Chapter 4 Rowdy #2
I woke up to breakfast in bed. Harmoni had made heart shaped waffles with chicken strips.
She had also cut up some strawberries and made me a glass of orange juice.
After placing the tray in front of me, she hugged me tightly around the neck.
We ate breakfast and watched the news together.
Every morning, we would discuss our goals and the action plan to accomplish them.
Harmoni made a nigga want to do better and be better.
I had never met anyone like her, and I couldn’t believe I had almost messed shit up for us.
If I had killed Harmoni without gathering facts, I would be a miserable ass nigga right now.
I never wanted to live without her, so I had to make her my wife one day.
A woman as good as Harmoni only came once in a lifetime.
I promised to take Harmoni’s car to get it detailed and get her oil changed, so that was on my agenda for the day.
Once she was dressed, I drove her to work.
I took her bags inside and spoke to the ladies in the shop.
I couldn’t help but laugh at how her staff always acted when I came inside.
Harmoni and Carmen would always get on their asses for staring too long, but my girl knew what it was with me.
Once I handled everything for my girl and her car, I pulled up on Trell.
That nigga had his head so far up Ciara’s ass that we never really had a chance to sit and run it.
Either he was working or laid up, and I definitely could feel him on that.
Running the streets was mandatory, but who wouldn’t want to end their night under a woman?
When I arrived at Trell’s crib, I saw a black Range Rover parked out front, and I just shook my head.
I told that nigga I was on my way an hour ago, and he still hadn’t kicked Ciara’s gangsta ass out yet.
I didn’t know what Ciara had done to this nigga, but he was moving way different with her than I had ever seen him.
I used my key to let myself in and instantly regretted that shit. When I walked inside, Ciara was riding Trell as he sat upright on the couch. I hurriedly turned around and headed back to the car. I had a good mind to leave but decided to call Trell and see what kind of shit he was on.
“My bad, bro! I ain’t mean for you to see all that. A nigga got caught up and lost track of time, but I’m about to walk Ciara out in two minutes,” Trell blurted when he answered the phone.
“Nigga, you wild as fuck! You knew I was on my way. I’m probably just finna head out. You don’t gotta stop on account of me, especially when yo’ ass been knew I was on my way.”
“Hell nah, man. Give me two minutes,” Trell said and ended the call.
I fired up my blunt and stood outside the car to smoke it.
The detailers had Harmoni’s car smelling like strawberries and shit, so I definitely didn’t want to smoke it out.
I didn’t smoke around Harmoni at all anymore, and I didn’t want her smelling it either.
Ten minutes later, I was finishing my blunt, and Ciara was walking out the door with Trell on her ass, literally.
Being that I had just seen her naked, I couldn’t even look her in her face.
I put my head down and scrolled on my phone as Trell walked her to her truck with his arms around her waist and his meat on her damn crack.
“Hey, Rowdy. You don’t have to avoid me. Yo’ ass should have knocked. You wouldn’t have had to worry about getting your eyes hurt!” Ciara joked.
“Wassup, Ciara? Yeah, you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll never go in there without knocking again. Shit, I’m really about to give this nigga his key back on some shit.” I seriously stated.
I walked into Trell’s crib while he talked to Ciara at her truck.
I stood near the coffee table while I searched for a hood ass Tubi movie to put on.
Trell came inside with a Kool-Aid smile on his face.
I mugged that nigga ’cause I was pissed off from what I walked in on.
Trell flopped down on his sofa, and I took a seat beside him.
“Nigga, it’s a whole couch over there. Why would you squeeze on this small ass couch with me?” Trell barked.
“I just walked in and caught you fucking on that couch, and you ain’t sanitized that muthafucka, so what the fuck do I look like sitting there? Yo’ ass can sit there,” I countered.
Trell moved over to the other couch like I gave a damn.
A nigga ain’t wanna sit next to his ass, but I damn sure wasn’t about to be sitting on top of booty juice and who knows what else.
It was only right that he moved over to the couch he had just been getting busy on.
I turned the TV on a show called the Dirty D.
