Chapter 8 Rowdy #2
She ended up watching what she wanted anyway.
I had been in a few relationships, but none was ever like this.
Shit got real serious, real fast, between us.
When it came to Harmoni, I was a simp ass nigga.
I had never bought roses or planned trips for any other woman.
The most a female got out of me was some dick.
I didn’t even have time for they ass. I just wanted to protect Harmoni and give her the world, especially after hearing how bad she’d been treated.
We ate and went back to sleep. I guessed we both needed rest because we couldn’t stay awake for long. At around ten in the morning, I was awakened by the doorbell ringing. I rolled out of bed and rushed to the front, trying to get the door before Moni woke up.
“Good looking out, cousin,” I told Dimeo as I grabbed my bag from her hand and let her inside.
“Don’t mention it. I can’t stay. I have a mic check in a few.”
“That’s what’s up. I appreciate you for real. I want to ask you a question, though.”
“What’s up?” she asked.
“What do you know about Harmoni’s ex? She won’t tell me nothing.”
“I’ve never seen him, and we never talked about our personal business. It’s always on some hair and music shit. I can ask around, though. You know her salon is messy. All I gotta do is ask, and they gon’ run it like Chris Brown,” Dimeo joked.
I told her to let me know what she found out.
After my cousin left, I went into Harmoni’s room and started placing my things in her dresser and hanging up the rest in the closet.
Then, I went into the bathroom to wash my face and hit my grill up.
As I was putting the toothpaste on my brush, I felt Moni’s arms around my waist. I turned around and pulled her into a hug, then I kissed her forehead.
Every time I saw her, I fell deeper. It was something about her that was so lovable.
We handled our hygiene together and then spent the day laid up.
For the next two weeks, we stayed by each other’s side, only leaving the house to run errands on occasion.
We caught up on shows, and for the most part, we just laid up.
Harmoni was constantly getting sick, but she blamed it on her medicine.
She was tired and fatigued a lot. I would sometimes cook for her, and she complained about smells that she used to love.
If I didn’t know any better, I would think her ass was pregnant, but she insisted it wasn’t that.
“Baby, I gotta handle business today, but I’ll be back tonight.
Since you won’t let me come to your appointment, just let me know what the doctor says about you going back to work.
You are back to your normal self now. I hate for you to be sad and just sitting in the house,” I said as I picked her up and placed her on the sink in front of me.
“You don’t gotta hold my hand every day, baby. I can take myself to my appointment. You have other things you need to handle. You put your life on hold to be over here with me, and I love that. Now it’s time for us both to get back to reality and handling our business.”
“I know, bae. I just wanna be there to protect you all day, every day, but I know that’s not possible.
This weekend, I wanna take you to the gun range because I don’t need you ever feeling like you gotta get your hands dirty with these raggedy ass hoes.
You're too pretty to be fighting and getting your face touched. All you gotta do is aim and pull, or if you feeling really gangsta, you can pistol whip a bitch to sleep,” I said.
“Yeah, I would love that, baby. I really don’t need to be tussling with these bitches.”
Harmoni was so beautiful and humble. She had everything going for her, but she never boasted; she was just appreciative of life.
She was in a position where she didn’t have to work if she didn’t want to, but getting back to work was the only thing on her mind.
I spoiled Harmoni, but if I didn’t, she would still get it herself.
She was just a breath of fresh air and every hood nigga’s dream.
We parted ways after brunch, and I headed to my main spot in Duncanville.
I let Trell know I was outside. He greeted me and said he had some info that would be helpful for solving the problem I’d been having.
He told me that business had been good for the past two weeks, and he kept everything in line.
I took a seat so he could tell me what he knew.
“So, when I type this nigga’s name in on social media, he don’t have a Facebook, IG, Twitter, or none of that shit, and that’s to be expected.
On Facebook, when I go to his tagged post or anything with his first and last name, I see a chick posting a baby all the time whose name is Jakari Jones Jr., right?
Then I go to her pictures and see that she has posted that nigga and her baby together a few times.
So, BINGO, I done found this nigga baby moms and his only son. ”
“Damn, Inspector Gadget ass nigga! That’s what the fuck I’m talking ’bout. You know how niggas feel about their baby moms and their Juniors. Are they still together?”
“I really can’t tell, but from her page, it looks like she really love that nigga. That hoe a bop, too, though. She posts her every move, so she definitely won’t be hard to get to.”
I was putting a plan in motion to end this shit once and for all. Now that I knew where Jakari’s heart was, I was about to rip that bitch out. The last thing I wanted a nigga to think was that they could take something from me and live to enjoy it. I was gon’ have to make an example.