Goldie



"So, you mean to tell me you haven't been at home in three days?"

I rolled my eyes since the officers had asked me this several times already. "Yes. I checked into a hotel a few nights ago."

"Why? Why would you check into a hotel by yourself? What about your boyfriend, Raymond?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I replied.

"Since when? Because people in your apartment complex always see you two together."

"We're always together because he won't leave me alone. He's stalking me."

"Why?"

"Because I broke up with him a few weeks ago. Raymond is very possessive and feels like he owns me. Anywhere I go, he's there. He'll just pop up and harass me and everyone around me. He'll bring his friends and harass me. He doesn't even live with me."

"Where does he live then?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I used to live in a house on the other side of the city. I came home one night, after I kicked Raymond out by sitting all of his stuff outside, and he and his friends pulled guns on me."

"How did you get away?"

"I barely got away since the guy I'm seeing now sent one of his body guards over to help me. Raymond and his friends stole my money and got away. I moved on the other side of the city to a small apartment to try to get away from Raymond, but like usual, he found me. Somehow he got a key and comes in every night like he owns the places, so I left."

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of his shit," I responded, truthfully. It wasn't like I was lying about anything I said, except for why I went to a hotel. Everything else was true though. Banga was stalking me, I did kick him out of the house, I did move across the city to get away from him and he did follow me to my new apartment. Banga won't leave me the hell alone. "I wanted to be away from him."

"Or you wanted to be with your new man, right?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Possibly but I didn't have any guests in my room. All I did was went to work, class and studied. I laid low."

"Why? Because you pushed your boyfriend out of the window?"

"One, he's not my boyfriend. And two, I laid low so I could avoid him. I didn't know he was pushed out of a window or in any type of harm."

"What did Raymond do for a living?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Hell if I know."

The officer sighed as he pulled out the seat across from me and plopped down at the table. I could tell he was getting pissed off the more I talked to him, but as crazy as my story sounds, I plan on sticking to it and I don't plan on giving up Prince, or even involving him. I don't want anything he's doing to get exposed, because if it does, then Princess will be taken away from him. And Prince has done a lot for me since I started working with him. Giving him up would be stabbing him in the back.

"Look Miss. Golding, I don't have time for the damn games today! You were seeing that man for over eight months, so you had to know what he was doing for a living! What the hell was he doing? Did he have someone out to get him?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Raymond didn't like me in his business."

"What was his business?"

"I don't know, damn! He didn't involve me in anything he did, plus, I don't think he even has a job. He was always stealing money from me. He'd steal my phone, he'd steal my wallet and all of the money I've saved up, he'd steal my cards and run up bills on my cards. So, I don't think he has a job."

"So why were you with him then? Because a young woman of your age and cultural background is looking for a man with money, right? Looking for a man to take care of you and your children, right?"

"Look, officer, I don't know what reality shows you've been watching but every black woman my age isn't looking for love from a man with money. Clearly, I make my own money because I go to work, unlike Raymond. I'm in school trying to better myself so I can make more money in the future, a whole lot more money than you're making just questioning me. Now, are we done here? Because you can't hold me here all day without bringing formal charges against me or even allowing me to call a lawyer."

The officer took a deep breath as he stood up. "I'll let you go Miss. Golding, but I still have no explanation as to why your boyfriend's body was found outside of your apartment. Regardless of the sob story you put on about being a strong black one, you're still a number one suspect in this case and until he wakes up, you're still going to be the number one suspect. We're going to inspect you and your apartment and we're going to find out what you did to him."

"I'm innocent until proven guilty, and officer, I don't think a judge or the jury would like you purposely trying to pin charges on me because I'm a strong black woman, as you say. Raymond's not even dead and I haven't done anything to him except for run away from him because he's a mental, physical and emotional abuser. I wouldn't hurt him because I know he'll retaliate against me. Now, if you have any further questions then you can contact my lawyer, not me," I said as I stood up.

