Chapter 22 #2
When I first got out the first thing on my mind was making up for all the pussy I missed out on.
Lo was being modest saying only six months, I was a pussy hound the first year I was out.
It was a miracle a nigga never caught no diseases or nothing I couldn’t get rid of.
As much as I used to love Zaylee I don’t even think that would have been enough to keep me from fucking off.
Of course, she would have been my main and I would have done everything in my power to give her the world.
But my dick would have led me astray, new pussy would have been too tempting back then.
I hated to admit it; Lo might have been right.
I didn’t have a faithful bone in my body when I got out.
Knowing how I felt about Zaylee I wouldn’t have ever let her leave me either, not with her having my seed.
It wouldn’t have mattered if a nigga was cheating or not.
Zaylee would have to kill me before I let her leave me.
Our shit probably would have been toxic as fuck, and she probably would have hated my guts by now.
“That hypothetical shit don’t matter. She did what she did, and it is what it is.” I dismissively replied then emptied my bottle of beer in front of me. What he said might have made sense but at the end of the day Zaylee and my story didn’t play out like that.
“You know what I think?” Lo paused looking at me out the corner of his eye then he focused back on the big flat screen tv in front of us.
“I think you was scared Zaylee was gone leave you for dead while you was in jail and you wanted the baby so bad because it woulda gave you a permanent attachment to her.”
I sat silently marinating on Lo’s words, he’d hit the nail on the head.
Getting locked up for ten years had my head fucked all the way up.
I was listening to what so many niggas were telling me that it made me second guess Zaylee.
When I wasn’t locked up it was easy to say that Zaylee wasn’t gonna leave me.
Being locked up away from Zaylee I couldn’t say the same shit with confidence.
I knew what kind of female Zaylee was not only was she pretty as fuck, but she was also smart, loyal and had my back like no other.
I knew a nigga wouldn’t hesitate to scoop Zaylee up.
She might have been able to resist niggas at first but after a while she’d probably give into her loneliness.
Then she’d move on with her new nigga and forget about me.
I felt like with my baby I’d always have a connection to her.
I would have access to Zaylee, and she’d have more of an obligation to a nigga.
So, when she killed my seed it killed my hopes for our future.
In my head I would rather end things with her before she fucked me over.
She wasn’t finna have me down bad like the niggas I’d seen crashing out because their bitch cheated on them.
Fuck that, I broke my own heart before she could break mine.
“Whatever,” I mumbled back to Lo. “You got so much to say about me but what about you,” I smirked since he wanted call niggas out I was finna be on the same shit as him.
“Me? Nigga I’m chilling. Everything over here is Gucci.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked amused, ready to pull his ho card. “Did Solana tell you what she was finna do tonight?” I leaned back in my chair then looked over to Lo who had a perplexed expression on his face.
“Chilling with Sunshyne. The fuck else she finna be doing?” Lo asked with his eyebrows bunched together as if I asked a stupid question.
“That’s what you think,” I continued to tease his in denial ass.
Lo wanted to act like him and Solana were just friends, but a blind nigga could see those lines had been crossed long ago.
They might not be fucking but their feelings for each other were deep than fucking friends.
I knew how a broad behaved when she was in love and I knew my brother.
His feelings ran deep for Solana rather he wanted to admit it or not.
The proof was in the mutha fuckin’ pudding.
All the shit he’d done for Solana over these last months was outta character for Lo.
My brother wasn’t a selfish nigga, but he also wasn’t the captain-save-a-ho types either.
For Solana that nigga did the most and he hadn’t even got the pussy, so I knew he was feeling her.
He basically gave her a brand new car, a house and he furnished that shit.
Solana thought she was putting her foot down with Lo, but the nigga still made sure every dime she spent furnishing her house went right back into her account. His ass had it bad.
“Fuck outta here with that messy shit I know what the fuck she got going on.” Lo snapped at me shooting daggers at me with his eyes.
“I see why she ain’t tell you what she got going on. Nigga you huffing and puffing. She ain’t ya girl. So, what if she goin’ on a date? She deserves a night out to enjoy herself.” It took everything in me not to laugh at Lo. The nigga turned red when my words registered to him.
Lo didn’t even respond to me; he snatched his phone off the bar counter.
He looked like he was finna crack his screen the way he was smashing his fingers against the screen.
I snickered when the ringing of a Facetime call started trilling.
I wanted to fall over laughing when Solana didn’t pick up.
Forreal, I was just talking shit. I ain’t know what the hell she had going on for the night.
All I wanted to do was get on Lo’s nerves like he’d got on mine.
“Where the fuck she at?” He gritted at me through his clenched teeth.
Lo was madder than a mutha fucker and I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore.
While I laughed at his expense the lovesick nigga called Solana’s phone back.
When she didn’t answer again he slammed his phone down on the bar counter.
“But she ain’t ya bitch. Shouldn’t you be calling Fallon?” I taunted him in between laughs.
“Fuck ya child ass.” Lo said standing up from his bar stool. “Pay tab since shit so sweet to you.” He said with an angry scowl.
“Where the fuck you going? Ain’t we supposed to be chilling?”
“I got shit to do,”
“Alright crybaby ass nigga.” I teased and Lo flipped me off before heading out the bar. He was probably finna go fuck with Solana.
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Later That Night
For all that shit I talked to Lo I was no better cause my ass had been sitting outside Zaylee’s condo for the last twenty minutes debating if I wanted to go up there and get some goodbye pussy.
Zaylee called herself cutting me off after she took it upon herself to pop up at my shop.
She blocked my number and all that other shit females did when they were mad.
The shit was low key annoying, but I let the shit ride cause I knew when I was ready to deal with Zaylee I could.
She was in her feelings when it all boiled down to her acting being the cause of her being upset.
If she hadn’t pulled that shit with that other nigga I wouldn’t have to ignore her goofy ass.
Then she wouldn’t have come to the shop and got her feelings hurt.
Zaylee was heated when she saw me walking in with Nene.
I saw the fire in her eyes; she wanted to kill both of our asses.
Truthfully, I wasn’t even with Nene before.
She popped up just like Zaylee. Except she waited outside for me, so it looked like we were walking in together.
In all actuality a nigga had told her to beat her feet before we made it in the shop.
In true Nene fashion she did the opposite and followed nagging the fuck outta me.
If Zaylee hadn’t of been there Nene ass would have gotten kicked the fuck out.
I just used the opportunity to piss Zaylee off like she did me.
I was the king of tit-for-tat. Zaylee didn’t want these problems. I was caught off by how outspoken Zaylee had become.
My Zaylee was timid and nonconfrontational.
Whoever that crazy bitch was in Zaylee’s skin, I liked her feisty ass.
It was sexy as fuck to finally see her standing up for herself.
If there was one thing I used to hate about Zaylee it was how soft spoken she was.
She used to let muthafuckas run all over her and no matter how much I tried to make her stand up for herself she wouldn’t.
To see her doing that shit on her own made my dick hard and my heart swell with pride.
I loved seeing the growth on my baby…I mean Zaylee.
Fuck it. I got my ass out of the car. I was already here.
I might as well make the most of my night.
Shutting my car door then hitting the lock button on my key fob I listened to the beeping signaling my car alarm was armed.
The condos Zaylee lived in had their own private entrance to the outside.
Each building had two condos in each unit with their own driveways and then extra parking for guests in the middle of the complex.
This little community she lived in was aight, my house was better, but Zaylee was doing alright for herself.
Ring, Ring