part0014

“I’ll do anything for my son,” I cooed as I reached into the car seat and made silly faces at KJ. My lil nigga was starting to come into his looks now, and I was able to see more of myself in him.

“You sure you can give him that shit?” Picking up the box of rice cereal, I noticed that it wasn’t suitable for KJ’s age.

“My grandma told me if I sprinkle a pinch of it into his bottle, it’ll help him sleep longer,” Tanya replied.

“Why the fuck you need him to sleep longer? Ain’t like you got shit else to do but to take care of my son. I make sure all the bills and shit paid in that motherfucker.” Grabbing the box of cereal, I placed it back on the shelf.

“I still need sleep. It ain’t like you always around to help me with him.” She smacked her lips.

“What the fuck you trying to say? That I’m a deadbeat?” Deepening my gaze, I stared intently at Tanya, waiting for her to say some slick shit so I could pop her ass in the mouth.

“KJ does not sleep at night, all he does is cry. If one bottle at night with a pinch of cereal is going to help him sleep for a few extra hours so I can rest up, then it is what it is. At the end of the day, while you running around with that young hoe, I’m the one at home caring for our child alone.” Reaching for the cereal, she tossed it back in the cart.

“If something happens to my son because you out here trying to be a half ass mom, I swear Imma hurt you,” I warned.

“Half ass mom? More like half ass dad.” Tanya smacked her lips.

“What the fuck did you say?” Grabbing a handful of her hair, I challenged her to talk her shit.

“You really about to put hands on me in a store filled with people?” Tanya shrieked.

“You think I give a fuck about these people?” I gripped her wig tighter. “Stop playing with my top.” Mushing her ass, I watched as Tanya fell on the floor with her wig tumbling off her head and landing beside her.

Quickly picking the wig up off the floor, Tanya adjusted it on her head before standing to her feet. She was filled with attitude as she walked down the aisle, picking up items and dropping them in the basket. Tanya’s lips moved as she mumbled some bullshit I couldn’t hear while she continued to shop for the things she needed for the house. When we finally reached the checkout line, Tanya grabbed KJ’s car seat and walked out of the store.

“Did you find everything okay?” the pretty cashier asked.

“Nah, I wasn’t sure which aisle your number was located in,” I flirted.

“Ummm, are you asking me for my number?” Her cheeks brightened as she blushed.

“I mean, if you trying to give it to me.” Placing my hands on the counter, I towered over her before licking my lips.

“Okay,” she squealed.

After I paid for the groceries, she scribbled her number on the back of my receipt before handing it back to me.

“Don’t take it if you’re not going to use it,” she purred.

Looking down at her name that was neatly written underneath her phone number, I smiled at her.

“Imma use it, Lisa.” I winked before pushing the cart out of the store.

Popping the trunk, I loaded up the car with the groceries before making my way to the driver seat. Once I was sure KJ was buckled in his car seat, I pulled off. As I drove home, I pulled out my phone to call Hennessy. She was under strict orders to sit her ass in the house until I was able to uncover the true reason why she didn’t bring her ass out last night.

“Hello?” Hennessey groggily answered.

“Wassup, what you up to?” Peering back at Tanya, who was in the back, acting like her nosey ass wasn’t all in my business, I motioned for her to keep her mouth shut while I talked to Henny.

“I just woke up. You on your way home? I’m bored.” Hennessy yawned.

“Nah, I got some moves to make, but give me a few hours, alright?”

“Well, I’ll be here.” A loud sigh escaped her lips.

“Good. I’ll bring you some more candy later, then we can go shopping or some shit.” Taking a right turn on Tanya’s block, I slowed down as I inched toward her house.

“Alright.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” Hanging up the phone, I reached for my business phone and skimmed through the messages from the fiends who desperately needed their fix.

Once I backed into Tanya’s driveway, I quickly unloaded the car before kicking it on the couch with KJ while Tanya cleaned up. After feeding KJ his bottle, I changed his diaper then rocked him to sleep. Having my lil nigga in my arms was a rewarding feeling. I didn’t think I could love another motherfucker in the world until I met him.

Walking KJ to Tanya’s room, I laid him down in his playpen. On my way out, I spotted Tanya in the kitchen, bent over in front of the oven with her ass cheeks hanging out of her shorts. Making a detour, I made my way to the kitchen to shoot my shot.

