Page 5 of No Remedy for Love

“Really Kerri? It ain’t deep for you to try to prove a point.

” Kiva rolled her eyes in disgust. That was a time in her life that she hated the most. It was bad enough that her nigga left her for the next bitch.

It was a slap in the face to keep hearing how he was out there beefing with other niggas behind her.

“Girl, you already know how negative Kerri is about everything. Look, Mav is over there talking to my husband.” Nessa discreetly pointed to where Mav and her husband were standing.

Kiva didn’t say anything because she already knew where he was.

Just like her cousin, she was watching him too.

Nessa walked away from her cousins for a minute to go make sure that her husband was good on food and drinks.

She was happy that none of them followed her because Mav was starting up his bullshit already.

“Nah, nigga, lil sis is good so let her be,” OJ said when his wife walked up and wrapped her arm around his waist.

“Damn bruh, I was just going say hello.” Mav raised his hands in the air like he was innocent.

“Do you really think that’s a good look though, Mav? Your girl is right over there,” Nessa interjected.

Admittedly, Mav was handsome with his pale colored skin tone that was littered with tattoos.

His honey-blonde dipped locs stayed freshly twisted and styled to perfection.

He and Kiva were both label whores so he always stayed fly.

He was tall and fine as fuck, making a lot of bitches in the hood want him and envy Kiva for having him.

If Mav was doing her cousin dirty, she never knew of it or he was damn good at hiding it.

Remi was the only other woman that she knew of him dealing with, and he couldn’t seem to walk away.

But Kiva was a bad bitch in her own way too.

Her body wasn’t as sick as Remi’s but her sexy slim figure and pretty face turned a lot of heads.

She could walk the runway with any model and give them a run for their money.

Kiva was tall like Mav, but he still towered over her.

She wore her hair in so many different ways, it was hard to pinpoint her signature style.

“Man, y’all talking like a nigga is tryna wife Remedy or some shit. She just lost her pops and I wanted to give my condolences. Reid was a hood legend so it’s only right,” Mav said, interrupting the temporary silence.

“Yeah, I hear you. Remi is grown so I can’t tell her what to do, but don’t go trying to get my lil sis caught up in your bullshit. You and Kiva got y’all family already. Let Remi go so she can move on and do the same.”

OJ voiced his opinion but he knew how shit like that went though.

He could talk until he lost oxygen and niggas were still gonna do whatever they wanted to do.

He was never thrilled about Mav and Remi being together because he was six years older than she was.

He, just like his brothers, assumed that Mav was gonna take advantage of their little sister, but they were all wrong.

Remi had always been a little firecracker and she gave Mav a run for his money.

She didn’t take no shit and she had that nigga chasing her all over the hood.

He even tried to chase her to Arizona, but she wasn’t with it.

Eventually, Mav got back with Kiva and made things work with her.

Everybody always said that she was stupid for dealing with him again after how he shitted on her with Remi.

Kiva was good people but she couldn’t help that she still loved him.

Her and Mav were a power couple now and they were doing the damn thing.

OJ knew that Remi could handle herself but he still didn’t want her to get caught up with Mav again.

After putting her life on hold to take care of her father, she deserved happiness and he didn’t see Mav being the man to give it to her.

Remi and Lollie were family, and he and his brothers love and treated them as such.

When their parents got divorced, he and his brothers were young.

For as long as he could remember, their mother always suffered with bouts of depression.

Their father stood by her side and helped her to get the help that she needed.

Things were going good for a while until their mother began to drink.

It started out as an occasional glass of wine at night to relax, and she swore that it helped her to sleep.

After a while, it went from a glass a day to a bottle a day.

Before long, she had turned into a full-fledged alcoholic.

Their father, once again, tried to get her some help but she kept refusing.

Omar Sr. finally had enough of watching his wife drink herself to death.

He packed up his boys and moved in with his mother until he could find a permanent place of his own.

He filed for divorce and things got ugly after that.

OJ still never understood how the courts took them from the loving home that their father provided and placed them back with their mother.

Apparently, her family got her sober enough to make it happen and the courts fell for it.

They went from living with their father fulltime to seeing him every other weekend.

He wasn’t giving up without a fight and he had a lawyer working on his behalf.

In the meantime, Omar Sr. decided to re-enter the dating scene.

He was introduced to Lollie by a mutual friend and they hit it off instantly.

After dating for only four months, Omar had moved in with the young single mother of one who captured his heart.

Once again, he was happy but that didn’t last very long.

He was out with Lollie one night when he got the call that he had been dreading for years.

His first love and mother to his sons had drank herself to death just like he’d predicted.

His mother-in-law tried to take his boys home with her but he wasn’t having it.

Omar packed his boys up and took them to the place that he now called home.

Although they’d met his girlfriend and her daughter before, OJ and his brothers were terrified to go live with her.

They expected Lollie to shun them and slam the door in their faces.

Instead, she told their father that they needed a bigger house so that they would have more room and be more comfortable.

His father knew right then that she was the one.

Lollie had a three bedroom house with only one unoccupied room.

Tracy and Remi hit it off the very first time they met, so they ended up sharing a room.

OJ and his other two brothers stayed in the spare bedroom and they couldn’t be happier.

Three months later, Omar and Lollie were married and they all moved into the six bedroom home that he’d purchased.

Lollie rented out her previous home to have a little extra income for the family.

She made it known from day one that Omar’s boys would be treated the same as her daughter and she was true to her word.

They never felt like strangers and the love was always real.

Calling her their mother came natural since she behaved and treated them as such.

Their love for her only increased over the years, especially when their father had a massive stroke.

His entire left side was paralyzed, but that was nothing that his wife couldn’t handle.

She took great care of Omar for three years up until the day that he succumbed to another stroke while in the hospital.

Tracy now used Lollie’s first house as an office for her various businesses.

Mav tried to mask his anger upon hearing OJ mention Remi moving on.

He was selfish as fuck, seeing as how he was already in a committed relationship.

Kiva was his baby and things were different now than they were before when he left her to be with Remi.

He had much more to lose now but he knew that staying away wouldn’t be easy.

At one time, Remi held his heart in the palm of her hands.

The years away helped him to get over her, or so he thought.

Seeing her on social media was one thing because she was so many miles away.

Now that he was seeing her in the flesh, those old feelings seemed to be trying to resurface.

She used to come and visit New Orleans all the time but she never stayed very long.

Once she saw her family, she was on the next flight back to her father.

He used to always hear that she was there but he never had the privilege of seeing her.

Mav didn’t know if she was just in town to bury her father or if she was back for good.

Even still, he couldn’t see himself leaving his family for another woman.

He wasn’t a saint by a long shot but he kept his wrongdoings away from Kiva and the hood.

Thankfully, he had been successful in doing so and never got caught up in no bullshit.

“I’m just going give my condolences and keep it pushing,” Mav swore as he walked away.

He stopped and talked to a few people that he was cool with and hadn’t seen in a while.

Reid had niggas who moved out of the hood years ago catching flights to pay their last respects to a man who often kept food on their table.

He wasn’t really interested in playing catch up but he wanted to play it off as much as he could.

He didn’t want his girl to think he was trying to get close to his ex but that was exactly what he was doing.

“What’s up boy?” Ferris asked when Mav walked over towards him. They gave each other a fist pound before Ferris passed him the blunt.

“They sent our boy out in style man.” Mav pulled from the blunt, and Ferris nodded in agreement.

“Yeah man, Unc is really gonna be missed. That nigga was like a second father to me and I loved him for it.”