Chapter 28
Mikael Wattson
“Since you wanna play with me like I’m a dumb bitch. Let me mutha fucking act like one bitch ass nigga!” Nene screamed at the top of her lungs.
I stood on the stoop outside of my house with my arms folded as I watched Nene act a fucking fool.
She looked a hot ass mess in her booty shorts that had her entire ass cheeks out, white cut off crop top, tattered old house shoes that had purple matted fur, they’d seen better days, her hair was in rollers, and she had green shit on her face.
I laughed my fucking ass off when she stood her dumb ass outside in the middle of the street screaming at the top of her lung ripping her shirt like she was the incredible Hulk.
Nene was pissed because she wasn’t getting the reaction she was used to getting from me.
She was used to me yoking her ass up by now and being on that stupid rah-rah shit with her.
A nigga was getting to old to be doing that dumb shit with her.
All that toxic fighting and fucking stuff was draining as fuck, and I didn’t have it in me to be doing that for the rest of my life.
Especially not for someone who wasn’t even really my bitch.
Nene was cool when it came to having fun beyond that she wasn’t the type of broad you made a life with.
Nene was in her feelings because I hadn’t been fucking with her the way she was used to.
I couldn’t even say it was anything new or different she’d done.
One thing for sure Nene wasn’t changing for nobody.
She was gone be, Nene through and through.
But that was where the problem lied for me.
Nene was content doing the same thing repeatedly.
She wasn’t trying to grow, if she could get her hair, nails, feet, get a few new outfits for the club that weekend she was good.
Nene had no type of ambition; she was good with the bare minimum.
I mean she had a certificate for being a STNA and that was cool five years ago when she got it but why not keep moving up in your career?
I wasn’t trying to wife her but even if I was just kicking it with a bitch I wanted them to have something going for themselves other than spending my money or decent pussy.
I could have told Nene how I was feelin’ I doubted she would have comprehended what a nigga was saying and honestly I didn’t give a fuck enough to tell her.
Why waste my breath on a bitch like Nene?
I figured she’d catch onto me and fallen back from her and for a week or, so she did.
She probably had a new nigga she thought was finna trick on her and when that feel through she came back to me like shit was finna be sweet.
I ignored all her phone calls cause as far as I was concerned we didn’t have shit to talk about.
Over a week with no communication, on both ends, which meant it was a wrap.
I thought that was common sense but clearly not.
Nene popped up over my crib early this morning screaming putting on a show and at first I was finna ignore her stupid ass.
Her screaming wasn’t doing shit to me, but when she decided to start fucking up my car, yeah all bets were off.
Nene pulled a big ass metal bat out her car and started taking her anger out on my favorite car, 2023, matte grey, Mustang Dark Horse, with the custom red leather seats on the inside, and Black rims. That car was my baby and Nene knew that shit.
I barely let her sit inside that car. I could have fucked myself up for not parking it in the garage like I normally did.
It was cool though; I had a trick for Nene since she wanted to tear up shit she couldn’t replace. A nigga was heated on the inside, but I kept shit cool knowing Nene was finna regret fuckin’ with me.
“You dumb as fuck if you ask me,” I taunted her with an evil smirk.
“Bitch,” Nene screamed as the dicking sound of her slamming her bat into my front windshield.
She already busted out my back window, both back seat windows, and my driver seat wind.
The front windshield wasn’t breaking as easy as the others.
There were three big ass cracks where she’d hit it trying to break it but failed.
“We gone see who dumb when you don’t have this car no more!
” She screamed sliding down from the hood of my car.
She raised her bat to hit one of my sideview mirrors off, I smiled seeing just the muthafuckas I had been waiting on.
“FREEZE!” A big Black nigga on the BPD, screaming as him and three other police officers yelled with they’re tasers out and pointed at Nene. “Drop your weapon and place your hands behind your back,” The nigga commanded Nene and she turned around looking at me in shock.
“YOU CALLED THE FUCKING POLICE ON ME?!” Nene screamed at me before she broke out sobbing.
I didn’t fuck with the boys, period. Fuck them but fuck Nene too.
She had me fucked up if she thought she was finna tear my shit up like she paid for the shit.
I worked to fucking hard my shit I be damned if nan bitch thought she was finna be able to destroy anything of mine.
