13. Kenya
I have always been a woman looking for my next come up.
It was in my blood. My father was a conniving piece of shit, and so were my brothers but I loved them, and my loyalty will always be with them.
I’d known about Juelz way before the night I met him at a house party.
My father was married to his mother, and when he found out they were not his kids, he was pissed and left their asses high and dry.
He lost it when he found out that his so-called son Juelz was making moves in the streets with his real father Mone.
Ziek Kassom and my brothers had it out for Juelz and Zelan Kassom.
My father, Ziek, was married and had another family out in Queens.
My mother played her part, though, and Ziek kept her laced.
She was a true gold digger that only gave a fuck about herself.
I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, because I was the same way.
I was a beautiful girl and because of my beauty, I was able to get what I wanted, when I wanted it.
I had a thing for D- Boys and Juelz was making some big moves.
Meeting him was not by accident. My father wanted to take him down and if that is what he wanted, that is what we would get.
My phone ringing bought me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Why didn’t you tell me the nigga was coming to Cali?” the person on the other end said.
“I didn’t know he was going there. Why does it matter? He doesn’t know that she is there,” I responded.
“Oh, sister. It does fuckin’ matter because he’s with her right now!” He said.
“How the fuck is that, when he never knew where she was, idiot!” I yelled into the phone because my brother was supposed to be watching this bitch.
“Kenya, calm all that shit down. You fucked up, and now you will have to find a way to fix it. He knows where she is and is with her now. He also knows that she is pregnant! Fix it!” He yelled and ended the call.
Ugggghhhhh I screamed, throwing my phone on the bed. This shit was becoming a fucking headache, and I wish that we could just kill their asses and end this bullshit.
“Hey baby, why are you screaming?” Xavier said as he came walking out of the bathroom.
“I’m just so tired of this Juelz shit! Why don’t we just kill them, so we can move on and live rich and happy?” I said pouting.
“Kenya, I want him dead just as much as you do. Ever since I’ve known that nigga, he has always been about himself.
Flashing his money all over the place, bitches flocking to him like the nigga was God.
I hate every inch of that nigga. Once he got with Mone, he changed and just said fuck his friends.
From that moment, I was out for get back.
But we got to play this smart baby, he will get what’s coming to him,” X spat angrily.
“You said yourself that he did pay for you to go to law school. So, he did help you, just not the way you wanted help. I understand, though. He killed my Dad, and brother Mike, and for that, he and his family will pay,” I said, kissing him on his soft lips.
“Whatever fuck that nigga. I’m still pissed at you for marrying that nigga, when your ass is already married. What the hell were you thinking by doing that foolish shit?” Xavier yelled.
“Baby, I told you, so he would trust me, and leave me everything he owns. If we were married on paper, and I had full custody of Kari we would be set for life. I know what I’m doing Xavier, we both know the marriage is not real, so let’s just ride it out,” I responded.
I loved me some Xavier, I mean, I truly loved X.
I never loved Juelz, it was all about the money for me, and when we came up with the plot to have me kidnapped, I was all in for that shit.
I was tired of living with his ass anyway; getting pregnant was not a part of the plan.
I didn’t want children, so leaving Kari behind was fine by me.
We had the shit planned out perfectly, even if for some reason he spotted me, and unfortunately, he did and now we had to move on with our plan B, and C.
“Let’s just have a good night, and we will come up with a plan to end this shit later, alright?” Xavier spoke as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
“Alright, he is not due to come back for a few days. Let’s enjoy his house, bed, and money while he is gone,” I responded. Juelz was going to pay, and I can’t wait for the day to look him in his face, to let him know all the shit he thought was real, was all for the love of his money.