Shaylon looked at me with saddened eyes. It made me realize that no matter how fucked up Shadonna treated her kids, they were still hers and they loved her to the max.
“Yea, Shay Shay, we gone go today.”
She gave me a bright smile, then walked away before I pulled out my phone to text Shadonna. I threatened her ass and told her she had better had her shit in order and be ready to face herkids with love or I was going to off her ass. Plus, I needed time to make a big move and that was to confront my uncle, the man I looked at like my father all these years. This was probably going to be one of the hardest things I ever had to do. If he didn’t clear up the bullshit King had told me, I would end him without an ounce of remorse.
I stopped by the grocery store after pawning my last bit of jewelry that I had. They gave me five thousand for the diamond beefy chain I had. My pride didn’t want to give it up because I dropped twenty thousand on it. I only had six hundred to my name and had no choice but to just take the money. My uncle called himself threatening me and taking my position away and banning me, when he knew I was outnumbered by King. I dropped the kids off to Shadonna with lots of groceries and snacks, plus toys for the kids. She was actually happy to see them and looked better than when I took them from her. She gave me all these bullshit words saying she was going to do right by her kids, and I just hoped that she did. I really ain’t know if I was gone make it back to them. I really didn’t even know how tonight was going to play out. I was going over there solo and my uncle wasn’t even expecting my visit. The older I got, the more he treated me like a fucking worker, always setting times and places to meet him like I was no longer good enough to pop up at the place he lived in after my father was killed.
I pulled up to the two-story home that him and his hoes occupied whenever they came into town. Each step I took to the front door felt hard as fuck. I was carrying demons with me, some belonged to me but most were my uncle’s. I knocked on the door hard twice and stood back, waiting for someone to answer. It didn’t surprise me when a tall, 6 foot yellow bone opened the door ass naked with a smile on her face. She recognized me and let me in right away, leading me to my uncle’s office.
When I walked in, he had two snow bunnies topping him off on their knees. He was relaxed with his head back, as they hungrily devoured his dick. Shaking my head, I cleared my throat, and he glared up at me. Disappointment crossed his face before he snapped his finger, and the women left him alone. The yellow bone walked up to him with wet wipes, cleaned him up, thn placed his limp ass dick back into his linen pants. Kissing him on the cheek, she smiled and spoke in her deep southern accent, “Hope ya liked my small gift for ya, daddy.”
Turning around to walk away, he smacked her ass hard on the way out, causing it to jiggle and her to giggle. She looked over her shoulder and winked at me as she made her way out and closed the door. This nigga was in pussy heaven twenty-four seven. That’s what he went so hard for. He refused to go broke and he made sure he kept up with all the money he had coming in, even though he had people on his team he could trust. He fed me scraps of money; that’s why I was barely making it. He treated me like a bitch when I thought about it. Giving me his hoes’ hand me down whips that he took back once he left they asses. The cars were nice, but it was the simple gesture that spoke volumes to me.
“See, if you didn’t try to commit to one bitch, you could have plenty… got to learn how to play the game boy.”
He sat up in his chair, a thought must have crossed his mind because he sat up straight, then looked me square in the eyes.
“The fuck you even doing popping up at my house like this? Somebody could’ve followed your dumb ass! I thought I told you to call the burner phone and let me know when you needed to meet? That ass whooping you got from Chuck and my men wasn’t enough for you, boy?”
“Stop with the boy shit, Unc… you like a father to me or have you forgotten?”
We didn’t speak for five long seconds before he leaned back and relaxed. “Watch your words and conduct with me, nigga! If I ever failed at something, I swear to God it was you. You don’t have the brains to be like me. I’ve taught you everything you suppose to know… yet, you let that black fucka King steal from me!”
He slammed his hands on the table, I had a strong urge to massage the gun I had tucked in my waist, but I chose to relax and get the answers I needed. This nigga was flawed as fuck and, the more I sat here and looked at him, the more I realized how blinded I’d been and all the words King said to me kept replaying in my head.
“Why did you kill my father, Troy?” I couldn’t waste any more time. I couldn’t sit in this man’s face any longer, if what I was told was true. When he chuckled and reached for his half of blunt that sat in the ashtray, I pulled my pistol out, he ignored my gesture and sparked up his blunt with no worries in the world.
“Finally, you have come to your senses. I figured it’s the only reason why that black son of a bitch left you still alive.”
My heart cracked. He confirmed it without even saying what needed to be said, and I was prepared to do what I came to do.
“You ain’t got the guts to kill me, young blood, so sit back and listen to what I got to say. I’ve been telling you for some time now to let that fat bitch Layloni go… you know why? Cause she reminded me of your mother. Beautiful and so innocent like, but see Glen… them type of hoes always be the smart ones. Niggas underestimate those kind because we be so busy thinking we outsmarting them. In the end though, they always get the last laugh. Your mother did that to me. She was the only woman I loved. I broke her heart multiple times until my brother came along. When he asked about her… my ego wouldn’t let me admit to having feelings for her, so I shared her with him. Told him Iwas done and he could try her, but I doubt she would fuck with him… you see, Glen, I thought that your mom was smart enough to curve that nigga, but she didn’t. She came to me months later telling me she was pregnant with you and she knew you were mine… but I couldn’t get over the fact that she had been with my brother, so I told her to fuck off and that you weren’t mine. After she told my brother my response, his simp ass took her in… took care of her, even married her ass and thought y’all was gone go riding off into the sunset making me look stupid with my fucking kid. So, I ended the shit. The only thing I regret was not ending her funky ass too for being the first bitch to ever break my fucking heart.”
I couldn’t speak; I didn’t know what to say. All these years, I thought my father was dead when I had been staring right at him my whole life. My pain and anger could not be controlled as I lifted my gun, causing my uncle to laugh hard in my face while he shook his head slowly.
“You thought you was gone come into my home and cap me?”
I felt cold metal to the back of my head and tensed up quick.
“Now, gone and give me that, suga.”
The yellow country sounding chick from earlier held her hand out, I slowly stood to my feet. I didn’t have the strength or energy to fight this. I needed to sort my thoughts out and try this whole situation another day.
“When you ready for a real conversation, come holler at me, son… until then, stay the fuck out my way until King is dead.”
I turned and walked out the door with no other words to say. Let the childish games begin.
Chapter 11
Layloni
6months later
Part two…Childish games we play.
I looked at myself for two long minutes in my full-length mirror before applying black lipstick to my plump lips. Winking at myself, I went to sit on my Cali king bed. I grabbed my baby oil gel, I greased my legs up really good, then wiped the bottom of my feet from excess oil before putting on my six-inch stilettos. I had come a long ass way; I was no longer that heartbroken girl who didn’t have the strength to carry on. I stood on my own two feet and vowed to never trust or need another nigga for shit.
Once I got out to Cali, shit was hell. I stopped depending on King to help me because I didn’t like the silence he gave me. I stayed in contact with him for about a month, then started making my own moves. I met new people and established my own sense of self dependency. It took me a while to figure out what I wanted but, once I did, I had been happy ever since. I took half of my fortune that I earned, thanks to Glen, and opened my first business right on Melrose in Los Angeles, California. One part of the store was for hair, the next was nails, and I started my own plus size clothing line. Thank God my credit was good andit didn’t take much to get it started. The hard part was finding workers and getting them to trust my vision and make sure they were reliable.
