Page 32 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Aight. Bet. I don’t wanna sit here and lie to you, so you might not be seeing your nigga again. I hope you wasn’t too attached.” I could tell that Jersey was pissed, and this chick was lucky he didn’t harm women and children. Warning her was all a part of his plan because the way my brother thought, he wanted them niggas to know that we were on to him.
“I know how this street shit go. Just give me some time to get my money and dip.”
“Damn. You gonna bounce on the nigga like that?” Houston asked, sniggering at the thought.
“I told you I understand how this shit go, so yeah.” She shrugged at her confession.
“Do what you gotta do. I can’t make no promises that I’ll give you time. Depends on how long I take to find this nigga. If I find out you playing games, I’ll be back. My first stop will be your people though, so if I were you, LaRissa Porter, I wouldn’t play that game with me,” Jersey warned.
It was clear that by the time we left, Rissa understood where we were coming from loud and clear.
“So, what you gone do?” Houston asked once we got back in the car. “You think that bitch gone be a problem?”
“Nah. She too focused on the money. That was his first fuck up by not getting a thorough bitch. That’s his problem, though. My only concern is getting this nigga and his bitch ass brother,” Jersey revealed.
Thankful that this mission didn’t take forever and went by smoothly. We were on the road back home, and the only thing I could think about was what the future held for me and Nisha, because she was becoming exhausting. I hoped her ass was asleep when I got back.
23
Shanna
It’d been a few weeks since I’d told Kirby that I was pregnant, and I hadn’t seen him since. I wanted to get rid of this baby, but at the same time, I was scared of what he might do. I knew if I told Jersey, he would take care of it, but he’d also take Jerz from me without hesitating. I was currently out shopping with my homegirl when I ran into Jersey’s stripper hoe girlfriend and another girl. I knew she had to be spending my baby daddy’s money because I knew she didn’t make that kinda money working in that club. I heard she still stayed in the hood with her mama and lil’ sister.
I walked in her direction and stood right in front of her. “I see you looking for new work uniforms,” I taunted.
“Actually, I’m looking for something new to dance for your baby daddy in. See, he loves my private shows. Most of the time, he just wants me to walk ’round the house in it. You think he’ll like this one?” She held up a black two-piece set with a smirk onher face. I wanted to knock that shit off her face so bad, but I didn’t feel like hearing Jersey’s mouth.
“Whatever, hoe. You bet not be ’round my son in that thot shit. I thought Jersey would have better class than to lower his standards.”
“Seeing that he has a kid with you, I’ll say he raised the bar. Now if you’d excuse me, I need to go pay for my shit and get back to my man.” She walked off with her friend in tow, both sniggering at me. I was usually able to run off whatever hoes Jersey entertained by now. He must have really liked this one.
“Damn, girl. You gone let her talk to you like that?” my friend Kina asked.
“I’m not thinking about that bitch. My new nigga got as much money as Jersey, if not more. She can have that bullshit he throwing at her. I still get mine,” I fronted. Jersey been stopped handing money over to me. I was just smart enough to stash some every time that he did.
“If you say so.” Ignoring her comment, I continued to shop for shit I didn’t even need. After spending about two thousand dollars, I was ready to go home. Jerz was with Jersey’s parents, so I was gonna take advantage of my free time as usual. After parting ways with my homegirl and promising to meet up later so that we could hit the club, I headed home.
I pulled up to my house just as a car was speeding out of my driveway. I parked and quickly got out the car. I approached the door and noticed that it was ajar. Going inside, I saw my living room a mess.
“What the fuck?” I said to myself. “Tasha!” I called out to my sister; I saw her car outside, so where was she? “Tasha!” I called again with no response. I walked to her room, and when I stepped inside, I saw her sprawled out on the floor.
“What the fuck? Tasha!” I ran over to her and kneeled down beside her. She had a swollen lip and a gash on her forehead. Ishook her again, and she still hadn’t moved. I dropped my purse on the floor when I came in, so I ran back to the living room to retrieve it so I could call the police.
“Hello, nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked as soon as the call connected.
“Uhh, I need help at Six Seventy-Five Grisham Lane. I came home and my sister was in here injured and unresponsive,” I said frantically. I didn’t know who that was or what it was about, but they had my ass scared.
“Okay, ma’am. I have a crew en route to you now. Does your sister have a pulse?” she asked.
I reached down and felt her for a pulse, and she started to stir.
“She… she’s moving,” I responded.
“Shanna?” Tasha groaned lightly.
“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t move. I got help coming.” She looked as if she went out again. I wished the ambulance would hurry up. I heard the sirens getting closer and sighed a breath of relief.
“Ma’am, is that the ambulance?” the operator asked on the other end.
