Page 31 of Pieces of Us
“ T hat’s him right there.” Megan pointed to the group of boys by the basketball court in the park.
“A’ight. Y’all remember what I told y’all right?”
“Yes, sir,” Meg replied.
“What about you, Rudy?”
“I’m always down to ride, Uncle Hemi,” Rudy replied.
“Cool. Y’all mask up.”
Megan and Rudy pulled their masks down as I came to a slow creep then stopped. The little fucker just looked like he was plotting to cause trouble.
“Mom’s going to be so mad.” Megan giggled.
“What she don’t know won’t hurt her. We ride at dawn for ours. On gang?”
“On gang,” they replied, dapping my fist.
“Go run down on that nigga.”
Megan and Rudy exited the car and walked with confidence toward the group. One of them must have peeped them because he began backing away as the others began to follow. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he must have been confused.
When he turned around, Megan took her steel-toed boot and kicked in directly in his family jewels, then Rudy followed up with an uppercut with the brass knuckles on her fingers.
Seth hit the ground with blood gushing from his mouth, while holding both his little nuts and his mouth.
Rudy did a hop and stomped down on his hip, then she and Megan ran back to our getaway car, got inside, and I pulled off.
Megan stuck her head out of the window as we rode by him.
“On gang, lil bitch!”
“Yoooo!” I laughed as I bent the corner. “Y’all moms are going to murder me.”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?” Megan smirked at me as I pulled off her mask, kissed her forehead, and laughed.
Yeah, I was going to get my ass kicked for this.
Morgan
November
“I’m a gangsta, but off liquor, I’ma throw this ass fa sho!” Shelby yelled in excitement as we partied on the yacht in Turks.
“I’m about to push her ass off this boat,” Nehemiah said as I laughed.
“Leave her alone. It’s her birthday,” I told him with my arms wrapped around his waist.
Chelsea, Shanice, and Drue were huddled around her, hyping her up.
My mom was at the villa with the girls, while Nehemiah, Chelsea, Shelby, Shanise, Lawrence, two of Nehemiah’s colleagues, Martel and Brandon, and his cousins, Ruger and Jaxson, and their wives joined us on the yacht.
Shelby was turning twenty-nine tomorrow, and she had been turned up since Wednesday when we left.
Since Thanksgiving was approaching, we decided we were going to extend the vacation and celebrate the holiday here. Although I loved to see the snow around the holidays, I didn’t mind spending it in the sun this time around.
“She’s doing that shit on purpose, trying to get Brandon’s attention. I’ma fuck her little ass up.”
“Do you not want your sisters to find love, Hemi?”
“No.”
I laughed. “Well, that’s too bad. You can’t expect them to be alone forever. At least if she does kick it with him, he’s not a broke man or sells drugs.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“Hers this time.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, pinching my ass cheek.
“Oh, now you want to abuse me?”
“Just that pussy, mama.”
“Oh my God!” I laughed as I looked out at the setting sun.
It had been months since everything had transpired. That one day in May when I caught my ex-husband cheating had created some type of good and bad omen. The year of 2024 had revealed so much. I knew it was only God working to remove the demons out of my life and to allow my angel to return.
There was a buzz going around on social media saying that Katt Williams had set this year off, spilling truth serum around the world from his interview with Shannon Sharpe. I believed that wholeheartedly.
Six months ago, everything that I had been blindsided by had finally began to reveal itself.
Pastor Gioni Prescott had been catching hell from every which way.
He had lost 70 percent of his followers, had to sell the home out in Troy, Michigan, moved back to Detroit, and lost his family.
My mom hadn’t spoken to him since Megan’s birthday party, and neither had Drue and I.
I loved my father, but what he’d done to me and allowed to happen between me and Justin wouldn’t allow even the God-fearing part of me to accept what he’d done.
I still prayed for him. Even after all his wrongdoing, I still loved him and wanted the best for him.
Megan and Mariah still loved their grandpa, so I made it happen to where they went to visit him twice a week, but they could never set foot back inside his church.
Papa Cole had finally retired from the drug game and had him a girlfriend whose name was Kym.
She was a Pilates instructor and in her late forties.
My girls adored her…I felt like they adored any damn body, though.
However, I was happy for him. They were also at the villa with the kids.
I just hoped my mom and Papa Cole behaved.
Jesus, kill the visual!
A few weeks after the incident with my baby, Drue, Chelsea, and I ran down on the Duprees. There was no way I wasn’t going to get my revenge on that ho, so I waited until she was heading out to wherever the fuck she was going, and me and my sisters beat her ass so bad she had to be hospitalized.
