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“So you don’t plan to see what the crazy bitch wants?” Dominique asked.
The two of us were seated in our regular section inside of DayLux and he was asking me about Zoey. I hadn’t heard from her ass since I’d had to put her in her place back in Vegas. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to hear from me though. She had been blowing a nigga up so much that I had to block her from my phone and all of my social media. Now her crazy ass was calling my cousin and me private.
“Naw, I don’t give a fuck what she wants. Shit’s a dub.”
“Yeah, I know, but Celeste talking shit now because she keep fucking calling me.” He frowned. “Bitch ain’t even my hoe, but she causing problems with my girl.”
“Your girl?” I grinned. “So, you’re finally admitting you’re in a relationship?”
“Out of everything that I’ve been on a rant about, that’s what you got out of that?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “That was all that you said that was relevant. I’m definitely not about to entertain Zoey’s ass.”
“You a clown.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, and your ass in love.”
“Oh mothafucka I know you ain’t talking,” he spat playfully, looking me up and down.
Laughing, I took a sip from my drink and said, “I mean I’m not the one contesting my relationship status or how I feel about my girl.”
“Fuck you, nigga, I’m not either.”
Just as I got ready to respond, my phone vibrated. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled it out and saw that it was Lani texting me.
Pharaoh told the kids that I was a hoe.
I frowned as I replied.What?
Yeah. Si just asked me what a hoe was and I asked him where he got it from and he replied that was what his father told him that I was.
Word. I’ll holla at buddy.
No, babe, I don’t want you getting involved.
Naw, his ass wanted me to get involved when he told our kid that his mother was a hoe. Yeah, I got his bitch ass, don’t sweat it. Let me handle it.
Baby…
Baby nothing. I’ll see y’all soon.
She said okay, so I pushed my phone back into my pocket.
“Fuck you pouting and shit for?”
“Fuck you, nigga, I’m a grown ass man, I don’t pout.”
“Well whatever you call it mothafucka, what’s got your face all tight and shit?”
“Kehlani’s baby daddy. He told Si that his mama was a hoe.”
“What?” Now his face mirrored mine. We didn’t do hoe ass shit, and as much dirt as we did, we didn’t make it our business to purposely disrespect women.
“Yeah, the nigga been asking for me to beat the fuck out of him, he’s about to get that shit now.”
I was mentally planning out accidentally running into him so that I could break his fucking face. I’d been letting him slide long enough. He had been doing little shit to fuck with Lani and I had been letting her handle it because she asked me to, but no more. I was at my wit’s end with the shit. He’d stopped sending her bread for them, stopped going half on their tuition, even when he was supposed to have them, he didn’t; they were at his parents’ crib. That was trifling as fuck. He couldn’t be that hurt that his baby mother had moved on.
Dominique had taken another shot when my phone started to vibrate again. I fished it out of my pocket and saw that it was Jocey FaceTiming me. Quickly, I swiped to answer her call. The very first thing that I noticed was that she was crying.
