“Baby, I gotta handle business today, but I’ll be back tonight. Since you won’t let me come to your appointment, just let me know what the doctor says about you going back to work. You are back to your normal self now. I hate for you to be sad and just sitting in the house,” I said as I picked her up and placed her on the sink in front of me.
“You don’t gotta hold my hand every day, baby. I can take myself to my appointment. You have other things you need to handle. You put your life on hold to be over here with me, and I love that. Now it’s time for us both to get back to reality and handling our business.”
“I know, bae. I just wanna be there to protect you all day, every day, but I know that’s not possible. This weekend, I wanna take you to the gun range because I don’t need you ever feeling like you gotta get your hands dirty with these raggedy ass hoes. You're too pretty to be fighting and getting your face touched. All you gotta do is aim and pull, or if you feeling really gangsta, you can pistol whip a bitch to sleep,” I said.
“Yeah, I would love that, baby. I really don’t need to be tussling with these bitches.”
Harmoni was so beautiful and humble. She had everything going for her, but she never boasted; she was just appreciative of life. She was in a position where she didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to, but getting back to work was the only thing on her mind. I spoiled Harmoni, but if I didn’t, she would still get it herself. She was just a breath of fresh air and every hood nigga’s dream.
We parted ways after brunch, and I headed to my main spot in Duncanville. I let Trell know I was outside. He greeted me and said he had some info that would be helpful for solving the problem I’d been having. He told me that business had been good for the past two weeks, and he kept everything in line. I took a seat so he could tell me what he knew.
“So, when I type this nigga’s name in on social media, he don’t have a Facebook, IG, Twitter, or none of that shit, and that’s to be expected. On Facebook, when I go to his tagged post or anything with his first and last name, I see a chick posting a baby all the time whose name is Jakari Jones Jr., right? Then I go to her pictures and see that she has posted that nigga and herbaby together a few times. So, BINGO, I done found this nigga baby moms and his only son.”
“Damn, Inspector Gadget ass nigga! That’s what the fuck I’m talking ’bout. You know how niggas feel about their baby moms and their Juniors. Are they still together?”
“I really can’t tell, but from her page, it looks like she really love that nigga. That hoe a bop, too, though. She posts her every move, so she definitely won’t be hard to get to.”
I was putting a plan in motion to end this shit once and for all. Now that I knew where Jakari’s heart was, I was about to rip that bitch out. The last thing I wanted a nigga to think was that they could take something from me and live to enjoy it. I was gon’ have to make an example.
Shit had been crazy this past month. I got even with the Mississippi niggas, and now shit was quiet on that end. In less than thirty days, my life had turned to shit. I had to bail Diamond out of jail because Moni pressed charges on her for attacking and robbing her. I wasn’t mad about that because Diamond knew she was wrong. The crazy thing is that before Diamond was arrested, I had to take her to the hospital because Ciara and Harmoni had beaten her ass and maced her. After the doctor released her, the police were waiting in the lobby to arrest her. Harmoni was wild as hell. She had already beaten her ass twice. Having her arrested was just spiteful.
On the outside, looking in, you would think I had something going on with my son’s mom because the bitch was obsessed with me. I only smashed her once, and she’d been delusionalever since. That mediocre pussy had caused me to lose everything, so I definitely didn’t want to be with her ass. I regretted having a kid with her because although she took care of my son, she was a bad example as a mother. I was gonna use this situation to get full custody of my son. If this bitch was out here getting arrested for robbing people and jumping them, no judge in their right mind would deny me custody.
I had accepted the fact that I had probably lost Harmoni for good, so I decided to try to move on. I went on a few dates, but I wasn’t impressed at all by those bitches. A nigga had needs, and I was smashing bitches here and there, but none of ’em was worth wifing, so I always called an Uber after I was done busting. The woman I wanted didn’t want shit to do with me, so I was on some dog ass shit with these other hoes.
Diamond’s tooth got chipped when they jumped her, and I paid for her to get some veneers. I wanted to do something nice for her, so it wouldn’t be any bad blood when I did what I had to do on my end. We needed to talk and come to an agreement, which is why I had invited her and my son over for dinner. I cooked steak, shrimp, and baked potatoes for Diamond and me and mashed potatoes for JJ. I cut his steak into small pieces. Diamond said she was pulling up, so I set the table and then went to the door to let them in.
When I opened the front door, my son instantly jumped in my arms. I carried him to the kitchen and placed him in his seat. I didn’t notice what Diamond was wearing until she walked into the kitchen. She had on a short, tight fitting red dress and clear heels. Her face looked really good, too. I could tell she had just gotten her makeup and hair done. I knew she had the wrong impression already. She thought this was a date, and I really called her over to drop a bomb on her.
