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  I had been putting long hours in at the club Just so I could stay away from Niyah’s ass. I’ve noticed that she has been drinking and smoking with her brother. I don’t have issue with her drinking and smoking. My issue is that she does it in front of my kids. I had a bad feeling inside of me so I headed home to see if everything was cool. I pulled into my driveway and there were a bunch of other cars parked that I had never seen before. I entered my house and saw wall-to-wall niggas. I was livid. The worst thing a woman could ever do was let random niggas know where her nigga lays his head. Niyah knows better than to be doing shit like this. I searched the house and found Niyah upstairs in the bedroom with our kids. This bitch was watching TV like there wasn’t a fucking gang meeting in our living room.

  “Who the fuck are all them niggas in my shit!”

  “Hey to you too. Those are some my brother’s friends.”

  Niyah was so fucking nonchalant about the situation. I blanked out and yoked her ass up by the collar of her shirt.

  “You got less than five minutes to get them niggas and your bitch ass brother out my motherfucking house or it’s gon' be a massacre in this bitch!”

  “Let me go, Hassan! This is my house too. You just want me to put him out because him and Rahmeek into it.

  “Cut the bullshit, Niyah. You know better than to have random niggas in the house where we lay our heads. My motherfucking kids are in here. You know that ain’t how we get down, Niyah. We’ve been in too much shit to be getting reckless right now.”

  “They’re cool, Hassan. You’re tripping over nothing. I’m not about to tell my brother to leave my house. Where the fuck will he go?”

  “I don’t give a fuck where that bitch ass nigga go. As a matter of fact, I see where this shit headed. Since its obvious that your brother means more to you than our safety and well being, I’m leaving. You and your broke ass brother can have this house. I’m taking my kids with me to my OG crib.”

  Niyah looking in my face and feeling like nothing was wrong with them niggas being in our crib has made me look at her in a totally different light. I have trusted Niyah with my life, but right now, she’s looking suspect to me. I grabbed the kids off of the bed and attempted to leave.

  “Oh hell no! You’re not taking my kids anywhere!” Niyah kept trying to grab Hassan Jr. and Hadiyah.

  “Bitch, get the fuck back! I’m not fucking playing with you. Lately, your ass has forgotten who the fuck I am. I’m the same nigga that made an honest fucking woman out you when you weren’t shit but a thot. I looked over all that shit because I knew you were riding for me. I’m that same nigga that took you from the hood and got your ass living the lavish lifestyle. You have never had to work or even lift a fucking finger. I make the dough and you spend it. No fucking questions asked. You have had the best of everything. Bitch, I’m the one got you rocking Red Bottoms when I met your ass you were a Air Force One type of chick. Now you standing here saying fuck your husband!”

  “I never said fuck you, Hassan.” Now she wants to cry these crocodile ass tears.

  “Yeah, you said fuck me when you went against what I told you to do. I have never disrespected you or cheated on you, but for you to put me and my kids life in danger has me looking at you differently. I’ll be at my OG crib. Come and get them when you get them niggas out the crib.”

  As I left the house, I locked eyes with Marlo and this nigga had a smirk on his face. This nigga thinks this shit a game. He got me fucked up. I’m not new to this shit. I’m true to this shit. It’s definitely about to be some real gunplay if this nigga thinks shit is sweet. My kids being here right now is the only thing keeping me from letting my trigger finger do the talking. Niyah might as well get ready to pick out a casket and a plot. Marlo’s ass will not make it to see another year on this Earth.

  Chapter 19-Niyah

  It hurt me to the core to tell my brother he had to leave my house. I had no other choice. In my heart, I knew that Marlo had been up to no good. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he could change. At first, I was going to go against my husband wishes and allow Marlo to stay. Once Hassan left the house with our kids, I went downstairs to talk to Marlo. I stopped in my tracks when I overheard him talking. He was saying how much he hated Hassan and how he was going to rob and him and his brother. One of his friends asked about me and he simply said, “Fuck her she can get it too.”

