Read Online The Plug's Daughter by Nika Michelle - Free Book Online

sneakers, so I figured she’d came to fight. There was a scratch under her left eye, so I figured it had already gone down.
                  “Shit,” I said under my breath.
                  Dame’s baby mama Arica showed up at the door with a busted lip, but that time instead of a knife, she had a .45 in her hand.
                  “I’m so fuckin’ sick of yo’ bitches Dame!” Tears were streaming down her cheeks and my heart started to beat a mile a minute.
                  Suddenly she pointed the gun at him and it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion.
                  “Put the gun down Arica,” I said in a soothing voice.
                  She looked at me, but her eyes were empty. She was the first baby mama; the one he’d been with him since high school.
                  “Keys?” She said my name like it was a question as her bottom lip quivered. “What you doing here?”
                  There was a slight smile on her face when she spotted me and I was hoping that I’d distracted her.
                  “Put the gun down ma. It ain’t worth it. Think about DJ.” I figured that mentioning their son would give her some clarity about the situation.
                  She laughed and that shit not only sounded evil, but it was like she was really genuinely amused.
                  “I’m so tired of your boy’s bullshit Keys.” She wiped her eyes with her free hand. “All I do is ride for his ass and all his sorry, trifling ass can do is cheat on me and make babies and shit!”
                  POW! POW!
                  Arica let off a couple rounds in the air after she stepped out on the porch.
                  “Get the fuck outta here bitch, ‘fore I shoot yo’ triflin’ ass!”
                  The chick skedaddled to the car that I’d parked behind and I rushed to go move my ride. I was on the street and she was pulling out of the driveway when Arica started shooting again.
                  POW! POW! POW!
                  She was aiming at old girl’s tires because she wanted to stop her escape. I had counted five shots so far. That .45 had a few more rounds left and I hoped she’d stop shooting before somebody really got hurt. It was a good thing the chick got away and Dame had finally talked Arica into giving him the gun.
                  “I should’ve shot yo’ ass!” She yelled at him. “I just wanted to get that bitch, ‘cause I can always get you later nigga!”
                  I gave Dame a look and shook my head. It wasn’t out of sympathy. Honestly, it was that “I told you so” look. He’d already been through enough drama and bullshit with Arica and I couldn’t understand why she stayed with him. Damian Jr. didn’t deserve to see his parents fighting twenty four seven. He was four years old, but he knew what was going on. His daughter Damisha was four months old and of course her mother, baby mama number two Deliah, was going through it too.
                  I stepped into the house and followed my best friend to the basement. Arica had gone upstairs to keep fuming I guess. All I knew was, I didn’t want to be in that nigga’s position. I’d had my situation with Elena, but it was nothing like that.
                  “Wow man, that shit could’ve ended bad as fuck.  Somebody might report them gun shots.”
                  Dame shook his head and lit a blunt that was in the ashtray. “I know nigga. You ain’t gotta tell me. Let that bitch handle that.”
                  I shook my head at his reference to Arica as a bitch. “That chick was bad as hell though. Who the fuck was that?”
                  Don’t get me wrong, Arica was bad too. She was about 5’3, nice curvy