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continuing to shake my head by the neck like a rag doll. “Don’t you ever threaten to tell my wife shit! Let me find out your ratchet ass done said a fucking word to my wife and I will fucking kill you. Do not call me anymore. Do you fucking understand?!”
                  Tears were coming to my eyes as Tre finally released me with such a force that my head snapped to the side. I gasped for air as I began to cry while I watched him walk away coolly, like what he’d just done didn’t faze him one bit.
    I couldn’t believe that a man that I had spent so much time with could treat me so dismissively. It was like I was a fucking joke to him. After two years, I was nothing compared to a bitch that couldn’t even keep him happy enough to keep him from having whole relationships with other women.
                  Tre didn’t have shit to worry about though. I was on to the next anyway.
                 
                 
                 
                 
     
     
                 
     
                 
                 

S even
    Wednesday, July 31 , 2013
    Omari
    It felt so good pulling up in front of the crib in a new car. I had just left the Dodge dealership in a brand new red Dodge Challenger. I had never been able to finance a car, but after months of working beside Ching, I was in a new whip. I would have loved some slick shit like a Benz or something, but I would never be on that level in the drug game. I was good with just being able to finance something new and being able to afford the payment.
                  That shit felt good.
                  I hadn’t even told Aeysha that I was going to get the ride. I had one of the block boys take me up to the dealership because I wanted to surprise her. Since I was getting a new car, she was finally able to have a car, since I was giving her my Impala. It was an older car with some minor issues, but it was clean, running, and better than the bus.
                  I had plans on getting her a new car next while still saving for us a house.
                  Like I said, Ayesha didn’t even know that I was buying something new, so as I sat in front of the house, she and Eboni stared at the car curiously, since they couldn’t see through the tent.
                  When I hopped out, they both damn near shitted bricks.
                  I was beaming from ear to ear as they met at the curb. Finally, I was feeling like the man of my household, like I was holding shit down and was somebody for the woman in my life to be proud of.
                  Things were still a little on edge in the crib. No matter how much I was making things better for us as a couple, Aeysha was still feeling like shit as a person. Me lacking in the commitment department definitely wasn’t making it no better. She didn’t have proof about me and Simone, but her woman’s intuition was on high alert.
                  Hopefully, this would make her feel better, though.
                  “Wow, babe! This shit is hot!”
                  Though Aeysha was saying words that were giving me props, she still looked uneasy and not too happy for me. I knew that she didn’t like me working for Ching. She didn’t want me ending up locked up. And I know that, as a woman, she knew that mo’ money brought in mo’ bitches.
                  “You can have the Impala,” I told her handing her the keys. “I’ll get you a new whip as soon as I can.”
                  On that note, Eboni excused herself and went into the house. When I thought Aeysha would be ecstatic, she was barely grateful.
                  “Thank you,” she hardly said.
                  “What’s wrong?”
                  She sighed and answered,