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“Give me this shit!” Throwing the belt behind me I grabbed her wrist, held them above her head, and pushed my knee between her thighs. “Fuck you got going on?” I barked. “And what I tell you ‘bout hitting me with that damn belt.”
“You so full of shit Julius. How could you embarrass me like that?”
“I embarrassed you. You ain’t never fucking thought that.”
“Yeah, you dummy! How could you put my business out there like that?”
“The same way you fucked that nigga!” I bellowed. “Fuck is you saying yo? You did this shit! TWICE!”
Tears pooled in Nariah’s eyes, making me loosen the hold I had on her wrist. “Don’t tell me yo hard ass ‘bout to sit up here and cry?”
“Leave me alone, Julius?”
Sitting back on my knees I pulled Nariah into me. “Bruh don’t cry. Aight. I ain’t mean to make you feel a way. And if it make you feel better, I wrote that the night you told me.”
“It doesn’t make it right Julius.” She fretted.
“I ain’t saying it to make it right. I’m just letting you know I did it cause I was mad.”
“You know how many times I’ve been mad at you? Have I ever did some shit like that?”
“Nigga.” I drawled and cocked my head to the side. “So, you ain’t get on live and tell the world I was a trick and had Tamia played her part her rent prolly would’ve still been getting paid.” When she ain’t say shit I asked again. “That wasn’t you twin?”
“It’s the truth ain’t it.” She bleated, making me laugh.
“Not the point Nariah.” Using the back of my hand I wiped the tears from her face. “I know you did that shit with Flocco to get a reaction out of me. I ain’t understand the shit then but the more I sit and think ‘bout it I’m realizing had I kept it a stack we wouldn’t even be in this predicament.
When you asked me ‘bout Tamia I should’ve kept it funky with you then, but I wasn’t ready for you to walk away. So, I lied ‘cause I ain’t think the shit was ever gone come out.”
“But it did Julius. You know how bad that shit hurt me. We’re not eighteen and twenty-two no more. We got a kid. At some point we gotta grow up and stop playing games.”
“You right. I’m not gon’ even argue with you.” Dropping my shoulders I clapped my hands together. “I fucked up and it really ain’t nothing I can say to make this shit better. I could sit here and act like I’mma be okay with you moving on to another nigga but I’m not. Will I try to be? Maybe so. Do it and find out.”
“Julius.” She groaned.
My eyebrows dipped. “Shit you want me to lie. I’mma ease up off you though. Let you do yo thang.”
“Are you really?”
“So, you want another nigga, Nariah?”
“See.” She sucked her teeth.
“I’m fucking with ya.” I smirked. “Like I said I prolly got ‘bout three-four more crash outs in me before I get the picture.”
As much as it bothered me to say this shit, I knew I had to. I couldn’t keep whooping niggas ass behind Nariah. I would never stay out of jail. I had to think ‘bout my jit. I would forever love her ass but if I had to let her go in order for us to survive, I was willing to put my pride to the side and do just that.
“You gon always have my heart. You gave me my seed, Nariah. I’mma always put you above the rest of them bitches. If another nigga is what you want, then you got my blessing.”
Nariah palmed my forehead and stared at me. “Are you sick?”
“Nawl. But I know I’m ‘bout to be.” I chuckled. “Especially when you get a boyfriend. I’mma be sick as a bitch.”
“I’m notlookingfor a boyfriend, Julius.”
“Them muthafuckas sholl looking for you. Tell Dip I’mma let him ride.”
“Well.” Nariah huffed. “I think last night was it for him. He texted me and said we need to put us on ice.”