Chapter 3
Mikael Wattson
A Couple of Days Later
“Nigga what the fuck took you so long?” I barked at Rahmeek’s bitch ass.
I swear I couldn’t stand that nigga. His only saving grace was because Marlo thought he was his best friend, but I knew a hating ass nigga when I saw one.
Rahmeek fit the fucking bill to a tee. Every time he looked in Marlo’s direction jealousy and envy were in his eyes.
My brother wanted to act blurry to the shit cause the nigga was around in my absence.
While I was locked up the nigga snaked his way into my brother’s good graces.
Once thing about Marlo, if you showed him loyalty he was gonna go hard for you.
When he fucked with you, he fucked with you.
He had a big ass heart and always felt like he had to protect the people he loved.
I fucked with it, but when it came to Rahmeek it was a hell no.
That nigga could eat a dirty dick. He might have had the wool pulled over Lo’s eyes, mines were wide open and I couldn’t wait for the day the nigga tried my brother.
I was gonna be there to put his ass to sleep.
Behind my brother I played no games, I was his mutha fuckin’ keeper and he was mine.
He had my front and I had his back. Our bond was airtight, wasn’t shit coming between us.
“Man, you always trippin’ about nothing.
I stopped to see my bitch,” Rahmeek smirked looking over at Marlo.
I know he was hopin’ he’d step in and save his ho ass, but he’d fucked up once again and I a s on his ass.
“What’s an extra hour when my nigga owns this company?
” It was little slick shit like that; I didn’t fuck with Rahmeek.
He felt like he could do what he wanted because he was cool with Marlo and he didn't take our business seriously. You couldn't convince me he wasn’t tryna low key sabotage our business. He do little shit and acts like he didn’t know we would get fined or lose our license for the stuff he did.
Marlo used to always save the nigga when he first hired the nigga.
Some other nice shit Marlo did when Rahmeek got fired from his job as a dump truck driver some years back.
I tried to be patient with the nigga, but if we kept havin’ to tell him not to do the same shit over and over.
He either was dumb as fuck or doin’ the shit on purpose, I felt it was the latter with Rahmeek.
Lately Marlo had gotten sick of Rahmeek’s fuck ups, and I’d been layin’ into the nigga every chance I got.
“Stupid ass nigga, when you got a mutha fuckin’ car on ya load.
Bitch, you know we don’t get paid unless we got the cars to return to the fuckin’ bank.
When ya got a car hooked up you bring it straight back here.
Not go on no joy ride to get some rancid pussy.
Do that shit on ya own time.” Hell yeah, I was being hella disrespectful. I wanted the nigga to jump stupid.
“Lo, get ya brother. Cau- “
“Bitch you get me,” I spat walkin’ up on Rahmeek.
“Calm ya hostile ass down,” Marlo said getting in between us pushing me back. He was the only nigga that could get away with pushing me. “Aye, Meek, take the rest of the day off. That shit you did today wasn’t cool. We talked about this before.”
“You takin’ this nigga side, forreal?” Rahmeek asked, sounding just like the little bitch he was.
“Ain’t no sides my nigga. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Anything could have happened to that car while you was out lollygagging and we woulda been the ones who had to pay for the shit not you.” I evilly smiled at Rahmeek from behind Marlo, the bitch nigga looked like he was about to explode.
“You stay on bullshit whenever this nigga around, you know I need the fuckin’ money. Missy killin’ my pockets with this child support shit.”
“Act like it, tomorrow, when you come back to work,” Lo calmly replied.
Rahmeek frowned as his angry gaze bounced from Marlo to me and back before he relented. “Alright.” Then he stormed outta our office slamming the door and I wanted to shoot him in the back of the head.
“Stop antagonizing him all the time. You know he's sensitive and shit.” Marlo looked over at me with a scowl.
Being in jail for so many years of my life it opened my eyes up to the weird shit niggas did.
I watched a nigga be killed by the nigga he called his best friend.
I saw another nigga slice someone’s face up cause he wanted to be cool.
If I didn’t learn shit else from jail muthafuckas were grimy as fuck.
It was rare you’d find a nigga outside of ya family that was real.
That was why I didn’t fuck with too many niggas aside from my brother, Royce my cousin on my mama’s side and my nigga Gee that we grew up with.
Other than that, I didn’t trust niggas especially Rahmeek’s ho ass.
