Chapter 10 – Wrizzle
Chapter
Ten
WRIZZLE
Iknew that I needed to tell Gutta Barbie the truth about everything.
She didn’t have a clue that everything I told her about getting custody of Wasim was a lie.
The truth was that my girl had killed his mother and despite how I felt about that bitch Latoya, she had people who loved her.
How hard they were going, I knew that there was no way that a judge was going to grant me full custody, so I had taken matters into my own hands and kidnapped him from Latoya’s brother, Blue, and had the nigga Blue body wrapped up in a warehouse that my uncle Dark owned.
My cousin Ricky was on his way down from Arizona.
He was uncle Dark's only son and was soon to touch down on the north side to help me manage the storm that I was sure was about to come.
Shit had been up and stuck for the last eight months, ever since the day Gutta Barbie got arrested.
Every day it seemed like I had to kill a nigga, and today was no different.
I stood in the warehouse looking down at the nigga hogtied in the chair sitting in front of me.
His name was Creeper, and apparently, he was one of the toughest niggas on the East Coast. He got caught slipping like a dumb ass trying to haunt me down and ended up being the nigga that got haunted.
I wanted to find out everything about him and everything that he knew about my family and me.
“Who are you to my son, Wasim?” I looked down at him and questioned.
“That’s my little cousin. Latoya is my big cousin, and your bitch killed her like she didn’t have a family who loved her.”
“Miss me with all the grief nigga. What do you know about my girl and me?” I asked. I wasn’t the least bit interested in his family ties. I wasn’t scared of any nigga in Latoya's bloodline. I couldn't care who this nigga was to her. My job was to protect my son and my girl.
“I know that your bitch is a cold-blooded murderer, and she fucked with the wrong family. I know where you live and where you’ve been keeping my nephew. I also know about you fucking your bitch’s lawyer, Tiffany and how the bitch set your girl up to get some dick with the next nigga-
I blacked out, hitting that nigga with a combo, causing him to fly back into the wall.
I rushed him, stomping his body with my size ten Timberland boots, causing his bitch ass to cry out in agony.
I continued stomping that nigga skull until my tan contructions were covered in blood and he took his last breath.
I had felt violated and wanted to bring that nigga back just to kill his ass again.
“You reacted on impulse; you should’ve gotten some more information out of him.
” My uncle Dark stepped in. I looked down at the body, taking a deep breath while shaking my head.
I wasn’t trying to hear that shit but he was right; I didn’t have enough information to go on.
There was no telling who else knew the information he had or where he had gotten it from.
My emotions had gotten the best of me, and most importantly, my fears of Gutta Barbie finding out the truth of my affair with Tiffany was threatening to come to pass.
I began pacing the warehouse, stressed out of my mind.
Niggas were digging too deep into my lifestyle, and I needed to get full control over this situation before it got to my girl.
My phone vibrating in my pocket snapped me out of my deep thoughts, and looking at the screen and seeing Tiffany's name caused me to get even more angry.
I knew that I needed to figure out a way to end things between the two of us, and soon.
This shit had gone on long enough, and my focus needed to be on my girl and getting things back right between us.
“What up?” I nonchalantly answered the phone. On the inside I was boiling with rage and thinking of a way to take this bitch out. My girl was released so her services were no longer needed.
“Hey, love, I just wanted to let you know that tonight’s the night.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Tonight’s the night for what?” I was confused.
“I have that special gift for you that you’ve been begging me for.” She said to my surprise.
“Oh, word?” I asked in disbelief.
“Word, Baby.” She confirmed with a smile.
“I’ll pull up in a couple of hours.” I finished before ending the call.
“Unc, I need you to handle this body. I got some shit I need to handle,” I said to uncle Dark.
“You need to cut that lawyer bitch off before you lose the realest one on your team.” He spoke up.
I brushed my hands over my face. Every time I met up with him or my father, they were both saying the same thing.
I knew that they were right. I felt like things between Tiffany and me should’ve never begun in the first place, but shit was fucked up.
I was backed against a wall and didn’t feel that I had a choice and now this shit was starting to get out of hand.
“I’ll end things for good tonight. Unc, don’t worry, I got things handled.”
“Mmhmm, sure.” He brushed me off.
My uncle and pops felt like I couldn’t cut things off with Tiffany because I was pussy sprung, but that was far from the truth. Tiffany couldn’t hold a match to my girl, and that was a fact. I was just in a jam and at the time I had felt that was the only way out, but now I regret that decision.
I pulled into Tiffany’s driveway just as the garage door began to open.
I pulled in behind her all-black Porsche, which is where I would normally park.
We have been fucking around for the past 5 months, and up until now, things between us have been discreet and undetected, yet now I was feeling like my every move was being monitored.
I knew I was playing a dangerous game pulling up around here, knowing that Gutta Barbie was home and free, but this was business, nothing personal.
