1. Juelz #2
“Ju, I know this is hard to hear, bruh, but it’s the truth.
I would have told you earlier, but we had shit to handle with Ari and Kari.
Now X has gone back to Belize, and I need you to sit on this.
Make sure when you handle this shit, that I’m there and he is here in New York.
Let them get comfortable, I promise you will find everything you need to know.
I guess it’s a good thing you got cameras all over the house, I’m sure most of what we needed to know is on those fucking tapes.
I know you and X have been friends since we were young bulls, hell I was even hanging with y’all.
But now we have to ask ourselves, do we really know Xavier?
We only knew his mom, now that I think about it.
We have never met anyone else in his family.
You have to ask yourself who this nigga really is.
It’s odd to not have a cousin, an aunt or something.
Shit, while we talking about it, the same goes for that bitch Kenya,” Zel stated.
“Bruh, I’m gone kill that nigga! On God, he’s a dead man walking!
I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to sit on this Z.
I’ll do my best, but I can’t stay in the same house with her ass.
I got to get out of here, I will check in with you later,” I spoke getting out of my chair to leave, I couldn’t believe this shit!
“Okay bro, remember, sit on this information and play your cards right! Zel stated and I nodded at him, leaving the room and Jeff followed me out.
“Jeff, take me to my penthouse please,” I told him as we got downstairs and into my car.
I was sure Ciera was there, and I would have to deal with whatever she was going to give me. I know I had talk to her, and I was ready; I just needed to see her in this moment. I fucked up a good thing, trying to please a conniving bitch!
Once we pulled up to my penthouse, I headed straight up. When I got inside it seemed quiet. I went up to the master bedroom, and Ci wasn’t in the room. I decided to look through the house, and there was still no sign of Ciera, so I went back into the master bedroom.
The dresser still had items on it, but not as many as it normally did.
I pulled out a drawer and saw that it was empty.
My heart dropped when I walked over to her closet and all her shit was gone.
Picking my phone up, I dialed her number but got no answer.
I dialed Ari’s number next to see if she knew where her sister was.
"Hey, Juelz, what's up?” Ari asked answering her phone.
“Ari, where is Ciera? All her shit is gone from the penthouse.”
“Juelz, do you know what you are asking? After the shit you did to her did you expect her to still stay there?” she yelled.
“Ari, where did your sister go?” I asked more aggressively. Hell yeah, I expected her to fucking stay here. I would have signed this place over to her in a heartbeat if I thought that she needed some kind of assurance.
“Juelz, Ciera left, she needed some time. She said she came to talk to you and found that you had married your bitch! So, guess what? Don’t worry about Ci, she will be fine. Don’t look for her either, because she is not in New York. She fucking left!” Ari yelled and ended the call.
Ari had every right to be upset with me. Hell, I was fucking livid with my damn self. Despite my major fuck up, I still needed to find Ciera, so I decided to call one more person.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” Ma Lai answered on the first ring.
“Ma, I’m at the penthouse. Ciera is not here, and I need to find her,” I spoke, and she burst out laughing.
“Boy you too fine and rich to be so damn dumb! Why in the hell would you think Ciera was going to be there? Ohhhh, you one of them nigga’s that think you can step on a woman, and she still gon’ be there riding for you, huh?
If you ask me, she took an easy on yo ass.
I would’ve slid on you too. Understand this, you can’t walk all over a woman and think they gonna be there waiting for you with open arms and be your side piece.
My girl is never to be anybody’s side chick.
She’s hurt and trying to pick up the pieces of her life.
What you thought that she was gon’ be one of them ones, that would lay up with you while you go home to that skunk face lookin’ ass girl?
” Ma Lai questioned, and I sighed. I felt like shit, because Ci didn’t deserve any of this shit and I knew it.
I never wanted to hurt her, I swear I didn’t.
“No, Ma. I know I fucked up. But I need to explain why I did what I did.”
“Juelz, I don’t give a damn why you did what you did!
You hurt my granddaughter; she loved you, and you just said fuck her!
Well, now she's saying fuck you. You know I love you, son. But you fucked up. Let Ciera have this time, maybe she will forgive you, or maybe she won’t!
I only have one hope—that she’s out there swinging from the chandelier with her a new nigga.
I hope he got her ass between the washer and dryer, given her the business.
Cause I know you over there giving it to that donkey you call a wife.
Now I gotta go, cause you done stressed me out and now I need to get high.
Just know yo ass ain’t getting’ no information from me!
Lai ain’t no damn snitch,” she laughed, ending the call.
Fuckkk! Hearing her say that Ciera might have another man damn near crippled me. I’ma kill that nigga, and I put that on my mama.