Chapter 2 #3
While he retrieved his device, I grabbed the fork and stabbed the potato salad. As he looked at his phone, furrowing his eyebrows, I demanded, “Open your mouth.”
Doing so, he slid his thumb across the answer choice. Staring at my man, I wondered why he looked confused. Then, it dawned on me that he had talked to Amana moments ago.
Once he placed the phone to his ear, August sounded annoyed when he said, “I swore I said don’t call my phone no mo’. It ain’t that type of party. Ain’t been that way in a while. Stop fuckin’ callin’ me.”
Ms. Dorothy’s ass, I thought as he shoved his phone in his pocket and looked at me.
Sliding my fingers together as if crumbs were on them, I grinned. “Who was that?”
“Ms. Dorothy,” he announced as bright lights beamed through the elegant glass door, highlighting most of the staircase.
“Oh, really? So, that old sack of bones just doesn’t give a fuck what I say, huh?
Okay. Cool.” I giggled, placing the fork on the plate.
I wasn’t set off by her actions. I needed Ms. Dorothy to walk right into the fire that I was hiding about my brothers dumb ass moves.
I needed everyone to think she caused the volcano in me to erupt.
“Mona, she messy, man. Don’t feed into that shit,” August said quickly as I posted beside the door. He leaned over and narrowed his eyes.
When he closed his eyes and shook his head, he said, “Mona, I know you heard what I said. Don’t feed into her shit. She finna walk up to this door.”
“Who’s out that door with those bright ass lights?” King shouted from the living room.
“That’s Money’s truck. Since Ms. Dorothy just called me … I’mma assume she in his whip,” August answered as feet shuffled.
“The fuck who?” Kingdon hollered, laughing.
“Mona!” Min yelled, running into the doorway entrance to stare at me, surprised. I was smiling.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Shannon inquired. The Quad Ts, their women, King, Kingdon, Aleana, and Ryan stared at me, confused.
“Why not smile? It takes too many muscles to frown. Why should my blood pressure be elevated because Ms. Dorothy called August’s phone and could possibly be walking onto the porch?
I swore I was very clear about her dialing that gotdamn number.
Since I wasn’t … time to make sure I’m super clear.
The only way to do that is with a smile.
” I cheesed as Thiago screeched and sat on the floor in Indian style.
“Nih, this shit I gotta see. The old pussy versus the new pussy. Fight!” Thiago chuckled, wiggling his head like a toddler.
“Not much of a fight when you were born for shit like this,” I answered as the clinking of heels sounded from the porch.
“Let me make sure my phone is ready to receive this video.” Shannon giggled as Aleana looked up at Kingdon, stunned.
“Baby, stop looking at me. You will need to focus all your attention on Mona. She’s fast. If one of these baboons knocks you down, I’m going to air this house out, get into it with my twin and his wife, and then, I’m coming for your fucking head because you were too busy to see that you and our girls are entangled in some heavy shit,” Kingdon said slowly, placing his eyes on his fiancée.
“Okay.” She nodded, looking at me as the doorbell chimed.
“Let’s get ready for the rumbleeeeee!” Thiago hooted, bouncing his shoulders and staring deeply into my eyes.
“Playful ass,” I mumbled as King asked who was at the door.
“Dorothy,” the pretty, older bitch spoke sexily.
“Come in!” King shouted as I turned to my left, leaned my head on the door, and smiled harder.
You have no idea what the fuck you’ve really walked into. You are going to get all this pressure, I can’t deliver my brothers … at the moment, I thought as the front door opened.
A gust of wind, Thiago’s laughter, and cheap, strong perfume crept around me as my right hand twitched.
Dressed in a cute brown short trench coat in the dead of summer, Ms. Dorothy shook her healthy, sandy red dyed hair and cooed, “Hello, Mona. I’m here to speak with your fiancé.
Is he available to talk? I have much monies to give him.
I’m sure Azaria or August Junior could use the funds.
Or you might need some new mud tires for that beautiful truck outside. ”
“Wait. What?” Aleana asked, confused.
Thiago screeched.
“Them super old pussies do too much. That’s why I never got on any of them.” King laughed hard.
“The hole is still open!” Kingdon coughed violently.
August hissed.
“Oh wow,” Min, Shannon, and Kingsley held out.
I studied Ms. Dorothy’s long oval-shaped face. I needed to get a better look at the side of her face that would allow her to look as if she had a stroke once I palmed her face.
Cutely, the update in fashion woman covered her mouth.
Messily, she giggled through her spread fingers.
“Oh, this is the first time you’ve ever been this quiet, Mona.
Damn. I was expecting a battle between us for someone you shouldn’t have.
Well, it’s time for me to collect who belongs to me.
I’m tired of letting August fuck on you.
