Chapter 25 – Gutta Barbie
Chapter
Twenty-Five
MEANWHILE IN JAMAICA
GUTTA BARBIE
We had brought a lot of attention onto ourselves by not attending Wrizzles' or Lil Insane's funeral. I had Wrizzles’ parents blowing up my phone, and all his cousins from Az were blowing up my line, raising hell.
Holly was catching the same hell from Lil Insane's mom, dad, and his sister Lala, but to be honest, both of us were unbothered. Our men had taken us on a much-needed vacation to Jamaica, and we had our feet kicked up, sipping on Pina coladas, like there wasn’t a care in the world.
“This view is beautiful,” Holly said, snapping pictures of the floating pool.
“Yes, I’m going to be so sad when we have to leave.” I pouted.
This was like a dream come true. I’ve been trying to get Wrizzle ass to take me to Jamaica for years, but it never happened.
Now here I was living my dream life with the finest man in the world, and I couldn’t ask for anything better.
Being here made me look back on the day I tried to kill myself and realize it wasn’t worth it.
I had felt like my life was over at the time, but War was showing me every day that was never the case.
“How are you feeling, Queen?” War asked, walking over to where I was lying down by the pool. He sat down beside me, rubbing my small baby bump.
“I’m good. Feeling amazing right now.” I smiled.
“Good.” He leaned over, kissing me.
We have yet to be sexually active, but we were still together, falling more for each other every day.
As bad as I wanted him, the night I killed Wrizzle was a constant flashback that I couldn’t seem to forget.
War was patient, wanting to wait until after I had the baby before we had sex with each other, which I understood and appreciated his patience with me.
He had been amazing during this whole process, and I was thankful that he was a part of my life.
“What’s good? Y'all trying to hit the strip and go shopping?” Hitman asked.
That was all Holly, and I needed to hear to get us up on our feet.
The pool was nice, and so was the entire resort.
We had rented a bungalow in Montego Bay, but there was nothing better than shopping, which was every woman’s best friend.
“This is Hood Brat calling; hold up, babe,” Hitman said to Holly.
We both looked at each other, concerned, while eavesdropping on the conversation. Hood Brat calling Hitman while we were vacationing let me know that something was going on.
“What’s good, sis?” Hitman asked, answering the phone. “Wait, slow down. He’s with you right now?”
By this time, both Holly and I were hanging on to every single word. Shit, even War had stopped what he was doing and was all ears.
“Y'all at Dirty D’s, right? Where’s the body?”
“Body,” I repeated, holding onto my chest. I began getting frantic. War caressed my shoulders, whispering for me to relax and breathe. I began to take deep breaths.
“Hold on real quick, sis,” Hitman said, lowering the phone.
He nodded for War to come over so that they could talk.
I didn’t like all the whispering shit, but I knew they were trying to protect us; the less we knew, the better.
When they were done talking, War took the phone from Hitman and asked Hood Brat to put Lil Rude on the phone.
I listened in anticipation, but I was happy to know that both Hood Brat and Lil Rude were good, but it only lets me know something else went down.
“What’s popping?” War spoke through the phone.
I hung onto every word as he began giving Lil Rude instructions before promising to call him back. He pulled out his phone and made a call to his homie Dumpa. That’s when my suspicion was confirmed: something had gone down at Dirty D’s.
When War was finished, calling Hood Brat and Lil Rude back, I wasted no time asking if everything was good with Hood Brat.
He filled me in on the details, telling me that Lil Rude's wife tried to stab Hood Brat, so Lil Rude shot his wife dead, and her body was lying in the middle of my club.
I was shocked to hear about Lil Rudes' drama because he and Hood Brat were the ones who had the least drama between my friends and me.
As much as I was loving Jamaica, I knew that we were going to have to end the trip early so that I could get back to the States to make sure my friends were straight.
Something was telling me that this was only the beginning of the drama that was stewing between them.
They had gone from planning their wedding to being in the middle of an all-out war.