“You need to clean it while you’re in there,” Dexter grumbled. He had never in his life had to tell a grown woman to clean up, but every day he found himself telling Bobbi what to do. Clean this, throw that away, wash this.
“You need to hire somebody to do that,” Carla stated, glaring at Dexter. “My daughter is pregnant with your child. I know you don’t think she’s about to be around here cooking and cleaning for you. She’s not Tyler, and you’re not about to treat her like it.”
“I don’t have money for all that shit.” Dexter's voice rose a little louder than he meant to, causing Carla to arch her eyebrow. The stress in his voice was alarming.
“Why don’t you have money?” she interrogated. “Maybe if you stop partying and spending money on dumb ass strippers and drugs, you’d have money."
“That’s not the problem,” he muttered. “I was a cardholder on Ty account.”
“What?” Bobbi’s head turned so fast she almost broke her neck. She had to have heard him wrong. Dexter was a big spender. He cashed out at the club, on clothes, cars, and her. Dexter was a trick, and if she heard him right, then the nigga was trickin’ with someone else's money. Her cousin’s money.
“I don’t have no fucking money. My music ain’t making shit and I owe the fucking label. Tyler was keeping shit afloat. When you drained her accounts, you drained mine too.”
“Oh my god.” She held her stomach. Bobbi could handle a cheating nigga, hell, she could handle a gay one, but a broke nigga.. a broke, leeching ass nigga couldn’t do shit for her.
“Lord.” Carla palmed her forehead, feeling just as sick as her daughter. She was banking on Bobbi having a rich baby daddy. Dexter was supposed to be their backup plan. “I know she was writing for you, but I also thought you were helping.”
“Nah, she did all that. She was the fucking breadwinner.”
“Oh my god, oh my god.” Bobbi started pacing the floor.
“She was just as dumb as her mama. She had to love you because there was no way she was taking care of your cheating ass.” Carla shook her head.
“She was taking care of your stealing ass too,” Dexter reminded her. “What’s the difference?”
Carla shifted on her feet, but kept her mouth closed. He was right. She had been robbing her niece blind for years. In her mind, Tyler owed her for all the years she was forced to take careof her. Carla couldn’t even call it skimming off the top. No, she was flat out stealing. The second Darryl ordered her to cut Tyler off at the knees, that’s exactly what she did. Carla changed the passwords to all of Tyler’s banking accounts, and one by one, she emptied the accounts and placed the money in a holding account that was owned by the label.
“My god,” Carla exclaimed, gripping her forehead. “All you had to do was give her the pill and keep an eye on her. How did you even let her get away?”
“I gave her the pill and put like three in her drink. She was sloppy drunk, and had it not been for the lights going out, then she’d be here. You wanna blame someone, blame her dumb ass friends. Shit, blame your daughter.”
“The fuck?” Bobbi snaked her neck. “I did my part. I called you when we got to the club, everything else was on you.”
“Man, I’m about ready to go snatch her ass up.” Dexter exhaled, checking his phone as if she was going to call. “This shit stupid.”
“Snatch her up for what?” Bobbi jumped out of her seat. There was no way she was going back to living in her cousin's shadow. She was done hiding and faking like she wasn’t getting the same dick Tyler was so crazy about.
“Because without her shit don’t move!” Dexter bellowed. “You walking around in her clothes, sleeping in her bed, and wearing her wigs, but you don’t have her talent, B. You wanted her spot so bad, but what the fuck are you doing to keep that shit?”
“Fuck you nigga!” Bobbi snapped. “I didn’t want shit! It’s not my fault your easy ass couldn’t keep your dick in your pants.”
“I wouldn’t have had that problem if you didn’t keep throwing the shit at me.”
“Ok, ok, ok.” Carla stood between them. “Look, Tyler was not all that,” she tried to soften the blow to both of their egos. “Dex, I thought you said she was always writing.”
“She was.”
“Then there’s gotta be a notebook around here. She didn’t take anything. Go find it and we can work together.”
“Oh shit.” Dexter stroked his chin. “You right, I didn’t even think about that shit.”
“That’s why I'm your self-appointed manager,” Carla smiled. “Go find the book, I’ll start cleaning up in here.”
“What do you want me to do?” Bobbi asked.
“I want you to start wearing your own clothes. You’re going to get a yeast infection wearing other people's shit.”
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