Bitches were bold as fuck in the projects. I’d find notes on Jahrein’s windshield. Numbers would magically appear in the tray where he’d roll his blunts. Like I said I wasn’t worried about any of those bitches, but one hoe in particular was taking shit too damn far.It wasn’t about Jahrein, but her lack of respect for me. I’d walk out my door and catch Carmilla’s ass bent all in his car window talking to him. The first time I saw that shit I nipped it in the bud. I told her that I’d appreciate it if she stayed out his face, and I told Jahrein to keep her out his face.
I thought that we’d all reached an understanding, until I pulled up to the corner store one day and caught the bitch holding my daughter in her arms. Jahrein claimed that they ran into each other, and she asked to hold Jhyrah. But none of that mattered as I slapped the hell out of him and then hit her with a two piece. She dropped to the ground, and that was her biggest mistake, because I stomped her until I got tired. Being that we were in the hood no one even tried to stop me, and Jahrein’s messy ass just held the baby while I did my thang. He was even on the sidelines coaching me.
When we made it home he went off about me putting my hands on him in public, but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. No nigga in the neighborhood could touch our kids and everybody knew that, so letting nasty bitches touch them should have been out the question as well. I couldn’t even hold a conversation with the dudes around there without there being a problem. He would go so far as to stop me right in my tracks and make me go in the house before he’d let me continue talking to another nigga. He claimed to know how other men thought, and once I started being friendly with them they’d feel comfortable enough to take shit further. That’s probably how he did shit, so he was putting it off on all the other niggas.
Me and Jahrein had a huge debate about him letting that girl hold my baby. He was still saying that he didn’tsee anything wrong with it, so I decided to show his ass. I waited a couple of days and made him think that I’d forgotten about the incident. I went to the grocery store and came back with a shit load of food. I knew that the niggas would be out that time of day, so that’s when I decided to strike.
I pretended to struggle with the bags, until this cute dude volunteered to help. I told him that I had the bags but he could get my son out the car. I knew that Jahrein was home because his car was parked outside. So, I led the way as the dude carried a sleeping Junior. When Jahrein saw that man holding his son he damn near flipped out right then and there. He snatched Junior out of the guy’s arms and then told him that he could bounce.
We argued all day over that situation, but I bet you that he never let another girl hold my kids. He was a nigga with all types of double standards but I had a remedy for it all; just give him a dose of his own medicine. Of course, doing that always led to a dispute, but it would put him in line. And made him think twice about openly doing something that he didn’t want me doing.
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“Damn, mami, let me get a minute.”
I twirled around and spotted Jose. He was a fine ass Colombian nigga that bitches was constantly yapping about. He was a cutie with curly hair and fair skin. Personally, he was too light for me. I liked my men light-brown, not high yellow.
My neighbor Tiff was standing beside me. She was a little rough around the edges, but I fucked with her. She was one of the few broads in the complex that neverpried into my business, and she'd actually listen to me when I needed to vent. Her man was this infamous jack-boy that had plenty of niggas shook in the hood.
“Jose, why you trying to flirt wit my girl?” she asked in her raspy voice. She was light-skinned and slim, but had a hard exterior.
I shook my head, wanting to nip that shit in the bud. Jahrein was a muthafuckin' fool, and the last thing I needed was him tripping with me. “He aint flirting with me.”
“Yeah, I am.” he spoke in his heavy accent.
I rolled my eyes, as I attempted to step towards the complex. We had only walked to the store to get some fresh air. I didn't have time to entertain no thirsty niggas.
“Mami, hold up.” Jose called out, as he hurried up to me. He grabbed my hand, as his eyes visually raped me. I quickly pulled away. “I can't get to know you?”
I shook my head. “I can't.”
“Why not? I'm ugly to you or something?”
I giggled. “Naw. I got a man.”
“A man? What that got to do wit me?”
I frowned. “Everything. I don't get down like that.”
Jose looked a bit taken aback. “Damn, what's this man's name?”
“Why?” I placed my hands on my hips.
“I wanna shake his hand. He got your ass trained.”
“Trained? Naw, never that. I just know how to handle myself in these streets. Now, you have a good day. Tiff, I'ma see you back in the apartments.” I walked off.
I heard the patter of foot steps coming after me. I turned to see Tiff trying to catch up with me. “Damn, bitch, slow down.” she huffed.
“Walk yo ass up, then.” I jawed, not appreciating her giving that nigga the window of opportunity.
“Girl, why is you tripping? Do you know who that nigga is? He got a fuckin' Benz parked around the corner.”
I pursed my lips sarcastically. “Good for him.”
She shook her head. “Hard headed ass.”
“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes.
