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“This will be the first time in over thirty years that I haven’t attended a bible study class. I’m over everything that comes with that church. I want to build up my own congregation. I want to actually love the members of my church and not just tolerate them because they give every Sunday for tithes and offering. With these demons that your father keeps having pop out of the dark, trust me, it is only a matter of time before he is the only person left standing. There’s no doubt in my mind that your father is just moments away from losing it all. You cannot keep doing bad things to people and expect good things to continue happening to you,” she voiced.
I nodded my head at her words, agreeing with everything she said.
We spent the rest of our time together talking about the baby and her future plans. As much as I would have loved to finish the conversation with my mother, I knew that I needed to get back to work. Summer was slowly approaching, and many kids were getting ready to start summer programs. So you could imagine how busy the office had been with patients needing physicals.
I would enjoy the craziness that came with being in the office because I only had a few months left before I took my leave. Leave it to my husband to think I was supposed to stop working at twenty weeks pregnant. If I could go to thirty-nine weeks, I would, but Billionaire and I would just have to come to some sort of middle ground.
“Just walk in the middle of the church and start pistol-whipping his old ass. That’s what the fuck I would have done,” Monterius talked shit as we got out of the car at Normani’s bitch ass daddy’s church.
Dru was rolling with us too, and he got out of the backseat. I hit these niggas up this afternoon and let them know what I planned to do, and both these crazy ass fools thought I was doing the funniest shit in the world. They wanted to slide with me as I acted out on my master plan. The thing is, I wasn’t even no petty ass nigga like this, but I was so fuckin’ tired of this nigga playing with me.
Instead of confronting him on some one on one type of shit, I would do that shit right in front of an audience. He wanted to do his dirty work outside of his church, so it was only right that I confronted him in the same place where he did his dirty shit. That good pastor image that fuck nigga was up there portraying would be gone by tonight. I could have kidnapped the nigga, dragged him back with me, pistol whipped him, and then blown his fuckin’ brains out, but that would take up too much of my energy. I had something else planned for tonight, something that would hit him where it hurts.
I loved my wife so fuckin’ much that I couldn’t even kill this nigga like I wanted to. Normani was hurt, and she said a lot of things about her father out of anger, but once it was all said and done, I knew she didn’t want me to dead the nigga. I mean, look how she acted last night when she saw the blood on my shoes, and she thought it belonged to her daddy. Killing a big-time pastor in Miami… that just wasn’t a smart move on my part because some of his congregation would be loyal to him no matter what. They would search high and low when it came to an investigation if he were to ever go missing.
At Normani’s book signing, he kept going on and on about Normani needing to care about what her doctor friends or her church friends would think about her dating me. From that incident, I could tell that perception was everything to him, and because I knew he cared so much about what people said or thought about him, I would fuck with his image.
“Cursing on church grounds! God should let lightning flash right now and strike yo’ ass!” I said to Monterius, shaking my head.
“You cursing too! Bruh, you were just smoking weed in the parking lot of the church. If I get struck, you getting struck with me,” he joked.
“Yeah, let me get away from y’all niggas. I know one thing. Lightning ain’t about to strike me,” Dru called out.
I laughed at his scary ass while we made our way into the church. I’d always known about this church, but I had never been to it. I was ashamed to admit that I didn’t take my ass to church as often as I should have, but when I went, it was always to my grandmother’s church, which was about a good fifteen minutes away from there.
We walked inside and stood in the foyer of the church. There were a lot of pictures and stuff hung on the walls, and I smiled as I came across a picture of my wife. It was of her as a little girl. All her family was on the picture with her too. If I had to guess, she was about five. Both of her front teeth were missing, her hands were on her hips, and she was smiling big. Her long hair was in two ponytails, and all I could think about was Normani telling me how she would get bullied when she was a little girl for being too dark and because she was so skinny. Man, whoever was picking on my baby back then was a fuckin’ hater. Normani was so pretty as a little girl. I hoped she gave me a daughter, and she came out looking just like that.
“That’s going to be one hairy ass baby that y’all about to have. Daughter going to come out wearing a Kim K ponytail,” Monterius brought his dumb ass over and said as he also looked at the picture of Norma
ni.
“Ima tell my wife you said that too,” I told him.
He laughed and threw his hands up in the air, letting me know that he ain’t want no smoke with Normani. We walked further into the foyer and could hear Normani’s daddy inside preaching. I looked through one of the doors and saw that it was filled with people inside. You really would have thought it was Sunday morning from the number of people filling the pews. This nigga was blessed to have all these fuckin’ members, yet he was so worried about the many ways he could fuck up his daughter’s life.
I shook my head as I listened to this crook preach to the congregation. I gave Monterius and Dru a look, letting them know that I was about to walk inside. They both gave me looks like, go ahead then, nigga. I fucked with those two on some real shit because they were riding with a nigga, even when I was on some crazy shit, and best believe, the shit I was on right now was definitely some crazy shit. I walked in, purposely swinging the door back with force. The door made a loud, booming sound once it hit the wall, and it caused every single person in the church to turn around.
I was sure everybody in that motha fucka thought that three hood lookin’ niggas like us were there to rob them, but if only they knew we were all worth a pretty penny, and we didn’t want shit they had. I heard a few gasps, and I noticed a few people grab their loved ones closer. I even heard a bunch of whispering, but I didn’t want to focus my attention on everyone else. At that moment, the only face I cared to see was Normani’s father. When he looked back at me, it was like he had seen a damn ghost. With a swagger in my walk and a smirk on my face, I went to the front of the church.
“Why you look like you shocked to see me, Pastor Davidson?” I asked, smiling now that I was standing side by side with him.
“Could you please take a seat? I’m in the middle of bible study. Thank you,” he said.
“Thank you? Ohhhh, we have manners today? I’m not a thug today? You’re even offering me a seat? Oh, wow, but I ain’t come here for all that, though. I just wanted to have a brief moment with your congregation. You don’t mind, right?” I asked, then reached for the mic that was in his hands.
He moved his hand, but I still managed to snatch the mic from him. I could see where he was signaling up top, telling whoever was working the sound to turn my mic off.
“Big guy up top, don’t turn the sound off. I got two hundred dollars for you if you keep it on,” I spoke.
I watched the guy who was working the sound, and it was obvious that he was trying to decide if the two hundred dollars I had promised him was worth it. He eventually gave me a head nod, letting me know that he would not shut off the sound. He probably hated this bitch ass pastor too, which is why he did what I told him to do.
I focused my attention back on his members, who were looking around, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. The fact that nobody got up to stop me proved that everyone in this motha fucka was eager to see what was about to go down.
“For those of you who have scared looks on y’all face, y’all can chill because me and my homies ain’t here to rob this church. We read our bible too. We know we ain’t supposed to kill nobody or take nothing from nobody. That’s a joke. Y’all can laugh,” I said, and there were a few snickers here and there.
“Nah, but on some real shi… I mean, to be honest with y’all, I’m going to keep it short. I just want to give y’all an update on your pastor right here. Before I start on him, let me give a quick testimony about myself. A few of y’all probably already know who I am. There was a time when I was responsible for flooding these same streets with drugs that killed hundreds of people daily. I’m not proud of that, but we all have a past. I got caught up in this street life, and five years of my life were taken away from me in prison.
“I haven’t even been home a whole year yet, but I’ve already done this major change in my life. I’m in the real estate business, flipping houses, I’m married with a new baby on the way, to add to the two kids that I already have. Guess who my wife is, though?” I said.
