I pulled up to the address Jakari had given Harmoni, and it was to a Starbucks. I didn’t know what kind of idea this nigga had, but we definitely were not about to sit up and sip coffee with his ass. Technically, I wasn’t invited, but there was no way she would meet this stalking ass nigga alone. Once we got out of the car, I looked inside my purse to make sure my gun was within reach. Jakari was standing at the door with a disappointed look on his face; I knew he wasn’t expecting to see me today.
As Jakari held the door open for us, Harmoni stopped him in his tracks.
“No need for all of that. I can’t stay. I just need to show you these papers.” Harmoni extended her hand for him to grab the papers.
Jakari skimmed through the papers and raised his brow.
“If you twenty weeks right now, that means you’re five months. You damn sure don’t look to be only five months. It looks like you about to burst. You wasn’t that big the last time you carried my baby.”
“’Cause, nigga, this is not your baby! The last time I fucked you was after Keith got shot, and that was over six months ago, so there is no way this is your baby.”
“So, you got pregnant by another nigga a month after fucking me? You ain’t waste no time, huh? I never would have thought you was a hoe, but I guess we really didn’t know each other. Good luck on yo’ family, triflin’ ass bitch!” Jakari said as he threw Harmoni’s papers on the ground and walked towards his car.
“You can’t be mad at nobody but yourself, lame ass nigga! You are the hoe, and you just mad ’cause nobody forgave yo’ wack ass! Go fuck with yo’ real baby momma that you ruinedyour relationship for! Oh, I forgot! You can’t. You better get the fuck on and leave her alone. You know what her nigga is capable of!” I spat.
Jakari turned like he was ready to charge at me, but as soon as I reached inside my purse, he backed the fuck up. He walked backward to his car with a scowl on his face. When I walked back to my truck, Harmoni was sitting inside, crying. I couldn’t understand for the life of me why this nigga had so much control over her emotions. He was nothing more than a fuck nigga. I tried to calm her down as I drove her to get something to eat; I knew that would cheer her up.
As long as Jakari believed that Moni’s baby wasn’t his, it was a mission accomplished for the day. She told him that she was twenty weeks but was actually twenty-seven weeks and had the paperwork to match. I now felt a relief off my back because whenever she was stressed out, I also felt it.
Over the next four weeks, Harmoni and I got everything together for Rowdy’s barber shop. I was still ignoring Trell, but he had recently stopped calling. Not talking to him was the best thing for me to do right now because I didn’t have to lie about what I was doing with all my free time. I knew I was likely to snitch on myself if we were talking, and I didn’t want to ruin Rowdy’s surprise.
We had the booths all set up. The shop was black with gold accents. It had ten barber booths, and they all had huge floor mirrors with gold trim, black leather barber chairs, and black and gold storage at each station. Each booth had a new pair of gold shears, gold razors, and gold BaByliss PRO clippers.
When it came to Harmoni’s man, money was not an object. I told her ass that she better have that same energy when my birthday came back around. The last thing the shop needed was an inspection, and it would be ready for business with a little over three weeks to spare. I loved how everything turned out, and I couldn’t wait to see Rowdy’s reaction. He deserved it. Rowdy was really a good guy, and he loved my friend with no restrictions. I loved that for her.
Harmoni, Carmen, and I interviewed over twenty barbers last week. We were finally able to narrow it down to five, so Rowdy had the opportunity to choose five more on his own. Harmoni that she didn’t want him to have to wait to open his shop, so she was going to make sure it was already halfway staffed for him. Last week, Harmoni ran a free kid’s haircut special. We allowed the barbers that were interviewing for the job to showcase their skills by cutting the kids’ hair. Each candidate had at least three clients, and we took pictures of their work, then looked at their social media to see their work and clientele. When it was all said and done, we had chosen the best barbers in the DFW, hands down.
After a long day at work and at the shop, I was ready to get my cheeks clapped. I missed Trell just like I knew he missed me. It was a little after ten, and I knew that he was probably asleep because he hustled early mornings. He usually got up at 4:00 am, so I was about to get in bed with him until it was time for him to leave the house. I was just going to sleep until he came back home.
Rushing to surprise my piece of man and get some dick, I turned a twenty minute drive into fifteen. Once I pulled up to Trell’s house, I noticed a familiar car in his driveway. It was the same car that the girl was driving that day I beat her ass. A 1999 ass Infiniti.
I could barely get my car in park before I jumped out with my bag in hand. I walked up to the door and moved the bricks, then grabbed the key from underneath. My hand was shaking so badly as I tried to get the key into the lock. After a few minutes, I was inside. I closed the door behind me, then crept down the hallway and into Trell’s bedroom. The TV was on, so I could see that they were lying on the bed together. They weren’t cuddled up; he was lying on one side of the bed with his back toward her, and she was sprawled out everywhere.
I reached into my purse and pulled out my gun. Then I walked around to the side of Trell’s bed and put my gun to his temple. I used my free hand to pull the lamp switch on his nightstand.
“Wake yo’ bitch ass up!” I yelled.
Trell jumped up out of his sleep, and his eyes grew wide as hell. My heart was beating fast, and for some reason, my feelings were hurt. It was understood that we only fucked with each other, so I was confused as to why this hoe was in his bed that I had just shared with him not too long ago.
“Ciara, please, man! This bitch ain’t nothing to me! Please, Ciara, don’t do this,” he mumbled.
“You said that shit the last time I was here when I beat her ass, and she maced you, remember?”
“I just didn’t want to go to jail, Ciara. I had to do what I had to do. This hoe don’t mean shit to me!”
Just as he said that, the girl rolled over and saw me standing there with my gun to Trell’s head, and she instantly started screaming. I cocked it and told her to shut the fuck up before I blew her brains out. Trell was frozen with fear and shock. I gripped my gun with both hands and kept it trained on him as I squatted to his face level. We were now damn near nose to nose.
“You not even worth catching a charge! You and that bogus ass bitch can have each other! Don’t call my phone, and if yousee me in the streets, you better act like you don’t know me. Next time, I won’t be so nice!” I said as I placed his key on his nightstand and left his house.
Once I pulled out of Trell’s driveway, I broke down crying. I had never been soft, but it was something about this man that had me acting out of character. I drove home and cried myself to sleep. Pretending to be upset with Trell had driven him back to this dusty ass hoe. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. If Trell would fold that easily, he wasn’t the nigga I needed to be with anyway.
Ihad just left the tailor after picking up my fit that I had altered for my birthday. On Saturday, I would turn twenty-eight, and I wanted to know what surprises my girl had in store for me. She had been acting really secretive lately and spending a lot of time away from home. I knew for a fact that she wasn’t doing anything wrong; she was definitely trying to surprise me with something, though.
As my birthday approached, I started to feel like I needed to accomplish more. Twenty-eight was damn near thirty, and I had nothing solid to fall back on, but I knew that if I wanted to be a family man, I had to get out of these streets.
I was headed to pick my bread up from Trell for the week, but I dreaded seeing his ass. Since Ciara had pulled that mouskatool out on him, he had been in a deep depression. I couldn’t haveTrell slacking in these streets, so today, I would have to talk to him. I told him from jump that I didn’t recommend him fooling around with the crazy ass girl. He saw her threaten me and decided that she was the woman of his dreams. This nigga was just as crazy as she was.
When I pulled up to Trell’s spot, he was sitting outside, smoking a cigarette. I tried my best not to laugh in this nigga’s face, but I was damn near screaming.
