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My mouth was damn near hitting the floor, and this was solely because he told me that Normani’s dad had paid someone to try and kill him. That shit was very disturbing, yet Billion was telling it like it was no big deal.
“The same way you just apologized right here, have you said it to her?” I asked.
“Nah,” he spat. I heard it all in his voice that he was mad.
“Well, you should start off by apologizing. Her birthday is tomorrow. I hope you have something planned, or else, your ass is going to be a dead man. I’m not trying to fly out to Miami for a funeral. I’m having way too much fun in Cali,” I told him.
“Yeah, you having too much fuckin’ fun if you ask me. I got a little something planned for her tomorrow. Shouldn’t do shit for her mean ass. I swear Ima wake up in the morning and act like I forgot,” he said, and I laughed as I shook my head at him.
“And you niggas have the nerve to wonder why us women are crazy. Look how y’all provoke us. What you got planned for her? You know I want to be nosey,” I said, smiling from ear to ear like tomorrow was my birthday.
“I ain’t telling you. Why? So, you can run back and tell her? Who all you be hanging out with in Cali? They treating you right there? One weekend, me, Normani, and the kids are going to just pop up on yo’ ass. I want to see who you running with,” he said.
“Come. I would love to show y’all my new stomping grounds. I just be with Truth. You remember my best friend, Mia, right?” I asked him, and he paused.
Billion made a face. A face that every woman could easily read and tell what that face meant. I dealt with one of the biggest dogs in the world, so I knew that if a nigga made a face like that, when you asked them if they knew a bitch, then ten times out of ten, it meant that they fucked them.
“Billion, no! You put me in the fuckin’ middle now! Conflict of interest!” I said.
“Yo, that shit is old. We fucked about a year before I went to prison. She came down to Miami to visit. Twink, I don’t know what you be doing in your personal life, so how was I supposed to have known that you be running with her? Just don’t be bringing my wife around shorty. It’s no hard feelings between Mia and me. We did our thing, and that was that. At the same time, my wife ain’t about to be around no bitch, and they sit around sharing sex stories about me with each other,” he said.
“I’ve been around her for a couple of months now. She never even brought it up,” I whispered. I was more so talking to myself than I was talking to him.
“It ain’t shit to tell. The only reason I told you is so you’ll know not to have her around my wife. It’s cool, Twink. Do yo’ thing. I’ll make sure I tell Normani before she jumps down my fuckin’ throat about this shit too,” he let me know.
I stayed on the phone with my cousin for another five minutes or so, and then we finally hung up. I tried calling Normani back, and that’s when a text message came through from Billion that she was in the room, taking a nap. I couldn’t wait to get in the car tonight with Mia and find out why she never told me that she messed around with my cousin in the past, especially since I had brought him and Normani up to her a couple of times, and she’d never even batted a damn eye.
On the way to the game
“Bitch, I got a bone to pick with you,” I said to Mia as she and I sat in the backseat of the Escalade as we were chauffeured to my baby’s game.
We barely had our asses touching the seats before I jumped down her throat. I was hoping Mia would tell me that Billion was lying, but I knew the type of nigga my cousin was, and it had never been a problem for him to bag a bitch, so I knew the nigga didn’t have to lie on his dick, but damn, at the same time, I hoped that this time, he was lying. What’s so crazy is that ever since Mia and I came back into each other’s lives, we had pretty much picked up our friendship where it had left off years ago, so she was back to telling me her personal stories, and I was back to telling her mine. She never even hinted at her and my cousin's messing around back in the day.
My legs were crossed in the studded Christian Louboutin thigh-high boots, and I was definitely feeling myself. What I liked about Cali was that they had a lot of cool weather, so I was able to throw on different fashion pieces that I couldn’t wear in Miami because my ass would burn up. My man told me he loved it when I came to the games dressed in a sexy way, but still keeping it classy for him. That way, I wasn’t showing the whole world everything on my body.
Tonight, I was in a see-through bodysuit with sta
r patches on my nipples, so I wasn’t exposing anything. I wore a pair of skintight, black, skinny jeans that took me a few minutes to jump my ass into because being out here in Cali with Truth, this nigga had me eating out just about every day. I was picking up weight, but in all the right places, of course. Like I said, I wore thigh-high boots, and because I knew how to do my own hair, my hair was styled in a long Kim K ponytail that went down to my ass, swinging with every step I took.
Truth was into diamonds. Ever since he and I were in high school, this man has had a mean obsession with jewelry, so it was only right that he kept me laced up as well. A fat, custom Cuban chain lay around my neck. It was dripping in diamonds with the words, Truth’s Girl on it. I wore the gold AP watch that he had gotten me on my wrist, with the Cuban bracelet to give off a flashier look. The engagement ring that sat on my finger, which had to cost the price of a few exotic cars put together, glowed in the back of the dark car.
“What’s up?” Mia asked as she dumped the contents of the weed into her lap, getting ready to roll up.
Mia was one of the prettiest bitches I knew, but she would sit up and roll a blunt like a nigga, and I would be right there to help her smoke it too.
“Why you never told me that you and Billion messed around?” I asked, and she let out an annoyed groan.
Mia looked up at me with those beautiful, hazel colored eyes, and she rolled them. Just like me, Mia was dressed up tonight. She was in a tan colored Gucci shirt with the word Gucci spread across the front in different colors. She also wore a pair of light blue, high waisted denim jeans with her shirt tucked inside. A pair of red heels were on her feet, and her long hair was flat ironed bone straight with a part down the middle. Mia could do make-up like a real professional, so her make-up tonight was sick. As pretty as she looked, I saw it all in her face that she didn’t care to explain the past she shared with my cousin.
“He told you that? Because there are only two people who know about that, and that’s him and me. We vowed to never even speak on that shit,” she said, confirming that it was true.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because when you started telling me about him, you told me about his girl too. That’s disrespectful for me to be like, ‘oh yeah, by the way, I fucked him’ Plus, it wasn’t even that serious. This was before me and Beatz even got together. I came down for a funeral, and I ended up running into him that night at a club. We chilled, we smoked, we fucked, and that was it. It was never supposed to be anything between Billion and me, and it never was. He’s fine! Too fuckin’ fine, but I have my own nigga, and he has his own girl. That’s why every time you brought up Normani, I’d just shrug it off because I knew I wasn’t about to be around no woman whose nigga I had fucked.
“Even though that shit happened in the past, and it didn’t mean anything to either of us, I feel like I still shouldn’t be around her. That’s just how my respect is set up. If she’s secure in her relationship with him, and she doesn’t mind being around me, I don’t mind the three of us kicking it. I just know the type of bitch I am. I ain’t chopping it up with no bitch that my husband fucked before. I don’t care if the shit happened when he was in middle school; it just ain’t happening,” she said to me.
“Damn, Mia! I would have never even thought that,” I said before slouching down in my seat and taking the blunt from her, so I could take a pull for myself.
