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Chapter Nine

SEVYN ‘LAW’ CRAWFORD

“You gone get out, or you scared to come in?” my son Creed asked me, as I was a few houses down from pulling up at Yaya’s crib.

Shit felt so fuckin weird referring to that as her crib because that used to be our home that we shared together.

A home that was built for us from the ground up was now something that had just been reduced to being her crib.

“What kind of soft ass nigga you take me for?” I asked him, and after I asked, he started laughing.

Any other time, I probably wouldn’t have gone inside because I don’t cross that line with Yaya.

When I drop the boys back off to her, I’ll roll my window down and just watch as they go inside.

Tonight, I was going to stick around for a while though because I needed to get in her chest about that shit she pulled while she was out of town.

She really called a nigga, straight wilding, going off on me, accusing me of shit, making me feel like I was in the wrong because I got caught being out in public with another bitch.

I think Yaya had this shit all wrong on how a divorce was supposed to work.

In her crazy ass mind, I truly believed that she thought that I wasn’t supposed to fuck hoes, and I was just supposed to run my business, take care of our boys, and when I needed to bust a nut, she would prefer me to just jack my dick.

Shit didn’t work like that, and it wasn’t going to work like that, which is why I was pulling up to holla at her, so that we could have this conversation, in hopes that it would be our last time having to have it.

Legend was in the backseat, and he was knocked out.

The boys and I were fresh off the road from coming back from Orlando.

I enjoyed myself with my boys out there.

We hit up Universal studios, Islands of adventure, Volcano bay, and Universal Epic Universe.

I didn’t realize how much I needed this time away with my boys.

All the stress, and the bullshit that I had back home in Miami was put on a temporary pause.

The only drama that I had out there was on our first day, when Yaya called me with that bullshit.

On my kids, I wanted to curse her ass out so bad, but it would be pointless because she was drunk and wouldn’t remember half the shit that I was laying into her ass about.

I knew that a drunken mind told the truth though.

For her to even call me, in her feelings like that, screaming and crying about a bitch that she saw me with, that only let me know that she loved me and still wanted me, even though she was trying her hardest to pretend that she didn’t.

“Wake up, nigga. You slept the whole way here,” Creed shot at his brother, turning around in his seat, and he hit his leg, so that he could wake up.

It was after ten at night. I didn’t get on the road with the boys until a little after seven.

I wasn’t in a rush to get back home. We woke up this morning, headed out to breakfast, hit up the mall, and a couple of the outlet stores because the boys wanted some new sneakers, and clothes.

By the time we left the mall, we were sitting down again, having lunch.

We went back to the vacation home, where I knocked out, taking a nap for a few hours, and by the time I got up, it was time to pack our bags, and get back on the road.

I knew from the boys that Yaya landed from the airport this morning.

She called them while we were out having breakfast, letting them know that she’d made it safe.

Legend woke up from the back, stretched in his seat, and he opened the door, so that he could get out.

I stepped out of the truck as well, so that I could pop the trunk, allowing them each to retrieve their duffle bags from the back.

Once they had it, Legend was the one that was closets to me, so I went for him first, slapping it up with him, followed by me pulling him in for a hug.

I let my son know that I loved him, and I did the same thing with Creed.

Even though I’d already told them, I reminded them again of the good time that I had with them this weekend, and they assured me that they had a good time with me as well.

“Tell your mama to come out here. I need to talk to her,” I let them know, and they told me that they would relay the message.

I could have easily gone in the house, and just had the conversation with her inside, but I didn’t know the kind of mood that Yaya was in, and I wasn’t trying to be doing all that yelling, back and forth shit in front of our boys.

Even with our boys being older, I knew that we didn’t have to hide curse words and shit in front of them, but I didn’t like to expose toxic shit in front of them.

Yaya had a mouth, and that shit could get slick.

