Page 48 of Juice

“You did.” Nariah scoffed. “I know you, Julius. You love that girl, that’s why you fucked around with her for so long.”

“I ain’t mean for it to end up like this. I cut Tamia off, and I guess she jus?—”

“Just what?” Nariah spat. “Bitter. She’s bitter ‘cause the nigga she been fucking with up and decided he wanted to be faithful. If we gone be anything Julius be fucking for real.”

“What can I do to fix this Nariah?”

“What can you do to fix this?” She repeated. Palming my face Nariah mushed my ass. “What you could’ve done was keep ya dick in ya pants and not fuck that girl. You could’ve kept it a bean and put me on game instead of embarrassing me by letting this girl air yo ass out on social media. You could’ve done a lot but like a fucking coward you didn’t. So now you gotta live with me moving on.”

Umph, I see what type of time Nariah on. She was popping off at the mouth and shit and all I saw was fucking red. Talking ‘bout how she was gone go give her pussy to a nigga that deserved it. And I was all kind of fuck niggas and ain’t shit ass niggas. She was gone hurt me like I hurt her and all that rara shit. Grabbing her by the robe I hiked her ass up against the door.

“Fuck off me! I’m just talking to her.” I raged when Byron tried to pull me off her. “Nariah I will murk you. I love you butI’ll kill you if you even think ‘bout fucking with another nigga. You don’t want that on yo conscience love, I promise you don’t.”

“Julius this late in the game your threats don’t move me. I’m done with yo ass.”

Getting eye level with her I chuckled. “You ain’t done with shit.” I let her robe go. “Go fuck a nigga if you want and yo folks gone be picking out yo burial plot.”

“Julius, fuck you.” She laughed manically. “Niggasbeenin my inbox. I been playing them niggas to the left for yo nothing ass. I’ll go fuck a nigga, get pregnant, and bring the baby home for you to raise!”

Nariah pushed the wrong fucking button. I knew she was mad and all but that bullshit she just let slip out of her mouth cut a lil too deep. “Bitch you got me fucked up!” Before I could catch myself, my hand was landing across her face.

The hallway grew eerily quiet. Nariah’s mouth was gaped wide opened, and her hand was over the area I struck. It took a few seconds for the shit I had done to register in everyone’s mind.

“Nigga you muthafucking tripping.” This time when Byron pushed me back, I didn’t fight him on it.

Rushing to Nari’s side he walked her further into the crib while I stood there with my hands on my head. “Nariah, I’m sorry.”

“Get out!” She wailed and turned back to Byron. “I’m calling the cops.”

“I’m sorry.” Tucking my hands in my pocket I backed out of her crib. I moved on autopilot until I was back outside and sitting in the sprinter. I heard Tito asking me what happened but the sounds of police sirens advancing on us drowned him out.

When twelve pulled up I stepped out of the sprinter with my hands in the air. After reading me my rights I was cuffed and thrown into the backseat. For the first time since I’d been in myposition, my name was now in the blogs all because I fucked the wrong bitch.

Ducking my head I trekked out of the precinct doors with Tito and my attorney beside me. The three of us didn’t utter a word until we were in the back of the black truck pulling away from the precinct.

Tito was the first one to speak up when he asked, “What the fuck were you thinking, Juice?”

Dropping my head I sighed. “I wasn’t.”

“You sure as fuck wasn’t. Byron said Juju was standing in the hallway watching everything unfold.”

“Fuck!” I yelled and punched the seat in front of me. “Bruh, can you take me to get my son?”

“Absolutely not! He’s with Nariah and until I can get this bullshit ass domestic violence charge squared away, you’re not going anywhere near her.”

“I need to see my son, Tito.” I insisted. Right now, my ass was facing some serious ass charges and the only thing that could make this ache in my heart go away was Juju. “Please man. Call Nariah for me and tell her we gone come get him. I’ll stay in here and let you grab him.”

“Juice.” Tito shook his head.

“Tito man please.” I begged. “That’s all I want.” I violated and Nariah had every reason to feel that way she felt. I owed her an apology but right now my focus was on Juju. If what Byron said was true, then I needed to see my son and apologize to him for putting my hands on his mama.

I never in my life wanted to taint the image of me that Juju had. Ain’t never wanna give him a reason to look at me asanything other than his hero. Seeing my son was a must. “Tito.” I said again, stressing just how serious I was.

“Aight man.” Grabbing his phone up he dialed Nariah.

The truck was silent while we waited for her to pick up. “Hello.” She sniffled.

“Nari, listen I’m with Juice.”

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