  He spoke with such hatred in his heart. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest. All I tried to do was be a good sister to him. I opened my home up to him, bought him new clothes, a car, and gave him ten thousand dollars of my husband’s hard-earned money to get on his feet. Knowing that he felt that way about me hurt to the core. I gathered myself and told everyone to leave including him. He tried to sit there and act like he was so hurt, but I knew better. His eyes were cold and evil. The old Marlo was back in full effect. All I could do was pray that he wouldn’t get killed. That all changed when I went and checked our safe. Fifty grand was missing and I knew he had signed his death certificate. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Hassan was going to kill him. Hassan is going to kill my ass when he finds out he stole from us because I had no business telling him about our safe anyway.

  ****

  I sat in Ameenah’s driveway for about thirty minutes before I gathered the courage to get out and knock. It was raining cats and dogs. I got drenched just running from the car to her door. It was a little after midnight. I had been calling Hassan’s phone, but he wasn’t answering. His Benz was in the driveway so I knew that he was here. I rang the bell a couple of times, but no one came to the door. I started to knock and finally Ammenah opened up the door for me. Ammenah stepped to the side and let me in.

  “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

  “It’s okay Niyah. Take those wet clothes off and put on something dry. You might as well stay the night. There’s a tornado watch and you don’t need to be out driving in it. Hassan and the kids are upstairs asleep.”

  I went up to the guest bathroom and peeled myself out of my wet clothes. I found one of Hassan’s tank tops and a pair of his boxers to put on. Hassan and the kids were sleeping when I walked into the guest bedroom. They were both sleeping on his chest. I crawled into bed and snuggled up with them. I laid there in deep thought. Hassan and my kids were the only thing that mattered in this world. My life would be absolutely nothing without them in it. There is no one in this world worth me jeopardizing my family. Not even my brother.

  Hassan got up from the bed and took the kids to their own rooms. I laid there staring at the ceiling because I could tell he was still angry with me. The things he said to me really hurt my feelings. Hassan basically told me I wasn’t nothing without him. Hassan brought my confidence down a couple of notches when he called me a hoe. I wanted to believe he said it out of anger, but that’s how he really felt about me.

  “Them niggas still at my motherfucking house?” I looked up and Hassan was standing in the doorway of the room.

  “No. I told Marlo to leave. You don’t have to worry about him being in your house anymore.”

  “Why the fuck are you here, Niyah?” Hassan sat on the edge of the bed and fired up a blunt.

  “I came over here to bring my family back home and to apologize. I wanted to say I was sorry for not listening to you when it came down to my brother. Everything you said about him was true. Please forgive me, Hassan.

  “I don’t even think I can trust you anymore. How could I ever forgive you?” He casually puffed on his blunt and I stood in front of him.

  “I can’t believe that you would even fix your mouth to say something like that. I’ll be the first to admit that I was wrong for letting my brother come to our home and cause confusion in our family. However, I’m not sorry for loving my brother. Rahmeek does a lot of fucked up shit and you stand behind him, right or wrong. I have never in my life asked you to choose Rahmeek over me. I have a right to love my brother just like everybody else does.”

>   “I never said you couldn’t love his ass. I wanted you to stop playing blind to the fact that he was on bullshit with me and staying in my crib. You know I don’t play that disloyal shit. So, let me ask you this. Where the fuck does your loyalty lie in this marriage? The last thing I need is to be sleeping with the enemy.”

  “If you have to ask where my loyalty lies, it’s obvious you don’t trust me. Without trust, a marriage is nothing. I’ll start looking for somewhere else to stay. It’s time I get out and take care of myself. Especially since I’m nothing without you. Thanks for making an honest woman out of me. I guess you felt the need to change me since I was a hoe when you met me.”

  “Don’t try to turn this shit around, Niyah. You know damn well I didn’t mean that shit.”

  “That doesn’t make it hurt any less. I have always been a good wife and mother. It hurts to know you feel that way about me. It’s all good though.”

  I walked out of the room and went inside the room with my kids. As soon as he went to sleep, I was getting the hell out of here with my kids.