A few weeks after that situation, her son mysteriously got his ass beat too…and something told me that it had something to do with the man standing before me. I didn’t know who he had do it, but I honestly wasn’t mad about it as long as he didn’t do it himself. The Duprees moved shortly after that.
Justin still had his career, and he was doing good.
I guess he didn’t need to sell his dick to another man’s wife anymore since he had gotten back on his feet.
He was only allowed to have Mariah with supervision on the weekends.
I hated that for him, but it was what it was.
He left my baby in the hands of that evil woman, so he had to suffer the consequences behind that.
Mariah didn’t seem to have any ill will toward her father.
I was happy about that because I didn’t want them to lose the relationship they had with one another.
She loved her father, and knowing how detrimental the lack of a father’s presence was, I wanted my baby to have that relationship with him.
I was cordial with him for the sake of Mariah, but our friendship was completely done. I had my king by my side.
“Aye! Sit y’all asses down somewhere! And turn that ratchet ass shit off!” Ruger yelled, walking inside the yacht and cutting the music.
“Mekai! Would you stop it? Let them have their fun!” Kenzi scolded him.
“I don’t want to see my little cousin out here shaking ass in front of these niggas.”
“Come here. Let me talk to you for a minute.” Kenzi stepped inside the yacht, pulling him down the stairs. I laughed at her little self pulling him away.
“That’s right, Kenz! Get his ass together! Ruining my damn fun!” Shelby mused.
“You a soft ass nigga now, Ru!” Nehemiah yelled after him and chuckled.
“Y’all need someone to make y’all hard asses turn soft,” Shani jested.
Lawrence leaned over and whispered in her ear as she blushed. Those two—well Shani—was trying to hide their little relationship from us, but I had already peeped their game.
“Aye, can everybody gather around please? I have an announcement to make,” Nehemiah said, pulling me to the center of the deck.
Everyone gathered around, then I heard the soft sounds of a cello strumming the tune of “If This World Were Mine” by Luther Vandross and Cheryl Lynn. I glanced up on the top deck and saw Megan up there playing her cello in shock.
She’s supposed to be at the villa!
Nehemiah stepped in front of me, taking my hands, and kissing my knuckles.
“My Morgan, my Mo Boogie, my heart, my soul, my life…I don’t even know where to start or how to explain the insurmountable love I have for you.
How life had taken us in two totally different directions, but somehow still kept us connected.
We may regret a lot of things, but one thing we can never regret is our love for one another.
Morgan, as I looked back on all that I’d accomplished, I realized I have yet to accomplish my main goal. ”
He got down on one knee, and I was no more good. My palm came to my face as I bawled as if someone shot me. All the heartache, lonely nights, depression, and longing I’d endured over the years came rushing out of me.
“Awww, it’s okay, Morgan,” Drue said, wrapping her arms around me.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long…I never thought it would come.”
“No more dreaming, baby. I’m turning all your dreams into reality from here on out.
God doesn’t make mistakes, Mo. I knew you were mine when we locked eyes on that field.
Chels told me to stop being a wimp and come holla at you, and from that point on, you are and were the only woman I wanted.
That cool ass, genius kid we created that’s playing the soundtrack to our love is how I knew the Big Man knew what He was doing. He brought you back to me.”
“He did, and I’m so happy…like genuinely happy.”
“And that’s all I want for you—for us. The pieces of us that led to this moment. Morgan Anissa Prescott—”
“Yes! Fucking yes, Nehemiah!”
“Boogie! Let him finish.” Chelsea tittered.
“Fuck all that,” I said as everyone laughed.
Nehemiah pulled the ring from his shirt pocket, and he opened the box. Inside sat a Now+Forever oval-cut diamond that I knew for sure cost a grip. My eyes sparkled along with the diamond as he slid it out of the box and onto my finger.
“Eek!” I screeched and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He stood, lifting me with him as we kissed like long lost lovers. The tune kicked up some as my eyes went to my baby girl in her zone.
“Aye! Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it’s hot!” Shelby started.
“If this world was mine, I’d take your dreams and make ’em multiply,” Chelsea followed.
“If this world was mine I’d take your enemies in front of God, introduce ’em to that light, hit them strictly wit’ that fa!” Drue added.
“Fa fa, fa fa fa, fa fa… fa!” Everyone yelled out as Nehemiah and I looked at each other, shook our heads, and fell over laughing.
“I love you, Boogie.”
“I love you more, Booby.”
“Boogie and Booby forever.”
“Forever and always.”
The End