Chapter 3 #4
A nigga needed to lay down. With my hand on my hip, I staggered up the steps and dug around my pocket for my keys. Chevy slammed the car door and stomped up the sidewalk arguing with Kitana. “Ledge, why the fuck is she still calling your phone?”
“Because obviously I’m still fucking him, the fuck you think?” Kitana snarled.
“I think when I set eyes on you, bitch, it’s like that!” Chevy was turned all the way up, and I finally found my house key in my pocket so I stepped inside.
She was on my ass, heels clicking angrily against the floors in the entryway.
“Well, you might want to dial that down, sis. Ledge, I sent you an email. Check it out. You and your… baby mama should both be interested. We’ll chat after that. Have a good night’s rest.” The call ended and Chevy turned on me like a rabid ass dog.
She slung my phone toward my head. A nigga was lit, but I still had instincts. I dodged that shit and the phone hit the wall behind me. It hit the floor face first and before I could bend down to get it, Chevy rushed me with her fists balled.
“I fucking hate your lying ass! You a selfish ass dog! Get your shit and get the fuck out!” She shrieked like a fucking madwoman, blows connecting to my torso, forcing me back.
I tripped over my feet and landed against the wall. She caught me slipping and I had to throw my arms up to keep her from connecting to my fucking face. She was pissed the fuck off!
“You know what, I thought we were getting better. I thought you were getting better. And here we are, back with the same bullshit!” The way she was huffing and puffing I thought for sure she was going to fall the fuck out.
Her hair was wild, and she pushed it back angrily before backing off.
Releasing a shaky ass sigh, she shook her head and laughed crazily to herself.
I couldn’t tell what she was about to do next, and when I brought myself steady on my feet, she stared brokenly back at me.
I’d never seen that look in her eye before.
“Just… leave Ledge. Get the fuck out! And don’t come back!” She hollered, mouth tight with anger.
“You buggin’.” I shook my head and adjusted my jacket. “But… fuck it. I’m tired of this shit anyway. Remember who put you on. Who got you out of that government job that you hated so fucking much and now you making more money than you ever would have in that mothafucka.”
“I didn’t need you before, Ledge, and I don’t need you now, nigga.” She tucked her arms across her chest and I finally knelt to pick up my phone.
The screen was cracked like a mothafucka, and I almost smacked her across the fucking face with it.
I had a message from Kitana, so I opened it while heading toward the door.
When the video came up I stopped in my fucking tracks.
Squinting at the phone, I tried to make out what the fuck I was seeing.
Some bitch stripped in a room full of niggas and they threw money at her was she bent over, showing her ass in nothing but a G-string.The arch in her back was familiar, and I angled my head sideways to study it closer.
It was Chevy, but she didn’t look the same.
Her hair was a different color, but it was most definitely her.
A nigga caught whiplash turning on her and getting in her face. She didn’t even see it coming.
“The fuck is this!” A nigga had sobered up quick.
She looked at the phone and watched the video rolling. Eyes wide, she shrank into the doorway of the living room.
“Where did you get that?” Her voice was barely a fucking whisper.
“I asked you a fucking question!” I growled, and she cowered even more.
“That was before I met you,” Chevy tried downplaying her dirt.
“All this fucking time you been hiding who the fuck you really are?”
“Fuck you! I did what I had to do for me at the time. Don’t you fucking judge me, Ledge with all the fucked up shit you be on.” She got buck and stood in my face, wrath still clouding her usually soft facial features. “I was on my own and I was a fucking kid. I did these parties and got paid!”
“Yeah, and what the fuck else you do for some change, Chevy, hmm?” I demanded.
“Get the fuck out! I’m not the one always stepping outside of this relationship.” She clapped back.
I was about to hem her ass up, so I backed off with my hand on my heat, ready to fucking pop off I was so hot.
She really was going around here pretending and fronting about where she came from.
A nigga felt like he had been hoodwinked.
It would have been different if she had kept it a stack with me, but she lied.
She knew almost every fucking thing about me.
“So your feelings hurt because you know I used to strip. Who the fuck cares! You fucking kill people for a living, Ledge. Do I fucking judge you? I keep one thing to myself because the shit didn’t even last long and here you are trying to come at me sideways.