I wanted to see if the show was accurate on how these Dallas niggas really operated.
Only for Trell to bust my bubble and tell me that the shit was based off Detroit not Dallas. I watched the shit anyway.
“On some real shit, my bad for you walking in on me and my girl. I was trying to get her ass out of here before you came, but you know how that shit be. I just couldn’t get out of it,” Trell stated as he rolled up.
“Yo’ girl? When did that happen? And I would appreciate it if you left me out of all the technicalities.
I understand what you mean, tho. I really don’t know if you should pursue Ciara like that.
She’s crazy as hell. She’s not gonna go for you playing with her or being disrespectful.
I done heard some shit and don’t want to get on her bad side. ”
“I’ve been needing a bitch like Ciara in my life.
Her ass is hood but intelligent as hell.
She’s the kind of bitch that’ll take a charge and move weight for you.
The kind of bitch that you just know you can trust without her switching up on you.
She different for real. If I was at war, I have no doubt that she would be right beside me, bustin’ at niggas.
She almost makes a nigga wanna be faithful and shit, but you know me. Maybe not.” He laughed.
“That shouldn’t even be the shit that you would want your woman to do, my nigga!
When you love a woman, you gon’ protect her at all costs, not make her risk her life and freedom.
I just don’t know about yo’ ass, mane! Maybe you don’t need a woman.
You probably should just keep fuckin off with them hoes.
I’m telling you, Ciara gon’ be the one to break yo’ ass down,” I stated.
“Love? That’s too deep, buddy. We just vibing right now.
Let me find out yo’ ass soft and shit now!
Daddy on duty lookin’ ass nigga. You know we don’t love these hoes for real.
Yo’ ass just done got caught up. I really fucks with Ciara, and I really like her ghetto ass.
I just refuse to get whipped like you,” Trell said.
“You trippin! Moni ain’t one of these hoes.
That’s the mother of my child, and yo’ mentality gon’ have you old and lonely.
Who doesn’t want a wife and family? This street shit is temporary.
The goal is to do this shit just long enough to set your family straight for life.
The end goal is the family, crib, and cars.
Nobody wants to be an old head that’s single and still risking their life and freedom.
You gotta focus on the bigger picture. If you ain’t doing the shit for a purpose, then you really out here hustling backward.
Trell just nodded his head. This nigga was hard-headed and felt like nobody could tell him anything.
I wanted my boy to make the most out of life because we only got one shot at this shit.
Before I met Moni, I was hustling blind myself, but having a real woman was the motivation to be on my grown man shit.
I didn’t want this nigga to say I didn’t warm him ’bout Ciara too.
She was the woman who would go upside his head.
We talked about the business and how things were going.
He mentioned hearing that Diamond had passed away, but for weeks, he had been looking for information on a funeral or something that would prove she was dead, but he couldn’t find anything.
When Diamond first went into the hospital, Taylor told Trell that she thought Diamond’s baby daddy had done something to her.
Trell never heard from Taylor again after that, and he honestly didn’t give a damn.
He just assumed she was grieving and was thankful to be rid of her ass.
Jakari had his people reach out after the incident and ask for Diamond’s car.
Since they acted like it was so valuable to them, I taxed their ass again.
Now I knew why the car was so important.
Somehow, someway, they were trying to cover their tracks.
I just made sure that hoe was completely cleaned and nothing tracing back to me was on or inside that car.
Anyway, I saw that I could take money from that hoe ass nigga, and that’s exactly what I was doing.
It was definitely personal but also business.
I didn’t like that nigga, and knowing his past history with my girl, he was lucky I let him continue to breathe.
I was feeling kind of bad about what happened to Diamond, and that shit haunted me after I heard she was dead.
Had she not been at that cabin, she would still be alive to raise her son.
I kept replaying what my pops used to tell me in my head, and I knew it was right.
Every action in life comes with a consequence, and sometimes that consequence would cause you to lose your life.
That’s what happened. Diamond used me to get at Harmoni, not knowing that I was using her to get at Jakari.
Her being obsessed and wanting to hurt Moni was what cost her life. That shit was crazy.