Chapter 23 #3
I wanted to push his nerdy ass down the steps for trying to be fuckin’ funny but shit it ain’t his fault that I was on the outs with my girl.
I did wonder why they had the kids, and she was at home.
I pulled my phone from my pocket to check the cameras in the house and I saw her sitting at the vanity that I had built inside the closet for her.
It looked like she was putting on makeup and now I wanted to know where she was going.
Me: Wyd?
I could see where she grabbed the phone and opened my message. The thing that pissed me off was her locking it shortly after that and laying it back down. This lil’ heifer was ignoring my messages.
Me: Yeah?
Wifey: What is it? Your kids are gone so there is nothing for us to discuss.
That made me laugh a little. I got that she was in her feelings right now, but she was still going to watch how she talked to me.
Me: You’re my wife, pregnant with ANOTHER one of my kids, stop playing with me. Where the fuck you going?
Wifey: Out
That shit kind of had me tight. With everything going on right now, she wants to be stubborn. I attempted to text her back, but my message wasn’t delivered meaning she had blocked me. That was cool, I stood to my feet and dapped my boy up.
“Aight I’m up nigga, I got something that I need to handle.”
His eyes were low, and he was slouched down in his seat, so I knew my boy was feeling good. He never let his eyes leave the dancer who was currently bent over in his face when he responded. “Aight, I’ll see you at the crib.”
“Naw nigga I’m going the fuck home. Tio done had her little tantrum and shit but I’m over it now, my whole family needs to be under one roof.”
“Word. Hopefully Chy gone give me some pussy tonight then.”
My eyes temporarily landed on the dancer then traveled back to him, “Yeah, nigga, take yo ass home to your girl and kid. You got a lot to deal with as is.”
“Nigga the fuck is you, my daddy? I’m going the fuck home. Hit me tomorrow.”
I didn’t even offer a verbal response, I nodded my head and bounced.
He said he had shit figured out so all I could do was respect it.
My first stop leaving here was to pick up my daughters, then their stubborn ass mother.
I hadn’t been able to sleep comfortable in the past week because I missed the fuck out of them, but tonight that stops.
I hit Tech and asked him to shoot me Tiomi’s location and imagine my surprise when I pull outside of a cozy little ranch style home and I see the G-Wagon that I bought her parked in the driveway as if it belonged.
Since knowing and being with Tio, I have never saw this house or been to this fuckin’ neighborhood so a nigga is kind of confused right now.
Who’s fuckin’ house is this?
“Aye, Rex, sit with the girls for me, I’ll be right back.”
I climbed out of my wraith and approached the door.
I raised my hand to knock but the door opened, and a middle-aged Chinese lady was stepping out carrying a bag that had a logo from a popular massage parlor in Miami.
Seeing that bag really had my interest piqued now.
I caught the door before she got it completely closed and let myself inside.
I made my way down the hall towards the voices that I was hearing.
I made out Tio’s immediately but couldn’t quite match the other two voices.
What I saw after I rounded the corner had me seeing red.
“Y’all must have a fuckin’ death wish or some shit.”
Tiomi jumped at the sound of my voice.
“J-Jawan, what are you doing here?”
“Naw the better question is why the fuck are you in here damn near naked with this nigga.”
“Hey man, it’s not what you think,” he raised his hand up in surrender.
As soon as the last word left his mouth, I put him to sleep with one punch to the face. When his body hit the floor Tiomi covered her mouth and screamed into her hand.
“Jawan are you fucking crazy?” she screamed through her tears.
“When it comes to you and my kids, you got damn right. Get yo’ ass up and get dressed, we’re going home.”
“But his girlfriend is back there in the shower. What will she think finding him laid out in here and me gone?”
“Bruh I don’t give a fuck what that bitch gone think, fuck you mean? Let’s go.”
She hurried off of the table and put her clothes on, keeping her eyes on me the entire time. It angered me all over again when her robe dropped and I saw that she really didn’t have anything on under it, not even a pair of panties.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Jawan? You have to be naked to get a massage.”
“Aye, for real man, don’t say shit else. You in a room with another man, no clothes on, he has his hands on you and shit when I walk in here. Yeah, y’all got me fucked up.”
“But —”
“Shut the fuck up and go to the car, Tio.”
Doing as she was told, she stomped her little foot and pushed past me out of the house. I had the right mind to set this shit on fire with him and his bitch inside. Nigga lost his fuckin’ mind puttin’ hands on my bitch.
As I turned to leave the room, I heard a phone ringing on the table.
Making an about face, I headed in the direction of the ringing phone.
It was a call from an unsaved number, I quickly pulled my phone out to send the number to Tech so we could find out who the fuck this nigga really was.
I turned to leave when the phone stopped ringing, but a message from a familiar number caught my eye.
That grimy muhfucka!
Once I made it outside Tio was standing by the passenger door waiting for me to let her in, which I did then rounded the car to hop in the driver’s side to head home.
“You can fix your fuckin’ face too, all this shit is your fault. I told you that you and that nigga be trying me a little too tough. Now again lose the attitude because we’re going to spend time as a family and I’m going to beat that pussy out the frame later for the way you’ve been acting.”
She didn’t offer a verbal response but I saw her squeeze her thighs together at the end of my statement so that was more than enough response for me, tonight was going to be a good one.