Page 57 of Love's Most Wanted
“So now that we know yo’ ass is still married, when you gon’ tell the ladies you can’t get out of the shit?” Shakur asked, stepping up for his turn to toss the small, red ball.
Them muthafuckas had clearly told him everything.
“I don’t know, my nigga.” I shrugged, not really in the mood to discuss this. I wanted to rag on them niggas and get drunk, not discuss my personal life and the fact that I was married, neither of my girlfriends knew, and that I kind of wanted to stay married and let the lifestyle I’d fought so hard for go.
“You ever think yo’ unwillingness to be with one is out of immaturity, nigga?” Cemone questioned. Of all fucking people, this nigga. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even say much to him about the shit because he wasn’t on that no more.
“Nah, it just don’t feel right, like I said before. But having both Daisy and Aurora feels… right. What one don’t have, the other does, and vice versa.”
“Aight, then you need to work a little harder to let ya wife go, nigga, ’cause she don’t want no parts of that,” Asif said, taking his turn.
“She don’t want it ’cause she got an idea of what shit would be like, and that’s not the case. She could end up liking the arrangement. We like family.”
“Y’all ain’t like no fucking family, muthafucka.” Khari chuckled out of shock. “You can’t even keep them hos from arguing over every got damn thing. Last get-together, them hos was fighting about who was gon’ make yo’ damn plate.”
The rest of my brothers clamored in agreement.
“That’s a good problem to have.” I played it off, knowing full well I didn’t like the fact that I often had to play referee with the ladies.
Sometimes, I wanted to do shit with them both, but it was difficult as fuck, and I would always second guess the shit, knowing I didn’t wanna deal with the bickering over the smallest shit.
“Regardless, if you got respect for lil mama, then you don’t need to be trying to make her be a part of some shit she don’t want, nigga. Once she told yo’ ass no, that should’ve been it,” Asif said.
“Facts. ’Cause if she tried to make you one of her many niggas, you’d be hot—crashing the fuck out,” Lequay added.
“Nah, I’d just shoot ’em or have Sif do it.” I shrugged, stepping back up for my turn.
“Nigga, you ain’t gon’haveme do shit. Now you can ask a nigga nicely, and I’ll pencil you in on the murder calendar,” Asif replied, causing my brothers to crack up. “But you let me know when you wanna take out that bitch nigga she used to fuck with. I got an opening for that right now.”
That didn’t sound too bad, but AJ hadn’t made any noise since popping up on me. And as harmless as the nigga was, siccing Asif on him didn’t seem fair. It would be like robbing an old ass blind lady.
“Shit, I just might,” I jested. “Now can we focus on the game? Ain’t shit to see here in my life.” I nodded toward the cups lined on the table.
Thankfully, them niggas agreed.
* * *
Feeling fucked up for how I’d been doing Aurora and Daisy, I’d decided to make one last effort to try and get shit back to how it was pre-Kabrina.
I realized that since I’d married her, I’d only been thinking about her, trying to see her, calling her, and focusing solely on her. I thought for a moment that if I was doing the shit unintentionally, then being with her would be easy as fuck. But I didn’t know if shit would change once I actually had her. Could’ve been that I was so wrapped up in her because she was unattainable but also because I had two other women right here. I was struggling out in these fucking streets.
“This place is nice. And I am starving.” Daisy beamed, looking good as fuck in the tight ass dress she had on.
“Good. Get whatever you want tonight.” I kissed the side of her face, then went to help Aurora sit.
We all studied the menu, and for some reason, shit was awkward. We usually always had something to talk or joke about, but it was silent except for the clinking of silverware around us.
“Are we ready?” The waiter approached, and I could tell she was trying to understand the dynamic between us.
“I am.” Daisy shut her menu, starting off the ordering.
Once we finished and put in an order for some drinks and appetizers as well, the waitress switched off.
“So um… how is the YouTube shit going? I haven’t seen a video in a minute,” I said to Aurora.
“Yeah,” she sighed, eyeing her nails, “it’s just a hobby, so I kind of slowed up on it. It’s boring now.”
I nodded. “So what you gon’ get into now?”
