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“You got all my goodies out on front view for these hos to see,” I said. I didn’t know if he caught on to the jealousy laced in my voice but I was kind of hoping that he didn’t.
Shard laughed and kissed my cheek. “Let’s go girl, with your jealous ass. Everybody knows you my woman and I’m your man so stop tripping Mani. Insecure don’t look good on you, so stop that shit,” he said and I nodded my head as we walked out of the door.
Mark
Honestly speaking, I hated that nigga Rashard and I wanted his bitch. I know y’all may think that I’m a grimy ass nigga for saying some foul shit like that but first let me put y’all up on game right quick. First of all, Shard and I aren’t blood cousins. Neither are me and Dontae. I just grew up with them niggas since we were in fuckin’ Pull-ups so we went around saying that we were related and shit. Dontae and Rashard are blood though. This hate that I had going on for Dontae had been going on for about as long as him and Dontae opened up their own shop but the shit got worse once he started fuckin’ around with Imani. We both saw her ass first that night and I was the one that spoke up on it. Rashard said he wanted her too and I kind of thought that that was fucked up, being as though I had just expressed to him about how I felt. It was me that was supposed to walk up on her that night and get to know her. It was me who she was suppose to have her first child by.
Truth be told, I wanted that nigga Shard out and I was going to do whatever it was that I had to do. I lost all sanity once I found out that she was having this nigga’s baby. I even put together little plans that I knew would break them up for sure. Months back when Rashard had got drunk off his ass and decided to spend the night at my crib, I was the one that told Quanie to go take those pictures and send them t
o Imani. I just knew that Imani would leave his ass for that shit but it seemed like I was wrong. A nigga was growing tired of watching another nigga put a smile on the face of the woman that I was deeply in love with. It pained me because whenever I looked at Imani, she would quickly walk away and look at me as if I disgusted her. I may have been a big nigga, but I knew how to treat a woman. Shard’s ass was a fuckin’ ho and I knew my cousin was getting him some extra pussy on the side. At least that’s what I was hoping so that I could finally make my move on Imani.
If she didn’t leave his ass in the next month or so, that would leave me no choice but to go handle him myself. Besides, I wasn’t feeling the way that Dontae and Rashard made their little jokes about me either whenever I was in their job. Mothafuckas called me Ted from the Black Ink crew because all I did was sit on the couch at the shop all day. I was gon’ let Dontae’s bitch ass live because I didn’t want his bitch. That bitch was too high maintenance for me and if I was her nigga, I would have been punched her in her damn mouth. Imani was going to be mine sooner or later and before they knew it, that li’l nigga that she just gave birth to was going to be calling me Daddy, right along with her fine ass!
I was going to put Quanie’s ho ass up on game about whatever it was that I was going to plan. I knew Quanie still felt some type of way about how Rashard choked her ass up that day in the kitchen so it was only right that I put her on. I needed to let her know that Imani was not going to get hurt out of this situation though. I swear if she even laid a finger on Imani, I was going to kill her ass. I just needed her to play on her phone or something. Something extreme that’d get Imani to leave that nigga for good this time.
Chapter 4: Nae
Things between Sin and I had been good for the most part. I say most part because my only request that made of my dear husband was for him to bring his ass home at a decent time. I shouldn’t have had to come home from school damn near at midnight and realize that my husband wasn’t home. I was convinced that his ass might’ve still been fuckin’ around. But it was fine because like the saying goes, what happens in the dark will always come to the light. Ever since the day I caught Sin in the studio with that bitch, I’d been having my share of doubts that maybe my husband may not be the faithful, loving man that I thought he was. I didn’t want to be one of those wives that liked to spy on her man by going through his phone, popping up on him at work, or always accusing him of shit, but if he gave me a reason then I just might have to do that. You would think that once I caught him in action that he would up his game but the nigga still wasn’t improving. I’d give credit where it was due though; he did make time to call me throughout the day but there was only so much a phone call could do. I wanted him here with Niy and I when we ate dinner. I wanted him here with us when we went to bed at night. I hated rolling over in the bed at two in the morning and realizing that my husband still wasn’t home.