My heart was beating fast as hell. I was nervous as fuck to be talking to a detective about contacting my lawyer. I don't even have a lawyer, I wouldn't know how to get the money to pay one and I definitely wouldn't even know how to get in contact one. All I was doing was talking big shit. I tried to make it seem like I knew what I was talking about, even though I didn't know what I was saying. I was just making shit up that I'd seen on TV, and it worked.

"You can leave Miss. Golding but expect a call from us very soon. You better hope Raymond wakes up from his coma, or you'll have charges bought up against you."

"Okay," I waved him off, still playing it cool but I was still scared. What if he dies and they blame it all on me? I'll be in prison for the rest of my life. "Can I leave now?"

"Yes. An officer will escort you out."

"Thank you officer."

I grabbed my purse off of the floor and walked out of the room, only to be met by another officer who escorted me out of the police station. I was scared shit-less as I walked outside to my car. As soon as I climbed into my car, I broke down crying. All I was trying to do was get away from Banga but I see defending myself has only fucked me over even more. Whatever happens in this situation, I'm fucked. If he dies, the police will lock me up but that's if his friends don't get to me first. And if he survives, he's going to torture me and kill me.

I just don't want to lose my life because I was trying to keep myself save. I could call Prince to help me but he's dealing with his own shit right now. He's locked up, so how much can he really do for me? And I don't want him getting hurt because of more of my shit. Who knows if I'll even be in contact with him anymore, anyways? Based on my conversation with Ms. McDonald and the police taking me away, she probably won't want me around her son or the rest of her family.

I fucked up big time.

Theodore III

"Counselor, would you like to give your testimony?"

I sat back against the hard wooden seat in the court room as my attorney stood up, getting ready to defend me. I felt like shit after being locked up for four days. It's not like I couldn't handle jail but I was out of my element. I'm not used to being treated like an animal like the rest of them niggas. I don't like being told what to do, especially by niggas that only want to see me hurt. But being in jail proved something to me that King always told me to do, that I never did. He has his own people on the inside working for him. I need to do the same, so the next time some shit like this happens, I'll have people on the inside to help me out.

"Judge, look at my client," Jeffrey shook his head as he pointed at my disheveled appearance. I only looked a damn mess since I couldn't shower or shave and I refused to eat anything they gave me. "Is this the face of a person who would do anything to harm a police officer? All Mr. Reed was trying to do was take his daughter to school when the officers attacked him. He was merely defending himself since he was holding his daughter and the officers knocked his daughter out of his hands. He had to defend his daughter!"

"That's a reach and you know it!" The officer that attacked me yelled from the other side of the court room.

"A reach?" My attorney chuckled. "In the police report it was documented that one of your officers forcibly turned my client around, against his will might I add, causing him to drop his daughter on the ground." My attorney walked to the middle of the court room as he snatched a picture out of his suit jacket. It was a picture of Princess. How'd he get it? I have no idea. I just want to know what he's going to use it for. "Look at this little girl everyone...this is the face of a five year old that's sick. She's dying!"

"And you're lying!" The officer shouted, causing the judge to bang her gavel against her desk.

"Officer Haynes, please allow him to finish. Then you'll be able to speak your peace. But for now, be quiet," she said as she turned to my attorney. "Counselor, please hurry up."

"I am. I'm about to make my last point...as I was saying, this is the face of a little girl that's sick and dying. At a moment's notice, Mr. Reed could lose his daughter due to a fatal kidney disease. He's not a killer, he's a lover and he loves his daughter. He was merely trying to protect her from hurting and suffering anymore than she already has. With Mr. Reed away in holding for four days, he was unable to treat his daughters' disease. He has to give her shots every morning to make sure that she's healthy. He's not a harmful person, but you know who is?" My attorney paused for a moment before pointing at the cop. "THIS MAN! He's a danger to himself and anyone around him. Has anyone even taken a look at the police report?"

"Yes," the judge replied with a confused face.

My attorney smiled. "Ahhh, but have you read between the lines ma'am?"

"I skimmed over it. Why?"

