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p; “See, you still love a nigga. You don’t hate me like how you be acting,” his drunk ass had the nerve to say.
There was a bottle of alcohol in the kit that I wanted to open and just pour it on that damn cut as I thought about this man having a child on the way. That shit cut me deep. This nigga was supposed to be the better half of me. This was supposed to be the nigga I met at the altar, walking to him in a pretty white gown. I was supposed to give him all the kids he wanted. He was supposed to retire from the drug game, and we were supposed to have our happily ever after, but with just one bad decision, he ruined it all.
“Monterius, please shut your drunk ass up! I’m only doing this because you have blood getting on my fuckin’ floor! This don’t have anything to do with love!” I spat as I cleaned up his bruise.
“I saw you out in L.A. with that nigga, Twink. You fuckin’ him? You giving daddy pussy away?” he slurred, then reached down and tried to cuff my pussy, but I pushed his hand out of the way.
He said a bunch of incoherent stuff that I wasn’t able to make out, but I knew he was saying something about killing Truth. After about five more minutes, I finally had the side of his face cleaned up, and I placed a Band-Aid over it. I didn’t even get up once I finished. I just sat there staring at him with big teardrops falling from my eyes. I cried because I did see all the love in his eyes that he had for me, and honestly, I loved him just as much. This just put me in a fucked-up position.
Monterius went into his pocket and then threw two things in my lap. One was a velvet box, and the other one was a custom key that was shaped like a house. I looked over at him, but his eyes were closed.
“I planned on asking you to be my wife before all this shit went down. I had the ring for a while now, but I was just waiting for the perfect timing. That key is to the house that I had built for us. You always said that when you got your first real house, and you became a homeowner, you would want our house built from the ground up, so I went ahead and took care of that for you. You always said that you wanted your house to be on Star Island and your back yard to be the beach.
“Over the years, you ain’t never ask a nigga for shit but to love you in the way that you deserved to be loved, so I know that the least I could do is give you that dream home that you deserve. I had plans, Twink, whether you believe a nigga or not. When I said that I was finishing up loose ends in the streets, I meant that. The plan was to propose after I was out the game for sure and then just me and you would go somewhere and get married because you always said that you didn’t want a big wedding. Whenever we came back from a month-long honeymoon, I planned to surprise you with the house.
“I know you done with a nigga, Twinkle, but please take the house. It’s really the least that you can allow me to do. When you open the ring box, the address to the house is folded up in a piece of paper,” he told me.
Not even a minute after he finished talking, he dozed off; his loud snores filled the entire house.
With shaky hands, I opened the ring box, and the most beautiful princess cut, 16K ring sat inside the box. The ring was so beautiful that my mouth was really hanging wide open. I would have loved for this to be a ring given to me when Monterius and I were on good terms. True to his words, there was an address inside the box. I kept examining the ring for about five minutes, and then I closed the box. If I wasn’t confused initially about what I would do, I was definitely confused right now.
Monterius’ timing couldn’t be more off. A few months ago, I probably would have died from excitement if this nigga was to get down on one knee, ask me to be his wife, and then surprise me with a beautiful home. I just… I just didn’t know what to do.
One week later
“Billion got you on babysitting duty?” I asked Normani as I got in her car, and she had Khari in the backseat.
Dream was with my mother today after spending the night over there last night. Her little butt didn’t want to come home because she knew that when she was at her grandmother’s house, she could do whatever she wanted, but when she was home with me, I had rules set in place for her. Plus, it was Saturday, and my mama loved going to garage sales on Saturday mornings, and so did Dream. She would stack up on a bunch of toys, so I knew that was the only reason she liked tagging along.
My mama had always been into garage sales. When we were younger, and she wasn’t in jail or in the streets, she would go to garage sales, only to sell the shit again, but at a much higher price. I’m telling you, that hustling shit was just in my mama’s blood, and she fucked around and passed on that same trait to Loyal. My mama and Loyal have always had a love for money, and sadly, that love for money had caused both of them to do some time. Luckily, my mama had learned her lesson, but Loyal was in the process of learning hers as she completed her bid.
I knew it would be a while before Loyal let go of the little grudge she had against me because that girl could hold animosity toward someone for a long ass time. She had every right to be mad at me because she wanted to talk to her daughter, and I had been ducking her calls. At the time, I thought that was the best decision. I didn’t want to tell her that Dream had been staying at our mama’s house for a week because I knew how much she didn’t want Dream over there. I just felt that what Loyal was doing to our mother was wrong. She was making her pay for shit she had done in the damn past. She was a better mother now than she had ever been. I’ve witnessed her with Dream, and I had to admit that she was an amazing grandmother.
“No. Khari wanted to come,” Normani said.
She was pushing her pink G-wagon today, and I fell in love with this car every time she brought her out, which wasn’t that often because she usually likes to ride in her Mercedes coupe. I smiled as I looked at Normani, still unable to believe that my girl was engaged to my cousin, plus she was carrying his baby. Normani hit me up this morning, asking if I wanted to hang out, and I let her know that I didn’t mind. Shit, I was happy that I got to spend two weekends back to back with my girl.
I had the folded up piece of paper in my hand from last week that I’d taken out of the jewelry box, and Normani and I were on the way to see the house that Monterius was slurring about last weekend. We would stop there first before we ran the streets. I wanted to know if that shit he was saying was just a bunch of drunken lies or if he was really telling the truth.
That night, I fell asleep on the floor with Monterius, and I didn’t wake up until about ten the next morning, but when I woke up, he was already gone. Before I could even respond to Normani, my phone buzzed in my lap. It was Truth calling me. I had been avoiding him since he called me this morning, so just to let him know that I was alive, I went ahead and answered.
“Hey,” I said as Normani pulled out of my driveway.
I’d already keyed in the address to the house, and it would take us about twenty-four minutes to get there.
“What’s good with you, man? I been calling you since eight this morning. I knew I shouldn’t have let your ass go back home. I should have dragged you on a fuckin’ plane to Chicago with me. I put this good dick on you, and you start running from me,” Truth said, making me laugh at him.
I sighed and then threw my head back into the headrest of the chair.
“I’m not running. When you called me this morning, I was still sleeping,” I said.
“But you obviously saw that you had missed calls from me, so you could have called back. When you coming back home, Twink?” he asked.
That deep voice just did something to me.
“I am home,” I said, trying to be sarcastic.
“Home is here with me, shorty. Let me book your flight for tonight. I miss you. I miss laying in the bed with you. I miss waking up to you cooking me breakfast,” he said, making me smile.
