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“You can go now. I’m dismissing you now, bitch. I don’t care what you say, that ain’t my child. The only child I have is buried six feet under. You worrying about Shae too much, hoe. Let me find out you pursued me so you can see what her pussy taste like. Damn, you talk about her more than I do. Get your bald-headed ass on, with that fucked up ass wig,” I said.
“Just a minute ago, the color was cute. It’s cool, I’ll continue this conversation with baby mama number one. I already hit her up on Instagram, and I’m just waiting for her to reply. I want to introduce her to her son’s sister. I’ll leave, but not because you asked me to. I’m leaving because I don’t have anything else to say to your stupid ass,” she yelled and stood up from her chair.
“Yeah, get your ass up out of here, loose pussy ass bitch! I would have never fucked your slut ass if I wasn’t locked up. I only fucked because you were willing to give it up, and my girl was too scared to do it. I don’t love you, hoe! You’re just a fun girl. That little girl that you just showed me, you better off telling her that I’m dead because that’s what you are to me. I’m taking your spiteful ass off my visitation list. I’m liable to kill your ass if I see you again.
“The fuck do you gain from all of this? The moment you found out you was pregnant with my seed, you should have taken your ass to the nearest clinic. I’m not in a predicament to be no fuckin’ father, yo! Fuck it! Just get the fuck out of my face.”
I pushed myself up from the chair and told the guard that I was ready to go back to my cell. I was so angry that I was letting all types of shit fly out of my mouth. Most of it, I’m sure wasn’t even making any sense.
Five years later, and she tells me some bullshit like this! I already knew that she was going to have a field day telling this information to Shae. Only thing I did wrong in this situation was fuckin’ with Krystal behind Shae’s back. I didn’t know shit about having no fuckin’ daughter. I talked to Krystal plenty of times on the phone, and I have never heard a little girl in the background.
Shorty didn’t show any signs that she was somebody’s mama. When we talked on the phone at night, her ass was always somewhere getting ready to go to a club, some sort of hookah lounge, or wherever else she likes to hang out at night. When the fuck did she even have time to be a parent?
That little girl was scarred like a motha fucka. On one hand, she had a father who was never getting out of this bitch, then, on the other hand, she had a mother who was physically there, but her ass wasn’t shit. I took that back what I said to Krystal. If that was my daughter like she claimed, then I would have my ole girl bring her down here because I wanted to meet her. The way people in my life were just dropping, if I had a daughter, then I wanted to at least be able to have my moment with her.
Toddrick “Miami” King
We were going to the ninth round. I had talked all that shit, thinking that this match would be a blowout, but this Chinese motha fucka knew how to throw hands. Physically, he and I had the same build, but I was faster, stronger, and smarter in this shit. I kept knocking this motha fucka out, and he kept getting his ass back up. His fighting name was Bang, and he was a rookie in this business, but I’d give him his credit and say that he fought like he’d been doing this shit his whole life.
Although all proceeds for this fight were going toward funding for local recreation centers in Vegas, people had these seats filled as if this was a real fight that people paid thousands to sit in on. Not trying to sound cocky or no shit like that, but I knew the reason these seats were filled the way they were was due to me being in the ring after so long.
My body was somewhat aching due to some of the blows that I’d received, but I was still bouncing around the ring, full of energy and ready to end this punk. I could feel th
e sweat on my face burning my eyes. The sweat that was getting on the little cuts in my face was burning as well, but I was so amped up that I didn’t feel any of that shit.
I wanted my round with Trip, although I would probably never get it because if I got to fighting with that pussy in visitation, I knew that they would lock my ass up. I didn’t want to put myself in a situation where I was away from my girl and my child. I thought about so much shit in the ring, from finding out that he put his hands on Shae in visitation to him talking to me crazy on the phone, all the way down to him sending another nigga to her home and having him lay hands on Shae. All that shit went into consideration, and because of that, Bang got his ass knocked clean the fuck out.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7…” the referee counted as he stood over Bang and I bounced around, waiting for his ass to get up, although deep down inside I was praying that his ass stayed the fuck down.