"Because it seems as though these officers forgot to read my client his Miranda Rights. Now, I know I've already given my testimony, but since these officers didn't read my client his rights, it seems as though this case is going to have to be thrown out. And I'm requesting all of these alleged charges to be wiped clean from my clients' file."

The judge scrunched up her face. "Excuse me? Where's the police report?"

My attorney kept the same smile on his face as he approached her bench with the police report in his hands. Before we even got to court, he said he knew they didn't read me my rights but he wants to pull on the judges' heart strings by bringing up how sick Princess is and then he'd drop the bomb on them about not reading my rights. It was genius.

The judge's confused face turned into a frown as she read the report. "So you all didn't read him his rights and refused to give him a proper trial?"

"Judge Ma--"

"I don't want to hear it," the judge cut the officer off. "As an officer of your standing and rank, I expected so much more from you. I expected you to read his rights and know the proper procedure when making an arrest at a public school. I'm rendering this a mistrial and I'm granting your request counsel to remove the charges from his file."

I smiled. "Thank you judge."

"I'm not done yet," the judge continued. "You only got off because of the ignorance of these officers, but trust and believe, you would've gone down for a very long time for all of the charges you had stacked up against you. I don't want to see you in my court room again young man. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I responded before she ended the trial.

Mama ran up to me with Princess in her arms and my Dad following behind them. "Baby, I'm so glad you got off," she said as she kissed my cheek. "I was worried they were gonna lock you up."

"I know, me too." I took Princess out of her arms and kissed her cheek. "Baby girl, I missed you so much."

"I missed you too Daddy. Are you coming home tonight?"

"Yeah, of course and we're gonna hang out all night. Just me and you. You like that?"

Princess nodded her head. "Yeah. Can I have ice cream?"

"Of course, anything for you Princess. You know I love you, right?"

"Yes and I love you too Daddy."

I jumped a little when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over at my Dad, who looked upset. "I need to speak with you," he told me.

Mama rolled her eyes and pushed his hand off of me. "Well, you can talk to him later but right now, he needs to be around his daughter. He just got out of a bad situation, give him a break."

"He's a grown man. He needs to hear this."

I sighed and handed Princess over to Mama. "Mama, can you take her outside to the car? We'll meet you guys out there."

Mama shook her head and walked out of the courthouse with Princess. I knew my Dad was gonna give me slack for getting locked up, but it's not my fault. I didn't do shit I wouldn't normally do. All I did was defend myself and protect my daughter.

"Look, before you even say shit, just know I was tryna protect my dau--"

"Oh, I don't give a damn about that bullshit excuse your attorney just gave. They might've profiled you but you should've acted better than you did since your daughter was around."

I sighed. "Just one time in my life, why can't you have my back? I've been locked up for four days, and this is all you have to say to me? Aren't you happy I got out?"

"Yes, I'm happy you got out but that still doesn't excuse the fact that you were locked up."

My Dad was pissing me off and this was the last thing I should've been worried about after getting out of jail. I brushed past him, tired of his shit, and walked out of the court room but he made sure to follow behind me.

"Typical Theodore, running away from your problems. Why don't you just be a man and talk to me, son?"

I continued walking, trying to get away from me but he followed right beside me. "I get the running away shit from you. You don't like it, do you?"

"You ain't funny. You're immature."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay and that's something else I get from you. Why don't you just leave me the hell alone? You see all I'm tryna do is be with my da--"

"Stop using your daughter as an excuse," he cut me off, making me frown. I don't know what's gotten into him today but I'm not feeling it. I don't know where all of this is coming from but he needs to leave me the fuck alone. "A good father wouldn't use his children as an excuse."

"You wouldn't know anything about that since you're a dead beat."

His eyes widened. "A dead beat?"

"That's what I said."

I continued walking ahead of him but he grabbed my wrist and snapped me around. "How the hell am I a dead beat when I provided everything to you and your siblings? I gave you life little nigga!"

