Page 26 of This Is Law 3

“You didn’t think that hoe would tell me that you have a baby on the way?

Don’t pull up on me acting stupid! You know fuckin well why I did that shit!

Move!” Milan’s voice cracked as she was yelling at him, sounding as if she was getting ready to cry, which shocked me because Milan was such a tough ass bitch.

She was one of those women that truly believed that all men were going to be men, meaning she felt like they were all going to cheat, and do their little dirt.

With that, she took men for what they came with, and if Zoe would get caught fuckin around with another woman, she would take it to the chin and find another man to fuck around with.

Even though Milan moved the way she moved, I could tell that she genuinely loved Zoe, and out of all the niggas, he was the one that she wanted to be with. Pretending that she didn’t love him, and that she didn’t want to be with him was just how she protected her feelings.

“There you go, listening to bullshit from these hoes! Them hoes can text you right now, and tell you that I’m at they crib, even though I’m right in front of you, and you going to believe everything that they tell your dumb ass.

The same way you believe everything that them bitches tell you, I wish you would believe a nigga when I tell you shit.

Put on your motha fuckin shoes, so you can follow me back to my crib.

You about to clean up all that shit that your ass destroyed.

I swear to God I’m not fuckin playing with you!

” he barked, aggressively pushing her arms down into the bed before he got off from being on top of her.

The second he got off, Milan sat up in bed, and she was panting a little bit, trying to catch her breath.

“I’m not cleaning up shit. You better be lucky that that was the only thing that I fuckin did.

A bitch named Maliayah reached out to me early this morning on Instagram.

She came with proof, nigga. She sent me pictures, videos, and screenshots.

You be spending the night at that hoe house, she be cooking for you, you be laid up in the bed with her, and everything.

She showed me the ultrasound pictures, nigga.

Every time I confront you about some shit that a bitch told me about you, you be quick to think that I’m crazy for believing them, but them hoes always come with receipts.

I’m done with you. I told you that the second a bitch came to me, telling me that she was pregnant by you, that I was leaving your ass, and I meant that.

Fuck you!” Milan screamed, her voice cracking again.

She was putting in overtime to keep those tears at bay.

This was my first time hearing about any of this, and I could look at my girl, and hear how saddened she was by it. I now understood why her ass destroyed his shit and had been out of breath earlier when we were on the phone.

“Zoe, just go. Let me talk to her,” I said, trying to play the middleman again.

“Soraya, your girl be trying to act so fuckin innocent man. She do shit with niggas too. You know how many times some of my niggas hit me, telling me that they see her in the clubs, restaurants, and other spots with different dudes, and some of them niggas be dudes that she know I don’t fuck with, so she do that shit to get a rise out of me.

I ain’t out here doing shit that her ass ain’t doing.

I fuck around with Maliayah, do my little thing with her, but that girl ain’t pregnant.

I’ll be a man and admit that she was. I made her get an abortion though.

I took her to her appointment, and everything, and confirmed with the doctors that it was no longer a fuckin baby in her.

I was at her crib last night, and me, and her got into it.

Because she mad at me, that’s why she sent that shit to you.

That girl ain’t pregnant. I wouldn’t lie about no shit like that,” Zoe was looking from me, and Milan when he said these things because he was talking to us both.

Standing here, listening to Zoe talk, I couldn’t say that I blamed Milan for being interested in him, and putting up with half of the shit from him that she would put up with because damn, he was fine.

I wasn’t crushing over her man or anything like that, but Zoe was really a handsome man.

He was tall, probably about 6’2. He wasn’t overly cocky, like he spent every day in the gym.

You could tell that he rushed his ass over here, so in the white wife beater, and basketball shorts that he had on, you could see the muscles that he did have, along with the tone in his legs.

Zoe had a bunch of tattoos. They were all on his arms, legs, and even some on his neck.

He had dreads in his hair that framed his face, probably stopping just before the center of his back.

Perfect brown skin, and the color of his hair was light brown.

That was the color of his beard as well.

His brown eyes looked so innocent, as if he couldn’t do anything wrong, but this nigga puts my friend through it, so I knew that there wasn’t anything innocent about his ass.

“But she was pregnant, Zoe. You just basically told on yourself. You been fuckin me, and that girl raw. You always try to say that I’m out here doing the same shit with other niggas that you do with bitches, but that’s not true!

You are the only man that I’m out here having unprotected sex with.

You moving too sloppy. Have that hoe and leave me the fuck alone! ” Milan rose up from the bed.

“I fucked the hoe raw one time, and that’s when she got pregnant!” he snapped, trying to justify it.

“That was one time too many nigga!’ she shoved him, and it’s almost like during the shove, it hit her that at one point he did have a baby on the way because she blacked out and just started swinging on him.

I stood, putting my hands over my head, not really knowing what to do. Instead of Zoe putting his hands on her, he just restrained her, finally getting a hold of her wrist, and he was able to aggressively get her hands to go over her head, and he slammed her into the wall.