“Fuck his weird ass. You need to fire him then let me kill him. He don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us.” I waved Marlo off going over to the front desk looking at all the messy papers thrown all over the place. “That’s another thing nigga we need a secretary in this bitch.”
“Nigga, maybe if you stop fucking them maybe we’d be able to keep one.”
“Try hiring an ugly bitch. I probably won’t fuck her,” I chuckled and Marlo shook his head at me cause he knew I was dad serious. A nigga loved pussy especially new pussy. “Make sure her ass flat too.”
“And you wanna know why Nene’s ass always actin’ fuckin’ crazy.”
“She act crazy cause she is fuckin’ crazy,” I said with a sour expression as I thought about my crazy ass bitch Nene.
Neicey aka Nene had been my bitch for two long ass fuckin’ years.
Since I met that ho she been runnin’ a nigga outta his mind.
We met at a club and typical ho shit Nene was lookin’ for a nigga with some money to trick on her.
Unlucky for her ass I wasn’t a trick ass nigga, but I did have a hard dick for her to swallow, and she swallowed it in bathroom of the club.
Sucked a nigga dry and had my toes curling.
I had to see what the pussy was hittin’ fo.
’ So, I took her to the Telly and fucked the shit outta her ass.
The pussy wasn’t bad, but that mouth got a nigga stuck every time.
But I fucked up by fuckin’ her too good cause the ho went crazy after that.
She didn’t let up off a nigga neck and call me crazy that shit made me want her.
I never officially claimed her as my bitch but with her always being around that’s what people acknowledge her as and I never bothered to correct them.
Nene was the closest I'd be to having a bitch of my own.
After being left for dead by the bitch that was supposed to be ride or die.
It was fuck all bitches. If it wasn’t about the pussy I didn’t have shit for these bitches.
Nene didn’t get that memo; she wanted me even if I didn’t want her back.
I liked that shit because the bitch I used to be crazy over said fuck me.
In my head the more Nene chased after me the more I started liking her.
The toxic shit she used to do to me would excite me.
Popping up fighting bitches causing a scene that would lead to me yokin’ her up and ended with my dick shoved down her throat.
Nene eventually wore me down and I made her my honorary bitch.
But two years of dealin’ with her crazy ass and all the toxic fight shit was getting old.
Did I fuck other bitches, absolutely I wasn’t nobody’s nigga and Nene wasn’t dumb she knew what it was.
A nigga wasn’t finna be tied down to no ho.
I can’t front a nigga like the toxic fighting shit at first, I got some of the best pussy after a good as fight.
As of lately, Nene kept me with a fuckin’ headache and not in a fuckin’ good way either.
I was a toxic ass nigga there was no shame in my game, but I wanted the god toxic not the aggravating stuff Nene had been doing.
I needed some stress relief from her ass.
There was no way I would ever wife a bitch like Nene.
She was good for a fun time, when it came to partying and Turing up, she was my go to bitch.
However, I’d been craving something Nene could never provide me and that was peace.
I needed the next bitch I dealt with to be the opposite of Nene.
“How you go from Zaylee’s quiet ass to Nene loud, ratchet ass?” Hearing that bitches name made my soul burn with a hate I couldn’t put words to.
Zaylee was the mutha fuckin’ reason why I couldn’t take bitches serious.
She fucked a nigga over so bad that I swore off love forever.
Her ass knew it too that’s why she ran the fuck outta Beauville.
I always said if I ever saw her ass again, I was goin’ to do her like she did my fuckin’ seed.
She couldn’t keep it solid for a few years.
Her four-eyed ass folded quicker than quicksand.
Back then there was no convincing me she wasn’t gonna be my wife.
We was supposed to live happily ever after.
That stankin’ bitch had my heart and I didn’t even give a fuck.
Even though I was young all I saw was her nerdy ass.
A nigga was so gone over Zaylee; I never even cheated on her.
Once she let me pop her cherry it was us against the world.
I did everything for that bitch, and she still gave me her ass to kiss.
She was the love of my fucking life. Or that was what the fuck I thought it was supposed to be until the bitch showed her true colors.
As long as I was Black, I would hate that bitch with everything I had in me.
“Fuck that bitch,” I grunted frownin’ at Marlo for even bringing her name up.
“Shit, my bad.” Marlo smiled big as fuck, and I knew the nigga was on his bullshit. “I forget you stay in ya feelings about Zaylee.”