Chapter Twelve #2
“I don’t do threats, sweetie, I do promises. And you’re smiling now, but I promise you gon’ wish you would’ve died in that car crash, bitch,” I blew her a kiss and took a step away from the table. “Enjoy that lil’ rent ‘cause that’s the last thing you ever gon’ get outta that nigga.”
Pushing my Chanel sunglasses on my face, I walked out of the café with my head held high, but my insides were boiling.
With the way I was feeling, I could kill Xy with my bare hands.
Getting behind the wheel of his Santorini black Ranger Rover Autobiography, I pushed damn near eighty to the penthouse where I knew he was.
He had been conducting his street business out of that place for as long as I could remember. I’m sure he fucked bitches there, too.
By the time I reached the penthouse, my blood was still on fire. Blow opened the door and instantly caught the storm brewing in my face. “Dreka? You good?”
“Where he at?” I asked, brushing past him.
“Office, but—”
I didn’t wanna hear shit he had to say. Padding down the hall at a quick pace, I pushed the door open and found him and Jah in there talking.
Both of their eyes shot over to me, halting their conversation.
The tension in the room was thick, and I was two seconds away from taking my stiletto off and stabbing Xy in the eye with it.
“Ima head out,” Jah stood up, not wanting to be involved with the battle that was about to pop off.
Still, I said nothing as he eased out of the office, closing the door behind him. My heart was beating erratically while that nigga was sitting there cooler than a damn fan.
“What’s the matter, Angel?” He put his phone down, giving me his undivided attention.
Going inside of my purse, I snatched the documents out and threw them as hard as I could in his face.
“You’re a gahdamn fuck up, that’s what’s the matter, Xyleek!
You sit in my face, telling me I’m the only one, and that’s a bunch of bullshit!
Since when the fuck did you start paying bills for bitches? !”
That’s the part that hurt the most. If he was paying Gabriae’s bills, that meant he felt something for her that he didn’t feel for all the other women.
He tricked off, did his lil’ one two, but it was never a consistent thing.
The fact that he had been consistently tricking off on that goofy hoe was what made me nauseous.
I watched as he unfolded the paper and thumbed through them.
Guilt flashed across his face along with something else that was undetectable.
He didn’t look surprised though, which told me the documents were legit.
“Where did you even get this?” His tone was calm as he tossed the papers on his desk like it didn’t mean shit to him.
I squinted at him in disbelief. “I pulled them outta my ass, Xyleek! The fuck do you think I got them from?”
When he remained quiet, I dropped my purse in the chair, walked around his desk, and started swinging on his ass. Xy already knew how I gave it up when I caught him in some shit, so I don’t know why he thought it’d be a good idea to stay seated.
“Dreka, chill the fuck out!” He barked loudly enough for Beavis and Butthead to come rushing back into the room. As fast as they got there, them niggas had to be standing outside the room eavesdropping.
“Don’t touch her,” Xy roughly snapped the moment they moved towards me.
I spun around towards them, wishing I had a damn gun in my hands. “I wish the fuck either of y’all would! I’ll beat the dog shit out of all three of y’all! Get the fuck out!” I screamed at them.
They glanced at X, and he nodded once so they stepped right back out. Turning back to face him, the tears collected in my eyes before I had a chance to stop them.
“You promised this time was different, Xyleek!” My voice cracked with the weight of my emotions.
“You sat with her in the fuckin’ hospital?
So you lied about your mom? You had your mother lie to my gahdamn face?
” I spewed question after question, but he just looked at me like he was tryna decide if he was gon’ lie or tell the truth.
“ANSWER ME!” I shouted so loud the entire building probably shook.
“Can you let me explain the situation?” His voice was steady and calm, an indicator that he wasn’t about to lie.
“Start…talking!”
He took a slow breath, squaring his shoulders with his eyes fixed on me.
“I did lie, but I never sat with her in the hospital, Angel. I went to see her once while she was there and that was to let her know she was on bullshit and to leave me alone. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how to tell you that without it sounding like more than what it was.
Because of my past fuck ups, I knew you wouldn’t believe me off the rip,” he calmly explained, his tone heavy with guilt.
“I didn’t wanna give you a reason to think I was fuckin’ around on you, because I wasn’t.
Did I pay her bills? Yes, I did that. I’ve been knowing her for three years, and she’s always held it down as far as the media was concerned.
Paying her bills was her reward for that.
When I broke it off with her because you and me were getting back together, I did agree to pay her rent up for the rest of the year.
I haven’t had any communication with her since then, and I can admit that I clearly underestimated the lengths she’d go to get my attention.
Gab was always chill as hell, so I’d never guess she would do some shit like this. ”
I folded my arms tight across my chest, trying to keep myself together even though I was falling apart on the inside.
“You didn’t think I deserved to know that shit from you?
Instead, I get ambushed by this bitch ‘cause she faking like she some reporter that wants to hear my side of things. Whole time it’s yo bitch. ”
“She’s not nor has she ever been my bitch, Angel, don’t say that.
I just told you why I fucked with her, but I put an end to it the second I knew we were back together.
I meant that I was doing shit different this time around.
I didn’t lie about that, but I did lie, and for that, I apologize. I thought lying would protect you.”
“That’s your fuckin’ problem, Xy. You think you can control every gahdamn thing!
You lie to protect me, to protect yourself, to keep the fuckin’ peace, but all you ever do is make shit worse.
You brought your mother into this bullshit.
Do you know how mental you have to be to have your mom fake a medical emergency just to cover up the fact that your bitch was really the one calling? ”
He got in my face, his jaw muscles flexing. “I just said, she’s not my bitch! Stop fuckin’ playing with me, Drek.”
“She has to be for her to have you listed as her next of kin. So fine. You win, this time, Xyleek. Go be with that bitch. Have some ugly ass babies with her,” I snatched my purse out of the chair.
He grabbed me before I could leave. “You don’t mean that shit. I don’t want her. I only want you, Drek, how many times I gotta tell you that?”
“Your mouth is saying you only want me, but your bank account says you got a home there with that hoe,” I jerked away before slapping him across the face and storming out.
Just as I suspected, Blow and Jah were standing right outside the door. If I was really on that, I would’ve slapped their stupid asses, too.
“And don’t tell Makenna about this!” I yelled over my shoulder at Jah.
“I won’t,” he called after me.
My feelings were beyond hurt that I’d bought into Xy’s shit again.
Granted, I knew he was telling the truth, but I wished he would’ve told the truth when I needed it.
Not when he got caught and was forced to do so.
After I stopped sharing my location with him, I got back in his car and pulled away from the building.
I had half a mind to drive his car into the damn ocean, but that thought came and went.
Nah, I was gon’ keep this muthafucka and have a lil’ road trip.
I still had his bank card too, so I was gon’ take a nice chunk of change out of his account and then get ghost. First stop was Rae’s crib because I was gon’ take her with me.
She always knew how to get me into good trouble, and that was exactly what I needed.