I pushed him back. "Life? Nah, nigga, my Mama gave me life. You just donated your sperm. Yeah, you provided all the extra unnecessary shit we had but Mama could've provided for us with her income. And a dead beat is more than just not providing material shit. You weren't there as a man or a father and you never steered me in the right direction, which is ultimately how I ended up in jail a few days ago. It's because of you. And for your information, I'm not using my daughter as an excuse. I'm just tryna treat my daughter a whole lot better than how you treated me."

"Yeah, and you said the same shit about your mother being a dead beat too," he chuckled. "Which parent was a dead beat?"

"If you want an honest answer, it was both of y'all but at least Mama's tried to make it better over the past few years. You haven't."

"I've apologized to you numerous times but I'm not kissing your ass about it. You're a grown man and you need to start acting like one."

"So do you," I spat. "Fuck you. Don't come around me or my daughter again 'cause I'm done with you old man. You always got so much shit to say but you don't even have your own shit together. Tell your wifey to stop cheating on your old ass then come say some shit to me, but until then, continue getting cheated on, you old fuck. I bet the other nigga is fucking her better than you ever did."

I laughed as I walked away from him. I don't know why my Dad always has so much to say about me and what I'm doing when his own house isn't even together. I've been fucking Milan for years, and clearly it's better than him since she's been fucking with me for so long and constantly blowing me up. She loves me more than she loves him. I wish I could tell his stupid ass that but I'm waiting to tell him just so I can catch him at one of his worst moments.

I walked outside and was immediately met by the flashes of lights and cameras. Paparazzi were standing outside of the court house but I don't know why. As soon as I got outside, they began storming me with questions:

"Theodore, how do you feel about getting off?"

"How does your father feel about this?"

"Since you've had these charges bought against you, how will they effect your fathers' career?"

"Will your father still be able to own the team with these charges against you?"

"Where's your daughter?"

"Who's taking care of your daughter since you were locked up?"

I didn't know what to do but push them out of my way. Who were they to question me about what I'm doing with my life? And why are they so concerned about my life and my father all of a sudden? The paparazzi haven't swarmed us like this since I was younger and my father was still playing ball. I pushed past all of them and made my way over to Mama's car, where they were surrounding her car. I pushed them out of my way and climbed into the backseat with Princess.

"Daddy, look! We're famous!" Princess smiled as she waved to the people taking pictures of us.

"Mama, what's going on?"

Mama sighed. "Because while you were in jail, your father made a major deal on another team. One of the owners dropped their share in the company so now he's a part owner of the Los Angeles Dream Team and the Atlanta Jets. And since he's part owner of the Jets, he made head coach. They're all just up his ass since he finally has something going on in his life and your father is just eating up the attention. Do you know, before we came here, he insisted his personal designer come to his house so she could personally dress us all?" Mama chuckled as she looked down at her outfit. "The bitch came over with a whole glam team. I'm talking, shoes, clothes, jewelry, makeup, hair. Everything."

I scrunched up my face as I looked over at Princess who was immaculately dressed, just to be coming to my trial. She was draped in Gucci from head to toe. She had on a black Gucci dress with the usual green and red Gucci strips across her collar and black leather Gucci flats with the stripes too. "For what?"

"It's all for show," Mama waved the thought off. "It's a bunch of bull shit if you ask me. He just has to make everything about himself, when it's not about him today."

"It's about Daddy, right?"

Mama looked back at Princess before nodding her head. "Right, Princess. It's about your Dad."

"I like my dress though," Princess mumbled as she looked over at me with big eyes. "Can I keep it?"

"Nah."

Her eyes widened. "How come?"

"Because I'm gonna buy you a new one," I said, making her smile. I don't need my Dad buying her shit or getting her dressed in shit. I can afford to take care of my daughter and she doesn't need a glam team either. She's just a toddler, not a charity case.

"Okay. Can we go shopping today?"

"Maybe tomorrow morning?"

"What about school?" Princess asked.

Mama turned back to Princess. "Remember I told you about switching schools? Remember you're going to a new school in two days?"

"Oh, yeah," Princess mumbled.