“Babyyy!” Tiffany cheered as soon as I exited my truck. She jumped into my arms, and as bad as I wanted to let that bitch fall on her face, I didn’t. I needed to see this shit through to the finish line, and by any means, until then, I was gonna fake it until I made it.
“Where that nigga at?” I asked, cutting right to the chase.
“Follow me.” She smiled before leading me through the garage door and straight to her basement.
“What the fuck did you do to the nigga?” I was surprised to see the judge who had exploited Gutta Barbie stretched out on the couch with his dress shirt unbuttoned.
Tiffany handed me a pill bottle before laughing out loud by herself. “I drugged the bastard!"
“Good job.” I looked at the time on my Rolex. “How long do you think he’s gonna be out of it?”
“At least another hour. I got this shit from my cousin Pookie, and he said this shit ain’t no joke- very potent and effective.” She bragged.
I knew all about her cousin Pookie’s shady ass. The way his fruity ass was setting these downlow niggas up left and right and drugging them was unheard of. I even knew some straight niggas that wanted him dead for GP.
“I don't have an hour,” I told her before pulling my glock out and killing the judge instantly with a clear shot to his forehead. Tiffany jumped back in shock.
“Don't worry. My homie is gonna come through to clean all this shit up and make this nigga disappear. I turned to walk away and was stopped in my tracks when Tiffany jumped in front of me, blocking me from leaving.
“You’re just gonna leave just like that?” She asked. I looked at her, confused.
“What’s good?” I asked. I wasn’t in the mood for bullshit. I knew I needed to be done with this bitch and faster than a New York minute.
“Damn, what’s going on with you?” She asked me.
“What do you mean, Tiffany?”
“You switched up on me. What’s up with that?” She said, causing me to instantly get aggravated.
“My girl is home, so you know what’s up. I don’t even know why we’re having this conversation right now. You knew what it was from day one. I gave you this dick like you wanted, and you were supposed to make sure my girl got released.” I reminded her.
“I thought what we had was more than a deal.” She said in a low and saddened voice. I went to say something, but she stopped me. “Listen, the problem is fixed. Can you at least lay with me one last time? Please just until I fall asleep, then you can handle this nigga and be on your way.”
I stood there debating looking from her to the body. I knew that it was a bad idea but I also knew that me rejecting her after I just killed a nigga was also a bad idea.
“I got you.” I gave in.
We headed up to her master bedroom, and as soon as we walked into the room, Tiffany got on her knees and pulled my dick out.
I moaned as she swallowed the whole dick before putting my balls in her mouth.
I allowed her to give me some top until I nutted in her mouth.
She tried putting my dick inside of her, but I wasn’t in the mood for all of that.
The only gutta I wanted to be inside of is my girl.
We lay in her bed, and I allowed her to lie on my chest.
“Wrizzle, I have something to tell you.” She said,
“What’s good?”
She leaned over and opened her nightstand drawer.
I sat up, unsure of what this bitch was on.
I grabbed the handle of my glock, ready for whatever.
When she removed a small white stick, my eyes zoomed in, hoping that my mind was playing tricks on me.
My fears were answered when I saw that what she was holding was indeed a pregnancy test.
“I’m pregnant.”
Hearing those words felt like I was in some type of weird-ass dream.
Never in my years did I imagine that the fling between Tiffany and me would result in pregnancy.
I ran my hands over my face, thinking about my girl.
I was certain that this was going to be the final straw in my relationship with Gutta Barbie.
There was no way that she was going to accept me having a child with her lawyer behind her back.
“Please don’t tell me you plan on keeping it.”
“It’s my first child, so of course I am.
I do understand if you don’t want to be involved; of course, it’ll hurt me, but as I said, I have no choice but to respect it.
I knew what I was getting myself involved in because I knew who you belonged to.
Shit just got out of control, and my feelings got involved.
Now we’re sharing a baby, and I would really like for you to be a part of my child’s life the same way you chose to be a part of Wasim’s. ”
Hearing everything she had just said stirred up so many mixed emotions.
I sat there and didn't say another word. Even as Tiffany cried, I just sat there with my own thoughts until eventually she fell asleep. My thoughts were getting the best of me as reality set in even more; there was no coming back from this shit. I stared down at Tiffany as she slept. Grabbing the pillow behind me, I lifted it and placed it over her face. I sat there for a minute staring at her before dropping the pillow to the side. I couldn’t bring myself to murder the mother of my child due to my selfish actions.
She was pregnant with my seed. I knew that going through with something like that would’ve been wrong and something that I wouldn’t be able to live with moving forward.
I took one last look at her before getting out of bed and walking out of the house.
I needed to think of something quick because this shit just wasn’t it.
As soon as I got in the car, my phone rang, and I saw that it was my uncle Dark.
“What’s good, Unc?”
“Niggas hit Ricky up at the airport in Arizona, nephew; he didn’t make it!”
I dropped the phone and sat in the truck motionless.
What the fuck just happened?