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Take your bitch ass to sleep with that
Bald head scallywag you were with,
Me and mine super straight.
-your EX-wife!
Ain’t this bout a bitch. Her fat ass done locked me out of my own fuckin’ room. Shaking my head, I let out an exasperated sigh and headed to the guest room. When I got in there, I saw that Tio had already put my shit in there. At least she thought enough of a nigga to leave some clean briefs for me to take a shower.
I washed the day off then climbed into bed plotting on a way to get back in my wife’s good graces and kill Nia’s messy ass. A nigga ain’t even do shit, yet I’m in the doghouse. Nia will be lucky if I don’t slap her ashy ass head when I get in the shop tomorrow.
When I got up the next morning Tio and Rae were in the kitchen eating breakfast. Of course, her petty ass didn’t say one word to me, but my baby girl was happy to see me.
“Da-Da!” she screeched.
Smiling down at her, I kissed her cheek, “Good morning, Baby Girl.” I tried to do the same to her mother, but she curved me.
Letting out a light chuckle, I asked, “Where my food at, Baby?”
I asked her. I ain’t see shit on the stove for me to fix.
She shrugged, “Wherever your little hoe stays I suppose.”
I threw my head back and groaned at her response. Here we fuckin’ go.
“Baby I swear it wasn't like that, the bitch was stuck in front of the shop with no ride last night,” I explained.
“It was late as fuck and I ain’t wanna leave her ass out there alone, I handed her the phone to put her address in for an uber, I ain’t expect the hoe to answer my phone when you called.”
That was the God honest truth, I don’t even be on no bullshit, but I still be in the hot seat.
“That bitch ain’t your wife Jawan, fuck if she has a ride home or not. You should have got the fuck in your car and brought your ass the fuck home to your family, but no, you out here tryna play super save a hoe, so you can do that without us.”
Snapping my head in her direction, I asked, “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Tiomi?”
She stood up and said, “Exactly what I just said Grim, I ain’t about to let you make a fool of me out here in these streets. We've been married a couple of weeks and you already got hoes answering your phone.” The tears had started to fall, and a nigga felt like shit. “I didn't sign up for this.”
Closing the space between us, I closed her in my embrace.
“Tiomi, it was not like that man. I was just trying to do a good deed man, I swear. I won't do that shit again though; I promise baby. I didn't make you my wife just to turn around and play you. I love yo’ pretty ass way too much for that, aight?”
I was wiping her tears as they fell. I didn't want her crying anything but tears of joy from now on.
Nodding her head, “If she is going to be a problem Jawan, I want you to fire her. I know she brings in a lot of new clientele,but that don’t mean I won't beat her ass to death with my bare hands.” This lil’ muhfucka was so violent.
“She ain’t gone be an issue, I’mma handle it, Baby.”
Wrapping her arms around my neck then pecking my lips she replied, “You better, and your plate is in the microwave. Enjoy.”
With that she walked away. I didn’t like the way she said that shit though, the fuck she means enjoy? I looked at Jarae who was smiling at me a little too hard for me. Naw, fuck that food. Bitch ain’t gone trick me off these streets. These Cinnamon Toast Crunch will do just fine.
CHAPTER
TWELVE
Tiomi
Jawan and that hoe at his shop ain’t gone be satisfied until I come up there and mop the shop floor with her ass. He’s lucky that I trust him and believe that he wasn't on no bullshit with her skank ass. I wanted to tell him to fire her immediately, but I’mma let her live. At least until I had Lae, then I’m going to show her why I’m not the one to fuck with. I’m not about to play with any of these hoes about my husband.