"And we gon' make sure you look good for your first day, a'ight?"

Princess nodded her head as she looked back out of the window to wave to the paparazzi. I want Princess to be as stable as possible but I can't send her back to her old school. It's too dangerous for the both of us to go back there. And with all of the police there everyday, it's too hot for me to be coming back and forth up there when I'm probably a person of interest.

My Dad eventually emerged from the courthouse but he made sure to stop and talk to the reporters. I could see what Mama was saying. He was dressed to the nines, just because the attention was on him. He was basking in this attention. He climbed into the car and looked back at me with a frown on his face.

"You have someone waiting on you at your house," he told me.

That was the only thing said in the car as he drove across the city to my house. There was a Rolls-Royce parked outside of my house when he dropped Princess and I off. He didn't even wait to make sure we got in the house. He just pulled off.

"I know who's car that is," Princess pointed to the car sitting in the driveway.

I scrunched up my face. "Who's car is that?"

"Grandpa King's!"

"How you so sure about that?"

"Because the last time we went to see him, Isaiah showed me all of Grandpa's cars in his garage and I liked this one. Grandpa said I could have this one when I get older."

I scrunched up my face. "You sure baby girl?"

Princess nodded her head. "Yeah, it's Grandpa. Wanna make a bet?"

I smirked as we walked up the porch steps. "What'chu trying to bet?"

"Two cookies. If I win, I get five cooks and if you win then you get two."

"You know you can't have cookies, but I'll think about it." I chuckled as I shook on her bet, even though it it wasn't right. I unlocked my front door and walked around to the living room, only to see Isaiah and King sitting on my couch, just like Princess said. Princess pulled on my pants leg with a smile on her face. Damn. I sucked my teeth. She was right. "I'll give 'em to you later," I told her.

"Princess, my favorite great granddaughter," King smiled as he extended his arms.

I shook my head. She's his only great granddaughter. Princess ran into his arms. " Did Grandpa, I missed you so much."

"What about me?" Isaiah asked.

Princess climbed out of King's arms and hugged Isaiah. "I missed you too Uncle. Did you miss me?"

Isaiah smiled. "Of course I missed my favorite niece. I got you something."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs in your room. Go check it out."

Princess' eyes lit up and she ran upstairs to her room as I walked into the living room. They had to be here with some important shit if they came all the way here from California. I took a seat across from them and the first thing King said to me was:

"You look like shit, boy."

"Damn King. Why you gotta start off with that?" Isaiah shook his head as he looked me up and down before he started laughing too. "You do look like shit though."

I sucked my teeth. "Alright, I get it. I get it. I haven't showered and shaved in days. I know I look like shit. The better question is, what are y'all doing here?"

"We heard about your little trouble and decided to come down here and see what kinda trouble your dumb ass got into," King replied, "but I heard the dumb ass cops didn't read you your rights so you got off. You got off real good."

Isaiah nodded his head. "Yeah, lucky as hell if you ask me."

Damn. I was hoping Mama wouldn't tell them everything going on, now Grandpa's gonna think I can't handle anything down here by myself. "Alright, I got off but that still doesn't explain why y'all here though."

"We came down here to check on you just to see how you're doing."

"Well I don't believe it."

"Alright," Isaiah smirked. "You caught us. Shit is a little hot in California."

"And? What happened?"

"Nothing really. The cops been coming around questioning us about some shit so we came here to lay low."

"Where y'all staying?"

"Right here boy," Grandpa snapped, before he whispered. "We got some business to handle in the next couple of days. We have a shipment that's supposed to drop in Compton in three days but the route has been changed."

"To where?"

"Your warehouse."

"Mine? How are we gonna do that when we just had to triple our shipment just a couple of months ago? We haven't moved our shit out yet. And when you get your shipment, where y'all gon' sell? Y'all can sell in my territory."

"We know," Isaiah responded. "We have our guys from Cali coming down here to get portions of the shipment to sell then they'll be back out here with the money. We ain't trying to step on your shit but we do need a place to keep our weight."

