Page 19 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

When my mother called me irate after Enchilada confronted her in the middle of a busy grocery store, I started to plan that bitch’s death.

Since I’d left New Mexico, I hadn’t thought about Taco Shell and James bitch asses.

I didn’t give a fuck what their mothers felt about their little Paris trip.

If they felt some kind of way, they needed to relay those feelings to a therapist, pastor, or the police.

Galiana and Jacob came through for the win, allowing me to use the jet just in case I needed to cover the fact that I came here.

Jacob said that I would have to pay for the fuel which was thousands.

Before I could agree to the terms, T.J. had already sent him the money for the fuel and let Jacob know that he would travel with me.

I told him that he didn’t have to, but of course, my man told me that wherever I was, he was.

I came to Enchilada’s house with the hope that we could be civilized. It was clear that my hopes died just as quickly as it developed. She had me fucked up to another level of fucktivity.

“Meek, what did I tell you, love? We’re here just to talk.” He held my hand in midair. His lips were close to my ear, and his voice was low.

Enchilada and I were in the middle of a stare down.

I took a deep breath to calm my beat-this-bitch-up nerves.

“Enchilada, I don’t know anything about your whorish daughter or my trifling ass ex.

If you recall, you were the one who informed me that your daughter, my ex best friend, was a whore.

I hadn’t talked to Taco Shell since she went on her work trip.

” I held my fingers up to mimic quotations around work trip.

“It’s been way longer than that since I spoke to bitch boy. ”

“Who the fuck is Enchilada and Taco Shell, bitch? You’re at my door with another nigga, but my daughter is the whore.

I guess birds of a feather flock together.

My bird daughter was able to lock in her boy bird and manage to have a live baby bird.

” TorTela’s hand crossed over her flat chest and her top lip curved up like she had just done something major.

My heart hated the pain that her words caused. She was out of pocket, so I felt like I had the right to be out of pocket too. I glanced over my shoulder at T.J., who shook his head before he said, “Go ahead, love.”

My hand balled up into a fist before it was introduced to Enchilada’s face. It was on from there. As I punched her, she fell backward to the floor. I was on her ass, and her ass couldn’t do shit about it. As rah-rah as she and her daughter were, neither of them could really fight.

“Alright, alright, dats enough.” T.J.’s arms wrapped around my waist to pull me off the bitch that I wanted to kill. “She done, baby.”

Enchilada moaned on the ground for a moment before she tried to get up. When she did, she stumbled a little with her hand on her head. “I’m calling the cops. You-you’re going to jail, bitch!”

“I could go to jail, or you could go to hell, and I mean that literally,” I threatened.

“See, I don’t know what the fuck happened to your bitch of a daughter, but when you come up missing for messing with my mama, I’m going to know exactly what happened to your ass.

” The venom that laced my words caused her eyes to widen, which was the reaction that I wanted.

“It would be a shame for your granddaughter to lose her grandmother when her mother and father are living their best life somewhere in, Paris did you say?”

She took a step back. Shock washed over her. “Are you threatening me, Mekole?”

“I would never threaten you, Enchilada. You never knew that I possessed the gift of premonitions?” Our stares matched in intensity.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe and Pepper out of the foster care system.

” I turned on my heels to leave her house before I remembered how rude I was. “I am being so uncouth. How is Pepper?”

T.J. grabbed my arm. “Girl, if you don’t bring yo’ ass on. You done beat dis lady ass, then gonna ask her how her grand doing.” Laughter filled in the spaces between his words.

“What? I just wanted to check in on my goddaughter.” My feet stopped once they hit the porch. “Wait, if her mother is my ex best friend, does that make her my ex-goddaughter?”

It was a serious question, but my man looked at me like I bumped my head. “Mekole Ciara, I’m not ’bout to play wit’ yo’ ass.” He pointed toward the car. “Get in da damn car, now.”

My shoulders lifted toward my ears. I turned on my heels to face Enchilada. “I really hope you hear from Taco Shell and her fiancé soon. When you do, please tell them that I said fuck them.” A genuine smile dressed my face.

“Fuck you, Mekole. I hope that man does you just like James did. Faheeta deserved James, not you!” She didn’t give a chance for a response before she closed the door.

