Alexis
Both them muthafuckas had me fucked up. Yeah, I cheated but fuck Journei. If she knew she wasn’t gon’ forgive me, why the fuck wouldn’t she just leave? My blood was fuckin’ boiling from the second she said Gills’ name. I knew it was gon’ be some bullshit with them. I felt that shit in my spirit her birthday night. There hadn’t been a nigga alive to change my wife in any way. But somehow, that holier than thou, livin’ for the Lordt ass nigga did.
I walked out that hospital crushed. Hearing that doctor say my wife was pregnant shattered me on impact. I would’ve been okay with her gettin’ her revenge with another bitch, but a fuckin’ nigga… man, no. Then she threw out Galleria name unexpectedly. I had no room to be mad or hurt, but I was both.
Hoppin’ in my car, I headed for Hunz’s crib. Journei told him everything, so I knew he knew what the fuck was goin’ down. Whole time, I was thinkin’ he was rooting for us, and he playin’ matchmaker between his two best friends. That was some foul shit.
To make matters worse, Galleria was callin’ my phone. I didn’t wanna deal with her bullshit right then. All she was gon’ do was ask me if I left my wife yet. Regardless of what the fuckjust happened, I still loved Journei. Leaving her was definitely an option on the table, but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Yes, Galleria?” I answered aggressively.
“Alexis, I’m not keeping our engagement quiet anymore. I’m telling your precious wife everything. You belong to me, not her. I get you tried to help the needy, but nobody told you to marry the bitch.” Galleria was adding fuel to a fire that was already outta control.
“Man, do what the fuck you gotta do. Make sure after you hit her line, you stay the fuck off mine.” I hung up and continued to my destination.
When I pulled up at Hunz’s crib, he and Belle Air were comin’ out the door. I parked behind their car, blocking them in. Nah, he was gon’ tell me what the fuck I needed to know. I hopped out, on ten, ready for all bullshit.
“How long, Hunz? We talk almost every day, and yo’ bitch ass knew she was fuckin’ on Gills, but ain’t say shit. Family, right? This how you do yo’ family, my nigga?” Tears were streaming, and I was ready to throw hands.
“You might wanna back up out his face. Pregnant or not, I’ll slide yo’ little ass out here. You done got shit twisted. He won’t be disrespected by no bitch.” Belle Air’s warning was so soft and calm, but I knew the type of time she was on.
“Was it not you who cheated on my bestie, then confided in me about the Mexican bitch across the border? Man, watch out so I can go get my best friend from the hospital yo’ dusty ass left her at.” Hunz was pissed, but so was I.
I disregarded everything Belle Air just said and hit Hunz with a smooth two-piece. They played in my face like I wasn’t the bitch to off all their asses. If I had my pistol on me, that would’ve gone up aside his head instead.
Belle Air didn’t miss a beat and stood on her word. She grabbed me by the neck and threw me into the car. For a minute,I forgot how strong she was. Her pregnant ass started throwing haymakers, and at that point, I didn’t give two fucks about that baby she was carryin’. I started fightin’ back when Hunz stepped in with one to the face.
“Touch her again and see where you end up. You already lost yo’ wife. You tryna bet yo’ life too?” His threat was heard loud and clear.
Hunz was just as crazy as me, but he didn’t hesitate on shit he did. If he said it, he meant it. I would try to give a chance before doin’ damage. He wouldn’t. Hunz was the nigga they didn’t have to go behind to make sure the job got done right.
Shit had already gone left in my marriage, and it was on a downward spiral. Puttin’ my hands on them was wrong. I was hurt and taking it out on them just because. Hunz was her best friend and didn’t owe me shit.
I realized the obvious. I was Journei’s wife, so he considered me family by default. His loyalty was to her and Gills, not me.
I got my lil’ ass back in the car and headed toward my warehouse. Gills took my wife from me, and I didn’t do too well with people touchin’ my shit. I needed an address on him ASAP. My pull-up game was strong as fuck, and he was gon’ see I wasn’t the one to play with.
Journei wasn’t just some bitch. She was my wife.
Hunz
Safe didn’t describe me one bit. Alexis was puttin’ herself in danger fuckin’ with mine. That lil’ bit of love I had for her left when she decided to put her hands on me and my very pregnant wife. I didn’t give a fuck about her being in her feelings either. That bitch fucked up, not me or my wife.
She couldn’t come take her anger out on us ’cause she got caught up. I always said “keep yo’ hands, mouth, and other objects to yourself, and you’d be straight out here.”
Journei didn’t tell me the whole story on the phone, but she did let me know she knew about Galleria and not to sweat it. My best friend deserved better than the hoe ass wife she had. She deserved somebody that was gon’ love her right the first time and never leave her second-guessin’ it.
Best friend deserved Gills.ThatI was pushin’ for. They avoided each other for years, only to finally meet and sneak and geek like they were some damn high school kids.
I hadn’t said anything to her about what I knew regarding her and Gills. I was gon’ let her tell me on her own, which I was sure would come out now that Alexis cuttin’ up the way she was.
I knew Alexis, and she was goin’ after Gills no doubt. She didn’t like losin’, and Journei was her most-prized possession.
She had a lil’ evil streak on her, but Christian Emanuel Gills… he had a personal key for the gates of hell. That poor baby was about to be in somebody’s cooler chopped up, being used for fish bait.
He wasn’t gon’ play with her, and she was a damn fool if she thought he was. Pastor Gills had only been around for a few years. She might wanna take the L.
“Baby, did she say what room she was in? I can’t believe that hoe left her up there.” My wife was pissed, and I didn’t blame her. Journei was her baby. The bond they formed was unbreakable.
