Page 28 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani
Shanna
I was furious. I was sick of Jersey and his shit. He could flaunt that hoe in my face, but I couldn’t live my life. Granted, I didn’t want to be with Kirby like that, but he didn’t need to know that. Speaking of his ass, I had a bone to pick with him.
“What the fuck was that? Why would you blurt out that I was pregnant like that?”
“You act like you scared to tell the nigga or some shit. He grabbing all on you and shit!”
“And you let him! I haven’t even told my son yet, and you just aired the shit out! Let’s go. I’m not even hungry anymore.” I headed back out the door and went straight to the car. I had lost my appetite, and it was all this nigga’s fault.
“Why you always gotta be so damn dramatic. That nigga don’t give a fuck whether you’re pregnant or not.”
“What did he mean by saying you wouldn’t live to see your kid come into the world?
You got something you wanna tell me?” I’d been hearing around that Jersey and his brothers got robbed a while back and they didn’t know who did it.
This nigga was real invested in my baby daddy.
I just hope for his sake that he had nothing to do with it.
“He’s just fucking hating that you having my baby now, that’s all. A real nigga done showed up, and he can’t stand it.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me. I wasn’t buying not one bit of it though.
“Yeah, if you say so. I just hope that you don’t have anything to do with the shit I’m hearing out here in these streets. You wanna play like you so big and bad, but Jersey ain’t that nigga to play with.”
“Fuck that nigga! He ain’t shit! When I kill his ass, we’ll see what you have to say then.”
I couldn’t believe that he was sitting his ass in the next seat, telling me he had plans on killing my baby daddy.
I didn’t know what he thought I was gonna do with that information, but I knew I was gonna tell Jersey.
If I showed my loyalty, he’d see I was the one he should be wifing up.
That stripper hoe had better count her days, because I was coming for my baby daddy.
If that meant I had to cross the other one, then so be it.
***
Tasha had been locked up in her room as usual since she’d been home from the hospital.
I stayed out her way because I had my own shit going on.
I wasn’t completely insensitive, since she was still staying here.
I just didn’t feel like I should let anyone come in and mess my life up when I had it so easy.
That shit was hard to come ’round. I lucked up and trapped a nigga like Jersey, and I wasn’t about to let another person fuck me out my sweet spot.
I decided to call Jersey, but he didn’t answer the phone, so I texted him.
Me: I need to talk to you…it’s important.
Baby Daddy: We ain’t got shit to talk about, bruh.
Me: Look…I think you would wanna hear this…It’s about Kirby.
Baby Daddy: Tf is a Kirby?
Me: My dude…listen, I got some shit you gonna wanna hear.
Baby Daddy: Aight, meet me at my condo in an hour.
Me: Ok
I felt accomplished knowing that Jersey was willing to hear me out. I was gonna make sure to make the best of it. I went to knock on my sister’s door to check and make sure that she didn’t need anything.
“You okay in here?” I walked into the room, and she was lying in bed, looking at TV.
“I’m fine,” she insisted.
“Look, if you nee—”
“I said I was fine!” she snapped. I left it alone because it was clear she didn’t want to be bothered. I backed out the room and got ready to go see Jersey. Hopefully, after I told him what I knew, he would reward me.
***
I pulled up to Jersey’s condo and parked in one of the visitor spots. Sauntering through the parking lot, I took the stairs to his unit. After a few seconds, the door flew open with my fine ass baby daddy on the opposite side.
“You gone come in or stand out there?” He snapped me out of my thoughts with his rudeness, but I wouldn’t lie and say that wasn’t one of the things I loved about him. I stepped inside and waited for him to join me.
“Talk.” He got straight to the point.
“Can we go in the back and talk?” I tried my hand at asking.
“Nah. You can talk right here or get the fuck out.” I could tell that he was irritated, so I wasn’t gonna push it. I took a seat on the couch while he opted to sit opposite of me. He motioned his hands as if to tell me to go ahead.
“I heard around that somebody robbed y’all. I think Kirby had something to do with it. He’s been moving real funny lately, and when I come around, he’ll rush to get off the phone,” I revealed.
“How long has he been moving funny?” he probed.
“I didn’t pay it any attention until recently. I went to his house when he came back from outta town. As I was leaving, a dude was leaving, and I heard him call him Honcho. He didn’t know I heard him though.”
“You know where this nigga stay?”
“Yeah. He has an apartment out in Riverdale. I’m assuming that’s where he stays when he’s in town.”
“Where he from?”
“Alabama. I’m not sure where exactly. He never talked about his family. I just know he has a brother,” I disclosed.
“Aight. I ’preciate it.” He got up like he was dismissing me.
“Wait. That’s it? You ’preciate it? That’s all you gotta say?”
“What did you expect? Oh, you wanted me to repay you with dick?” He looked at me with an amused look on his face, which pissed me off.
“I mean, yeah. You should be glad that I put you up on game about this nigga. I’m pretty sure your lil’ girlfriend ain’t bothering to help you.”
“That ain’t her fucking place, and you need to learn yours.
You only told me this shit so that you could feel like I owed you some shit, not for my well-being.
Everything that you just told me I already knew.
What you failed to mention was his wife and baby mama back in Alabama and his three kids.
I guess he forgot to reveal that lil’ bit of information to you.
” I stood there shocked at what he had just divulged to me.
Holding my head up high, I said my peace and left.
“Fuck you, Jersey. That ain’t got shit to do with me. I just hope you be prepared for whatever that nigga brings your way.” I slammed the door for dramatic effect. I didn’t have time to play with these niggas. They could kill each other for all I cared.