I clutched the pearls around my neck. “That was extremely rude.” My lips formed a pout as my eyes went to T.J. “You would never do me like that, right?”

His eyes tightened before he pointed to the car again. He didn’t say anything, which caused my eruption of giggles. He was ’bout sick of me. I thought I held great restraint. I mean, I didn’t kill her.

Meet The Parents . . .

The car pulled into my parents’ driveway, and my nerves woke up. I knew the only reason that T.J. wanted to come with me was for the opportunity to meet them. My father had spoken to T.J. a few times because he answered my phone when I was busy. They acted like they were damn long-lost buddies.

“Why you look so nervous? I should be the one dats nervous,” T.J. asked with a slanted head. He leaned toward me, then kissed my temple. “Parents love me, baby.”

My head snapped in his direction. “What do you mean, parents love you? Exactly how many parents have you met?”

He chortled. “Bring yo’ jealous fa no reason ass on.” He kissed my lips. “I love you, that’s all dat matters.”

I momentarily froze. This was the second time that those words danced out of his mouth. It filled my heart with joy and fear. When James told me for the first time that he loved me, I started planning the wedding in my mind at that moment. Don’t plan anything. “I love you too.”

The driver already had T.J.’s door open.

When we were both out of the car, I led the way up the walkway to my parents’ house.

This was also my childhood home. The house was more in the rural area where we owned some acres of land.

We needed the space because of the target practice and things of that nature that went on.

My father and Uncle Dan started my lessons on how to properly use a firearm when I was ten years old.

By the time I was thirteen, I could handle any firearm that was put in my hand, regardless of the size.

As soon as I was of legal age to get my conceal carry, I did. I kept at least two on me at all times.

I rang the doorbell when we got to the door.

“Is that my baby girl?” My father’s voice was loud on the other side of the door.

He pulled the door open with the biggest smile.

“There’s my beautiful baby girl.” When he got close, I opened my arms to hug him, but he had a different plan. “T.J., what’s going on!”

My father kissed my forehead, then pushed me to the damn side. He embraced T.J. like they were best fucking friends. “What’s up, Pop Dee. Aye, you see my boys beat y’all ass Sunday! I’ma need you to run me my band.”

My father pushed his shoulder with a hearty laugh. “Boy, y’all ass got lucky. A bet is a bet though.” My father reached in his pocket, flaked off ten one-hundred-dollar bills, then handed them to him. I stood there like a fly on the wall that no one noticed.

“That what dat hell I talkin’ about,” T.J. said with a prideful smile. He counted the money like he didn’t just see my father count it out. “It was nice doing business with you, Pop Dee.” He reached out to me to take the money. “That’s yours.”

My father looked at me for a moment before he shook his head. “Y’all get y’all asses in here. Ya mama in there cooking up a storm.”

That made me smile because my mother cooked her ass off.

She taught me to do the same. “Mommy!” When I was around my mother, I felt like that seven-year-old girl that loved to follow her around everywhere.

You couldn’t tell me that I wasn’t going to be exactly like my mother.

Everything that Brandy Henderson was, I wanted to be.

“My lil baby!” My mother turned from the pot on top of the stove to open her arms for me to come into them. She hugged me tightly before she pulled back and kissed my forehead. “You are so beautiful, looking just like your fine ass mama.”

I giggled because that was always her response when she saw me. I felt T.J. before I saw him. “Mommy, this is Tumnus or T.J.” My chest poked out as I introduced him.

“So, you’re the one that stays on the phone with my husband during those football games.” There was a smile on my mommy’s face. She hugged him just as tight as she hugged me. “Thank you because before you, he tried to get me to watch them with him.”

We all laughed when my father’s bottom lip dropped. “Baby, I thought you liked watching the games with me. That’s messed up.”

My mother walked over to my father and wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love doing other things with you.” My scoff was loud when she kissed his lips a little more passionately than I thought she should have in my presence. “The food is ready, so let’s eat.”

My mother cooked a pot roast, which apparently was what T.J.

requested. No one asked me what I wanted to eat.

Although the meal was catered to T.J., my mother still made my favorite candied yams. It was quiet when we started to eat.

Once everyone had their fill, my mother asked whether I spoke to TorTela.