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“ W e can easily run up in that bitch and snatch her ass the fuck out,” Perc handed me the blunt back.

“Nah, they’ll get our ass for kidnapping for sho.” I put the phone back to my ear to see if she would answer.

Since my money and drugs went missing, I put a tracker on both of her cars.

Blessyn lied and told me she was going to her mama house to chill and wait for Merci to get home.

She lied which let me know she lied about stealing from me too.

As far as I knew, Capone wasn’t in the dope game so who the fuck did she give my shit to?

I sat behind my tint and watched them through the restaurant window.

The nigga had the same look in his eyes that I did when I was around Blessyn.

She was something special, but I was starting to see another side of her.

Perc was already on go but I wouldn’t let him.

Capone wasn’t my enemy right now. I couldn’t knock a nigga that wanted to be with Blessyn, she was the shit.

I fucked a bitch while we were on break so if she wanted to get her pussy busted by another nigga, I gotta take that.

My issue was my goddamn dope and money. I gave her every opportunity to tell me the truth and I still felt like she lied.

The other thing that got under my skin was she dumped my son off on her mama to come and be with another nigga. When she left the house, she could’ve left him there with me. That should’ve told me she was about to be on some fuck shit but I had a little too much trust in her.

“We gotta get outta here before she sees your car.”

“She too into that nigga to even notice her surroundings. They into each other for sure.”

We both sat and watched as Capone pulled out his card to pay for the meal.

Blessyn finally pulled her phone out and looked like she was clearing out her notification.

I took this time to call her again just to see what the fuck she was going to do.

My blood started boiling when she hit the ignore button.

“Perc let me hold your gun ‘cause I know you got one,” I reached my hand out towards him to place it in my hand.

“Nigga nah, you ain’t had a gun in years now. I know how the fuck you feel but you cannot do whatever you thinking about doing here. Should’ve been dragged her ass outta there. Could’ve been home by now.”

I started my car and headed to get my son and go home to wait for her lying ass to get home.

She showed me how she really got down. My fucking feeling was fucked up at the moment and if I didn’t go get my son, then I was liable to beat her ass when she got home.

Not because she was with that nigga, it was the fact that she didn’t have enough respect for me to answer my calls.

Before she walked in the house, my son was bathed, fed and in his bedroom.

I had me a nice blunt rolled with Jay-Z filling the speaker’s downstairs where I sat with my feet kicked up on my oak table as the television displayed Blessyn stuffing the bags with my drugs.

Looking at my watch when I heard her car pull up, it was damn near ten.

I shut the video down and turned the television on.

She left the house this morning with my son, and we hadn’t talked since she left despite the fact, I’ve called her several times.

“Why are you smoking in the house?” She entered the den.

I put the remote down and didn’t look back at her. Leaning up, I put my blunt out and ran my hand over my waves. She hated when I smoked in any area that Kani was in. Usually I was in my office, outside or in a spare bedroom.

“Where you been? You told me you were going to your mama house to chill but you dropped my fuckin’ son off and ran off. Where were you?”

“I went out. Do I bother you when you go do your thing?”

I got up from the sofa and rushed her. “I respect your ass enough to answer my goddamn phone though. Even if I was knee deep in some pussy, I’m answering if it’s you. We not on the same page ‘bout a fuck ass thang.”

She pushed me back out of her face, but I slapped her hand away. I wanted to wrap my hand around her fucking neck.

“I was out with Capone. Our son was fine at my mama house.”

“Is that who you wanna be with?”

“I don’t know what I want right now, Lucky.”

“Cool. I’mma take Kani with me for a few days until you decide what you want.”

“What the fuck does my son have to do with this? If you think taking him is going to make me pick your ass? You got me fuck all the way up. I’ve been doing just fine without you. Since I’ve been with you, it’s been problem after damn problem.”

“You right, my son don’t have to help you make your decision but what it will do is help you prioritize. Don’t you ever in yo fuckin’ life take my son out the house with me so you can go spend the day with another nigga. Go fuck that muthafucka but leave my son with me. With your dumb ass.”

“Fuck you! Stop sweating me like we gon’ be together and then you won’t be crying like a damn bitch. Just be honest and say you jealous.”

“Of what? An older nigga? Nigga I got just as much as him if not more. Take yo ass on over there with him and get them worms. Bitch old enough to be yo daddy damn near. You better make sure the nigga ain’t yo daddy before you give that pussy up.”

I left her ass standing there while I went upstairs to get my son.

I should have stayed my ass where the fuck I was at and never fucked her ass again, but I loved her, I couldn’t hide that shit.

I knew I loved her because I hadn’t said shit about her stealing from me.

A nigga just wanted her to be honest, but she couldn’t do it, and it hurt.

“Since you are taking him, when can I come and get him back?”

“Whenever you want to. Just make sure he’s first on your mind.”

“Are you saying I’m not a good mother because I went on a date?”

“Nah, you said it. Not me.”

“What the fuck you want from me, Lucky? You want pussy, I give it to you. You wanna stay in the house to be around your son, I let you. What the fuck else you want?” She threw her arms up.

“I want you, Bless. You don’t get it do you?

I fuckin’ want you. Fuck everything else, you two are who I want.

The nigga got you open right now and you on a high that I can’t save you from.

Enjoy that shit though. Remember, you used to be the same way ‘bout me. Maybe he’ll treat you better and ain’t holdin’ no secrets. ”