"And what do I get from this?"

"I won't send an anonymous tip to 12 about you. That's your payment," Grandpa replied.

I shook my head. "Alright, alright. I'll let y'all move your shit in when your weight comes but what about a place to stay?"

"Like I said, we're staying here with you and Princess," Grandpa smiled, "unless you got something you trying to hide. You don't want us here?"

"I mean...," I trailed off as I scratched the back of my head.

"What? You got some bitches living up here with Princess?" Grandpa asked.

"Nah, of course not but I do have someone living here with me."

"Who?" Grandpa and Isaiah both asked.

"Jazmine. She's been living with me and she helps out with Princess a lot."

Isaiah laughed. "Wait, so how long you been hitting that then?"

I sighed. "I'm not and I haven't been in her pants ever."

"So y'all not fucking?"

"No."

"So it shouldn't be an issue for us to stay here then," Isaiah responded. "I mean, we been here the past few hours and already put our stuff in the two empty bedrooms so we might as well just stay."

I took a deep breath. Who was I to deny my family a place to stay? Even though they could've gone to any of the nice hotels around here. "Fine. I'll let y'all stay but I have a few rules?"

King chuckled. "Rules? Boy you must be out of your mind. I'm the adult here and I make the rules."

"But this is my house."

"That you're paying for through the business you inherited from me, so technically, it's my house. I own everything in here, including you. Nigga, I made you!"

"Alright Grandpa, if that's what you think. You can stay here but I'mma need you to show me some respect in my house 'cause I don't like the way you talking to me."

King smirked. "Oh, I see you finally got a back bone. Atlanta must be doing you some justice. Finally grew some balls."

"I didn't think he'd ever grow any," Isaiah laughed.

I stood up from the couch. "Alright, whatever, fuck y'all. I been had balls and this conversation is over."

"I couldn't tell. You never stood up to Grandpa like you are now," Isaiah continued, even though I said the conversation was over. "These bitches must be gassing you up down here. Which broad you fucking with now? That Beauty girl? Or you still on to Mocha?"

"Neither one," I shook my head. "They were in the past; the far past."

"So who is it now, then?"

"Oh, you already know it's Step Mommy," King whispered.

"Damn," Isaiah laughed. "You still hitting that? When you gon' tell Pops?"

"Better yet, I'm waiting on him to get caught," King added.

"I already did."

"By who?" They both asked.

"My Mama. She caught Milan sucking me off in the kitchen on the yacht. Mama beat her ass," I said, shaking my head. Even though I'm not fucking with Milan right now, I still have feelings for her and it hurt me to see Mama put her hands on Milan the way she did. Milan didn't deserve to get her nose broken since she didn't do anything wrong. My Dad has done her wrong by neglecting her for so many years, which is why she was cheating with me. If he had done right by her as her husband, she wouldn't have stepped out. It's his fault. "She ain't deserve that shit though. Mama shouldn't have put her hands on Milan. She should've checked my Dad for being such a bitch ass nigga."

"You can't check a nigga that's been like that all his life," Grandpa replied. "Y'all's Dad's been a little bitch since the day he was born and I knew he was trouble the minute my baby girl started hanging around him. She should've left his ass years ago, before she got in too deep with that nigga. Because now, he's sitting up with two kids by two different women who are three months apart. What kinda bull shit is that? And he hasn't even raised his sons to be men. He left one in Ohio all his life and the other bounced from house to house. He didn't raise y'all, just like how he wasn't raised. If the two of y'all aren't careful, you'll end up just like him: a worthless, no-good nigga with a bunch of bad ass kids running around the city causing hell where ever they go."

I scrunched up my face and looked at Isaiah, who looked just as confused as I was.

"Like we ain't his kids," Isaiah shook his head. "I get you don't fuck with him like that, and I completely understand why because I feel the same way about the nigga, but you don't gotta down us. We never asked to be in this situation and we never asked him not to take care of us. He doesn't love us."

