Most of the bitches I used to fuck with weren’t shit. They’d have a nigga and still be tryna throw their pussy at me. Mikael and Nene were toxic as fuck, they weren’t together, but he fucked with her the most. All they did was fight and fuck. I got exhausted listening to the shit. Fallon was the most loyal bitch I’d been with and even then, I still didn’t trust in the past she was all the way faithful to a nigga like she’d claimed. I didn’t sweatthe past cause a nigga wasn’t shit back then either. As long as she was loyal to me now that was what mattered. I felt like you could have love for a bitch but being in love was a fairytale. There wasn’t a bitch that would have me head over heels, stalking her, tryna fight other niggas or just being possessive over her. I wasn’t going out sad over no bitch cause she left me either. That wasn’t me. Not saying I didn’t give a fuck about Fallon, but it was never that serious for me.
“Aww, come on mama. Be happy you finna get ya first grandson,” I cracked a smile trying to lighten her mood.
“Am I?” My mama asked, raising her eyebrow at me quizzically.
“Don’t start ma,” That was another thing we didn’t see eye to eye on.
After we had Mason, it was common sense to get her tested, Fallon wasn’t my bitch at the time. When Mason came back as mine, I decided to give Fallon the relationship she’d bugged the fuck outta me for her entire pregnancy. She’d been proven her loyalty. When we made things official, we moved in together and we’d been together ever since. My mama was pissed when I refused to get Mallory tested. I thought that was dumb as fuck, I knew I was nuttin’ in Fallon’s pussy every night. She never gave me reason to suspect she was moving foul so I didn’t question the paternity of our daughter. My mama hated that anytime she could she’d bring that up. For whatever reason she didn’t trust Fallon whenever I asked her why she could never give me a good reason. I loved the fuck outta my mama, but when it came to relationships I chalked it up to her bitterness from what our dad did to her.
“Imma shut up,” She pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes at me.
“Baby, come take some pictures with Mallory and me,” Fallon said, grabbing my arm from behind.
I frowned at Fallon, on a day that she should have looked like the baddest bitch on this planet, to me she didn’t meet that standard. Don’t get me wrong Fallon was a bad bitch, her flawless light brown skinned shinned brought. She had a long slender head, thick pouty heart shaped lips, a narrow dainty nose, slender almond shaped brown eyes. Fallon used to be a cheerleader in school so the slim athletic shape she had never wavered even with having our two daughters. She only got thicker in the hips and ass. She stayed in shape because she jogged five miles every morning. Fallon also never left the house without her hair, and face done everywhere she went she looked like she was going somewhere important.
“Where the fuck is Mason?” I gave her hard eyes, as I grilled her. The form fitting white spandex dress with blue and pink polka dots matched the white polo I had on along with the girls wearing matching dresses as her.
If we were all dressed alike why wouldn’t all four of us take pictures together? This was the shit she did that would piss me off when it came to Mason.
“I sent her in the house. She got a smart mouth, and I don’t have patience for that little girl,” I threw my head back chuckling, this girl wanted me to cuss her out.
Mason didn’t have a smart mouth; my baby was sweet as can be. She was respectful and she always got compliments for being so polite. Fallon always said she said something smart when she was looking for a reason to punish Mason.
“Go get my fuckin’ daughter out that house before I cut the fuck up,” I growled at Fallon trying to keep my composure. I was really ready to let this bitch have it.
“I’ll go get her,” My mama said looking at Fallon evilly before heading inside our house.
Fallon waited until my mama was out of ear shot before she said. “Why you always under minding me when it comes to that little girl,”
“Aye, if you wanna keep up with this little front for ya people I suggest you get the fuck from round me Fallon,”
I guess she was weighing her options because she stared at me with fire in her eyes for a minute before turning and storming off.
“Say, the word I’ll cut nephew outta that ho and leave her stinkin’ in a ditch. All you gotta do is say the word,” Mikael said and he was serious as fuck. He’d been waiting for me to give him the green light to kill Fallon.
“Man, nah,” I shook my head at the nigga. My mind was somewhere else because something had to give. Wasn’t no way I was finna keep living like this.
Chapter 3
Mikael Wattson
A Couple of Days Later
“Nigga what the fuck took you so long?” I barked at Rahmeek’s bitch ass.
I swear I couldn’t stand that nigga. His only saving grace was because Marlo thought he was his best friend, but I knew a hating ass nigga when I saw one. Rahmeek fit the fucking bill to a tee. Every time he looked in Marlo’s direction jealousy and envy were in his eyes. My brother wanted to act blurry to the shit cause the nigga was around in my absence. While I was locked up the nigga snaked his way into my brother’s good graces. Once thing about Marlo, if you showed him loyalty he was gonna go hard for you. When he fucked with you, he fucked with you. He had a big ass heart and always felt like he had to protect the people he loved. I fucked with it, but when it came to Rahmeek it was a hell no. That nigga could eat a dirty dick. He might have had the wool pulled over Lo’s eyes, mines were wide open and I couldn’t wait for the day the nigga tried my brother. I was gonna be there to put his ass to sleep. Behind my brother I played no games, I was his mutha fuckin’ keeper and he was mine. He had my front and I had his back. Our bond was airtight, wasn’t shit coming between us.
“Man, you always trippin’ about nothing. I stopped to see my bitch,” Rahmeek smirked looking over at Marlo. I know he was hopin’ he’d step in and save his ho ass, but he’d fucked up once again and I a s on his ass. “What’s an extra hour when my nigga owns this company?” It was little slick shit like that; I didn’t fuck with Rahmeek.
He felt like he could do what he wanted because he was cool with Marlo and he didn't take our business seriously. You couldn't convince me he wasn’t tryna low key sabotage our business. He do little shit and acts like he didn’t know we would get fined or lose our license for the stuff he did. Marlo used to always save the nigga when he first hired the nigga. Some other nice shit Marlo did when Rahmeek got fired from his job as a dump truck driver some years back. I tried to be patient with the nigga, but if we kept havin’ to tell him not to do the same shitover and over. He either was dumb as fuck or doin’ the shit on purpose, I felt it was the latter with Rahmeek. Lately Marlo had gotten sick of Rahmeek’s fuck ups, and I’d been layin’ into the nigga every chance I got.
“Stupid ass nigga, when you got a mutha fuckin’ car on ya load. Bitch, you know we don’t get paid unless we got the cars to return to the fuckin’ bank. When ya got a car hooked up you bring it straight back here. Not go on no joy ride to get some rancid pussy. Do that shit on ya own time.” Hell yeah, I was being hella disrespectful. I wanted the nigga to jump stupid.
“Lo, get ya brother. Cau- “
“Bitch you get me,” I spat walkin’ up on Rahmeek.
“Calm ya hostile ass down,” Marlo said getting in between us pushing me back. He was the only nigga that could get away with pushing me. “Aye, Meek, take the rest of the day off. That shit you did today wasn’t cool. We talked about this before.”
