Standing to his feet in one swift motion, he pulled out a gun and my heart stalled for a second. He gave me a deranged look and stepped into my personal space.
“You trying to set me up Layloni?” His voice was low, but his eyes was dark and deep with anger. I had to choose my words wisely and do it fast.
“How do I not know that you was trying to set me up from jump! Being all nice to me! Helping me out! You could have been doing all this just to get to Glen and Troy!” I accused.
He smiled at me, licked his lips then slowly tucked his gun back inside his pants. King took a seat back on the bed andthought before he spoke, “Your nutty ass boyfriend told you that shit, tryna get in ya mind ma… I don’t know what you know but never mention my father’s death again.”
“That’s why you barely talk? Because you’re hurt from your fa-”
Holding his hand up, he looked at me like he dared me to say it again. “Don’t even say the word father around me, Layloni… I will kill you, sweetheart.”
I sighed, swallowed down my ball of nerves then took a seat on the opposite side of the bed. It made it easier to not face him. I took a deep breath, then told him everything I knew and everything I had been through, leaving no details out. After giving him the address to the warehouse, he spoke little to no words. He only informed me that he could help set me up in LA after he had his boys make the move on the warehouse.
King made it clear that he’d give me the money from the warehouse and keep the drugs. He even promised me a small percentage off whatever he made from the drugs. Before he left, he smirked at me and told me that I was getting ready to be filthy rich and would never have to depend on another nigga.
I just prayed that I could trust him. Hoped that he didn’t leave me deserted because this was indeed the last time that I planned on depending on a man to help me through anything.
Chapter 9
Shadonna
Icouldn’t even be mad at Layloni for taking Glen’s money. To be honest, she deserved it all. What crushed me was losing her and our friendship. When I was doing all that foul shit behind her back, I didn’t feel any remorse. But now, the reality was more real than anything. Besides my kids, I had probably lost the only adult that I had in my life that actually cared about me.
I sat on the couch chain smoking cigarettes with my cell phone inside my hand. I kept calling her for days straight, until the number I kept calling revealed that it was no longer in service. I didn’t know where she was, but I knew she was in great danger. Hell, we all were.
Glen was threatening me, and I sent the threats right back. His uncle Troy took his position away when he found out his warehouse was robbed blind of millions. Whoever this King guy was, he was dangerous. Twenty people were left dead in that warehouse. Glen swears I was working with them. The only reason I was alive was because he searched my house and been staying here for days.
I told his dumb ass Layloni was not as dumb as we thought. Bitch had a good memory, and she had to remember where thewarehouse was located. I popped three tramadol pills and took it down with some vodka. My phone rang, and I jumped like fire was under my ass. My money was low, so the only person I had to turn to was my hoe ass, strung out mother.
“Yea,” I answered, feeling annoyed before I even heard her voice.
“Bitch, where you at? I told your hoe ass if you was trying to make some money to be at my house early this morning! Money ain’t gonna make it self bitch!”
“I know momma. Look, I’ll be there in thirty minutes. I was trying to see if Myron or Taquan could take the kids for a couple hours, but they never called me back,” I explained like I was a kid.
Myron and Taquan were my older brothers. They were well off but didn’t really fuck with me or my mother. They stuck together and felt like me and my mom were evil and users. They never took the time to see how fucked up I was because of my momma. They would give me money from time to time, check in on me and keep the kids whenever they wanted to play nice uncles. When I needed their asses the most, they never would come through for me.
“Just have that funky pussy clean and ready to go by the morning.” She hung up before I could even respond. I felt my personality flipping before I could gain control.
“Mommy, we hungry,” my seven-year-old Shaylon whined, as I snapped my neck her way.
“Okay and? Go take your little ass in there and make some damn noodles! I’m trying to think!”
She huffed, then turned on her little heels and went to the kitchen. Out the corner of my eyes, I watched Glen Jr. crawl, then stand on wobbly legs. He walked the best he could as he started to cry. I felt like shit. It was the middle of the day and I know they hadn’t ate yet. The pills I took started to kick in and Icouldn’t even stand to go pick his ass up, so I watched him in a twilight zone as he dropped to his knees and crawled to me.
“Shay Shay! Hurry up with those fucking noodles!” I slurred, as baby Glen made his way in my lap and cried in my chest. I dropped my own silent tears because my mind and life was all fucked up. I found myself praying that maybe one day Layloni would find it in her heart to forgive me and at least be my friend again.
Soon as I said my silent prayer, G came walking in the door looking stressed out. He reminded me of the reason me and Layloni would never become back cool again. He looked beat up and thrown away. I sighed because I knew some more shit had happened.
“I should’ve knew you weren’t shit… you ain’t got no food in this motha fucka for these kids! I’m out here pawning jewelry to have money cause you led that bitch to my trap house!” His voice cracked like he wanted to cry, and I wanted to break down for him. I knew it was part of my fault, which was why I was going to reunite with my mom to make ends meet until we both could figure some shit out.
“Look G, I need you here in the morning for a couple hours. I got some good money plays that’s gone hold us for a while.”
“Hold us? Bitch, you can’t hold a nigga like me! I come from royalty! You think turning some tricks for your pimp of a mother gone help me! Bitch, you smoking good dope like Layloni momma!”
He marched out the room, telling Shay Shay to grab the things they needed for the night. I didn’t even want to ask any questions; I allowed him to take them damn kids. I needed my own space, and he didn’t need to know that he was doing me a good favor. I planned on getting high as a kite, then preparing my mind to deal with my dead beat ass mother.
“Don’t call me until you ready to be a real fucking mother! The only reason why I’m taking Shay is because she deserve to be a kid and I feel sorry for all the bullshit you put them through. I know these other two is mine and I’m gone take care of them and keep them away from your sick ass.”
