“Are you? This man looks like he’s less than a second away from killing your ass. What you think going to happen when you get in the car with him? You have children. Don’t expose this kind of shit to your children,” I voiced, not wanting her to get in the car and leave with him, but judging by the look in her eyes, where her eyes grew watery, and the second she blinked, and a tear ended up falling, I knew that I wouldn’t win this race with her, so I was going to bow out.
“It’s not that simple. I appreciate all that you’ve been doing for me, and the other ladies here. It’s only been a few sessions, but I gained a lot of knowledge, and for the first time in years, I felt like I was a part of something,” that shit broke my heart when she said that to me, and when she walked away, going over to the passenger side, opening the door, and she stepped inside.
Her bitch ass husband looked me up and down, and he smiled.
“Whenever she gets to talking back, and feeling herself, that usually means that someone has been in her ear. Motivating her and shit, making her feel like she’s bigger than the program. I knew it was something. I knew someone was to blame for the change in her. Me and my wife been together for fifteen years. We got beautiful children. I work, so she don’t have to. She ain’tever leaving me. This the only time that I’m going to say this to you… stay the fuck away from my wife,” he thought that little treat was supposed to shake me up, but it did absolutely nothing for me.
I inched closer to him, getting as close to him as I possibly could. We were about the same height. He reeked of beer and cigarettes. Maybe it was the kids that Tamera had with this nigga, or the history that they shared because it couldn’t have been the looks. This nigga was ugly as hell, and his personality made him even uglier.
“Because you work, and take care of the bills, that gives you an excuse to go around, putting your hands on her? Pussy ass nigga, my husband runs companies and has been taking care of the bills for years and has never in his fuckin life raised his hand to me. If he did, I can assure you that he wouldn’t live to tell anyone about it. You’re a coward, nigga. In the short time that Tamera has been here, she’s learned quite a few things from me. I pray the next day that you raise your hand to her, she blows your motha fuckin brains out. If she won’t do it, I guarantee you that I will if you step foot on my property again. I’ll leave your kids fatherless. That’s not a threat either,” I was loud enough for only him to hear me, and the whole time that I spoke to him, I was looking him in his eyes because I needed him to know that I was serious and would dead ass do the shit to him that I was speaking on.
He must have known that I meant every word that I said to him because instead of him saying anything else back to me, he chose the smart thing to do, which was back away, got into his car, and just as quickly as he pulled in, is as quickly as he left.
I never moved from the position that I was in. I stood here, with my feet planted to the ground, watching the car for as long as I could, as it eased out. As I was standing here, one of the instructors walked over to me. It was a male. His name wasChris. Chris was cool. He had a lot of knowledge when it came to firearms, just as I did, which is why I hired him back when I was trying to build a team.
“That shit that she’s living, I come from that. My mom is a domestic violence survivor. My pops used to beat her ass for sport. That shit went on for years. If I know anything about that, I know that you can’t force her to leave. She gotta leave when she ready. Me, my sister, or my mom’s parents couldn’t do anything to get her to leave my pops. She didn’t leave his ass until we were grown. I know that shit is hard to stand here and watch, but it really isn’t shit that you can do about it. She got some of the skills that you’ve already taught her, so hopefully she’ll get fed up with the nigga one day, and kill his ass,” Chris told me.
I’m sure he was able to tell by the way that I was still standing here, that I was bothered by what just finished happening. At the end of the day, Tamera was a grown woman. Like Chris said, I couldn’t force her to leave him. I just prayed that one day she left that shit while she still had the chance because judging by the crazed look in that niggas eyes, she didn’t have any plans on leaving any time soon. She was too afraid to.
Hours Later
8:32 P.M.
“Loco, I can’t stop thinking about that shit that happened earlier at the warehouse. Every time I try to block it out, the shit just keeps resurfacing. I have daughters, so that kind of stuff just hits me different. I think about my daughters getting older, and a nigga walking around putting his hands on them,” I voiced to my husband, as we were ducked off in our bathroom, soaking inthe tub together, having us a little romantic moment without the kids.
