She rolled her eyes. “But your other kids were right there with you.”
I hooded my eyes. “How you know?”
She pursed her lips. “Don’t worry about that. Let’s talk about you and how you haven’t been doing shit with your son.”
“Man, look.” I scratched the tip of my nose. “Two of my kids recently had birthdays. It’s been a lot of shit going on. So, sometimes my hands be tied.”
She placed a hand on her hip. “How the fuck does that make sense, when he’s your child too?”
“Saying that changes what, Tyra? You aint tired of having the same dumb ass conversation? I’m married with kids.Thatcomes beforeeverythingelse. If you cared about your baby being a priority, then you should’ve had kids with a nigga who wanted to be with you.”
She shook her head. “You love to throw that in my face. Okay, you married the hoe. But that shit matters none, when you fucking everything moving.”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “I aint fucking you.”
“Yeah, whatever. That might be the case, but I know about Bri. Janetta. Skeeka. Or what about Amber? All those hoes are getting thatmarrieddick. So, make that shit make sense.”
Sighing, I didn’t bother correcting her. Did I have dealings with those chicks? Sure. But Bri was filling scripts. I was trapping out of Sheeka’s house. Janetta was great at turning coke to crack. And Amber would get rentals in her name, when some of my team members needed to go on the road.
I’m not saying that I hadn’t done my fair share of fucking hoes, but that shit had honestly become so unappealing to me. Especially after Tyra had trapped my ass. That shit was sobering, as I realized that had I not been playing around with women that meant nothing to me, then I would’ve never been in that situation. So, fucking around wasn’t something on my agenda. Nor did I have a official side bitch.
Women were constantly throwing pussy at me. And many of the girls I did business with had a thing for me, and I would use that to my advantage. I’d look out, for sure. But the broads were underpaid like a muthafucka, thinking that they were the Bonnies to my Clyde type shit. I’d spit a little game, and they were goners. Sure, it was manipulative, but I had really done no more than finesse them verbally. Wasn’t fucking none of them, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t let people assume otherwise.
I had accepted that being able to say that they were fucking with me was bragging worthy. So, women liked to be attached to my name, which I hated. In some form or another, the gossip would reach Raven, and she probably really believed that I was gas lighting her, when people were just lying. And muthafuckas wanted to be a part of the conversation, so they were quick to repeat some shit they’d heard. Sometimes they’d even swear that they had first-hand knowledge, wanting to seem closer to me and my circle than they actually were.
“Look, you can keep running your mouth, trying to rack your lil’ pea brain about who I’m fucking. But if you knew better, then you’d do better. Go cook that boy some fucking food, and stop worrying about me. Now, I’m gone,” I told her, before turning and stomping right out of the door.
Chapter 26
The night baby #6 was made…I think.
“But it’s like you never listen. You let her dictate way too much. Everybody thinks that you this big boss ass nigga, but when it comes to your son, it’s always Raven this or that,” Tyra fussed, as she sat on the passenger’s side of my Benz.
I was trying my best to practice some restraint, but this broad was pushing me to the max. For days, she’d been blowing up my phone, which was a burner I had specifically for her to call. After realizing that she wanted nothing, for real, I’d stopped answering for her. And now, she’d pulled up to my brother’s carwash, on the bullshit.
Not wanting muthafuckas in my business, I opted to sit in the truck to holler at her, and she’d been working my fucking nerves the entire time.
“Why the fuck do you constantly have her name in your mouth?” I wanted to know. “Raven aint your problem, nor your enemy. She literally don’t fucking know of your existence, for real. You just a face of many to her. So, it sounds fucking nuts when you go on and on, with this one-sided beef.”
“Cause maybe it’s ‘bout time that she gets to know me,” Tyra snarled. “Then maybe you’ll be a real daddy to our son.”
Angrily, I curled my lips. “Bitch, if you go anywhere near my wife, I’ll fucking kill you.”
She gasped, probably a bit shocked. Normally, I was laid back, and would let her run her mouth. But as time went on, and the threat of her turning my life upside down seemed inevitable, and I took her threats to heart.
Muthafuckas on the outside looking in often thought that I could skate with whatever, and I had a weakling at home, but that had never been the case. Raven was always my biggest fucking problem, as she kept me on my toes. Her having five kids had done nothing to water her down. She was still raw and uncut. Pure. The finest muthafucka I’d laid eyes on, and I wasn’t saying that because she was mine. If anything, I sometimes hated how gorgeous she was, as I could never get comfortable, and assured that she’d go nowhere.
So, yeah, I did the most to keep my gal happy. If she called, then I was dropping everything. If she asked for it, then it was hers. And if Raven demanded my undivided attention, then everything and everybody had to wait. Including Tyra and JJ. Then ironically, Raven’s spoiled ass didn’t even see it that way. She held grudges, and one misstep could have her punishing me for months.
Even if I didn’t verbally share this with another soul, most people would never understand the depth of my love for that girl…except for maybe Tyra. Tyra knew that I might’ve been that nigga on the streets, but Raven had me wrapped around her finger, and whatever she said, went. And Tyra knew this like no one else, because this was often the reason that I couldn’t show up for her.
Truth be told, I spent most of my time with my wife. She was my best friend, and I enjoyed her company.Shit, it had been a long minute since I’d cheated, period, but you couldn’t pay Raven to believe that. On the cool, I was more in love with her than ever before, and I preferred keeping her close. Besides, it was a known fact that Raven didn’t know how to act when she’d go outside, so I kept that clubbing shit to a minimum, on both ends.
And that’s probably why I was extra aggravated with Tyra, right then. I’d been texting Raven the entire time Tyra had been sitting in my car, and Raven had been taking forever with her responses. I had mentioned us stepping out that night, and she hadn’t responded, which had my antennas up.
“Oh, wow. Every time I feel like you can’t go no lower, you drop down another level,” Tyra claimed.
“Say, fuck with chu talking about.” I waved her off. “This shit is redundant, honestly. You pulled up on me to talk about me not spending time with JJ. Meanwhile, you aint got him your damn self. Probably done pawned him off on one of the hood rats you run with. Like I don’t see through your bullshit. This aint about no JJ. You just wanna be in my face. And if I said that I wanted to spend some time, then I bet that the last thing on your mind would be going to get him. You’d be riding my dick from sunup to sundown. But it aint happening. You aint my bitch, Tyra. So, stop popping up, making these scenes. And keep Raven’s name out of your fucking mouth.”