“Damn!” I griped, smacking her ass. “What you in here cooking?”

“BBQ baked chicken, baked macaroni and cheese, white rice, and string beans.” Tanya was still bent over, checking the chicken as she spoke.

“Damn, I want a plate of that...” I allowed my words to trail off while I took a second to appreciate Tanya’s newly enhanced curves. Thanks to KJ, she was thicker than ever.

“You’re more than welcomed to wait. I can roll you up a blunt, and we can kick it,” she offered.

“I gotta make some moves but put my plate up for me I’mma swing back through to pick it up.”

“Yeah, alright.” Tanya sighed. Her tone was filled with disappointment, but I didn’t give a fuck. The money was calling, and I had to answer, especially since I was paying bills in two households.

Pulling out my work phone, I hit one of my loyal fiends to meet me a block away from my stash house. Swaggering my way to my brand new Impala, I was still mad over them bitches stealing my shit. The fact that I didn’t believe in fucking with the police was the only reason them hoes still had my shit. Most likely, they were out of town bitches, running licks on motherfuckers, and my dumb ass got-got.

The aroma of the potent weed filled my car the moment I pulled a few buds from the massive bag I was toting around with the intent to distribute. Breaking down the weed in the center of a twenty-dollar bill, I filled the Dutch with my drug of choice before sealing it closed with a few licks. Running the flames from my lighter over my blunt, I made sure it was seamed up to perfection before placing the joint to my lips and firing it up.

The moment I pulled out of Tanya’s driveway, heading East, I noticed a car trailing me. Reaching for my gun, I placed it on my lap while I made two sharp right turns. When I looked up through the rearview mirror, I didn’t see the car, yet I kept driving in circles just in case I was still being followed. Once I was sure the car was gone, I continued on my way.

Pulling up on my fiend, I hopped out of the car to quickly serve him. Since he was copping six hundred dollars’ worth of drugs, I decided to call it a day the moment I made this transaction.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Ray, the fiend, asked.

“Shut the fuck up and stop questioning me. Give me my money,” I growled. I didn’t play that friendly shit with the druggies. There was no reason for small talk. Give me my money, get yo’ fix, and keep it moving was the motto I lived by.

“Here you go.” Ray handed me six dirty, crumpled up hundred dollar bills.

I didn’t know what he did to get this money, and that shit wasn’t my business. After I inspected each bill for authenticity, I stuffed the bills in my pocket before reaching deep in my crotch to pull out the work.

“Thank you, man.” Ray beamed, displaying the only six teeth he had in his mouth.

Frowning, I waved him off. Hoping that the foul-smelling odor that penetrated his flesh hadn’t traveled to my clothes.

Getting back in my car, I headed in the direction of my stash house. I had too much money and weed on me to carry around. Even though my work phone kept blowing up, the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach told me it was time to punch out for the day.

Since my stash house was on the other block, I figured I could quickly put my shit up and be gone until I spotted a pair of flashing blue and red lights cruising behind me. Praying that they would go around me, I switched lanes, only for them to follow.

WHOOP! WHOOP!

In a blink of an eye, a slew of police cars came out of the cut, blocking me in. They had me sealed in so tight that I couldn’t take them on a high-speed chase if I wanted to. Looking down at my gun, then the bag of weed that sat on the passenger seat, the strong urge to shit consumed me. My body began to sweat profusely, making it hard to grip the steering wheel.

“Put the car in park, turn it off, then toss the keys out of the window… NOW!” The cop who had his gun trained on my car loudly spoke.

Knowing those pigs were quick to lay a nigga out, I slowly did as I was told. The moment my feet touched the pavement, I hoisted my hands high in the air.

“Slowly interlock your fingers behind your head, drop to your knees, then lay flat on your stomach,” the same pig ordered.

Shaking my head, I drew in a deep breath before loudly exhaling. The tightness of the cops’ fat finger around the trigger prompted me to do as I was told. These motherfuckers were looking like vultures, ready to take my ass out for any sudden movement, even if it was an innocent one.

The moment the side of my face touched the dirty ground, three cops were on me like white on rice. Gritting down hard on my teeth, I silently coached myself to stay quiet, even though those motherfuckers were pouncing on me and putting all their weight on me. The forceful twisting of my wrist forced me to wince in pain. I was determined not to show these motherfuckers any sign of weakness.