That cry that Milan had been holding, she lost it, and she started boo-hoo crying. I knew that cry all too well because during my divorce with Law, plenty nights I’ve released that same cry. That cry where it came from the depths of your soul. My girl was hurting, badly.

“What the fuck are you crying about? Milan, you the one who came to my crib, and destroyed my shit like that. What the fuck is you on, man?” he asked, but his voice was soft. He wasn’t yelling at her like how he’d originally been doing.

“Zoe, can you two just please separate? Wait out in the car for her or something, so that I can talk to her,” I came over, hitting at his hands, so that he could let go of her wrists.

I knew it’s not what he wanted to do, but he let her wrists go, sighed, and he backed away from her.

He walked out of the room, and I could hear him jogging down the stairs.

Her front door opened, and he slammed it.

The second we heard it slam, that’s when Milan picked her hands up, and she used them to cover her face, and she let out a loud cry.

The kind where your shoulders would move up, and down, as you were releasing the cry.

I walked over to Milan, and I wrapped my arms around her, allowing her to get her cry out. It only lasted for about a minute because this bitch was nowhere near as emotional as I was.

She eventually pried my arms from around her, and she laughed, while wiping her eyes, and she stepped back, so that she could drag herself down on the floor, and she sat down, with her legs crossed.

“Ya’ll two are going to fuckin stress me out. I knew your ass was up to something when I called you,” I said, standing over her, keeping my arms folded.

“I woke up this morning from all these notifications from that bitch. Soraya, mind you I don’t know this girl, right?

A couple of months ago, me, and Zoe went out to a lounge, and that bitch was there with her friends, and she kept looking at us.

I had to have asked him over ten times if he knew her, and if he was fuckin her, but he swore he’d never saw her before a day in his life.

She was the same one that wrote me. I just feel so fuckin stupid.

I can’t keep letting him play with me like that.

Me, and you just had a heart to heart the other day, and I told you how Zoe has been the only nigga that I’ve been entertaining these days.

My feelings for him are growing by the day, and look, the second I let my guard down, I got my heart broken.

This is why I don’t want to commit to a relationship.

I know how niggas are,” Milan shared with me.

I got down on the floor with her, folding my legs, sitting Indian style. I grabbed her hands, putting them in mine, and I looked her in her eyes, prepared to put something heavy on her.

“As much as I would like to see you, and Zoe finally get it right, Milan, this might be one of those things where you gotta walk away from it. Ya’ll shit is getting too toxic.

You going over there, destroying his cars, and his house, and you already know how these men act when it comes to their prized possessions.

I don’t know what would have happened if I wasn’t here when he pulled up.

His ass would have probably killed you. You need to walk away from this for a little bit because you are stressing yourself out.

As my best friend, I just want to see you happy.

I want you to get with a good man, so that you can see that there are some good men out there that won’t fuck all these hoes and do other shit to you that’s going to hurt you.

I know fuckin with Zoe comes with its perks, and you can get whatever you want out of the nigga, but you gotta ask yourself if it’s even worth it?

Then, he admitted to fuckin the other girl without protection.

You know as much as I do that Miami is a wild place, and it’s no telling what these men, and women are out here walking around with.

You don’t want him to bring you back something that’s not curable.

It’s too much that your accepting from him, and I know that your ass isn’t happy dealing with it, either,” I got on her, and the whole time I was saying this stuff, she was looking me in my eyes, holding onto my every world, with tears falling.

“Soraya, I love him,” she croaked, and I just rolled my eyes, as I took my hand out of hers, so that I could wipe her tears that were lingering on her face.

“Yeah, but the love that you have for him is hurting you. Love isn’t supposed to hurt you like this,” I preached.

She leaned back, putting her back against the wall. Her face was free of any tears, but you could still see the sad look in her eyes.

“Sorry you had to be here to witness that,” she let out, and I just laughed, coming over, so that I could sit right next to her, and put my back up against the wall as well.

“This is a judgement free zone. You know the shit that I went through with Sevyn. I have no room to judge you, or to toot my nose up at you. I just want to see you happy, Milan. That’s it,” I let her know, meaning it. She nodded and didn’t say anything else after that.

I stood up from the floor, and I walked over to the window, wanting to look out, and see if Zoe was still parked in the driveway. His car was gone.

“He left. You still want to go with me to the mall, or no? I’m not going to be mad if you choose not to go,” I said, and like it was a joke, she stood up, laughing.

“Girl, please! Does anything about me give that I’m going to turn down a shopping trip? We need to go. I need some retail therapy. Let me fix my hair, throw on my shoes, and then we can go,” she explained.

I just walked over to her ottoman, and I slumped down in it.

This morning started out so good. My man blessed me with some good orgasms, and not long after, a trip to Jamaica was put on the table for us.

Here I am, thinking that I was going to pull up on my best friend, and we would have us a great time at the mall shopping.

Never did I think that I would come over here and have to referee a damn fight.