"The only kid he loves is Lindsey because she kisses his ass and does whatever the fuck he tells her to do," I replied. Everybody knows Lindsey is my Dad's favorite child. Why? I have no idea. Lindsey's done so much more shit than Isaiah and I combined. My only theory is that he feels bad for her and everything she's gone through, so he babies her. And it's only to his advantage that she kisses his ass all the time. My Dad loves for people to kiss his ass and feed his ego. And Lindsey does just that.

"Of course he loves her. She's his only daughter."

"So, you feel the same way about my Mama?" I asked Grandpa. "Is she your favorite?"

"Well, considering the situation with my children, I'll say she's my favorite. My oldest son doesn't even come around and I don't know why. He's been like that all of his life and I can't respect him, his wife or the way they raised their bad ass kids. And you know what happened with Sincere's youngest son. I don't even claim that little broke down, wanna-be me, bitch ass nigga. I hope he's rotting in hell. So considering the shit I've been through with my kids, yes, Victoria is my favorite but she's got her own shit going on too. I don't like her fiancee because I think he's a weak ass bitch, I don't like y'all's father and I'm tired of seeing her dumb ass laid up with that nigga after everything he's done with her and she should've done a better job raising her children. If y'all's bitch ass father wanted to back out of y'all's lives, she should've been a woman and taken more initiative in y'all's lives."

"I completely agree with you but Mama's changed over the years. Ever since my Dad left California, she's been bettering herself and getting back to her old ways because my Dad isn't there to influence her anymore," I told them. "Which is why I've been fucking Milan, to get back at my Dad for what he did to my Mama. If he can cheat on my Mama then I'mma fuck his wife better than he ever could."

"That's some savage ass shit Theodore," Isaiah laughed. "I wish I could've thought about it before you did. Milan's fine as fuck."

"I know and she sucks d*ck good too. She keeps sucking even after I nut all in her shit."

Isaiah leaned over and gave me some dap. "Daaaamn nigga! You think she gon' let me fuck too?"

"Probably, the bitch is easy," Grandpa snorted.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know but I don't want you touching her. She's my woman."

"Your woman?" Isaiah laughed. "I think you mean our Dad's woman. I know you probably fucking some other bitches down here though. Who's the new broad?"

I smirked. "I wouldn't even call her a broad but her name's Mya. I've known her for a few months now."

"The girl from the yacht trip?" Isaiah asked. "She's bad as hell."

"I know," I smiled. Mya's gorgeous as hell, which is the reason why she caught my attention when I first saw her. But what drew me in the most with her is what I learned about her after getting to know her. I love how driven she is to finish school and is doing anything she can to get herself through school, I love how patient she is with Princess and how she accepts my daughter, her sickness and me always having to be there for her and I love how she respects my family. Any other female I've had around hasn't respected my family but she has and surprisingly, all of my family likes her, which is a first. "And she met with Mama the other day and Mama likes her, Lindsey likes her and so does Pops."

"Pops likes any chicks we bring around because he probably wants to fuck them. All I'm saying is, keep her close because you know he's going to try to get her to fuck with him."

"I know and that's why I don't bring her around him. Mya's special."

Isaiah was just about to speak but stopped when we heard the front door unlocking. He quickly stood up with his gun in his hand. "Who the fuck you got coming in here?" he asked as he walked over to the front door.

"Wait, hold up!" I quickly jumped out of my seat and followed him out of the living room. He was standing by the front door, waiting on somebody to come through and I knew it had to be Jaz since she's the only other person with a key. "Wai--"

"Be quiet nigga, damn," he shook his head.

"Bu--"

The door swung open and as soon as it did, Jaz walked in and Isaiah wasted no time snatching her up and putting her in a head lock.

"What the fuck is going on!" Jaz yelled, trying to push him off of her but Isaiah wasn't budging.

I rushed over to them and pushed him off of her. "Nigga, it's Jazmine. She lives here with me."

"Why didn't you say shit before?"

"I was trying to but you kept telling me to shut up." I helped Jazmine up. "I'm sorry Jazmine."

