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I looked at him, just trying to see if I believed his ass or not. Suddenly, I started crying. I was scared. Scared of getting my heart broken again. I didn’t want to go through the same thing with Otis that I went through with Mike for so many years.
Otis started wiping my tears away, saying “What you crying for baby?”
“Because,” I said, not being able to control all the crying I was doing.
“Because what?” he asked, kissing my cheek.
“I’m scared of getting my heart broke. Look how you got me acting out here. I’m too old to be out here fighting in these streets. I told you when we first got to together to control your bitches and that I don’t like to share!” I said, finally getting myself together. I swear I felt like a weak ass bitch, standing here crying over this man.
“Alright, Tisha I apologize for what happened, but like I said, I haven’t messed with that girl since I got with you. I love you girl and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize what we got,” he said, pulling me in for a hug. I was smiling so hard because this was the first time that he told me he loved me. I mean I knew I loved him but honestly I didn’t think the feeling was mutual with him. I knew he had a strong like towards me but I didn’t take it as him being in love with me.
“Aww baby, I love you too,” I told him, kissing him on the lips.
“Alright baby, I’m about to go over to Ty’s crib for a little bit. Wait up for me because I won’t be gone long,” he told me.
“Alright bae, drive safe,” I said, not really wanting him to leave me but I didn’t want to come off as too clingy.
“I will,” he said before slapping me real hard on the ass.
“Ouch, that shit hurts,” I whined. I hated when he did that shit.
“That was for slamming my damn door like that. Now go in the house. I’ll be back,” he instructed me.
Chapter 12: Otis
Before heading over to Ty and Lani’s crib, I wanted to stop by the tattoo shop to get something done. I wanted to tat my girl’s name. I really felt like she was the one for me. I’d been wanting her ass for the longest and now that I had her, I was willing to do any and everything to keep her. That shit that Marshae pulled earlier at Red Lobster was uncalled for. I’m going to check her ass about that shit on a later date though. Right now I had shit to handle.
Marshae was some bitch that I at my club a few years back. We weren’t exclusive or anything and I never gave her any clues to ever think that she was my girl. So, I couldn’t understand why she decided to show her ass today in public. I cut her ass off because she would call me every damn day asking for my whereabouts like she was my woman and always begging me to come over to her house. I eventually changed my number and we haven’t been in contact ever since. Seeing her in the parking lot of Red Lobster was the first time that I’d seen her in a while. When she called Tisha a bitch, I knew my girl was gonna fuck her ass up then.
Originally, I had Tisha behind me because what dude wants their girl out in the streets fighting? Then for some reason I loosened my grip on her wrist and she got out. I stood there for about five minutes and watched my girl beat the shit out of Marshae. When I felt like she beat her ass enough, that’s when I pulled Tisha off of her. That would be the last time I allow Tisha’s ass to fight. I just let her do that because Marshae started talking a whole bunch of shit and I didn’t want her to think for one second that my girl was soft.
I pulled up to this tattoo shop out in Miramar called Designs. I went to them for every single last tattoo that I had on my body. My man Joe owned the shop. Joe was a white boy but he had a black dad, so the nigga was ghetto as hell. He reminded me of the old rapper Paul Wall. He had the golds in his mouth like him too.
“What’s up O?” Joe asked me as soon as I stepped in the shop.
“What’s up nigga?” I asked, giving him dap.
“Nothing much. What brings you out here man? Yo ass finally want to get that half a sleeve done?”
“Nah man, I came to get the Mrs. name tatted on me today,” I told him.
“The Mrs.? Nigga yo ass finally settled down. She must be a baaaad bitch to make you wanna tat her name,” Joe said.
“Yeah she bad man, but don’t call my lady no bitch again,” I told him, dead serious.
“Alright O, I’m just playing with you. So where you want it at?” he asked, leading me into the back room.
“Right here,” I said, pointing at my neck. I want it to say “Tisha.”
“Alright man,
just give me a minute to draw it out then I’ll start.
“Alright.”
In the meantime, I sent Tisha’s ass a text to see what she was doing. Knowing her, her ass was about to take a damn nap after all that damn shopping she did today.
Me: Baby wyd?
