Page 35 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Jersey

The niggas were dumb and fucking predictable.

That nigga Moe went back to the house that we ran up on his bitch at.

How dumb can you be? His stupid ass tried to run and got met with the slugs from Memphis’s AK.

As for them niggas they sent to shoot at Houston, they should be rotting in hell by now.

We went through their hood and lit their fucking spot up.

This should be a lesson to these country ass muthafuckas to stay in their fucking lanes.

I knew killing Honcho would be easy because that nigga was dumb as fuck.

He thought getting close to my baby mama would work out in his favor.

What he failed to realize was that the bitch was still on my dick.

“You think we got all of them niggas?” Houston asked on the way back to the A.

“Hard to tell. Hopefully, we did, because I don’t have time to be killing niggas when I could be fucking my girl and making money. You never know though.” He nodded in agreement.

“We’ll just do what we do best and stay ready for these niggas. Ain’t no fucking threats ’round this bitch.” Memphis chimed in.

“You’re absolutely right. Now we have to focus on getting the truck yard back up and running.

That shit is about to set us back a grip.

Insurance can cover the building, but now we gotta find a way to move the fucking product.

” I was frustrated as fuck. We had the means to do the shit, but it was just the principle of it.

“We’ll get that shit done, bruh. Don’t sweat it,” Houston assured.

The rest of the ride, we passed blunts back and forth and made plans. It was about to get busy, just so that we could get back where we needed to be.

***

It was damn near four in the morning when I got back home. Instead of walking in to Mylani sleeping, she was up waiting for me.

“What you doing up?” I asked, shedding my clothes.

“I couldn’t sleep. I had to make sure that you were gonna walk back through that door.” This was why I loved this girl. She genuinely fucked with a nigga, and I appreciated the fuck outta her for that.

“I’m good, bae. You don’t need to be losing sleep, though. Jerz good?”

“Yes. He didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t want to alarm him. He spent most of the night playing his game until we watched a movie.”

“I bet his lil’ ass loved that shit. I done told him to ease up off my girl.”

She laughed at my statement, and so did I.

“Come on and take a shower with me. I’m tired as fuck, and I just wanna wash my ass, slide up in your sweet spot, and go the fuck to sleep.

You think you can handle that?” She nodded and followed me into the bathroom.

Tonight was one hell of a night, and I was glad the shit was over with.

Hopefully, that will be the last of the bullshit for a while.

***

I got up early the next morning so that I could go holla at Shanna.

I thought it was only right that I told her that her bitch ass baby daddy was dead.

I didn’t know what the fuck she was thinking fucking with a nigga like him in the first place.

If it was to make me jealous, she wasted her time.

I pulled up to the house and saw a repair truck outside.

I got out and went up to the door and walked past dude fixing the door.

I looked around and found Shanna in the kitchen, sitting at the table.

“Let me know how much it’s gone cost to fix the door. I got you on it.” My voice must’ve startled her because she jumped when she realized she wasn’t alone.

“What do you want, Jersey?” she asked.

“I’on want nothing. I just thought I would come by and personally tell you that you still have one baby daddy. I don’t know what you were doing with that clown, anyway.”

“Is this your way of apologizing?”

“For what?” I asked.

“For everything. Jersey, you treat me like shit, and you expect me to be okay with it. I have your son, yet you wife up the next bitch. How is that fair to me?”

“Shan, let me ask you something. What have you done to make me want to wife you up? Granted, you’re Jerz’s mother, but what have you really done?

When you weren’t sucking my dick, it was the next nigga’s.

You didn’t give a fuck as long as a muthafucka was breaking bread.

Then this clown ass nigga came along, and you figured you would use him to get next to me, but the shit backfired.

You were his pawn all along, and where did that leave you?

” I looked her dead in the face, and she had tears streaming down.

They said the truth hurt, and I guess she couldn’t handle it.

“Just leave. Thanks for giving me an update. After I’m done with my procedure, you can bring Jerz home.

You played house with him long enough.” I didn’t give her the satisfaction of arguing.

I left her sitting at the table in her own misery.

I hit up the guy that was replacing the door, giving him my information to send me the invoice for the door.

She would figure it out sooner or later that she was standing in her own damn way.