside.

  “What the fuck y’all in here doing?” I said looking around.

  These niggas had the nerve to be sitting around smoking, getting their dicks sucked, when there were fiends out there that needed their fix.

  “I’m about to body all you fuck nigga if the money ain’t right. The fuck y’all think this is? Y’all ain’t getting paid to sit and chill,” I snapped, grabbing Lil B by the collar of his shirt. “You supposed to be running shit and you over here getting that little ass dick sucked. Let my money not add up, I bet I cut your Oscar Myer wiener off, fuck with it.”

  After kicking the bitches out, I made Lil B count every single last dollar by hand. He was lucky none of my shit came up missing ‘cause it was about to be his ass.

  “Close this shit down. Dumb ass niggas brought bitches where money was supposed to be made! Now I gotta relocate. None of you niggas getting paid; y’all learn not to be stupid next time,” I said packing up the money. “I want
this shit shut down now! Y’all done. I’mma get some real hustlers that’s about money to handle this block. I’m sending y’all asses back to the Dale since y’all can’t handle making real money.

  The Dale was one of our driest areas. The only reason we still had a shop set up there is because we had some regulars that would cop from us by the boat load on the first of every month.

  “This some bullshit,” Nel, one of the corner boys said under his breath.

  “Speak up little nigga,” I said getting in his face. “Cat got your fucking tongue?”

  Young ass niggas; still was wet behind the ears and called themselves wanting to be a hustler.

  “Hurry the fuck up I got shit to do,” I said loading the duffle bags in the trunk.

  My phone started to buzz; it was a text from Kandi.

  Kandi: I will be there in three days and we need a place to stay.

  Shaking my head, I placed the phone back in my pocket. This bitch was going to be a pain in my fucking ass.

  Chapter 4

  Lala

  Running to the toilet for the fourth time in the past hour, I threw up everything that was in my system to the point that I was throwing up clear liquids. I was feeling so weak that I didn’t have the strength to pull myself up. I just found out that I was sixteen weeks pregnant with a little girl and so far this little diva was kicking my ass.

  Dragging myself to the shower, I turned on the water and allowed it to run until the temperature was nice and warm. Stripping, I got in the shower and allowed the water to make love to my skin. The warm water beating against my skin felt so good that I ended up standing there until the water turned ice cold. Quickly washing up my body, I rinsed off and exited the shower.

  Dressed in a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, I walked to the kitchen in search of something to cook. Stacks was bringing the kids home and I wanted to make sure I had dinner done for them. Pulling out some chicken wings, I placed them in the sink and cleaned them off. Seasoning the meat, I made sure the deep fryer was nice and hot before frying them. As I was taking the food out of the fryer, someone started banging on my door like a fucking maniac.

  I walked to the door and opened it. My heart stopped; butterflies filled my belly, and I became love sick. Staring into the eyes of the love of my life, I wanted to jump in his arms. I wanted things to go back to the way they used to be, but he fucked up royally.

  “Hey mommy’s babies,” I said reaching for my twins. “Are y’all hungry?”

  “I’m hungry,” Stacks said licking his lips.

  “That’s Carla’s problem,” I said walking with my kids into the kitchen.

  I sat them in their high chairs. Pulling the meat off the bone, I placed a couple of pieces of fried chicken on each plate. I made sure the food wasn’t too hot before placing it in front of them. The scent of Stacks’ cologne let me know that he was in the kitchen watching me like a hawk. I was starting to lose focus. After filling their sippy cups with apple juice, I walked out of the kitchen.

  Once I made it to my room, I flopped down on the bed and allowed the tears to fall freely.

  “When you gon’ stop playing these games,” Stacks said taking a seat on the bed.

  “What games? I’m done with you,” I said trying to convince myself.

  “You mad and I understand why. I’m sorry. I fucked up, but this temper tantrum that you throwing ain’t finna fix shit.”

  “Temper tantrum? You think I’m throwing a temper tantrum?”

  “Yes Lala, I gave you time to cool off so now it’s time to talk this out like adults.”

  “I don’t have shit to say.”

  “Man,” he said kicking off his shoes and laying his back up against the headboard. “Why are you in here crying if you over it?” he asked pulling me up on top of him.

  It felt so good to be in his arms again. My body melted and I felt myself getting weak all over again. Burying my head in the crook of his neck, I inhaled him taking in the Curve cologne that I loved so much.

  “I can’t do this with you,” I whispered.

  “Why?”

  “There’s a chance that you might have fathered another child. You cheated on me. You did everything to me that James did, and I am better than that. I deserve better.”

  “You don’t think I could give you what you deserve?”

  “I used to think that.”

  “How’s my baby?”

  “I don’t know. Go call Carla and ask her,” I said getting off of him.

  “Why you gotta play so much?” he asked, pulling me down and getting on top of me.

