Wilde
I was about to let her know, however, that I wasn’t playing with her about mine.
I couldn’t care less if she was the one that pushed Willow out.
At the door, I tried not to knock aggressively.
If she had half a brain, she knew I didn’t come in peace, but I didn’t want to do too much at the door.
Less than a minute after I knocked, Misha was slowly pulling the door open.
“I’m sure they told you when they gave you a bond that you weren’t supposed to have any contact with Willow.” My jaw muscles ticked. “So, explain to me why the fuck you were at Wonder’s shop.” As I spoke, I pushed past her and walked into the living room.
“I just want to hug my baby and tell her I’m sorry.” Tears filled Misha’s eyes. “I’ve never done anything like that before, and I regret it. I wasn’t supposed to be in the salon for that long. Willow wasn’t feeling good anyway, but Sasha doesn’t like a lot of kids in the shop.”
Staring at Misha blankly, I waited for her to come up with something better.
When she didn’t, I scoffed. “You smoking dick if you think you’re going to see my daughter.
I don’t care if the judge has a change of heart and awards you visitation.
I’d stay getting in trouble for contempt of court. When it comes to Willow you’re done.”
My direct eye contact and menacing glare should have been more than enough to let her know that I wasn’t playing. After a brief stare off, I pulled the gun that was tucked underneath my shirt making Misha gasp.
“One more thing,” I pressed the barrel of the gun into her left temple.
“I’m not sure what you meant when you told Wonder you were going to see her, but please don’t play stupid games because the prizes are going to be even more stupid.
This is the last time that I ever remind you that I’m not one of them.
I’ll watch you take your last breath then go home and eat my girl’s pussy like a starved man. Uncaring and unapologetic.”
Even while she was trembling from fear, Misha’s eyes filled with envy, and her nostrils expanded.
Out of all the things I said to her, she was most reactive to me saying I’d go home and eat Wonder’s pussy.
Hell nah, I never ate Misha out. I wouldn’t eat her pussy with another nigga’s mouth.
Her reaction showed me just how mental women could be.
I hadn’t touched Misha in years. I had wifed Wonder long before I put a ring on her finger.
If it wasn’t about Willow, Misha and I didn’t converse.
And still, she was pissed that I told her I would go home and eat my girl’s pussy.
When Misha’s lips didn’t part, I removed the gun and took a step back. “Don’t play with me, Misha. And that’s the last warning that I’m ever gon’ give you.”
Tucking my gun, I yanked her door open and stormed out of her house.
Wonder could handle her own for sure, but she wouldn’t have to.
She hadn’t done anything wrong. Misha’s anger was misplaced.
The confrontation did nothing to make my fury disappear.
I was pissed for a lot of reasons. The main one being, I left her ass breathing.
After getting inside of my car, I slammed the door while clenching my back teeth together.
I’d been in a piss poor mood since Wonder told me about Misha, but Pierre didn’t make it any better.
The nigga had barely been out of prison a week, and he was messing up already.
As soon as I woke up that morning, one of my employees called me and told me that Pierre hadn’t shown up to a job.
A couple with three kids wanted their belongings moved from a two bedroom home into a four bedroom home.
I projected the job would last at least four hours with only two people, but I was trying to look out for Pierre and not have to split the money so many different ways.
One thing I despised was coming off unprofessional.
Not everybody was comfortable with black people up in their homes moving things.
Especially ones that looked like us. I stressed to my employees the importance of being professional at all times, and that included being punctual.
When I left Misha’s house, I decided to go by the office.
Pierre had the nerve to be in the office waiting on me.
The moment he noticed my glower, his brows furrowed.
“Why you looking like you want to kill somebody?”
“Because I do. How the fuck you just decide not to show up for a job. No phone calls, no text messages nothing. Then you have the balls to be sitting here like shit is all good.” Rather than sitting, I stood in the center of the room glaring at him.
“I dead ass lost track of time, bro. The business is doing well, and I’m proud of you.
You came a long way and accomplished a lot, but by the time bills at the office are paid and everyone else, our share just isn’t enough for me right now.
I copped some work and got caught up moving it.
I made in two hours what it would have taken me two work days to make. ”
“Aight cool.” Walking over to my chair I sat down.
