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“Why you mad, boo? It ain’t my fault Freedom left ya ass for a real woman who knows how to handle him. And lets him be a man.”
Juicy laughs. “Code for: ‘I let him beat my ass and run the streets.’ Bitch, aren’t you late for some niggah’s dic—bleep sucking? You sound stupid as hell.”
They both start talking mad reckless about clawing ‘n’ stabbing each other up that I finally have to disconnect the Temeka chick from the line.
“Yo, beauties, hold up, hold up…time out,” I say, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of these two chickenheads fighting over some bum-ass mofo who clearly is only good for slinging dick ‘n’ fucking dumb-ass chicks silly. “Temeka is no longer on the line. But I’ma say this. Both of you need to chill. No man is worth disrespecting ‘n’ beating each other up over. Juicy, baby, obviously this cat Freedom moved on. So let him. Yeah, aiight. Dude hurt you. We get it. And its effed up that he put you through whatever you allowed him to put you through. But guess what? He’s not beat for you. So go do you. Be grown with your shit; cutting up dude’s shit ‘n’ talking all reckless is not the move. It makes you look crazy.”
She huffs. “No, boo. It makes me look like a bitch who is about to fuc—bleep his life up for tryna fuc—bleep over mine. That’s why I called his parole officer on his black ass. And he’s probably getting locked up right as we speak. Ha! I jaile
d with his ass, now let that bitch jail with him. And no worries, boo. I am doing me. And I’ma be doin’ his boy in a minute. That’s right George Gregory the Third, you piece of shit-ass trash. While you’re locked up takin’ a dic—bleep up the ass, I’ma be out here fuc—bleep—ing your boy, Knowledge. And what?” She cracks up laughing. “Oh, and one more thing, bitch-ass. Don’t drop the soap.”
My head is pounding. I take a deep breath.
“Desperation is at an all-time high,” I say, disconnecting Juicy from the line. “Like I always say, stupid is what stupid does. And fighting the next chick or the next dude over someone, who obviously doesn’t wanna be with you or doesn’t have enough respect for you to simply end the relationship is straight-up stupid. Get ya minds right, peeps. You can’t make someone love you if they won’t. On that note, thanks for another interesting night on 93.3’s Creepin’ ‘n’ Freakin’ After Dark. I’m ya boy, MarSell, bringing you the heat, keeping it turnt up in the sheets. Until the next time…keep it hot ‘n’ oh so nasty, my freaky peeps. I’m out.”
I lean back in my seat and remove my headset as Tank croons out over the air his rendition of Bonnie Raitt’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me.”
“Some night, huh?” Nina says walking over to my desk as I’m gathering my shit. My fucking head is still pounding from that nutty-ass broad calling here talking all slick ‘n’ shit. Real shit, that broad still has me muthafuckin’ hot.
I force a smile. “No doubt. These broads are fuckin’ crazy.” I shake my head. “It never ceases to amaze me the clown-ass shit chicks will do to try to keep a muhfucka who isn’t beat to be kept.”
“That’s why I’m still single,” she says, sitting on the edge of my desk. She sighs, locking her gaze on me. “Besides, seems like all the good ones are already taken.”
“Nah. Weren’t you listening earlier? Peanut’s still looking, baby. You want me to get back on the air ‘n’ have him get at you?”
She laughs, playfully swatting my arm. “No, thank you. I think I’ll pass on that. He’s not who I was referring to. Besides, I’m saving myself.”
“For who? Me?”
She averts her gaze and says, “Don’t flatter yourself. A man like you is only good for two things starting with the letter f. And flirting is the other one.”
I smirk. “Oh, and what’s the first thing?”
She pushes up off my desk, brushing by me. “You figure it out.”
THIRTY-FOUR
Marcel
“Mister Kennedy,” Alise says through the intercom, “there’s a call on line two. The caller says it’s urgent.”
I frown. “Who is it?”
“She wouldn’t give her name. But she said you’d take the call. And if not, she’d call your wife instead.”
Fuck.
Without another word, I know who the caller is. This broad is slowly starting to get on my muthafuckin’ nerves. “Aiight, thanks, Alise.” I take a few seconds to collect my thoughts, then pick up. “Yo, what the fuck is you doing?” I hiss. “You called the fuckin’ radio station ‘n’ now you calling me here. What the fuck is up with you, huh?”
“Oooh, I love it when you talk dirty, mi papi chulo.”
My jaws tighten. “Yo, what the fuck, man. I asked you nicely to stop fuckin’ calling here.”
“You did, papi. Don’t be mad. I just needed to hear your voice.”
“Look, you can’t keep calling here.”
“I want to see you, papi.”
