Love in the Trap Page 9

  When I arrived home, Mia was in the kitchen cooking up a storm. She must have been trying to get on my good side because she had a pot of greens going, fried chicken, cornbread, wild rice, and a chocolate lava cake on the menu for dinner. She knew I was a nigga that loved to eat; that’s why she always made sure I came home to a cooked meal. Even if she didn’t cook, she would gladly get up and fix me something if I asked her to.

  “What you want?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her.

  “What you mean, bae?” She asked, raising the spoon of greens to my face so I can have a taste.

  “You in here cooking a five course meal and shit, so what my baby want?” I replied, while chewing on the food that was in my mouth.

  “Damn, I do something nice for my man and I gotta want something.” She giggled.

  “How did everything go with Hot Rod?” She asked, as she frosted the cake.

  “It went straight.”

  “Did you figure out everything you needed to?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “And?”

  “And what?” I asked.

  “What did you decide?”

  “You so hype about doing this shit. What, you tryna low-key fuck with that nigga?” I asked.

  “Man, here you go with that insecure shit.” She waved me off.

  “Don’t get it fucked up. Ain’t shit about me insecure, you just seem too anxious to do this shit.”

  “I want to do this shit for us! I see how it’s stressing you that you can’t hustle the way you want to because you don’t have the funds, and that shit hurts me. I want to be able to do anything in order for my man to be great, and if that means setting up niggas, I’m down. Remember we was getting this money together before you was my man.” She argued.

  “I get it, but damn, I’mma feel less of a man for having my chick go out and handle shit I’m suppose to be doing. What kind of man gives they ol’ lady the ok to fuck with another nigga?”

  “You will be handling what you have to. I’m just going to be your informant to report back to you with what you need to execute this plan. Don’t feel like you pushing me in the arms of the next nigga because you ain’t. You ain’t forcing me to fuck niggas for money. I have no intentions on fucking him. I bet in a month, maybe two, I’ll have all the information I need, and before he could slide up in this pussy, you would have already murked his ass.” She said, somewhat making sense.

  “Man!!!” I stressed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

  “Listen baby, I’m your Bonnie. I’m down to ride. We’re takers baby, we take shit and make it happen, that’s all we know. Life ain’t deal us the perfect hand, but we taking that shit, no question asked. We gon be straight baby, you gotta trust me.” She kissed me on the lips.

  “I swear if you fuck that nigga, I’mma kill you.”

  “If you fuck that bitch, I’mma kill you.” She said, causing my heart rate to speed up.

  “What bitch?” I asked.

  “There better not be no bitch. Shit, I’ll beat a bitch’s ass. YUP!!” She giggled.

  “You so damn silly.”

  “I’m also so damn madly in love with you.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Yup!!” She beamed.

  “Then fix your nigga something to eat. I’m starving.”

  “Go wash up, baby. I gotchu.”

  On my way to the bathroom, Gina, a chick I used to fuck with before Mia and I got exclusive, started blowing me up. I kept forwarding her until she sent a text saying it was imperative that she spoke with me. Ignoring her pleas, I undressed and was about to jump in the shower before my phone interrupted my plans.

  “What you want man?!” I snapped, through the receiver of my phone.

  “You ain’t gotta answer the phone like that. I know you see me calling you.”

  “I did and I was purposely ignoring you because I don’t fuck with you anymore. Lose my damn number before you cause some unnecessary drama with my girl. She ain’t the one to be fucked with.” I warned.

  “I wasn’t calling on no let’s chill type shit, I was calling on some in eight months we about to be parents type shit,” She said, causing me to look at the phone all crazy, as if she could see my expression.

  “Bitch, check the caller ID cuz you dialed the wrong motherfucker.” I said, preparing to hang up.

  “No, Romeo, I got the right one.”

  “Fuck off my line with that bullshit ma. I ain’t no sucka ass nigga. I know better than to slide up in a bitch raw, especially if she giving it up after ten minutes of knowing me. I wrapped up and pulled the fuck out before nutting in the condom, so miss me with that fake pregnancy shit. Hell, the only way you gon get some type of conversation is when you get a DNA test on that motherfucker and the results somehow prove it’s mine. Until then, hang that shit up.” I said, banging on her bitch ass.

  I made sure to delete every trace of her and block her from calling and texting me. Shit between Mia and I was good and I ain’t need nothing fucking it up. The next thing I had to do was cut all ties with Lucy. She made sure my pocket stayed laced, but the few bands she threw my way weren’t worth losing my future wife.

  * * *

  I was on my GQ shit, dressed down in a black button down shirt, black dress pants, with the black Ferragamo belt and loafers to match. My jewels were shining, my hair was freshly cut, and the scent of weed mixed in with my Armani cologne gave myself that thuggish scent. My swag was on ten as I sat at my VIP table sipping on some brown and watching Murder from the corner of my eyes.

  Since Mia put me up on game about him frequenting this club on some business type shit, I decided to check it out. This was my third time coming out here to scope shit out and every time I came, I learned something different, like how he would bring his chick on some nights and not on the other. I figured that the night he would bring her would be the night he was handling more business. Cops barely fucked with a nigga that had his bitch on his arm.