Fuck you and your little bitch! Go be with her and leave me the hell alone!
” She mushed my head back and went to hold the door open.
“If you kept that to yourself what else you keeping, huh, Chevy?” I grilled the fuck out of her and she shot back a matching fiery stare.
“Leave.” She kept her tone even.
I strolled right past her and into the night.
“And here’s your fucking car key!” She screamed, tossing the fob at my head as I walked down the sidewalk.
Before I could even try to avoid being hit, that mothafucka smacked me in the back of my shit.
Turning around, ready to knock her fucking head off, I started toward the front door.
She rushed so fast to close that shit, and I didn’t bother using my key to go back inside.
Fuck her! But I was about to roll up on Kitana to find out where she got the fucking video.
Not too much later, I was pulling into the garage of my penthouse building and parked in my reserved spot.
I was still hot as fish grease when I walked through the door of my place.
Since I’d been staying more with Chevy and the kids, I hadn’t been around this place much.
I slammed the door shut and tossed my keys on a nearby table.
Footsteps padded in my direction and when I looked up, Kitana stood there in some of that Savage Fenty lingerie with a matching lace robe over it.
I eased myself back on the sofa, still trying to cool the fuck off.
I mugged the shit out of her sexy ass when she appeared in front of me.
“The fuck you get that video from?” I commanded, and a sly smirk covered her face.
“A friend of a friend,” she answered, shrugging casually. “Did you enjoy it? She’s got skills, I’ll give her that.” She tried to lower herself down into my lap, and for the first time the shit turned me all the way off.
It took a lot for a nigga like me to not want to get my dick wet, especially when a bitch was serving it up on a pussy platter like she was now.
But my head was fucked up behind this shit.
I really trusted this girl. Yeah, a nigga might have been out here on some foul shit too, but when them tables turned, shit hit different.
I snatched Kitana up by her hair, gripping the shit out of it and reeling her in closer to me.
She grimaced and sucked her teeth while I turned my nose up and locked eyes with her.
“Let me make myself clear here.” I began.
She grinned wickedly and ran her tongue across her lips.
“Ooh daddy, I like it when you rough like that,” she mocked and my grasp tightened.
“This shit is dead. Get your shit and get the fuck out. Don’t come back here.” I instructed, making her face fall flat.
I released her, tossing her aside like trash before I shot to my feet. She reeled with shock and looked up at me in confusion.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” She snapped. “I know you not buggin’ because of that little thottie you call a baby mama. A ho will be a ho, and now you know. You put her on a fucking pedestal and tried to make it like she was better than me. Sorry if the reality check hurt your fucking feelings.”
“Go!” I belted, making her jump from the deep bass in my voice.
“Ledge, baby, you are just upset right now.” She tried to push up on me when she lifted herself from the couch, and I shoved her ass back with a little force behind it.
“I said get the fuck out!” I reiterated.
Her eyes bucked and she looked at me, floored that I had taken such an enraged tone.
“You can’t just… get rid of me.” She muttered, lip quivering as I inched closer to her.
“You want to fucking bet?” I snatched her up with the inner part of my hand clutching her throat, leaving her struggling for air.
She choked and gasped for air, clawing at my hands until I finally released her, dropping her to the floor like a fucking rag doll.
“Get your shit or I drag you the fuck out of here myself.”
“What about my job—”
“Bitch, you ain’t got one. Disappear!” I spat.
A flicker of wrath sparked behind her gaze when she brought herself to her feet.
She went to the back to get her shit and within five minutes stomped out the door.
Seated on the couch, hands clasped together tightly, I was doing my best not to snub that bitch instead of allowing her to skate her ass out of here.
She stopped right before she entered the front entryway.
“You’ll regret this. That bitch is no good for you, Ledge. She’s a fucking gutter snipe. She’s not on your level and never will be. You’ll need me again.” She took slow strides to the front door and let herself out.
I tossed back the glass of Hennessy I’d been nursing and thought about my next move.
Bitches weren’t shit, that was it and that was all.
Maybe it was time to be on my solo, fuck everybody shit.
I couldn’t trust anyone around me to keep shit straight.
I was now questioning every significant relationship I had ever had.