looked more like Forever than he did Briggen. He had Forever’s complexion, nose and lips. I had been trying to have Briggen’s baby, but he was always so extra careful not to let that happen, as if I wasn’t good enough. Then she pops up out of nowhere and he wifes her all up and now here she is pregnant with child number two.
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“Can I come in?”
Little Miss Prissy was more street than I thought she was. I didn’t think she even knew where I lived, and now she wantedto bring her ass inside my house. The curiosity was killing me. I opened the door, and she stepped inside.
“Can you take off your shoes, please?” I offered ever so sweetly.
She paused and looked at me as if to say, “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Damn right I was. I had cocaine white suede carpeting. Even Briggen knew to take off his shoes. She finally did.
I led her into the den. “You can have a seat,” I said, still staring at the baby. “You just missed Briggen. He left a couple of hours ago,” I stated, trying to throw salt in the game while tightening the belt on my robe.
“Bitch, please. You wish,” she said, laughing. “Actually, Briggen, my husband, you know, the one that you can’t seem to let go? Well, he was home all night eating pussy and getting his dick wet. Then the Feds came and got him at five o’clock this morning. But nice try.” She had the nerve to pause and smirk.
“Look, no hard feelings. I’m just here to pick up any monies that you are holding for him,” she said, bursting my bubble.
“Money?” I said, indignant. My blood was boiling over and I wanted to stab this bitch.
“Yes, money. He left me with a list of things I need to take care of immediately, and collecting his money, that’s one of them.”
“Well, I have no clue what you are talking about,” I told her. Shit, Briggen hadn’t called me and neither had the attorney, so I wasn’t giving this bitch shit. I didn’t even know who sent her. It could have been the Feds for all I knew. And I damn sure wasn’t taking any chances.
“So what do you want me to tell Briggen? That I cameway over here to get his money and you said you don’t have it?”
“You can tell him whatever the fuck you want because like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said as I stood up, letting this ’bama bitch know that she had just worn out her welcome. It was time for her to go, but the bitch had the nerve to keep sitting there. I was praying she would do something to make me kick her ass out.
She must have seen the look on my face. “Okay. It’s your call,” she said, standing up and picking up her son. I led her ass to her shoes and the front door.
SHAN
He left a few hours ago. Mmmhumm . I thought to myself. That bitch don’t know who the hell she’s fucking with. The one thing I was sure about was that the bitch was holding his money. The look on her face told it all. I should have known that Briggen had this bitch trained well. Just like I’m now seeing that he had me well-trained, too. So as far as I’m concerned, it’s confirmed. This nigga was still in the streets.
On my way back to my house, the sounds of tires screeching caused me to swerve over. I looked in my rearview mirror and two unmarked cars whizzed past me chasing a silver pickup and a black Nissan. Damn! A real-live police chase. I was amused. They had to be doing eighty to a hundred miles per hour. I wondered where they were going because it was barely ten in the morning. And why did the police have their sirens off? I knew it wasn’t because they were trying to be courteous.
I sat there; it took me a few minutes to get my bearings straight. I finally pulled off and got a couple of blocks away only to hear the tires screeching again. I couldn’t tell from what direction they were coming and I didn’t know whether to hurry and turn left or turn right or just park the damn car.
I figured the best thing for me to do would be
“What’s up?” I asked her.
“Can I come in?”
Little Miss Prissy was more street than I thought she was. I didn’t think she even knew where I lived, and now she wantedto bring her ass inside my house. The curiosity was killing me. I opened the door, and she stepped inside.
“Can you take off your shoes, please?” I offered ever so sweetly.
She paused and looked at me as if to say, “Are you fuckin’ serious?” Damn right I was. I had cocaine white suede carpeting. Even Briggen knew to take off his shoes. She finally did.
I led her into the den. “You can have a seat,” I said, still staring at the baby. “You just missed Briggen. He left a couple of hours ago,” I stated, trying to throw salt in the game while tightening the belt on my robe.
“Bitch, please. You wish,” she said, laughing. “Actually, Briggen, my husband, you know, the one that you can’t seem to let go? Well, he was home all night eating pussy and getting his dick wet. Then the Feds came and got him at five o’clock this morning. But nice try.” She had the nerve to pause and smirk.
“Look, no hard feelings. I’m just here to pick up any monies that you are holding for him,” she said, bursting my bubble.
“Money?” I said, indignant. My blood was boiling over and I wanted to stab this bitch.
“Yes, money. He left me with a list of things I need to take care of immediately, and collecting his money, that’s one of them.”
“Well, I have no clue what you are talking about,” I told her. Shit, Briggen hadn’t called me and neither had the attorney, so I wasn’t giving this bitch shit. I didn’t even know who sent her. It could have been the Feds for all I knew. And I damn sure wasn’t taking any chances.
“So what do you want me to tell Briggen? That I cameway over here to get his money and you said you don’t have it?”
“You can tell him whatever the fuck you want because like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said as I stood up, letting this ’bama bitch know that she had just worn out her welcome. It was time for her to go, but the bitch had the nerve to keep sitting there. I was praying she would do something to make me kick her ass out.
She must have seen the look on my face. “Okay. It’s your call,” she said, standing up and picking up her son. I led her ass to her shoes and the front door.
SHAN
He left a few hours ago. Mmmhumm . I thought to myself. That bitch don’t know who the hell she’s fucking with. The one thing I was sure about was that the bitch was holding his money. The look on her face told it all. I should have known that Briggen had this bitch trained well. Just like I’m now seeing that he had me well-trained, too. So as far as I’m concerned, it’s confirmed. This nigga was still in the streets.
On my way back to my house, the sounds of tires screeching caused me to swerve over. I looked in my rearview mirror and two unmarked cars whizzed past me chasing a silver pickup and a black Nissan. Damn! A real-live police chase. I was amused. They had to be doing eighty to a hundred miles per hour. I wondered where they were going because it was barely ten in the morning. And why did the police have their sirens off? I knew it wasn’t because they were trying to be courteous.
I sat there; it took me a few minutes to get my bearings straight. I finally pulled off and got a couple of blocks away only to hear the tires screeching again. I couldn’t tell from what direction they were coming and I didn’t know whether to hurry and turn left or turn right or just park the damn car.
I figured the best thing for me to do would be
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