Once we were all seated and the food was in front of us, I decided to jump right into it.
“Diamond, you know I love the way you take care of my son,” I started.
She had the biggest smile on her face as she shook her head in agreement. I continued in anticipation of her reaction.
“I just don’t think it’s in his best interest to be with you full time. I want you to have every other weekend, and with time, I want to be able to transition into you getting him every weekend. With all the drama that has been going on, you attacking people, and people coming to your house to retaliate, I don’t think my son is safe.” I said.
Diamond’s smile instantly dropped, and her fork fell at the same time.
“Bitch, you are a drug dealer! You will never be more fit to care for him than me! Someone can gun you down any fucking day! I made one mistake, and you wanna take my son from me, knowing he’s all I have in this world. You gon’ have to kill me first. Take me to court if you want to, and I’m gonna make sure yo’ black ass be in jail. I’m gonna tell everything I know,” she said as she stood from her seat.
I jumped up quicker than lightning and grabbed her by her throat, then lifted her off the ground while I whispered in her ear through clenched teeth.
“This is your second time threatening me, and now I’m starting to believe you. You don’t understand that in order to keep my freedom and my son, I will kill you, bitch. Look into my eyes and tell me that you think I’m a joke. Bitch, you’ve been nothing but a pain since I fucked you. You my biggest mistake in life. Please try me. I can get you touched from anywhere! If I do an hour in jail behind you, you will not live to tell about it!” I said as I threw her down, then I went back to my seat and fed my son.
Diamond sat on the floor looking stupid, holding her neck. I ignored her as my son and I had dinner. This hoe was so dramatic. To be from the slums, this hoe had a bad bitch entitledass attitude, and I hated that. Eventually, she got up and sat back at the table. I tried to convince her that the arrangement would work out for the best, but she just ignored me. When dinner was over, she packed my son's things up and left without a word. She texted me once she made it home and told me that I couldn’t see or get my son again until we went to court. I was gonna give her time to calm down because I would hate to have to knock her new teeth out.
The next morning, I dropped a pack off to Keith and made sure everything was running smoothly. Keith was back on his shit, and Jashawn was out of my hair again. My brother made some extra cash, and I had his help when I really needed it. Times had changed, but my brother wasn’t trying to hear that. You could no longer kill niggas in the streets in broad daylight without consequences. His ass was too ruthless and fearless for me. I wasn’t about to play about my freedom because my son needed me. Everything I did had to be well thought out and calculated. Sometimes it was really best to let sleeping dogs lie.
I talked to Keith for a minute, then I headed to see this chick I had recently started fucking off with Journei. Journei was cool, but it was nothing serious. I just needed to get my mind right. Life was hard as fuck out here for a nigga. She knew that whenever I came through, it was strictly to fuck. I hated to be that type of nigga, but since I lost Harmoni, I let these hoes know up front, all I wanted was sex. She was cool with the shit, so I fucked with her heavy. My heart and mind belonged somewhere else. I was gonna get my woman back, this shit was just temporary.
As soon as I pulled up to Journei’s crib, she was waiting for me in the doorway with a silk robe on.
Journei was chocolate, thick as hell, with chinky eyes and thick, curly black hair. She had some full lips that got a nigga hard just from looking at her. I walked inside, closed the frontdoor behind me, and she instantly dropped her robe. She stood in front of me, glowing. Titties were sitting up, and not a mark was on her body. This muthafuka was perfect. She just wasn’t who I wanted to be with, but that didn’t stop me from fucking.
I lifted her off the ground, and she wrapped her legs around my waist while I carried her to her kitchen counter. Once I put her down, I leaned over and started eating her. I ain’t waste no time, cause I ain’t have time to waste. Usually, I wouldn’t go this far with a bitch, but like I said, I fucked with her heavy. When I came up for air, my whole face and beard were wet.
She didn’t let me catch my breath before grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me close. She reached down, grabbed my dick, and pushed it inside her. After a few strokes, I came inside her. I knew I shouldn’t have been so careless, but she knew that fucking with me, she had to keep a Plan B around. I always made sure she took them in front of me too. She was clean, I made sure of that before I ever touched her ass. I wasn’t no nasty ass reckless nigga, now. We fucked over her whole house and finished in the bedroom. Then we ended up falling asleep, but when I woke up and realized I was getting too comfortable, I slid out before she had a chance to wake up.
