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“I was tired of hearing him cry. Finish these niggas off so I can go fuck something Grim, damn nigga.”
When I turned to look at the next nigga, he was mugging me like I did something wrong to his ass.
“You really think you can’t be touched nigga?” he said through a bloody mouth courtesy of the new niggas that the cartel assigned me. Truthfully, I didn’t even have to do this shit at all, but this was personal. I wasn’t really an emotional nigga, but it’s a fucked up feeling when niggas that you put on betray you.
“Naw nigga, I can be touched, but I can’t be beat,” I countered with a smirk on my face. Not giving him a chance to respond, I sent a bullet through his head as well as the third nigga that was in here with them. He was whining like a hoe and I couldn’t take it no more.
“Damn, ‘bout fuckin’ time. We shoulda just came in here, killed the niggas, and bounced. You in here asking twenty-one questions and shit,” Shad complained as we made our way back out of the warehouse.
“Nigga shut yo’ ass up, crying like a lil’ bitch,” I said before I tripped him. He lost his balance for a second, but when he regained his footing, he reached for me and I dodged it.
“Chill out bro’,” I said and laughed. “Come on man, go to the airport so I can get my ass home.”
“Yeah, that’s if you still have a home nigga when we get back.” Shad snickered as he climbed into the driver’s seat. I didn’t find shit funny about it though. My bitch was probably going to try to murder my ass when I got home. My phone vibrating in my pocket grabbed my attention, I pulled it out to read the incoming message.
Darren Bitch Ass: Some paperwork came across my desk today. A Romeo Martin is suing Tio for custody of Rae.
Fuck.
My throat became dry as I read and reread the message. I knew I should have killed that nigga when I had the chance. I kicked myself for giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Me: Naw he’s not, I’ma handle it.
Darren Bitch Ass: You know I’ll help you guys with what I can.
Me: Do I look like I need your help? I got my bitch and our kid, get off my line nigga.
So now it was gone be a blood bath in Miami. This muhfucka and his old ass mama got another thing coming for them if they think they gone even be in the same room as my daughter. I knew his moms was involved because he wasn’t smart enough to draw up no shit like this and even if there is a chance I was wrong, I was gone off the bitch just because.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Tiomi
Four days.
That’s how many days it’s been since we’ve been here at Granny’s and also how many days it’s been since my husband has called me. I had barely gotten any sleep. He hasn’t even had the decency to send me a text message saying that he’s okay.
“Tiomi just come and eat baby. JJ is fine. He wouldn’t go out and get himself killed or locked up because he don’t want nobody else to have you and these girls.”
I scoffed at her statement. At this rate he’s not even going to have us. I knew full and well what his line of work is, but that doesn’t warrant him the right to neglect his role as a husband and father.
I raised from the bed with Jalae in my arms. She had just finished eating and was now dozing off. Rae had just cried herself to sleep because just like me, she missed her father.
After laying Lae in her bassinet and grabbing the baby monitor, I made my way downstairs to put something on my stomach and to see my girls. As soon as I hit the corner, Chy and Star stopped whispering which had my brows heightened. They both smiled in my direction awkwardly, so I knew somethingwas up. Before I could say something, Ma Cheryl pulled me in her direction towards the table where she had a plate waiting for me.
“Sit and eat, Tiomi Jones.”
Doing as I was told; I took a seat, but my eyes were back on my two best friends. They took a seat at the table with me and we waited until Ma disappeared back into the kitchen.
“What the hell are you bitches not telling me?”
Again, they looked at each other. That gesture alone let me know that whatever they had to say wasn’t going to be something that I liked.
“Okay bestie. Don’t blow up after I tell you this because we don’t know what’s going on.”
“Cheyenne Shantel. Tell me.”
