“Hell nah, you ain’t good nigga! None of us are in our circle…however I’m not fucking her and playing with her mind. You got baggage… shit from the past you holding onto… you still out trying to kill mother fuckers that should have been dead two years ago…” she paused, causing my fist to ball up.
She never had any boundaries with her words. She was a fearless woman. Her short ass could tame and scare a beast, so I couldn’t expect less with what was coming out of her mouth.
“Watch it!” I still warned her.
“Nigga, you watch it…” she chuckled sinisterly then whispered lowly into the phone. Cream must have been in the room; she was getting ready to say some bullshit that she didn’t want him to hear.
“You could have been given the word King. If it was my dad, I would’ve killed those mother fuckers the same night. They wouldn’t have been breathing past the next day! Yet, you giving them niggas the ability to still spread their wings and profit off your father.” She gritted into the phone
“Do you want me to handle it? That way you can get the closure you’re looking for?” She added insult to injury.
What she said smacked me harder than a Mac truck. I even hated that her short ass was right. I just didn’t have big resources like she did. She was connected in every state, every country. She could still make shit happen with a snap of her fingers. I just refused her offer multiple times because it was my revenge. The closure that I needed for myself.
“You got two kids and a husband, yet you’re still trying to get your pretty fingers dirty. Tell me, Rellianah…” I taunted with a sadistic smile on my face.
“You’re that bored with your square ass life? I always got room on my team if you wanna-”
“Don’t you dare insult me, you black silent bastard!” She raised her voice.
“Baby, who the fuck you on the phone with?”
I overheard Cream yelling, as she ignored him and continued her rant. She was pissed, and I could tell by heavy breathing on the other end.
“Don’t you ever insult me, King… it will be your last insult the next time! As I said… leave Layloni alone, don’t make me step in because I will. You need to handle your loose ends in the dirty south or I will. Layloni is a good woman and I don’t want her tied into no bullshit with you or I will get my hands dirty! You think I don’t know that her ex is Troy’s son? Trust, I know everything and everyone’s resume, especially if they are around me. You either step correct to her or don’t step at all… furthermore, if some shit pop off and she’s in the middle, then you leave me no choice but to step in and take over.”
Before I could curse her hardcore acting ass out, she hung up in my face. I clenched the phone tight in my hands, close to breaking the shit. Rellianah meant well, but her mouth and the way she moved was lethal. My phone rung once more and I already knew who it was following up behind her bullshit.
“Yo.”
“Man, if I don’t get no pussy tonight cause you done pissed my wife off, I’m gone beat yo ass Blood,” Cream joked as I remained silent, still buzzing in anger. This wasn’t a courtesy call. It was him being nosey, trying to see what Rellianah was up too.
“Your wife needs to mind her business.”
“As I been told… look man, she means well, she really done took a liking to Layloni for some reason… but I will talk to her.I’ve been trying to keep her nose clean and out of shit, if you know what I mean.”
“I hear you,” I responded, unclenching my jaws and fist. I knew she meant well, but talking to me as if I was not capable of protecting Layloni or handling my personal affairs with my beef in the streets had me vexed and ready to flex. I wasn’t in Mississippi just for my mom. I was here to tie up one loose end and that was Troy’s bitch ass since Glen couldn’t handle it.
“I’m trying to keep her ass busy man… trying to make her give me another kid, so she can stay her ass out of everybody else business, but that shit a hard task. She has changed a lot, but I can still see her craving power and trying to control some shit outside of this household. I’m gone talk to her, my nigga I know she was wrong for stepping to you like that.”
“Yeap.” I was back to the one words. I was ready to get off the phone and handle my business.
“Alright Blood, I’ll get at you later… when you get back to the city, hit me.”
“Bet.”
Without waiting for him to respond after my last word, I hung up and headed to the shower to cleanse myself before getting dirty.
“Baby, where you going? I thought we was going to have a little fun,” Arielle asked softly.
She looked sexy as fuck but she picked the wrong damn moment, so I snapped but still kept my cool.
“If you ever call me baby again, you will never feel or see me again Arielle… understood?”
“Yes King.”
With nothing else to say, I proceeded in what I had set out to do. If Rellianah thought she could dictate on what I had going with Layloni, she was sadly mistaken. I should’ve never got a taste or hit of pussy so good as hers. Layloni was mine, whethershe wanted to be or not, and that was final. I couldn’t figure out what exactly I wanted to make out of us until I handled my unfinished business.
The same unfinished business that made me not sleep well at night. I tossed and turned and slept maybe two good hours before waking up upset and full of anger. Rellianah triggered more hatred towards the niggas that killed my father, and I planned on indeed finishing this shit for once and for all. I was going to kill Troy, then go after my uncle Prince and that was that.