  This night in particular, he had his girl with him. She was a bad chick, but she was nowhere on Mia’s level. You didn’t have to hear the chick speak to conclude that she was ratchet. Mia was rough around the ages, but you would have never figured that out unless you got on her bad side.

  I paid close attention to my watch as I watched Murder and a few of his crew get up and walk to the back, accompanied by some security guards. Like clockwork, his girl then waited thirty minutes before walking to the back room too. The rest of his crew stayed behind for a few more hours clowning and throwing money before they left. I was starting to learn his moves and that dumb ass nigga wasn’t even smart enough to catch on.

  When it came to the game, a nigga’s third eye always had to be high on alert. There was so many hungry niggas ready to clown you for your spot, so you had to stay ready. Murder thought because he had a few buff niggas toting around guns he was safe, but little did he know, danger was lurking.

  “You ready to go?” I asked the female that I paid to join me for the night.

  “That’s all you do when you go to the club is sit back, smoke, and drink.” She sucked her teeth.

  The bitch was beginning to become a pain in my ass. I lied to her ass and told her I wanted her to chill with me at the club in order to make my girl jealous. Shit, I even paid her ass to get dressed up and sit pretty, but no, that wasn’t enough. The hoe wanted to dance and flaunt me around to all her friends as if I was really fucking with her, and not paying her three hundred dollars for her services.

  “You knew what it is. My girl got the point no need for yo ass,” I said, waving her off. The only reason I brought her with me was so that I wouldn’t look suspect. Only a nigga on some creep shit came to the club alone.

  “And how do you know she got the point?” She asked.

  “This how.” I said, showing her a text of Mia demanding me to come home.

  Mia had no idea that I was in the club with this bitc
h. She was just ready for me to come home and give her some of this daddy long stroke.

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Ayo, catch a cab, I’m out.” I said, slapping an extra twenty-dollar bill on the table.

  “That’s fucked up,” she whined.

  “Shut up and stop acting like you ain’t know what you signed up for when you took this job opportunity. Shit, what motherfucking employer you know bring their employees home. You lucky I gave your ass cab fare on top of your pay.” I chuckled, gulping down the rest of my drink before walking away and leaving her ass sitting there looking stupid.

  Mia

  With Shanie by my side, we were once again at the club, this time waiting for Murder to show up. After a few arguments and threats, Romeo had given me the ok on Murder and we were now stalking him. Since Shanie was my girl and her boo was in on the plan, I decided to fill her in on the purpose behind me pursuing Murder. Her being cut from the same cloth as me, she understood and was down, but not before warning me on how dangerous of a man he could be.

  “That nigga ain’t coming.” Shanie sucked her teeth.

  “He better come shit I look sexy as fuck.” I said, taking a sip of my drink to calm my nerves. I would never admit this to anyone, but I was a nervous wreck.

  “You thick as fuck in that one-piece jump suit though.” She smiled.

  The Vera Wang ivory and gold pant suit I was wearing laid against my body as if it was a second skin. My ass was on swole and the deep drop in the front had my girls sitting pretty. I was giving all types of sexy appeal from my face that was beat down to my perfectly painted toes that sat pretty in my gold pumps.

  “What Romeo said when you walked out the house?” She asked.

  “He made me change; this wasn’t what I had on before.” I replied, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter.

  “There goes your man. You gonna go talk to him?” Shanie said, nodding her head towards Murder and his crew, who had just walked through the doors. When I saw him with his bitch, I rolled my eyes so hard that if I looked down they probably would have fell out the sockets.

  “Nah, I’mma let him come to me. He been blowing me up like crazy. I bet his mind wondering why I won’t pick up his calls or respond to any of his text.” I smirked.

  “Well, don’t look up now because there he goes.” Shanie giggled.

  Taking a few gulps of my drink, I forced myself to relax. I didn’t want to appear too anxious, so I put on a nonchalant attitude. I barely acknowledged his presence as he walked to our table. I could feel him burning holes in me, but I kept bouncing to the music in my seat.

  “You don’t see me standing here?” He finally spoke up.

  “Oh… No… Damn hey!” I flashed him a smile.

  “Your phone don’t work?” He asked.

  “It does, I just got done talking to a friend on it.” I smirked.

  “Take a walk with me.”

  “I can’t leave my friend just sitting here, that’s rude.”

  “She straight. Take a walk with me now. Don’t make me act a fool.” He replied, with the clench of his jaw.

  I wasn’t even giving him no type of play and he was already acting possessive with me. I didn’t know if it was my pretty face, long natural hair, or my to die for body, but Murder was definitely on some other type shit, especially since his bitch was not too far from us. Instead of being defiant, I decided to get up and follow behind him. When I saw his little pet get up, I was preparing myself for her to jump stupid, but all she did was whisper something in his ear and looked the other way as if she didn’t see her man walking around the club with another woman; one badder than her.

  “Why you playing me?” he asked, when we were in a secluded, quiet area.

  “What are you talking about?” I innocently asked.

