Page 39 of He Thugged Me First

MAZZIER - A FEW WEEKS LATER

L ife had found itself moving along and leaving me to bother with my own shit.

Somehow I had looked up and my life was a fucking mess when I thought I had everything figured out.

I thought I knew all that I wanted, but two brushes with death had me moving differently.

Shit, it had me on another level. Nobody had to tell me, I knew I was fucking up at first, but now here I was trying to get my shit together.

That night at the bar opened my eyes, now I was going to meet with that old friend, Johnson.

It took him a while to get back to me because he was now a political figure and all of that, but he had requested we meet this afternoon after I did my routine breakfast with Dolly.

At this point she was the only way I heard anything about Gayze, because she's stopped talking to me. That night at the hospital I felt like she had something to say to me, but she didn’t.

At this point I was sticking to my guns though.

I didn’t have the time or mental capacity to be chasing her.

She’d get over whatever it was soon or later.

After I dropped Mel off at school and promised to be the one picking her up, I dropped by Dolly’s house. To my surprise my sister’s truck was parked out in front. Once I got out of the car, I continued up on the porch and walked into her open door.

“What did I tell you about this door, old lady?” I asked walking into the living room where Dolly and Mecca sat in the halfway packed up home. I had to be missing something because her home was halfway packed up into boxes.

“What I tell you about that old lady word, boy?” she looked my way before picking up her house shoe and tossing it at me. Her old ass was spicy and had been that way my whole life.

“Now yeen getting it back.”

She laughed.

“What’s all this?” I asked, looking around.

“I’m moving.” She smiled. She seemed so excited about it but had yet to mention where she was going.

“With who, Jameson? Ma tell me yeen let one of them people over the internet talk you out of ya?—”

“Boy hush!” she continued to giggle at me.

“She’s moving in with Gauze.” My sister smiled. I could tell she had some animosity toward me when she said Gayze’s name.

“We went house shopping a few weeks back, then she closed yesterday. Her man friend took her and I out, and it was nice.” Dolly smiled my way as I took a seat on the sofa next to her.

She had lost me when she said something about a man friend, then leave it to my sister to be messy.

“She must’ve finally found somebody who will do right by her and not wait until she comes around to his way of life.

Hmph, good for her.” Mecca had the biggest smile on her face.

She knew what the fuck she was doing. I glanced down at the coffee table, seeing Dolly’s phone before I picked it up.

I knew for a fact the old woman didn’t have a passcode on it so I just opened it up.

When I did, I went straight to Nadeen’s contact before I pressed dial and put the phone to my ear.

“Yeah, GG.” Nadeen answered on the first ring.

“Send me Gayze’s location.”

“Who is this?” Nadeen asked, realizing it wasn’t Dolly.

“Mazz, now drop the pin.” I hung the phone up and waited for her to send the location.

“What are you about to do Mazzier?” Mecca asked, now with a serious expression but a smile in her big ass eyes.

“She wanted a nigga to chase her right, well she has that.” As soon as Dolly’s phone dinged in my lap, I picked it up and copied the address to myself. Once I was finished I sat her phone back down before standing to my feet.

“That right, baby boy! Go get your girl, but the next time you hurt my baby it’ll be me you and that .38. So hear me now, don’t go bothering her if yeen serious or I swear it’ll be hell to tell the captain.”

The address I pulled up to was where she came out of her therapist’s office a few months back, so I knew it well.

I was tempted to stay downstairs and wait on her to get out, but I was pissed.

I didn’t give a damn about her finishing her appointment.

The thought of her moving on had me sick.

I had been getting by leaving her alone and leaving her out of my thoughts when I could, but shit wasn’t right and I couldn’t take it.

I couldn’t fathom another nigga loving or touching her the way I should’ve been.

Females didn’t get it, they could take much more than we could, and it was a proven fact at this point.

When I walked into the building, I already knew what floor she was on because I’d heard her complaining about the stairs to the sixth floor and them bothering her edges.

I was about to walk toward the elevator, but quickly decided against it because it would take too long, so I took the stairs.

When I reached the top floor, I walked straight into the waiting room. I didn’t even stop at the receptionist desk. I walked right into what I assumed was her therapy session.

She looked up at me and I could see nothing but confusion on her face.