Right now, it was 2:15 in the afternoon on a Friday and I was parked in the car pick up at my daughter’s school waiting for her to come out. I didn’t have class on Friday nights, so most likely I would just chill out for the rest of the day. Shortly after, I noticed my daughter’s teacher, Ms. Lopez, walking outside with my daughter and the rest of her car pick up classmates. Niy was so beautiful in her school uniform. I dressed my baby today in her teal collared school uniform shirt with a khaki skirt and some cute little white socks with big bows on them and her pretty beige Gucci ballet shoes. Her hair was in two long ponytails that were still freshly done from when I did her hair this morning. My daughter was every bit of me because she didn’t play about getting her hair messed up.
“Hi Mommy,” Niy said as soon as she got inside of the car.
“Hey baby,” I said, reaching over to put my daughter in her seatbelt as she sat in the passenger seat. “How was school today?”
“It was good Mommy. The boys in my class are so annoying though. They kept pulling my hair and kept trying to play with me at recess,” my daughter said, batting those big, hazel eyes at me.
I laughed. “And what did you tell them? You want Mommy to go out there and handle them for you?” I asked my daughter, damn near about to take my seat belt off and go beat one of those little boys’ asses. Lord knows, I didn’t play about my baby.
“No Mommy, it’s fine,” she said.
I sat and thought to myself that this was only the beginning. My daughter was so beautiful and with that, there was going to come plenty of boys. My baby was only six years old though. I knew she wouldn’t be a baby for long and Lord knows I was nowhere near ready for my daughter to grow up. I don’t even want to see the day that my daughter started to date. I just wouldn’t want for my baby to get hurt. Half the shit Sincere put me through back in the day, I would lose my mind if a nigga were to ever do my daughter like that. Of course, I would never tell my daughter this because she thought so highly of her father and I wasn’t going to air out his dirty laundry to our child.
Anyways, we were almost home when my daughter spotted a McDonald’s on the right of side of us. “Oooh Mommy can we go to McDonald’s? Please, please, please?” Janiya begged.
“Niy, you know I’m going to cook when we get home. I’ll take you tomorrow,” I told her, trying to speed past the McDonald’s so she could stop looking at it. My daughter knew that I cooked during the week and then on weekends we’d eat out. Now Sin on the other hand, he’d let Niy do whatever she wanted but no sir, not with me.
“But Mommy, I’m hungry,” she whined.
“Niy, I will make you a sandwich when we get to the house!” I told her.
She got the hint and left the situation alone. I knew she was mad at me but she would be alright. Five minutes later, we pulled up to the house and I noticed that my husband’s car was parked in the driveway. This was a surprise because I was used to his ass being out all night on a Friday. When I parked the car, Niy didn’t even wait for me to get out the damn car before she went running to the front door. I made it to the door and unlocked it for the both of us. As soon as Janiya got in the house, the first thing she did was throw her Princess and the Frog book bag down on the floor in the foyer of the house.
“Niy pick that damn bag up and go put it in your room. Don’t play with me girl!” I told her. I watched as she sucked her teeth and went to pick the bag up. I walked over to her and popped her real hard on her butt.
“Don’t suck your teeth at me! Now go put that bag in the room and change out of your uniform and hang it up in your closet!” I let my daughter know. By no means was I a mean parent but I wasn’t going to allow for my daughter to disrespect me. I never beat my daughter. Occasionally, I’d pop her here and there but that was it. She was going to go run and tell Sin in a minute because that’s what she always did. I stood by the steps and waited for my daughter to come back down from doing what I told her to do.
Five minutes later, she was coming down in a pair of cheetah tights and the matching cheetah shirt that I bought her the other day from Justice. She walked past me and went towards the den and I could already hear her telling her daddy how I had hit her. I shook my head and headed upstairs to take a shower and a much needed nap. I had been up since six this morning getting Niy up and ready for school and when I came home from dropping her off to school, I cleaned up this whole house. I couldn’t catch a break for shit.
As I was getting ready to look for something to wear inside my drawers, I saw my phone vibrate on my dresser.
Breesha: Nae, I’ll be to your house around 6 to pick up Niy so she can come with us to the fair tonight.
Thank God! I texted her back okay and continued to find me something to throw on. I heard Sincere come in the room but I continued doing what I was doing with my back turned to him. I felt him put his strong arms tightly on my small waist and apply a great amount of pressure.
“Fuck you slap my baby for?” Sincere asked me through clenched teeth.
“First of all, I didn’t slap Niy. I popped her on her putt for sucking her teeth at me. I shouldn’t have to explain to you why I decided to discipline my own daughter. Fuck out my face with that shit!” I hissed, trying to move from the strong grip he had me in.
