“Honey ain’t got no privacy when it comes to me. She…” Mikael stopped mid-sentence and rolled down his windows. “Aye, bitch ass nigga!” Mikael yelled out the window, and I leaned forward to see who he was talking to.
I laughed seeing Maverick at the pump across from us in his beat up hoopty.
“Take ya evil ass on Mikael. Ain’t nobody trying to deal with you,” Maverick said looking annoyed, but Mikael was the kind of nigga to keep going once he knew he’d gotten under your skin.
“Evil? I thought we was niggas?” Mikael sarcastically asked as he opened the door getting out the tow truck and I followed suit. I leaned on the side of our tow truck standing next to Mikael. “Imean we was fucking the same bitch fo’ the longest?” He taunted Maverick.
If there was one person Mikael didn’t like more than Meek it was Maverick. At some point Mikael fucked with Maverick’s baby mama, but he didn’t know who she was. Once Maverick found out he had a sucka attack. Tried to run Mikael over cause his scary ass was too scared to fight him. Maverick was mad at Mikael when he needed to be focused on his baby mama cause she was choosing. Since then, Mikael made it his mission to piss him off.
“Fuck you nigga! Marlo you a good in my book,” Maverick said to me but then pointed his finger at Mikael,” This nigga ain’t right in the head. I don’t see how y’all brothers. Do you know what that nigga did to me?” Maverick asked with a desperate look on his face.
Of course, I knew what Mikael had done to Maverick, he was my brother. Mikael had his baby mama tattoo his name on her lower back in big Black letters. For a month straight he sent Maverick new videos of his baby mama sucking his dick. If that wasn’t enough he paid the baby mama to change their youngest son’s name to Mikael Junior. Mikael had one hell of a mean streak when you pissed him off.
“I’m saying how we cool but you workin’ with my competition?” There was no time like the present to find some shit out about that bogus ass towing company.
“It ain’t even like that. I got mouths to feed. Gigi pregnant again. I needed a job Fallon put me on but fuck them cheap ass niggas. They won’t be around long.”
“So, Fallon, my baby mama got you the job?” I asked with my brows bunched together trying to make sure I heard him correctly.
“Yeah, sis did that for me. I quit though them niggas on some under handed illegal shit I don’t want to be involved in.”Maverick said with his eyes darting around nervously. “She told me you knew.”
“Awh, she ain’t told me nothing. But you straight. I ain’t tripping. Preciate you for keepin’ it real with me,”
“No problem. Just keep that nigga,” He nodded his head towards Mikael. “Away from me.”
“Bitch nigga I ain’t stuntin’’ you.” Mikael said, mugging Maverick.
“Whatever,” Maverick mumbled making his way around us into the store.
“I can’t stand that bitch ass nigga,” He spat opening the passenger side door reaching in his bag with the stuff he got out the gas station. I watched him pull out a pack of skittles tearing them open as he walked over to Maverick’s car. Opening the gas cover and then unscrewing the cap. He emptied the pack of skittles into his tank then put the gas cap back on.
“Nigga, you ain’t had enough of fucking with him?” I asked with amusement as Mikael casual strolled back over to the truck.
“I don’t like him or his stankin’ ass sister. You think she got something to do with them niggas at that other company. How the fuck she get Maverick a job before we even knew about them bitches?” Mikael spoke as we both got back into the tow truck.
“I wouldn’t put shit past Fallon at this point. Imma ask her about it though.”
“Just let me kill her and we can call it a day,”
“I might take you up on that,”
“You just made my mutha fuckin’ day. You finally considering it. That’s all I need.” Mikael said with a big ass grin.
Chapter 28
Mikael Wattson
“Since you wanna play with me like I’m a dumb bitch. Let me mutha fucking act like one bitch ass nigga!” Nene screamed at the top of her lungs.
I stood on the stoop outside of my house with my arms folded as I watched Nene act a fucking fool. She looked a hot ass mess in her booty shorts that had her entire ass cheeks out, white cut off crop top, tattered old house shoes that had purple matted fur, they’d seen better days, her hair was in rollers, and she had green shit on her face. I laughed my fucking ass off when she stood her dumb ass outside in the middle of the street screaming at the top of her lung ripping her shirt like she was the incredible Hulk. Nene was pissed because she wasn’t getting the reaction she was used to getting from me. She was used to me yoking her ass up by now and being on that stupid rah-rah shit with her. A nigga was getting to old to be doing that dumb shit with her. All that toxic fighting and fucking stuff was draining as fuck, and I didn’t have it in me to be doing that for the rest of my life. Especially not for someone who wasn’t even really my bitch. Nene was cool when it came to having fun beyond that she wasn’t the type of broad you made a life with.
Nene was in her feelings because I hadn’t been fucking with her the way she was used to. I couldn’t even say it was anything new or different she’d done. One thing for sure Nene wasn’t changing for nobody. She was gone be, Nene through and through. But that was where the problem lied for me. Nene was content doing the same thing repeatedly. She wasn’t trying to grow, if she could get her hair, nails, feet, get a few new outfits for the club that weekend she was good. Nene had no type of ambition; she was good with the bare minimum. I mean she had a certificate for being a STNA and that was cool five years ago when she got it but why not keep moving up in your career? I wasn’t trying to wife her but even if I was just kicking it with a bitch I wanted them to have something going for themselves other than spending my money or decent pussy. I could have told Nene how I was feelin’ I doubted she would have comprehended what a nigga was saying and honestly I didn’t give a fuck enough to tell her. Why waste my breath on a bitch like Nene? I figured she’d catch onto me and fallen back from her and for a week or, so she did. She probably had a new nigga she thought was finna trick on her and when that feel through she came back to me like shit was finna be sweet. I ignored all her phone calls cause as far as I was concerned we didn’t have shit to talk about. Over a week with no communication, on both ends, which meant it was a wrap. I thought that was common sense but clearly not. Nene popped up over my crib early this morning screaming putting on a show and at first I was finna ignore her stupid ass. Her screaming wasn’t doing shit to me, but when she decided to start fucking up my car, yeah all bets were off.
Nene pulled a big ass metal bat out her car and started taking her anger out on my favorite car, 2023, matte grey, Mustang Dark Horse, with the custom red leather seats on the inside, and Black rims. That car was my baby and Nene knew that shit. I barelylet her sit inside that car. I could have fucked myself up for not parking it in the garage like I normally did.
It was cool though; I had a trick for Nene since she wanted to tear up shit she couldn’t replace. A nigga was heated on the inside, but I kept shit cool knowing Nene was finna regret fuckin’ with me.
“You dumb as fuck if you ask me,” I taunted her with an evil smirk.