"Yeah, me too," Isaiah smiled as he pushed his gun back down in his pants.

Jazmine sighed. "It's all right. What's going on? What are you doing here?"

He smirked as he looked her up and down. "We're coming to stay with y'all for awhile. Damn I hope my room is next door to yours or better yet, we might as well just share a room since you gon' be in my bed screaming my name every night baby girl."

Jazmine laughed. "Oh, I thought you would've had a girlfriend by now."

"Nah, I'm looking but I think I just set eyes on my future wife. You so sexy Jaz."

"I know I am," she smirked as she walked away from him and up the steps but he stayed close on her heels and followed her up the steps.

Lindsey

"When are you gonna let my nigga Cashmere fuck with you again? He been watching you all night shawty," One of Cashmere's friends said, trying to convince me to talk to Cashmere, who had been downstairs watching me all night instead of doing his job as the bouncer of Theodore's club.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't give a damn. Tell him to stop looking and you can go back downstairs to him 'cause I'm not coming down there."

"Well I technically can't go nowhere. He told me not to leave until you come down there."

"Well I guess you ain't leaving then," I said as I turned my back to him and faced Danity. I wanted to get out of the house tonight to talk to Danity and get some air and hopefully get away from Cashmere but I didn't think he'd be working at this club. He's normally working at Theodore's other club, which is why I came here tonight. I was expecting to get away from him and not have to see him, talk to him or even talk about him but I guess I can't do that tonight. I just wish he'd leave me alone. We both wanted space and now that I'm giving it to him, he won't give me any. "Anyways, what were we talking about?"

Danity smiled. "Girl, you and Cash. When are y'all getting back together?"

"Never," I sucked my teeth, "and I wish y'all would stop talking about him. We're done."

"Well damn, I just wanted to know what's going on with the two of y'all."

"Ain't shit going on, damn! Stop talking about him so much. Any other time you want me to fuck Adonis or any other guy I know and forget about Cash, but now all of a sudden, you're Team Cashmere. That's some bullshit Danity. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you fucked Cashmere."

"And if I did?" she asked, raising her drink to her mouth.

"I'd fuck you up."

She took a sip of her drink. "Well, since you finally asked, yes, I did fuck Cashmere in the past and it was good as hell but that was before you even got to Atlanta. Me and him had a whole relationship and I've wanted him back for awhile now, but he's too caught up on you. And I've been trying to fuck him since the two of y'all took a break but he won't fuck me because all he does is talk about you. I want the two of y'all to get back together so he could stop talkin--"

I couldn't even stomach to let her finish before I smashed her glass up against her face with my fist. The Vodka mix she was drinking splashed all over her face but the glass breaking on her face is what made her scream the most, in combination with the alcohol seeping into her open cuts. She had large pieces of glass sticking out of her face but I wasn't done with the bitch. Who was she to be trying to get with my man or not even tell me about the supposed relationship they used to have?

"Lindsey, what the fuck!" she yelled, even though it was glass still sticking out of her face.

"Fuck you bitch. You've been smiling in my face for years, pretending to be a good friend, but you were stabbing me in the back the entire time." I stood up from the couch we were sitting on and grabbed my purse. "You know what, you can have him because I don't want him, you grimy ass bitch."

I had half a mind to just walk out of the club with my dignity but I think I lost all of that the moment Danity opened her mouth about Cashmere. And we already had the attention on us since she has broken glass sticking out of her face, so I just finished this shit right here. I grabbed the bottle of Hennessy sitting on the table and swung it back to hit her but she ducked my hit.

"Bitch! Take this shit like a woman!" I yelled to her.

"Lindsey, please! I wanted to tell you, I sw--"

This time, I caught her off guard. I swung the bottle back and smacked her against the side of the head with the bottle. The bottle smashed into pieces against her head and she fell back on the couch with blood gushing out of her face and head, but it's what she deserves. How dare she smile in my face as if she hadn't been fucking Cashmere behind my back. Fuck him and her.

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