“So, this is what we do?” I asked, mugging her pretty ass right where she sat.

“What are you talking about? What are you doin?—”

“Nah, fuck that you tryna move on, huh?” I asked, watching her eyes travel from me to the woman sitting behind the desk. When she didn’t answer right away I shook my head before closing the door and taking a seat. Since she wanted to have therapy, this is exactly what we were about to have.

We sat in silence for a few seconds, before she spoke. “What do you expect from me, Mazzier?”

When I glanced over at her, she was looking straight ahead at the therapist. “I expected for yo ass to talk to me, to let me fix where I fucked up. But now I don’t expect shit, I know what the fuck is gonna happen.

You can tell Ms. Therapist lady over there that yeen listening to her no more, that you’re bringing yo motherfucking ass home, unless you wanna make this a couples therapy session every week. ”

“Nothing is?—”

“Fuck outta here, you make this shit difficult. It was easy for your pinhead ass to move on, right?” I was grilling her ass, so she dared not to look in my direction.

“What have you done, Mazzier? You had bitches at the?—”

“What the fuck was I supposed to say, Gayze? I’m just supposed to walk around this bitch chasing you until you’re ready to forgive me?”

“Yes! I at least expected that.”

“Well, this me chasing yo ass, but it stops right fucking here. You might as well tell Ms. Know-It-All Lady over there that this is ya last time telling her all our business. I’m fucking sorry, and this shit ain’t happening again.”

She looked over at me and I could see the questioning all in her eyes. “The bitches?”

“I’ll give ‘em all their walking papers.” I said with finality.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“You don’t, but you know I love you enough to get my shit together and never let something like this happen again.”

It didn’t take long for us to finish our couples therapy session and now we were on the elevator and she looked too deep in her thoughts.

“I meant all that I said, Gayze.”

She turned around and looked at me before nodding her head in agreement. “I know you did.

I reached out and pulled her into me before kissing her forehead. “You drove here or walked?”

“Walked, I needed the?—”

“Take a ride with me.” I demanded as the elevator opened.

She nodded her head, and we walked off the elevator toward where my car was illegally parked. I opened her door for her, before going over and getting in on my side. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch or anything, but this felt so right. All of this felt like it was how it was supposed to be.

I drove toward the local pub that Johnson asked me to meet him at and parked in the parking lot. “I need to meet somebody, Imma be quick then we can do whatever you wanna do today until it’s time for me to pick up Mel.”

She looked up from her phone and nodded. Once we were both out of the car we walked into the Pub and took a seat in a booth closer to the door. “Who is that nigga you been giving ya time to?” I asked peering at her as she looked down at the menu.

She never looked up at me. “It isn’t that deep. He lives in my building, we went on a few dates.”

I nodded my head. “It ain’t that deep, but you let him meet Dolly.”

“That wasn’t in the plans, she and I were on our way to close on a house when I got a blowout. He offered to come change the tire and we ended up going to dinner.” She explained.

“Well hit that nigga up and let him know he doesn’t need to change anymore tires.” I mugged her momentarily.

“Better question, how did you know where I was?” she peered at me with a questioning glare.

“None of ya fucking business, I found you though.” I wasn’t about to give up my source, never knowing when I needed her again.

“Then how did you know about dinner with Dolly? She persisted with the questions.

“Because I knew, damn.” I shook my head.

“Been a while.” I heard Johnson’s voice before I looked up at him. He smirked before taking a seat. “I thought you were leaving the game.”

“That’s until I looked up and had a nigga I knew nothing about coming for my head.” I cut my eyes from him to Gayze. “Johnson this is my lady, Gauze. Gauze this tight suit wearing motherfucker is my cousin on my rotten ass mama’s side.”

Gayze nodded toward Johnson as he did the same to her.

“What you got for me, Johnson?”

“Well from the picture you sent me a lot. Do you know Clay Afron?”

“Nah I don’t, should I?” I raised an eyebrow resting my hand on Gayze’s exposed thigh. It was damn near cold as fuck out here, but she was wearing a jean skirt. We’d definitely talk about this later and I didn’t give a damn if she was wearing a long jacket also.

“I mean yeah, considering the fact that he is your brother’s father.”

“What brother?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. I was tired of hearing about a brother I had never seen.