  He tried to kiss me, but I moved my head and he ended up kissing my neck. His hands crept in my shorts as he found my love button and began to stroke it. Why did his ass have to come over here to play with my emotions and shit?

  “Stop,” I moaned.

  “That’s what your mouth says, but your pussy is begging for attention.”

  “Stacks, go check on your twins.”

  I let out a sigh of relief when he got up and walked out of the room. I walked to the door and locked it. I planned on staying locked in this room until he left. I was about to doze off when I heard banging on the door.

  “Lala, open the door.”

  “No, chill with your kids then go. There’s no need for you to be in here!!” I yelled out.

  “Lala, I’m not finna play with your childish ass. Open up the fucking door before I kick this bitch down!”

  “Stacks, why can’t you just let me be, damn? You must want me to pump some more hot lead in yo ass,” I said hoping that it would scare him off.

  There was silence. I waited for five minutes. When I didn’t hear anything I assumed that he decided to leave. I was about to open the door, until it flew off of the hinges, almost knocking me down.

  “What the fuck!” I screamed staring at my room door that was now lying on the ground.

  “I’m done playing with your ass. Sit down!” His voice boomed through the room making me jump.

  The look in his eyes let me know that he wasn’t playing and that he would lay my ass out. Walking towards the bed, I sat down with my back towards to him. He deeply sighed before taking a seat next to me.

  “Give me your fucking hand,” he finally said after ten minutes of silence.

  “Why you…”

  “Man, give me your damn hand before I break it!”

  I held my hand out and watched as he snapped an iced out charm bracelet around my wrist. I studied the bracelet admiring every charm. The gesture made my heart smile, but I had to keep reminding myself that I was mad.

  “Stacks I can’t…”

  “Shut up and listen,” he said cutting me off. “I love you Lala, and I admit that I fucked up. I am wrong and I am man enough to admit that shit. If Carla’s baby is mine, there is no way in hell that I am going to let that child grow up without being in his or her life. That’s just not type of man I am. That doesn’t change how I feel about you. Whether the baby is mine or not I still want you to be my wife; I still want to spend the rest of my life with you.

  Right now you’re mad, and I get it. I’mma back off and let you cool off some more. It’s a lot to swallow so I’mma give you your space. However, that doesn’t mean shit. You are still my fiancé until you get ready to walk down the aisle and become my wife,” he said wiping away the tears that were now falling down like rain drops.

  “I fucked up. I never meant to cause you this much pain. It breaks my heart to see you hurt like this. You see this charm here?” he said pointing to the charm with the broken heart. “This charm is a symbol of this speed bump that we will get over.”

  “Stacks, I can’t do this anymore. I keep losing myself in men that keep taking me for granted. If being with you taught me anything, it taught me to know my worth. You were the same guy who gave me this speech on knowing my worth, and how not to take James shit, but you turn around and pull some shit that he would do.
So tell me this Stacks, why should I forgive you?”

  I searched in his eyes, praying and hoping that he would give me an answer that would make me change the way I was feeling towards him. Instead he looked at me then placed his head in his hands. He finally realized where I was coming from and he didn’t have the answer to fix it.

  “I’ll keep the bracelet as a souvenir of our relationship, but I can’t keep this,” I said removing the ring off of my finger.

  “Lala…”

  “Please respect my decision Stacks. This is already hard for me so please don’t make it any harder.” Placing the ring in his hand, I kissed his lips one last time.

  I felt all of the air leave my body as he stood up to leave. I wanted to jump on his back and tell him to climb in bed with me. I wanted him to suck and fuck all the pain out of me in hopes that I would feel better.

  “You’re having a little girl,” I said before he could walk out of the door.

  He looked back at me, nodded his head, and then headed towards the kids room. After spending thirty minutes in their room, I heard the front door open and close, followed by the alarm.

  My phone started to buzz. Swiping the text icon, I read the message from Stacks.

  Hubby: I’m sorry. Please don’t do this.

  Leaving his message unanswered, I scrolled to the contacts icon and changed his name from Hubby to Anthony. If I was going to get over him, I had to rid myself over everything that had to do with him. Too bad I couldn’t up and disappear because of the kids. Getting up to check on the kids, I gave them both a kiss, and then laid my body down on the daybed that was in their room.

  Chapter 5

  Stacks

  “This shit on point,” Ralph said as we walked around my new sports bar/ night lounge.

  Boss’ Lounge spanned 80,000 square feet. The longue held four levels. The main floor held the sports bar, where you could eat, drink, watch sports and just chill. The second floor was the lounge where you could be entertained by beautiful ladies, kick back, and watch ass bounce everywhere. The third floor was nightlife where the club was held, and the fourth floor was the VIP section.

  “Yeah man, to finally see my vision come to life is amazing yo. I been sitting on this idea for years now,” I replied, passing the blunt back to him.