I was drunk, probably not the best person to talk to about staying married to a chick that was supposed to marry me, but here I was outside their hotel room talking this nigga into staying married.
Being a barber it was like being a therapist, and for some reason my clients all thought they could come talk to me about all of their problems. Being that me and Moe got close, and he was now rising up in the music world I let him bend my ear from time to time. We were cool and making money together, so I listened to it all shaking my head as he screamed and hollered.
“Man, I’m just gonna leave it alone, man. I’m gonna divorce her.” I wanted to laugh at this nigga. Just a few hours ago he was in a church crying talking about how much he loved this woman, and now here he was ready to let this shit go.
“You trippin, man.”
“Me... I’m tripping. You see my motherfucking mouth?” I looked at it again as he turned. His lip was a little swollen, but that wasn’t shit compared to what he would have done if he was in her shoes.
“Man, if you would have seen her kissing her baby daddy you would have tried to kill her ass.” He didn’t say shit, just looking off, but he knew I was right.
“Be real. What if you came down the stairs and caught her kissing her baby daddy?”
“I am her baby daddy.”
“Be real man. For real.”
“Nigga, you know what I would have done.”
“Just say it.”
“I would have killed both of they ass.” He laughed, but I knew my boy too well. He had a temper, and with the snap of his fingers he could be pissed off about anything.
“So... What you gonna do?”
“I told you, man, I’m done. It’s either we get divorced now or I kill that bitch.” I just shook my head, thinking about Kisha and how happy she looked today.
“That’s not a good idea, my dude. I think you should try to make it work.”
“What, man?”
“For real, this is marriage. You still got kids with her, and what you gonna go tell everybody that today was some bullshit?”
“Man, I don’t fucking know.” He was shaking his head sitting passenger side in my whip.
“Well, you need to figure it out cause there go your wife right there.” I pointed to the lobby at Kisha. She didn’t see us, but I damn sure saw her. Ass poking out of some shorts she had on, a tank top and some tennis shoes; nothing special, but the bitch was still something to stare at.
“Man, what the fuck she doing out here?”
“She’s looking for her husband, man. You better step up and be a man.” His phone rang just as I said it.
“Man, she calling me now.”
“Look, y'all plane leave tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You in fucking Barbados for one week. Go, tell her you sorry, do what you got to do and come back home with ya wife man.” We both watched her, frown on her face and cell phone to her head pacing back and forth in the hotel lobby.
“Or you could just take me to Rena’s house.” I laughed at that. “You rather be with that bitch Rena than Kisha?” I honestly asked him, and he had no words, but I already knew what my answer would be. Rena was a hood rat, ran through by everybody in the hood. She just happened to catch Moe’s ass and hit his ass with a baby.
“Naw, bruh. Go ahead.” He looked from me to the phone, finally picking it up.
“Yeah…” I didn’t hear what she was saying, but from watching her in the window she was pleading with him, begging this dude.
“Aight. Here I come.” He hung up with her opening the door.
“Thanks, man…”
“So you good?” He gave me a five stepping out.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks, bruh. I’ll see you when we get back.”
“Hold up, bruh…” I didn’t mean to bring this up now, but some shit couldn’t wait. “You know when you gonna cut that check for the house being sold?” We had a little business deal where we invested in a house, and the house had been sold for some months now. For some reason I still hadn’t gotten a check.
“Aww, man, my bad. As soon as I get back I got you.” He looked me in the eye when he said it. Moe was my boy, so no harm no foul. I knew he was good for it.
“That’s was sup, man. Go ahead and enjoy ya honeymoon”
“Right on, man.” He gave me a final dap and got out of the car. Kisha came outside, she looked sad and shit like she had been crying, but when she saw this nigga she lit up like a Christmas tree.
I watched as they hugged, kissed, and they went inside. I watched her ass as they walked in, wishing that she was my bitch, but she wasn’t.
My phone ringing stole my attention, and I already knew who it was without looking at the screen.
“Yeah, Rena.”
“You done yet?”
“What you mean am I done?”
“I want you to come over.” I rolled my eyes starting the car.
“What did I tell you, man?”
“What?”
“I said I’ll come fuck you when I get ready. Don’t be rushing me and shit.” She laughed, but I was serious. “Tell me something... You still fucking Moe?” She laughed.
“What, you jealous?” That was all the answer I needed. That bitch was probably fucking half the hood, but that wasn’t what this was about. He had something that was mine, so I was taking something of his.
“You used to have Moe ass running for you, but I’m not wit that shit.”
“Sorry, baby.” I pulled out of the hotel parking lot.
“Yeah, you better say that shit, and what the fuck you doing kissing Moe at his wedding.”
“What... How did you know…?”
“Don’t worry about how the fuck I know. Didn’t I tell yo ass not to show up?” She wanted to come to the wedding as my date, but that was a no go for me. I could fuck her, let her suck my dick, but being seen in public with his bitch wasn’t happening.
“I mean…”
“Yeah, I bet you mean. But you gonna know some shit when I get to yo crib.” I wasn’t laughing and I wasn’t joking, I couldn’t take no pity on these hoes, because they always took shit for granted. Plus, seeing Kisha cry made me want to get some revenge. Grudge fucking bitches was my specialty, and tonight Rena was gonna feel every bit of tension and aggression I had pent up in me.
“I’m sorry, T.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry. Get ready and have the door unlocked.” I hung up before she could say a word. She was grown, and so was I. Moe didn’t need to know I was fucking his baby Momma, and he also didn’t need to leave his fine ass wife to fuck with a bitch, whose mouth was wrapped around my dick every night. If he was gonna have Kisha, he had better do right by her, because if I had the chance I was going to steal her ass and make her mine.
We didn’t love these hoes and this was what real homies were for, to keep you from making the wrong decision, and tonight I saved my boy from being with a hoe, so he could be with his wife, but I would have traded spots with his ass in a minute.
But I came to a conclusion today. Kisha was over me, or at least she put on a damn good acting job. She had kids now, and at least ten years had passed since we used to fuck around. It was time for me to move on, and that’s what I was going to do.
Kisha was everything I wanted, but if she didn’t want me then what did it matter.
My phone rang again; this time I looked, and it was still Rena’s number.
“What, man?”
“Are you coming now?”
“Don’t fucking rush me. I’ll be over there to fuck you when I feel like it.” Hanging up I could only smile at my pimpin. Moe was into saving these hoes, but not me. They were only good for one thing, and so what this was his baby Momma. What my boy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and at least this way he didn’t have to worry about some other nigga coming in and mistreating his kids. Old Uncle Titus always made sure the kids were tucked in before I went creeping with their momma.