  Chapter 20-Marlo

  I love my sister to death and appreciate everything she has ever done for me. She held a nigga down during my entire bid. However, knowing that she chose her husband over me has me hating her ass with a passion. When I first met Hassan, I knew the nigga thought he was the shit. He turned his nose up as soon as I entered their house. At that very moment, I knew I was going to rob and kill his ass. I didn’t care that it would hurt my sister or my niece and nephew.

  Once I met the nigga that stole Aja that made the plot even sweeter. This nigga, Rahmeek, was even more arrogant than his brother. He ice grilled me as soon as Niyah introduced us. Knowing that he fucked with Markese, Killa, and Boogie’s bitch asses made me hate them even more. Back in the day, I made good ass money with them, but they were on some laid-back type shit. That wasn’t my style and it still isn’t. I like to be in the hood holding court and letting niggas feel my wrath. They thought they were too good to stand on the blocks. Our difference of opinion is what caused us to sever ties. Now years later, they’re still on that lame ass shit.

  Once Aja kissed me back, I knew it would be easy to get up in them guts. I just knew I had the bitch back wrapped around finger. That wasn’t the case though. Rahmeek got a hold on her ass stronger than I ever had. So I’m at her ass too. It’s her fucking fault I’m walking on a cane with two damn gunshots to the legs. I can’t believe that nigga really shot me over some pussy. His bitch ass should have killed me because I’m at him and anything remotely close to him.

  Niyah told me that I had to leave her house because it was causing too many problems in her marriage. I left without argument. I wasn’t about to give the nigga Hassan the impression that I needed him or my sister for a place to lay my head. The entire time I had been living in their house I had been stealing from their safe. Niyah really trusted me with a lot of their personal information. The moment she told me where their safe was I found it and cracked the code. I had took over fifty thousand dollars from their ass. Fuck them. The way they spent money, I knew that they weren’t going to miss the shit anyway.

  While visiting my parole officer, I bumped into a bad ass bitch. She was visiting her parole officer as well. I have been spending a lot of time with her. She is just what I needed to get my mind off of Aja. I still find it hard to believe that she is married with a baby. I envy that because had I not fucked up with her back in the day she would be my wife and the mother of my children. Hopefully, I can build something with my new bitch. I love the fact that she’s real down ass bitch. We haven’t known each other that long but she does whatever I tell her no questions asked. It doesn’t bother me that she has a daughter. I actually like having the little girl around. I usually don’t fuck with bitches that already have kids, but Karima and Brooklyn make me rethink that decision.

  ***

  “Hey baby, I hope you’re hungry. I cooked fried chicken and macaroni,” Karima said as she came into the living room carrying a tray of food dressed in nothing but red lingerie. That’s another thing I love about her; she knows how to please and cater to a nigga.

  “That’s what up. Thanks, Ma.”

  “I can’t wait until I’m able to go out past ten. Staying in this house it getting old. All we do is smoke and fuck,” Karima said as she smoked a blunt.

  “Damn, I thought you loved that shit, Ma,” I said as I took the blunt from her and pulled off it.

  “I do. It’s just that I want us to go out and do other things. Like go to the movies or out to dinner. It has been so long since I had a man to call my own.”

  It felt good to know that she wanted to call me her own. I wasn’t in love with her just yet, but she was the type of chick I needed beside me when I took these niggas down.

  “I promise as soon as my wounds heal, we’ll go out as much as we can. We can even take Brooklyn to that place and we can get her one of them expensive ass dolls made to look like her.”

  “She would love that and so will I.”

  Karima stood up and positioned herself in between my legs. She bent down and made a trail of kisses from my mouth down my stomach. She unbuckled my pants. She pulled my dick out and began sucking it. She placed her hands behind her back and made love to my dick with her mouth. I laid my head back and smoked the rest of the blunt as she sucked and slobbed all over my dick. I shot all my seeds straight down her throat. Not long after, we fired up another blunt and she straddled me and rode my dick until we both came. Her pussy and her head game was A1. Whoever her baby daddy is had to be out of his mind to ever stop fucking with her.

