“Do you know who it is? You saw him before?’ I asked Anthony, as I stood up from my chair, and I shut the computer off.
“Nah man. I ain’t ever seen that man a day in my life. He looks like a fuckin drunk too,” Anthony told me, as I neared him.
We walked out of the office together, and I locked it behind me, knowing that I wouldn’t be going back inside.
My office was up top, so I had to jog down the stairs, where I made it onto the main level, and I walked outside of the building where I could see the commotion going on.
“I just want to talk to him man. I don’t see what’s the big deal in me talking to him,” I heard the dude slurring. I could hear him before I saw him.
Upon hearing his voice, I didn’t know who he was. Even when I saw him, I didn’t make out who he was right away. It took me a while to remember him, and after a few seconds of thinking, I remembered that this was Bryson’s father. Bryson was the crazy ass student that Toni had last year that was stalking her. The nigga that I ended up killing, when I found his ass hiding out in my backyard. I was confused as to why his father was at my gym though.
When I walked out, my security Big Rod tried to push me back, telling me not to go over to him.
“It’s cool. I got him. What’s up man? You been drinking tonight? Why you coming down here, starting problems?” my voice was calm as I approached him.
I wasn’t scared of him because I had two weapons on me. One was my hands, and the other was the gun that I had on my waist.
“I didn’t come down here to cause any problems, man. You… you took my boy away from me. I don’t… don’t think you understand what that did to me,” his words were slurred because he was drunk out of his mind.
I saw where he was getting ready to reach for something at his waist, but before he could do it, I went right for his legs, tackling this nigga, slamming him down on his head. I moved swiftly, going for his waist, retrieving the small .380 that was there, that he tried reaching for. I tossed it to the side and proceeded to beating the shit out of him.
“Fuck you got going on, man? You came down here, acting like I killed an innocent man. Your crazy ass son was stalking my fiancé, and I caught his bitch ass in my backyard, so I killed his ass. You’re a fuckin drunk. A drunk that was abusive to him, and his mom. Why the fuck you coming down here now, trying to solve it?” I was angry, sending blow after blow to his body.
My security was a big dude, but he struggled with getting me off this man. When he eventually got me off, he pushed me back.
“Steel, I got it. Chill out. Chill the fuck out!” big Rod threatened.
I was hot. Voices in my head were telling me to kill this man, but instead, I just stood back, with my hands on top of my head, panting, watching him as he laid there, face leaking in blood from the damage that I’d done.
“You better leave, man. I don’t know how the fuck you got here, but you better get in your car and get the fuck out of here while you still have the chance,” Rod told him.
It took him awhile to get up because he was battered and bruised. Each time that he tried to stand, he would fall. Eventually, on the third try, he was able to successfully stand up, but when he did, it was as if he was standing on drunken legs. There wasn’t a car that he walked to in the parking lot. He staggered over to the road, where cars were speeding up and down the road, and he sloppily crossed the street. Eventually, he disappeared into the dark air, and I could no longer see him.
“Who the fuck was that man?” Rod asked me.
“That crazy ass nigga that was stalking Toni last year. That’s his dad,” I let Rod know, and he nodded his head up and down.
“Ay, if he come back down here, I’m killing his ass. Just letting you know that in advance,” Rod told me.
“I can assure you that he’s not going to bring his drunk ass back over here. Shit crazy man,” I said, more so to myself, as I thought about what just finished happening.
I stood outside of the gym with Rod, and Anthony for a few more minutes, and then I dipped out, letting them know that I would swing back tomorrow. I slapped it up with them, and then I jumped in my car, pulling out of the parking lot.
Instead of blasting my music like I typically would do, I chose to drive in silence. I really haven’t had any major bullshit happen in my life these days. The most drama that I had was the shit that Toni was dealing with from haters on social media. I haven’t had to personally put my hands on someone in a long time. I was still shocked about what just happened. Days before my wedding, when everything in my life had been going good, this crazy ass man pulls up on me, trying to start some bullshit.
I thought about that shit the entire way home. When I pulled up to the house, I saw that there were a few extra cars parked in our driveway, so I knew that production was here filming. I sighed, running my hand down my face, and then I shut the car off, grabbed my things, and I stepped out of the car.
I walked up the circular driveway, went over to the front door, where I keyed in the code, which quickly granted me entry. The second that I walked inside the house, cameras were in my face, recording me. I tried to play it off and acted like everything was fine. I could hear noise coming from the kitchen, so that’s the direction that I walked in. Both Brooklyn and Zayne were sitting at the island, and they were doing homework. Lani was in her highchair, and she had snacks laid out in front of her, that she was smacking on. She had been chilling, but the second she saw me, she started whining, moving around in the chair, lifting her arms, so that I could come get her.
Toni was standing at the stove, looking inside one of the pots. Brooklyn was closest to me, so I went over to her, and I hugged her. I went over to my son next, hugging him, kissing his forehead, and I stuck my hand out for him to pound my fist. Hedid it, and then his eyes got big, seeing the blood that was on my knuckles, that I forgot was there.
“Dad, what happened to your hand?” he asked, and his question immediately had Toni turning her head around from the stove, and her eyes drifted over to my hands.
I was swift, putting my hands down at my side, not allowing her to get a look at it. I was going to tell her, but I just didn’t want to speak on it in front of the kids.
“I was at the gym. I got a few rounds in inside the ring. I just gotta clean it up,” I told him, and my son didn’t think that I had any reason to lie to him, so he nodded his head, and went back to doing his homework, as if it was no big deal.
Toni, however, her ass was burning a hole through me with her eyes. I could tell that watered down lie to my son, and get away with it, but I couldn’t pull that shit with her.
