23. Nia
Chapter Twenty-Three
NIA
One month later
Looking at myself in the mirror I smiled, I was officially plotting a way to get my man back.
I examined my five foot six, slim-thick frame and blew myself a kiss in the mirror.
I missed Praise more than anything now, and I was determined to get his ass back by any means necessary.
I touched down in Vegas a week ago and just by searching Praise name, I was able to locate multiple businesses he owned and frequently visited.
Call me crazy, but Praise Kentrell Brownston was my man.
He belonged to me. After dealing with Laquanna’s crazy ass for far too long, I got her out of my system and bounced.
I wished I would have left her in the past and just moved along with my life how I planned.
She was overly obsessed with the nigga and that sick obsession turned into a game that end up getting innocent people hurt.
After her plans kept falling through, I gave up on her and ditched her ass like the bad habits she had.
I was better off being with Praise. Even though he was a dog, he gave me stability.
Something Laquanna’s ass couldn’t give to save her life, with her was constant drama and confusion.
I had mad love for her, but a bad bitch like myself needed stability.
Messing around with girls was a phase I end up going through when I was young.
Laquanna was my first real relationship before I even thought about me and Praise becoming an item.
She turned me out and I was hooked. I confused lust with love and end up making her my girlfriend until she got real possessive over me.
Once I dumped her, we kept in contact every now and then.
Praise and I would go weeks without fucking or even seeing each other.
So, in my mind, it wasn’t called cheating if I got good head from a woman every now and then during our relationship.
I was deeply in love with Praise up until Laquanna’s conniving ass tracked him down and started fucking him behind my back.
When she got pregnant, it put the icing on the cake.
I wanted to crush him like he crushed me.
Funny thing is that the whole time I’m slipping and sliding with Laquanna, she was slipping and sliding on my man.
So, she was getting the best of both worlds.
They both had hurt me. Praise hurt me more because I felt like I was truly dedicated to that nigga.
When I approached Laquanna about the whole thing, she played dumb and was real convincing that she had no clue Praise was the nigga who I had fallen in love with.
I started snorting cocaine with her, she became my shoulder to cry on.
We came up with plan after plan and in between that time, I found out that she was fucking on Michael.
She was all screwed up, but at the time I paid that shit no mind and chunked it up as her being a freak nasty bitch.
I was tired of all the women that Praise was giving dick to.
He loved me in his own twisted ass way, though.
The more shit he did, it pushed me to be more confident with leaving his ass for good.
I would observe him when he was around me, and somethings would seem off about him.
It was almost as if he was hiding things from me.
I would hear him talking to himself and just ignored it, thinking he was just high out of his mind.
It started feeling like I wasn’t in tune with my man.
I couldn’t keep a baby to save my life, I kept blaming the shit on Praise when the truth was, I couldn’t carry a baby full term.
I went to doctor after doctor spending a big amount of money to see what the problem was, and they all kept saying the same thing.
I had an incompetent cervix, and it turned me bitter.
I wanted kids, I wanted to get married and have a happily ever after.
Not being able to produce, made me feel less of a woman.
Praise was selfish and I knew that walking away from him still wouldn’t give me full freedom.
Back then, I wanted to take back my life.
I wanted to live life drama and stress free without the burden of Praise or anybody for that matter.
I went along with the plan. I didn’t realize I was getting myself wrapped up into a whole other love triangle.
Laquanna was freaky, very nasty when it came to sex.
She enjoyed watching men fucking each other and then fucking on her.
She liked to watch other girls giving me head and everything else under the sun.
Quanna got me into loving that shit too, it was mind blowing.
I enjoyed the feel of a woman’s touch and how another woman understood my body language.
They knew how to lick, the amount of pressure to add, when to stop and how to be emotionally connected to you on the same level.
I couldn’t live that way, then tell Praise without him killing me and all parties involved.
Praise was in love with me, and deep down, Laquanna was jealous of that.
She thought she could get Praise to love her like he loved me.
Me faking my death only made things worse for him and moving on up until I found out he start falling for the next bitch.
My whole plan was void, it backfired terribly.
At this point, we were going into circles trying to get a one up on him through Michael’s bitch ass.
Nothing seemed to work. Laquanna was high out of her mind most of the time, so when she presented the idea of us coming clean and trying to convince Praise to be in a three-way relationship with us, I start planning right away how to get detached from her.
I wasted time with her dumb ass, and because of that I started to use her and everybody else on a solid way to get paid.
Robbing Praise was wrong, but I had to survive without bringing attention to myself.
Now I was sober and thinking of ways to approach him since he knew I was alive.
If I still had any type of pull on him, I would be successful at finally getting my man back and putting all this crazy shit behind us.
Putting on clear lip stick, I pulled the black hoody over my head then put a snap back NYC fitted cap on.
I was dressed down like a stud, only to keep the radar off of me.
I knew I was playing with fire. Since I got back out here, I start watching Praise first, then it led me to his so-called bitch.
Watching him love on her from afar in public drove me insane.
I didn’t understand what it was about her that even turned him on.
She was hideous as fuck. Out of shape, big as a house, she was dark skin, where I was high yellow.
We were the total opposites. I knew like hell it wouldn’t be hard at all to get her ass away from my man.
First, I needed to get him and have a talk with him in the public eye.
Praise was ruthless and smart at the same time.
He would never kill me right in public without thinking about how legit he was trying to become.
The more I watched him, the more I craved to be right back in his arms.
I hopped into my brand-new Benz coupe and let the top down.
I loved Vegas and couldn’t wait to start dressing like the bad bitch I was.
I planned on spending the next couple of weeks out here clocking his every move.
I had a plan B, a plan C, and D in case things didn’t go my way.
If Praise didn’t want to playthings my way, I would leave him no other choice.
I had already got this Kayori chick’s full resume from Michael.
He even admitted to killing her brother, Malcom, due to him owing Praise money.
Praise didn’t order the hit, but Michael did it without anyone knowing.
He said Malcom pleaded for his life, showing him a picture of Kayori’s fat ass.
Telling him that he was all she had left and how their mom died.
Malcom was simply trying to make ends meet to feed and provide for her fat ass and Teflon killed his ass with no remorse.
If I had to get in Kayori’s ear and make it seem like Praise was the cause of that, I would.
Like I said, I didn’t plan to stop at nothing to get my man back.
I knew for a fact there was no way Kayori would still lay up with a man who supposedly killed her brother.
Shit was going to play out how I needed it to or everything was going to go left.
If I couldn’t redeem myself, nobody would live their lives in peace when mines got snatched from me.