Forreal Nene was lucky I called the police on her ass.
Cause if she was a nigga her ass would have been buried in a ditch somewhere.
I shook my head in disgust as I watched Nene continue her dramatics failing around.
She didn’t waste any time trying to convince them I put my hands on her. That's why she was tearing up my car.
“You the one who called?” One of the police officers asked walking up to me after they had Nene cuffed.
“Yes sir,” I said, putting on my best proper voice. Nene was finna learn today not to fuck with me.
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A Littler Later the same day at Marlo’s house.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Lo barked at me as soon as I walked into his backyard.
Today we were celebrating our little sister Shakarii’s eleventh birthday.
Since we didn’t fool with her mama or our daddy we always did our own shit with our siblings.
Our daddy used to try to be on some hating shit complaining about us spoiling them so much.
But we ignored his bitter ass like we always did when he opened his mouth.
When it came to doing for our younger siblings there wasn’t shit they couldn’t get from us.
Even they mama didn’t give a fuck what we did if we did for them.
Shakarii said she wanted a pool party, and we made that shit happen.
Lo already had a big ass above ground pool in his backyard.
We let her invite a few of her friends, threw some food on the grill, Lo thought he was chef boy r d when he cooked on the grill.
There were hella kids running all over the place.
I saw Hiro running around with Mason, and Sunshyne.
While Mallory was running around with Shakarii and some of her friends.
It was a bunch of other kids here I hadn’t seen before.
“Maannn, I had to call the police on Nene’s dumb ass.”
“Nigga, you did what?” Lo snickered at me like the shit was funny, but I was still pissed about my car.
“You heard what the fuck I said. That bitch thought she was finna tear my shit up. And I might show up to court too.”
“I know her ass pissed.” Lo chuckled shaking his head at me as we both stood side by side on his back deck.
“Fuck that bitch,” I snarled at the thought of Nene.
I was so busy cursing Nene in my head I didn’t notice Shakarii running towards me.
“I thought you wasn’t gonna use that word anymore?” Shakarii sassily said, stopping in front of me putting her hands on her sides.
“Aww,, shit my bad Karii!” I said, throwing my hands up.
Shakarii might have been our little sister, but she was very vocal about what she did and didn’t like.
Although she was only eleven she knew what the word bitch meant.
After hearing our dad calling her mama a bitch so many times while they were arguing she didn’t like for me or Lo to use it.
My sister could get whatever she wanted from me, and I normally didn’t say bitch when Shakarii was around.
“Mmmhmm, you know the drill,” Karii said, placing her hand out and using her pointer finger on the opposite hand to poke the palm of her extended hand.
“Imma sue you for extortion when you get older.” I said, pulling a hundred dollar bill from my pocket into her hand.
“Thank you big brother!” Karii said, hopping into my arms. “You’re the best big brother ever!” Karii giggled as I hugged her back, lifting her off her feet.
“I thought I was the best big brother?” Lo asked teasingly pulling on of her curly pigtails.
Karii looked just like our daddy with her coco colored skin, round face, big brown eyes, broad nose, and full round lips.
“Nah, back up old man, I’m the favorite brother Hakeem bopped his big headed ass over with Hiro not far behind him.
“I’ll show you old, keep running ya mouth.” Lo chuckled throwing his hands up to fake box Hakeem.
“Don’t touch my brother!” Hiro laughed running over wrapping himself around Lo’s legs and Lo scooped him up, tickling him.
“You going against the grain? Huh?” Lo tickled Hiro relentlessly making him laugh hysterically.
“No! No! I sorry! You, my brother!” Hiro continued to laugh while Lo tickled him. Lo finally sat him down.
“Run up get done up,” I jokingly said to Hakeem.
“That’s them little niggas. But Imma let y’all’s old niggas think y’all did something,” Hakeem joked talking shit back.
“Daddy!” Mason ran over to us out of breath. “Braxton is crying. Hey Uncle Mikael,” Mason said as she gave me a sideways hug.
“Sup niece.”
“Come on Aunty Karii, let me show you a trick I just learned.” Mason excitedly said grabbing Karii’s and pulling her towards the pool.
“Wait for meee!” Hiro screamed running behind them.
“I’ll be right back,” Lo said walking back in his house.
“How you been?” I asked turning towards Hakeem.