  “You hang up on me and never call me back. You see me blowing your ass up, but you still duck a nigga. What you got a man or something?” He asked, getting in my personal space.

  “N-n- No.” I stuttered.

  He was so close that I could feel his breath on my neck. The scent of weed mixed with his Winter Fresh gum penetrated my nose causing chills to run down my spine. This nigga was fine as fuck and cockier than a motherfucker.

  “When you see my number flash across that screen you answer or there will be some fucking problems.” He snapped.

  “I’m not that chick you got sniffing behind your ass, so you gon have to chill with the demands.” I snapped.

  “Mmm, a feisty chick, that shit’s a turn on.” He replied, twirling my hair between his fingers.

  “This your real hair huh?” He asked, examining it.

  “I was born with everything on me.” I replied.

  “Vera Wang,” He said, looking me up and down. “So you was born with money.” He chuckled.

  “Nah, I was born with determination. I’m a hard worker who knows how to work for what she wants.”

  “I like that shit. What are you doing tomorrow?” He asked.

  “I have class.”

  “What school do you go to?”

  “Broward College.”

  “What is your major?” He asked.

  “Social Behavioral Science and Human Services.” I replied.

  “What kind of work do you see yourself doing after you graduate?” He asked.

  “I want to be a relationship coach and or marriage counselor.” I honestly replied.

  “Why?”

  “I still believe in love.” I said, with Romeo heavy on my mind. Imagining his handsome face now had me cheesing from ear to ear.

  “That’s what’s up. When we gon’ link up?” Murder asked.

  “How about Tuesday? I’m free then.”

  “Got the club going up on a Tuesday.” He sang causing me to laugh.

  “Iight, Tuesday it is. They say your word is ya bond, so I got your word you won’t flaw me out?”

  “You got my word.” I replied. “But how would your girl feel about that?”

  “Who Trixie? Nah, she cool, she know what it is.”

  “Just making sure. I’d hate to have to get out of character on a date.” I smirked.

  “You are something else.” He chuckled, inching closer to me causing me to get nervous.

  “Are we done here?” I’m sure my home girl is looking all mean in the face because I left her.”

  “Yeah, we’re done. Go holla at your girl. Don’t flaw me out now.”

  “I won’t.” I replied, with a huge smile on my face, as I walked back to my VIP table. The plan was now in full affect and there was no going back now.

  * * *

  When it came time for my date, Romeo left the house. He was in a funky mood and I couldn’t understand why. He made the rules loud and clear and I was going to obey them. If this was going to work, I was going to need him to trust me.

  I spent the last hour trying to call him and see if he was straight, but he kept sending me to voicemail. I hated when Romeo got like that. He was so use to bottling his feelings that he didn’t know when to express them. As I got dressed for my date, I was in a sour mood. Romeo was my spine and with him being mad at me, I felt like I couldn’t function properly.

  Instead of getting jazzed up, I decided to wear a pair of acid washed distressed jeans, a white crop top, and a pair of royal blue pumps that matched my bag. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and placed my diamond studs in my ear. I wasn’t feeling the makeup thing today, so I decided to go with my natural face, with the exception of some lipstick.

  As I pulled out of the driveway to meet Murder at the restaurant he suggested for our date, I had my phone glued to my ear calling Romeo. I screamed when again he forwarded me to the voicemail. I was about to cancel my date until Murder sent me a text about my word being my bond. With tears streaming down my face, I drove, praying that my phone would ring and Romeo would call me and tell me we were good. I needed for us to be good. I d
idn’t know what I would do if Romeo decided he didn’t want to be with me. Yeah, it’s only been four months, two weeks, and four days, but my heart felt like it had been years since we’ve been together.

  I made it to the restaurant fifteen minutes before our scheduled time, so I decided to give Romeo a try again, but this time he beat me to it.

  “Hello?” I answered the phone, trying to contain my smile.

  “Sorry about that bae, I was making some moves,” He said, sounding calm.

  “You high?” I asked.

  “Yeah, and drunk too.” He chuckled.

  “Baby, come on man.” I whined.

  “I’m cool, Mia. I know you about to go on this lil date and I want you to remember that this is all business. Pay attention to him and make sure you take note of anything that may seem odd. Make sure you eavesdrop on conversations when you can, and remember my kitty stays untouched.”

  “I gotchu baby.”

  “Good, I love you, bae. See you later.”

  “I love you, too.” I cooed, before hanging up the phone.

  All it took was for him to validate his love for me to feel on top of the world. Now that Romeo and I were now good, I could proceed with this date, minus the terrible attitude I had. Checking myself in the mirror, I made sure I had no cold in my eyes or boogers in my nose before I stepped out and made my way to the front door.

  Yolo was a nice upscale restaurant slash club. It was my first time coming here and I was in love. Romeo and I barely did lavish dates, so I was enjoying the scenery.

  “I’ve been waiting on you.” Murder said, appearing out of nowhere.

  “Oh shit, you scared me.” I said, placing my hand on my heart.

  “I pulled up right after you did, but you was too busy sitting in the car making me wait.”

  “In fashion, you’re never the first person to arrive to an event.” I said, with a smile.