When she starts violating me, talking crazy, I’ll come back full force, and I didn’t want them witnessing that shit, thinking that I was being disrespectful towards their mother, so I would rather have that conversation with her outside.

I posted outside my truck, and about five minutes later, the front door opened, and it was Creed coming back out. There was a smirk on his face as he stood by the front door, looking at me.

“She in the bed, and she said she not coming out here,” he told me, and I shook my head.

“Ay, I’m giving you permission to curse. Go up there and tell her that I told her to bring her ass the fuck outside. Say it just like that, son,” I replied, and he laughed.

“Hell nah. You gone get my ass killed. I’ll try it again. I’m not saying it like that though,” he said, and I laughed.

He closed the front door, and he went back in the house.

Another five minutes had gone by, and the door suddenly opened, but this time, it wasn’t Creed that had come outside.

It was Yaya. She came out, with an annoyed look plastered on her face.

Because of her attire, I could tell that Creed was telling the truth when he said that she had been in bed, chilling.

She rocked a white tank top, and she wasn’t wearing a bra, so as she walked over to me, and the floodlights that were hanging over the garage, shined down on her, I could see her nipples.

She was in gray sweatpants, and Ugg slides.

Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and the closer she got, I could see the tan that she’d gotten while she was out of town, on the island.

“What?” she asked the second that she was in front of me. She didn’t even try and hide her fucked up energy. I had my back posted up on the passenger side door, my legs were spread open a little bit, with my arms folded. I wasn’t fazed by her attitude. I was used to that shit.

“We’re divorced, or we still married?” I asked, needing clarification.

“You were in court with me two weeks ago. You know we’re divorced,” she responded.

“Aight, so if we both know that we’re divorced, why you spazzing out because I was out with a bitch?” I wanted to know, cocking my head to the side, waiting to hear what her answer was going to be.

“Why you trying to make this seem like something bigger than what it is? Had I would have saw you with any other bitch, I would have just gone on about my business. I went off the way that I did because you were out with somebody that I asked you about before, and you looked me in my eyes and lied. You told me you didn’t fuck her-

“Motha fucka because I didn’t!” I snapped, cutting her off. She had me hot because I hated being accused of some shit that I knew I didn’t do. I could tell that she was caught off guard by my reaction because her eyes bucked, and she looked like she wanted to slap the shit out of me.

“Fuck you! You did fuck that bitch, and there isn’t shit that you can say to me that’ll make me think otherwise.

All the hoes that you could have taken out with you, yet you decided to go with the one that you were familiar with, but like I told you, it’s cool.

You know how many niggas try and talk to me on a daily?

You know how many niggas I’m turning down just about every minute of the day?

I met so many men while I was out in St. Maarten.

I’m on this journey, where a man is the last thing that I’m worried about, but just to make your chest hurt, and to make you feel how I had to feel when I saw you out with that bitch, watch I start taking these niggas up on their offer!

” she went off, and I still held onto that nonchalant look on my face, not bothered by a thing that she was saying.

“What you want a fuckin cookie for that shit? You think you going to get brownie points for taking random niggas up on their offer, by going on dates with them? Put all them miles on your pussy if you want to, love. Just make sure you make them niggas strap up because these Miami niggas out here nasty,” I casually said.

I think the last part of my sentence fucked her up the most because all it took was a second, and her ass jumped on me.

I already knew it was coming, so when she jumped, and she started swinging, I was prepared for her.

I caught onto her by her waist midair, and she started swinging her hands, trying to knock me in my mouth, but I dodged that shit, not letting her do it.

Yaya was little, but her ass was strong.

I was out here, tussling with her stupid ass, and the only reason why it was harder for me than what it should have been is because I wasn’t trying to put hands on her. I was trying to restrain her.

I was able to carry her, and I took her to the front of the car, and I slammed her ass down on her back on the hood, got a hold of her hands, holding them together, and I put her hands over her head. She was kicking, yelling for me to get off her, but I wouldn’t.