31. REASON #2
Deep down, I wanted to fuck them up, make them feel the pain they had caused me on a day that was supposed to be special.
This shit hurt. Fire burned in my eyes and in the pit of my stomach.
But I couldn’t let them see that shit. Thankfully, I made this a “No Phones or Cameras Allowed” event, so no one was capturing one of the most humiliating days of my life.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
I turned around to see my mama slapping the fuck out of Saje while security held her down.
“I knew you were a no-good, Jezebel bitch! How dare you and this bastard do this to my son, who ain’t been nothing but good to both of you!
” I couldn’t even be mad. If anything, I wished Mama had the strength to fuck her up more.
Mama cried, and in a way, she was shedding tears I refused to release. I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook off the stinging in my eyes. She rushed over to Basheer and gave him one hard slap in the mouth too.
“And you!” Mama jabbed him in the forehead. “Fuck you, you filthy negro!”
Doc intervened and carefully pulled her away from Basheer. I appreciated Doc stepping in when he did, ’cause a nigga’s legs couldn’t move.
I kept my eyes on Basheer, feeling my anger rise.
Then, I got a burst of energy, and I could no longer hold back.
I charged at him, catching that busta in the back of the head.
I turned him around to face me, and then blow after blow, I released everything I’d been feeling on the inside onto him. The nigga couldn’t get a hit in.
“Reason, I ain’t mean to keep this shit from you,” he said through bloody lips.
No words could form, so I used my fists to do the talking. Fighting the urge to grab the strap I had one of my security guards holding for me, I kept swinging. Killing this nigga wouldn’t do me any good. I needed this muthafucka to suffer.
Basheer kept trying to plead his case, trying to explain himself like a little bitch.
Every time he spoke, I punched him in the mouth.
He should’ve known me by now. Nothing he said would make me feel different.
Nothing he said would justify him and Saje’s secret and what they’d been doing behind my back.
Saje had me feeling sorry for her, had me going above and muthafuckin’ beyond to please her ass, and she’d been keeping this shit from me the entire time.
Mama’s instincts were right. She had a valid reason not to accept Saje.
I wish I’d known this sooner. It would’ve saved me from wasting my time and money on a bitch who didn’t deserve it.
These muthafuckas really played in my face.
I gripped Basheer’s collar tighter and fired off punches to his face until his bitch ass went flying over the railing and into the ocean. He screamed the whole way down as the guests all gasped in unison. Everything was a fucking mess.
My security team still had control of Saje as she cried, makeup smeared all over her face.
“Fuck you, Reason! This is how you gonna leave me? You got these niggas treating me like I’m a fuckin’ dog!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. Image was no longer her concern.
“I swear I’ma take everything you got when we go to court! I’m glad I took birth control all these years… You really think I wanted to have another fuckin’ child? I never wanted the one I had.” Spit flew out of her mouth in every direction.
“Now you’re about to be a single fuckin’ father, nigga!
” Her words stung. After doing right by Saje since I met her, this was what it came down to: her true colors were now exposed for all to see and hear.
While she thought she was hurting me, she was making herself look dumb.
All the guests had looks of pure disgust on their faces.
In the middle of her rant, I watched as her father walked past her and shook his head, disappointment apparent in his eyes. He looked back at me and nodded before walking off the yacht.
“And fuck you too, Daddy! You gon’ always be a coward! Go back to yo’ wife and continue being her lil’ bitch like you’ve always been!”
Mr. Atkins never turned around to look or acknowledge his daughter.
I didn’t know how to deal with Saje yet, or if taking matters into my own hands was even worth my time.
So, I moved away from her crying, worthless, cheating ass.
I motioned for the guards to get this bitch off my yacht.
They dragged her across the smooth floor as she howled like they were hurting her.
Once she was off the boat, I turned around because the yacht had begun to move, reminding me why we were here in the first place.
This was my cue that the surrogate had arrived.
The captain had been instructed to slowly sail away from the dock the moment she stepped on board, and the plan was for the trail of water the yacht left behind as it moved through the ocean to turn either pink or blue.
Before I could spot the woman carrying my seed, I looked out into the ocean to see what I was having, trying to come to grips with the fact that I would have to do this alone. When I saw the water turn a bright light blue, I couldn’t hold back the tears forming in my eyes.
I was having a baby boy.
I turned back around to find the woman who made it all possible. That’s when my eyes landed on the pregnant woman on the other end of the yacht, hand in hand with her daughter. My focus shot from the woman to her child, and everything became a blur.
My breathing changed, becoming faster and shallower. Then my stomach tightened, and I felt like I was losing control of my whole body.
The woman’s eyes scanned the yacht until they connected with mine.
She stopped walking, blinking fast, tears pooling in her eyes but not spilling over.
Then it looked like her legs gave out, and I sprinted toward her before she could hit the polished floor.