It’s such a sad thing to imagine. You are thick, but not as thick as me.
So, I know he’s missing all this juiciness.
Did you honestly think I’m going to let all that good dick go away without a fight?
No, little bitch I’m not. I may be older, but I’m still that bitch.
Who comes and takes who belongs to her.”
You are close enough, bitch, but not close enough for me to paralyze the sides of your face for a while, I thought as Ryan held out. “Oh wow!”
Thiago and Kingsley screeched like a serpentine belt that needs to be greased.
Shannon sat beside Thiago, taking food from his plate. Ms. Dorothy crept closer to me, still smiling. Joy bounced around her eyes because she really felt that she had me.
“King, hold my eyelids open for me. I don’t want to miss shit!” Kingdon said loudly as I nodded.
“Okay, Ms. Dorothy, if you can beat me … you can have August. Deal.” I smiled, extending my left hand to her.
Thiago looked at me crazily.
“Huh?” everyone, minus August, shouted, stunned.
“My fiancée finna wear yo’ old ass out!” August laughed, causing King to howl in laughter.
Showing her real, white teeth, the bold bitch grinned and extended her right hand to me. “Deal.”
Still smiling, we shook hands. I locked into every part of Ms. Dorothy. I needed to know how she would move, so I could protect August and my womb.
One kick to her chin will send her ass to lights out, but I don’t want that. I want brutality damned near, I thought as the bitch never saw me lowering myself into a fighting stance, nor did she see my fist gun for her throat.
“Oomph,” she sounded, stumbling out of the door, holding her throat.
Grabbing her arm, I yanked the bitch back to me and hissed, “Come here bitch. You are too old to be that damn dumb and na?ve.”
Tucking my left thumb into my palm, I growled, looked into her fearful eyes, and punched the bitch in her nose. Blood gushed out of it as she tried to back away from me.
“Get over here!” I hollered, yanking her closer to me and extending my fingers, minus my thumb.
With my fingers straight and strong, I rammed my fingers into the center of her chest and yelled, “August Abbott … is … mineeeee!”
As the bitch’s body jerked toward the door, I loved what I saw in her eyes. She thought death was near. It wasn’t. I temporarily halted her normal breathing pattern. Standing over Ms. Dorothy, scrambling to get away from me, I grabbed her hair and yanked her head upward.
Staring into her pretty light brown eyes, I grinned. “I tote guns faithfully, but my body is a weapon. I’ve made sure it was. Now, get up and fight me fair and square for that uncut dick on August Abbott.”
“My God.” Kingdon laughed, causing the males to howl in laughter.
Thiago’s wife, Francesca, hollered, “Slaughter that old ass fossil bitch, Mona!”
“Drag that dusty pussy that’s close to a casket!” Min yelled aggressively.
Absolutely, ladies, I thought as Ms. Dorothy opened her mouth to speak.
All the anger, frustration, and confusion flooded me about my brothers. I locked my eyes onto her lips and nose. They needed to look as if she had been jumped by twenty monkeys.
Holding my breath, I pushed out my left arm, docking her lips.
“Ahhh, shit! Stop! I’m leaving!” Ms. Dorothy said as tears streamed down her face.
“Noooo, you can’t leave,” I said in Azaria’s voice when it was time for Kingsa and King Junior to go home.
The house erupted in laughter as Ms. Dorothy hollered for help. I dragged and spanked that bitch with my hand like Azaria and Kingsa whooped their hairless, limbless dolls.
Closing the door with my foot, I extended my left arm with so much force that my shoulder popped. I groaned from the intense odd feeling as my fist connected with her nose.
“Get the fuck up, bitch! Fair fight!” I snarled, stepping back from her so she could stand.
Waving her hands frantically, the bloody-faced, scared woman cried, “No fight, Mona. You can have him.”
“Have him?” I hollered, shaking from head to toe.
My fingers twitched badly as I dropped my head and slowly walked toward the brash whore.
Through gritted teeth, I asked, “Who the fuck said I lost him? He was always mine once his ass was upside down on his bed, not knowing August Junior was snapping pictures of him, cheesing and rubbing his stomach. Bitch, that nigga will always be mine.”
Sliding back like a centipede close to death, the bitch stammered, “I … I ….”
Sick of seeing her woke, looking at me, knowing she’s in the same space as my man and our family, I took six steps to the right.
“Mona, I’m sorry for coming how I did,” she cried as I smiled wickedly and stopped breathing.
“Bitch, I know you are lying. You are not about to do that!” Min squealed as I locked into Ms. Dorothy’s left temple.
“Ms. Dorothy, I can kill you with ease. You don’t fuck with a bitch you can’t see when the lights are off.” I grinned, loving how relaxed she became.