  Chapter 21- Nisa

  I keep telling myself that my son is going to pull through. If he dies, I won’t be able to take the pain. It’s been a month since I gave birth to my son, Keyon Jenkins Jr. (KJ) and I refuse to leave his side. Killa has been at the hospital with us as well. He wasn’t able to catch Remi. That bitch better stay hidden because I have plans on torturing the fuck out of her.

  Despite the doctor’s expectations of our son surviving twenty-four hours, KJ has made great improvements. He’s responding to all the medications and treatments that they have given him. I was so excited when he gained a pound. He's a fighter and gets that from his parents. He’s not out of the woods just yet. He’s still on a ventilator and a feeding tube. He has to be able to breathe on his own and take formula in order for him to survive. All we could do is pray. I have been so exhausted and tired that the doctor sent me home with strict orders to rest. It felt good to be inside my own house and have Killa there to keep me company.

  As soon as I went into my house, I went straight to the nursery. I sat in the custom-made rocking chair and thought about how I couldn’t wait to rock KJ to sleep in it.

  “What’s up, baby? Are you good?” Killa said from the doorway.

  “I’m good. I just can’t wait to bring the baby here so that he can sleep in his own room.” I walked out of the nursery to the bedroom. Killa grabbed me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and held me so tight. It felt good being held in his embrace.

  “Don’t worry baby. KJ will be home as soon as he gets well. I’m about to go out and grab us some Chinese food. You want to roll with me?”

  “I’ll chill here until you come back. Stop and get us some movies from the Red Box. We can have a movie night.” I kissed him on the lips and he left out. I decided to take a long hot bath and just reflect on my life, my baby, and my past indiscretions that I wasn’t too happy about. My mind drifted off to Markese. I haven’t spoken to him in a minute. Every since our sexual encounter we have avoided each other like the plague. I really don’t look at him in that way, but I miss my friendship with him. I was going to make it my business to stop by the house and visit him and Trish. Now that I think about it, I haven’t really spoken to anyone. I really missed the whole crew. I needed to call my girls. I missed them crazy bitches.

  Once Killa made it back, we chilled for the rest of the night. It fel
t just like old times. We enjoyed each other’s company. I loved that we were getting back to us. Now all we needed was for KJ to come home and our family would be complete.

  Chapter 22-Trish

  I was dead set on going to Miami with Yasir, but I chickened out. I didn’t have the heart to just go out of state with a man I barely knew. Running to another man is not the option to fix my heart. That will only complicate things even more for me. Plus, Lil Markese didn’t need to be around another man. I know that Markese would never have my son around another woman. I would just deal with this shit the best way that I could.

  Unbeknownst to anyone, I had been following Carmen around for the last two weeks. I couldn’t wait for Markese to handle the situation. I had to sit back and put all of this shit into perspective. From the beginning, I have let Markese handle shit. I fell back and I was the obedient wife. That’s why this shit has gotten out of control. Carmen sees me as a weak bitch, therefore she has never respected me. I was supposed to get at that bitch from the jump. Instead, I whooped her ass only to turn around and try to kill myself. That was the weakest shit I ever could have done as a woman. If anything, I was suppose to try to kill him and that bitch. Markese was never properly punished for his indiscretion.

  The moment I saw him walking hand in hand with that bitch and her kids I was supposed to be done with his ass. I decided to forgive him, I stayed, and we exchanged vows. For better or for worse. Shit is far worse than I ever thought it could be. I’m sick of sitting back and playing these games with Carmen and Markese. Both of these motherfuckers gon’ learn today.

  I dropped my baby off at Momma Gail’s. I smoked a blunt as I sat outside Carmen’s house. I knew she was inside; I was just waiting for her to go to sleep. She always cut the lights off at twelve midnight or so. I was glad I found his keys to her house. I knew that he had a set of keys to her house. At one point, he was trying to sell it. I found them in a lockbox he thought I didn’t have the combination to.