I really was trying to soak up this romantic moment with him, but my mind was going, and I couldn’t get it to slow down. We had the lights dimmed a little in here, there was a small portable speaker resting on the bathroom counter, that was playing R&B music softly, rose petals were in the bubble bath with us, and we had a blunt going in rotation. Loco was leaned back, hitting the blunt, while my back was resting against him, voicing to him how I was feeling. I could feel his dick poking at me, as his free hand was softly massaging my right nipple. I just knew that he wanted to tell me to shut the fuck up, so that I could start riding dick, but my mind was boggled right now, and I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Tamera.
“That won’t be Zuri, or Oakley, baby. Come on. Look who raised them. Them girls know to blow a nigga shit back if he ever thinks he’s going to put his hands on one of them. As far as the woman from earlier, it’s fucked up that she’s in that situation. You know how I feel about a man putting his hands on a woman. I got two sisters, a mama that I love dearly, a wife, sisters in laws, and daughters, so I’m going to always vouch for women, and their protection. At the same time Uzi, you can’t save nobody that don’t want to be saved. If she wanted saving, she would have told that nigga to kick rocks, and stayed where the protection was at, but she got in the car with him anyways,” he told me, right before he took another pull of the blunt, and he tried to hand it back to me, but I shook my head, telling him that I didn’t want it.
I had my long, red hair pulled up into a bun that was resting on top of my head, and the jets were going in the tub. The setting was honestly great. I just needed to ease my mind a little bit, stop thinking about the bullshit, and soak up this moment with my man, especially since we weren’t always able to get quiet,intimate moments like this with each other, especially when all the kids, and the dogs were home. Someone always needed one of us. Even with my kids being older, you would think that they would be more independent, and wouldn’t come to us as much, but I swear that wasn’t the case, especially not my girls. Zuri and Oakley acted as if they couldn’t do shit without me, and their father.
“I hear you. I’m going to drop it. I don’t want to feel like I’m annoying you with it,” I said.
“You not annoying me with shit. You know that. Your problems are my problems. Turn your head around. Look at me, beautiful,” his deep voice was so soft, and gentle with me.
I loved that my husband was such a manly man, but when it came to me, and his kids, he knew how to throw that tough shit out of the way and be to us what we needed him to be. I didn’t want to always be talked to aggressively. I needed my husband to be my soft spot. The one who coddles me. The one that assured me that shit was going to get better in my life when it felt like it was going down. Loco has always been that for me. Years later, he was still that, and that’s why I loved him the way that I did.
“I’ll air the whole city out for you. You know that. You want me to kill that nigga?” he asked, and I laughed, even though I knew he was dead ass serious.
Any time I stressed to my husband about something, his resolution was always asking me if I needed him to kill somebody. The fact that he wasn’t smiling, proved to me that he was dead ass serious. If I told him yes, he would fuck me right quick, get a couple of nuts off, and he would leave the house, in search of Tamera’s husband.
“It’s okay, Papi. You don’t have to,” I told him, eyes on him, admiring his handsome face.
I leaned my head up, so that he could put the blunt to my lips, and once he did, I took a long pull, blew the smoke out,and then I crashed my lips into his. The kiss was nasty that we shared. Nothing was off limits when it came to the way that we showed affection towards one another, so I let a little spit go into his mouth, which he gladly accepted, and we were back tongue kissing. The kiss went on for about a minute straight, and when we finished, I turned back around, so that I could plant my back against his chest again.
I hummed to the music that was playing on the speakers, and right when I felt like I was mentally prepared to start riding dick, and have my husband bury himself deeply into my guts, that’s when my phone started ringing on the side of the tub. I looked down at the screen, and I saw that it was Benelli facetiming me.
“Don’t answer that shit. We busy,” Loco said from behind me, leaning his head down, and kissing my neck.
“One minute, papi. Let me just see what she wants,” I told him, and of course, he sucked his teeth from behind me.
When it came to my sisters, I couldn’t ignore a phone call. Call me crazy, but I could be in the middle of sucking dick, and I’ll answer the phone. I live with severe PTSD. Being in the streets, losing people, and knowing the bad that can come your way, it will fuck with your head. I’ve been out of the game for years now, but certain fears, and mindsets just never leave you.
“What’s up?” I answered the phone for Benelli.
Judging by her background, I could tell that she was outside in her backyard. I made sure that I kept the phone high enough, so that it only showed my face, and not my body.
“Make that shit quick, man. We about to start fuckin, and the way I’m feeling, I don’t care if I gotta do that shit with you on the phone. You always call at the most fucked up times bruh,” Loco talked shit to my sister.