A look of surprise covered Pierre’s face. “That’s it? You not about to trip?”
“Trip for what?” I stared at him, “You’re a grown ass man. Do what you want, but I won’t be assigning you any more j obs.”
“Bro, what the fuck?” He groaned. “Stop being all emotional acting like a female. I lost track of time. It won’t happen again. Plus, I need this job for the check stubs. With the money I’m making, I can have a car and my own crib in the next two or three weeks.”
I had my own shit going on. There were plenty of other things I could use my time and energy on besides Pierre. If he liked risking his freedom, I wasn’t going to tell him to quit. Money made the world go ‘round. I’d always heard money was the root of all evil, and maybe it was.
“I assign jobs to the people that actually want to work. Obviously, you can’t juggle doing what you’re doing and working for me. If you want to be back in the game knock yourself out.”
“Can I still get the check stubs?”
Momentarily, I stared at Pierre. He had to be on something. There was no other explanation for his brains being mush. “Sure.” My tone was laced with attitude, and the word came out clipped and borderline rude.
“Fuck is you mad for? I have a lot of things I need to do. I appreciate you giving me a job. I swear I do but until I get some bread stacked, I gotta do what I gotta do.”
“Do you, G.” That time I simply sounded bored.
Just when I thought I’d be able to chill a bit and help Wonder around the house more, some shit popped off. I liked overseeing things but with Pierre off the team, I’d be working a lot more.
“Bro,” Pierre sighed and shook his head. “When you get over it, I’m here. I know you understand being hungry. I got kids and bills. Making sometimes, $300 in a day if I’m lucky isn’t what I need right now.”
“Fuck you explaining for?” I asked with a frown. “You need money and selling drugs is it. Thank you for letting me know. I won’t waste time putting you on the schedule.”
Pierre was speechless. As he stared at me it dawned on me that he didn’t have a reply.
I didn’t care what he said one way or another anyway.
I knew better than anybody that depending on legal money was scary.
I walked away from fast money on a hope and a prayer.
If Pierre wanted to jump back in the streets, he could do that.
But I wasn’t putting the reputation of my company at risk in order to appease him.
The way everybody was pissing me off, I needed to smoke so got damn bad I felt like a fiend.
We were supposed to be in this shit together, and he was leaving me hanging.
Slowly, Pierre stood. “I’m going to give you some time to cool off. I can still work, Wild. I just can’t be here every day all day. When the money starts calling, I need to be able to go get it.”
“Fuck out my face, G.”
Pierre pushed out a low chuckle, but he didn’t respond with words. Instead, he did as I’d requested and got the fuck out my face.
The next day, Wonder and I were leaving the mall after doing some shopping for the kids, and she reminded me that Nina was having a cookout.
Between working the jobs I would have given to Pierre, dealing with two toddlers at the crib, and still being pissed about what Misha did to my baby, I wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around a bunch of people.
I glanced over at Wonder. Typically, she’d be complaining about being tired or having morning sickness, but she had been good the entire time we were out. “You really want to go to that shit? You don’t need a nap?”
Wonder rolled her eyes. “I just want to pop in, say hi, and get a plate. I’m not turning down the chance to eat grilled hotdogs, hamburgers, and chicken.” Shorty licked her lips like she could taste the food on them. “We can stay for about thirty minutes and leave. Nina knows I get tired easily.”
“Aight,” I sighed.
I didn’t really feel like going, but thirty minutes wasn’t too bad.
“Have you talked to Pierre?” Wonder’s voice cut into my thoughts.
“Nah, not since yesterday. Why?”
I could see Wonder shrug from my peripheral. “Just asking. It’s crazy how he didn’t even call you to let you know he couldn’t do the job. That was inconsiderate. I was hoping he’d come home and be on something different.”
“It is what it is.” I wasn’t about to keep worrying about what Pierre was or wasn’t doing. I had my own shit to sort out.
When I arrived at Nina’s crib, I saw four cars in her driveway and a few more lining the street in front of the house.
The moment I stepped out of the car, the aroma of grilled food wafted into my nostrils.
Rather than going to the door, we walked around to the back of the house where everyone was gathered in the backyard.