“You are under arrest for distribution of an illegal controlled substance within a five hundred foot radius of a school zone.” I was Mirandized before being cuffed with excessive force.

“Come on, man, you know that shit too tight,” I fussed, feeling the cuffs cut into my flesh.

“Shut the fuck up!” Roughly jacking me up, the cop who was yelling out the orders, who I believed to be the one in charge, violently pushed me down until I was sitting on the curb.

“Shit!” I groaned, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my shoulder. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I bit down hard until I drew blood, attempting to cancel out the unbearable pain I was feeling.

Two cops stayed posted up next to me while the other four walked over to my car to search it. The moment the bag of weed and gun was pulled out and tossed on the hood of my car, I knew I was fucked. Staring at them motherfuckers, I watched as the head pig in charge called for back-up. When the K-9 Unit pulled up, my heart leaped out of my chest. I knew those motherfuckers had no plans to play fair.

“What the fuck?!” My eyes widen in fear the moment the dogs started going crazy as they neared my trunk.

The cops were hands on as they tore through my truck, searching for whatever the dog was smelling. With each brick of cocaine that was ripped out from underneath my spare tire, I knew somebody was setting me up. If I hadn’t watched the cops conduct their search, I would have concluded that they planted those drugs in my whip. Unable to contain my bladder, I let it all out. It was over for me.

“Hey, Bernie, this motherfucker just pissed his pants.” The cop who was standing behind me laughed.

“He isn’t so tough after all.” Bernie chuckled.

It had been three days since I’d been locked up, three days that I’d been calling her ass with no answer. Picking up the phone again, I swallowed my pride and called Tanya. I knew calling her ass would be all she needed to gloat in my face about leaving my family to be with a young hoe. Pushing a deep breath through my lips, I nibbled on the corner of my inner cheek, hoping Tanya wouldn’t thug me out by not accepting my collect call.

“Hello,” Tanya sang.

“Yo, T, I need your help.” Hanging my head in defeat, I pressed my forehead against the gritty wall, praying Tanya wouldn’t be on no bullshit.

“You locked up, Kenny?” Loudly smacking her lips, Tanya sounded as if she had a smile plastered on her face.

“What the fuck you think, man?” My level of annoyance shot through the roof as I detected the direction of our conversation.

“I’m trying to figure out why you calling me when you got a whole hoe you shacked up with. Oh… I forgot, her ass ain’t even old enough to bail you out. That milk on the breath ass hoe can’t do shit for you right now, boo-boo,” Tanya gloated.

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“Why should I?” she countered. By her tone, I could tell she was enjoying having the upper hand.

“I’m not about to play with you right now, man. I get it, you were right, but now is not the time for all that extra shit. I need you, ma.” Lowering my voice, I spoke in a softer tone.

“Damn, it feels good to hear that shit.”

“You got me, bae?” I added, laying it on thick.

“Yes. What do you need me to do?”

“I need you to pull up on Hennessy for me. I don’t give a fuck what she’s doing. You walk up in that house and clear out my safe, then I need you to do the same at my stash house. When you got all my money and shit, I need you to find me a lawyer, a good one… you got me, baby?”

“Yes, I gotchu,” she purred.

“Don’t fuck me and turn into a mark bitch like Hennessy,” I warned.

“Never. No matter what, I never stopped loving you. I just hope now you can see that Imma always hold you down,” Tanya confessed.

“Yeah, okay. Good looking out. I’ll call you tomorrow to see if you handled that for me.

Once I was done giving her the code to my safe, and the addresses to both the house I resided in with Hennessy and my stash house, I checked in on my lil man before hanging up the phone. Picking up the phone I decided to call Hennessy again. She had life fucked up if she thought I wasn’t coming for her head the moment I got out.

“Stupid bitch!” Banging the phone against the wall, I was blinded with rage the moment I realized she changed her number.

I was far from a stupid nigga. The way Henny acted all jittery this morning had a nigga thinking she had something to do with me being locked up. Even if she wasn’t the one who initially set me up, I was sure her ass was a part of the plan. Being alone in my cell with my thoughts had me fucked up in the head. The fact that a sixteen year old broad was able to pull the okie doke on me had me feeling stupid as fuck. The moment Tanya got in contact with a good lawyer who would have me out on bail, these motherfuckers were going to have to detain my ass for putting a bullet in the center of Hennessy’s head.