Chapter 33
“How long is this shit supposed to take?” I asked as I looked at the glass jar.
I went to see a witch about a love spell to draw Law to me. Yea, I’ve never been desperate for a man before in my life, but I overheard someone talking about it while I was at the gym and was intrigued to see if the shit would work. So far, it hasn’t worked.
I looked over at the other object I had made for Summer and wondered whether it was working for her.
I can honestly say that men make you do some strange things.
It wasn’t that I loved Law. It was just I wanted him more than he wanted me.
I wanted him to beg me for sex. Beg me just to be around him and crawl to me whenever I called.
This was my first time going to this extreme for a nigga’s attention.
He blocked me from his phone, I couldn’t go to his gambling house anymore, and his mama called and told me that she only dealing with me on a business level.
I was being shut out. Before we slept together, we would run into each other all the time.
We flirt, and I keep it moving. Law was a faithful nigga and it was cute but I was used to having what I wanted.
The sound of a car door closing made me hide my shit in the closet.
I forgot that Trey was stopping by on his way to work.
Trey was really stepping up and paying me back all the money that I gave him to get back on his feet.
I started to be a little nicer to him because he was always there when I called him.
I opened the door for him before he could ring the doorbell.
“What’s going on with you?” I smiled at him and stepped aside to let him in.
“Nothing, I stopped by to see if you needed anything and to drop your money off. I think this is the last of what I owe you.”
“We even. You just keep it for the baby.”
“What done came over you? You’re never this nice. Got a new nigga or something?” Trey walked in and looked around.
“Nope! No niggas. Why can’t I be nice without you or daddy thinking it’s a nigga.”
“Because you’re never nice. But I appreciate the shit though because having my daughter at the house has added to my expenses. If it wasn’t for my mama, I don’t know what I would do about a babysitter.”
“Have you talked to her mama?”
“I tried but her nigga won’t let her talk on the phone. I said I was going to stop by her crib so she could at least see our daughter.”
“Look at my brother being mature and shit. I’m glad you got your shit together.”
“Shit, the way you made a nigga feel while I was here made me get the hell out of here. I hope you never talk to your husband like that.”
“I’m not wife material. Niggas ain’t shit.”
“I don’t know what nigga hurt you but it’s some solid niggas out there.”
“Nigga, you need to be the last one talking to me about being solid. Wasn’t you just laid up with your old bitch?”
“Yep, the same bitch that’s sticking by her nigga side that you were sucking and fucking.”
I nervously giggled. Trey wasn’t dumb and Savannah saw Law and I together a few times before he got back with Summer.
“Yea, you didn’t think I knew about that. You a fool if you think you’ll ever add up to Summer. She a real one, and I fucked that up big time. Leave they shit alone before someone gets hurt.”
“Why is everybody coming for me. Tell him that shit.”
“Nah, I’m telling your ass because you’re my sister and I’ve seen how you move.
If that nigga comes at you, you got the power to walk the fuck away.
You never had anybody talk to your ass like this, but I’m dead ass serious about this shit.
I know Summer better than her nigga does. She’ll hurt you if she has to.”
“Okay, Trey! You can let yourself out so I can go on about my day. I do have businesses to run.”
“That’s why you’ll never have a nigga. You a money hungry bitch,” he said before slamming my door.
I sat behind my tint waiting for Heavy’s wife to leave the house with their child.
Her ass was sitting phat in a pair of ripped-up jeans.
She had her Gucci slides on with a big pair of shades.
As she loaded her child up in the all-black Escalade, I watched Heavy look around until he noticed me parked across the street.
We made eye contact before he focused back on his family.
I waited until he texted me before I exited out of my car with nothing on under my long jacket.
It’s what Heavy preferred. It was supposed to be quick.
This was my first time at his house he shared with his wife.
We usually met up at his apartment but he said he needs some excitement in his life.
He had just argued with his wife and she was going to spend some time with her mama to give them some space.
This is what my life had become. At first, it was nice, but as Heavy placed kisses all over my neck as he unbuttoned my jacket, I understood that I wanted more.
I wanted Law, and he didn’t want me. My mind was not here; it was on Law and the jar that I hid in my closet.
As soon as I left here, I was going back to that bitch that made that jar and tell her the shit wasn’t working fast enough.
“Shit!” Heavy said as he pushed me towards a closet.
“What the fuck you doing.”
“Bitch shut the fuck up and get your ass in the closet. Don’t say shit.”
I was daydreaming so bad that I didn’t hear his wife pull back up. This nigga had me in a small ass closet towel closet in their bathroom. I was Pinkie Rose. I don’t hide from anyone. The sound of her voice calling his name slowed my breathing down.
“You didn’t hear your phone? I called you,” his wife said.
“Shit, I was in the bathroom. I didn’t hear it.”
“I left my purse.”
There was silence for a brief moment before I heard a big thud.
“Who fucking shoes are these?”
“I don’t know. They ain’t yours?”
“Nigga, you know damn well my foot ain’t this big. What big foot bitch you got in my house?”
“Ain’t nobody in here.”
“Tell that bigfoot bitch to come out of hiding, Heavy.”
“Ain’t nobody here.”
“Heavy, I’m going to count to five, and that bitch better come on out here and face me. If she’s brave enough to come in my shit, she should be brave enough to face me.”
I had had enough, I walked out of the closet and into their bedroom with my flat stomach and perky breasts showing from my jacket.
“Here I am bitch!” I taunted.
She laughed, “This bitch?”
“Yep, this bitch. I told you I’m not the problem, it’s your nigga. I don’t want him, he wants me.”
“Bitch don’t lie on me,” Heavy stated.
“Nigga, tell your wife the truth. Tell her how you’re tired of fucking her because she won’t let you put it in her ass. Tell her so you can stop calling my phone with all that crying shit.”
His wife’s face changed. She went from being pissed off with me too embarrassed from the shit I was telling her.
“You telling this hoe our business?”
“Baby, this hoe lying.”
“I’m lying? How do I know about her little female problem after giving birth to your kids?
She couldn’t fuck you for a good little minute because her pussy was fucked up, right?
She had a bacterial problem and all.” I stated.
“Bitch who you think been keeping him satisfied? You should thank me hoe.”
“Pinkie get the fuck out of my house before I beat the fuck out of you,” Heavy threatened. Shit he wasn’t hurting my feelings, I didn’t want to be here anyway. He forced me. Heavy had some dirt on me that could get my club shut down so I kept fucking with him so he wouldn’t run his mouth.
“You need to get your ass out too,” his wife said. “Go with that hoe and I’ll see your ass in court. Oh, and you too bitch.”