My body just felt like it would give out on me at any minute, and I couldn’t lose to a fuckin’ rookie.
“8… 9… 10!” and when he didn’t get up, the crowd went crazy.
Not even going to lie, hearing the crowd yell my name, the referee throwing my arm up in the air and making it known that I was the winner, and that belt going around my waist, it had me for a second feeling like I wouldn’t mind going back in for one more season. Then, out of all the people in the room, my eyes landed on my shorty, and I could see that she was finally at peace now that this fight was over.
My daughter cried when I left her earlier with Mahogany at the mansion that I’d rented while we were out here. She was too young to fully understand that her daddy used to be a boxer. I mean, I’d shown her pictures and shit, but all she saw was the fact that her daddy was about to go and fight somebody. I mean, she hysterically cried, thinking that somebody was going to ‘beat me up,’ which were her words.
I knew that my girl and my daughter didn’t want me to do it, but I was mainly done because I’d outgrown this shit. It was time to let the younger ones take over. That’s why I had the rec centers in Miami to offer these lil’ niggas the best coaches, so they could get the proper training to one day follow in my footsteps.
Back at the mansion
“I think you need stitches. Baby, look at your eye,” Jashae said.
We were in the master bathroom, and I was sitting on top of the counter as she stood between my legs, using a cotton ball with some peroxide to dab away at the cut. The thing about boxing, you never really feel the bruises until after the fight when all the adrenaline has left your body. Right now, I felt everything from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
Funny how I only felt half of this shit when I was in the ring because, at the time, I was so amped up that I wasn’t even worrying about pain. Now that I had come down from that high, I swear it felt like my body had been run over by a tow truck.
“I don’t need no stitches, shorty. I need some weed, a shot of Hennessy, a bath, and some pussy, in that exact order,” I said, looking up at her.
She was still in that sexy ass, lime green dress that she wore to the fight. The shit exposed her entire back and the dip in the back stopped just before it reached her ass crack. Although she called herself beefing with me, she still listened to me and rocked her curly hair like I’d asked her to. The little bit of makeup that she’d applied to her face was still on, and because she was in the bathroom with me, nursing my wounds, she’d come out of the heels that she wore with the dress. Her face was in a small pout as she set down the cotton ball that she was just using on me and switched it with a newer one.
“You’re just like Vonte. I remember his first basketball game when he was like nine years old. My baby got elbowed in his eye, and I could have died. Under his eye was gushing blood, and he wasn’t even the one crying; I was. I made a big deal out of it, telling him that I thought he would need to have surgery. His manly self kept telling me to chill because I was embarrassing him. What is it about a man not being able to admit that he’s hurt? Do you think we’ll judge you or laugh at you?” she asked with a perplexed look on her face.
“That’s just that dominance shit kicking in. I was the same way with my mama. Back when I was boxing, she would come to the back, examine my bruises, and just like you, make a big deal out of it. After being a boxing mom for so long, you would think that she would have gotten used to the shit, but she would still stand over me crying when she saw the bruises and shit.
“My first professional fight, both my eyes were swollen shut, I had rib damage, and for almost two weeks, it was hard for me to walk. Men probably won’t admit it, but we like shit like this. We like the feeling of knowing that we got somebody in our corner ready to clean up all our wounds and love the fuck out of us at the end of the day. Vonte was lucky to have you. Men like me pay attention to shit like that. You’re nurturing as fuck, and I’m attracted to that. It lets me know that you’ll be good when it comes to my daughter and the kids that we’re going to have,” I said, casually throwing that last part in there.
She didn’t respond to what I’d said; she just finished cleaning the wounds. I honestly didn’t even know if Shae wanted more children, especially not after what happened to Vonte. I ain’t ask either. We weren’t always taking the proper precautions to avoid her getting pregnant, though.
