A Dopegirl Needs Love Too 2: A Dopegirl Need Loves Too

Prologue

U ghhh, I can’t do this anymore, I cried out and rushed to my feet. Snatching up my cell phone that sat next to Drae, I quickly tried to make my way out of the room when Tyson stopped me.

What the fuck is up with you? You been acting funny ever since that nigga Dox got locked up for this shit, Tyson said and I sniffled before I took in a deep breath and let it all back out.

It had been a week since Drae was shot and he was still in a coma. Dox had been locked up for it and my ass was still pregnant. I couldn’t go through with killing my unborn because deep down, I knew my baby’s father wasn’t guilty. Plus, there was no way I could kill my child after I had already lost the one prior.

I felt bad as fuck for turning my back on Dox and allowing my family to get into my damn head. Call it guilt or whatever, but at the time, just knowing that they felt like I had turned on them behind a nigga was eating me up inside. Rock had taken me in and treated me like I was his, and Tyson was like my damn brother. But I knew none of that mattered when it came to Dox.

I loved him, but I showed him that I was in the business of choosing if I felt it necessary. That shit wasn’t fair to him being he had treated me like nothing but a queen. True, there were moments when I had gotten insecure behind his baby mama, but that was because I knew that bitch wanted him—and I didn’t trust these bitches. I guess Dox didn’t trust these niggas either ‘cause they say the only reason he came out of hiding was to put a bullet in Asim after he found out he was at my crib. Part of me believed that Asim showed up there on purpose because he knew that Dox would stop at nothing to get at him after everything that had happened.

It was sad that I didn’t even know Lando was on me like that. A bitch was slipping too fuckin’ hard lately. I should’ve never even let Asim in my spot, and I couldn’t even blame Dox for the fact that he wanted Lando to murk my ass. I would never forget the pain I saw in Dox’s eyes when he spotted me and Asim standing side by side. It wasn’t even like that though, but I knew from the outside looking in, a lot could be said about what went down that day. All I knew was that I was out my mind, feared losing my cousin, and aggravated that my family was so against my relationship.

My head was just jumbled and it caused me to misjudge the whole situation. Now that I had time to sleep on it, I knew better, and I knew that, in my heart, Dox wasn’t responsible for Drae lying in this bed right now.

I’d visited Dox twice to let him know how sorry I was and to let him know that I was doing my all to get him out, but the nigga was not for nothing. He only stared at me each time, saying nothing at all to me. That shit hurt like hell, and I’d hoped that it could be fixed, but the look in Dox’s eyes told me that it was over and that shit cut deep. Especially, when he’d told his attorney to cut off all communication with me and that I wasn’t allowed any info on him. Shit was so messed up man.

At this point, as much as I loved my cousin, I could no longer sit around with the very people that had caused all this damn confusion for me. I felt like I was suffocating around them and I couldn’t take this shit anymore.

I’m out. I can’t do this. Let me by, I said to Tyson and he frowned at me before tossing his arms over his chest.

Let me guess, you having second thoughts, huh? You really gonna stand here and act like this nigga didn’t do this shit? Tyson had the audacity to say.

I knew that it was something that he’d been wanting to say ever since this shit had happened. I hadn’t even said what I couldn’t do anymore, but here he was, all on Dox’s dick.

I pushed past Tyson, only for him to grab me by the arm, forcing me to face him. My nostrils were flaring and it was taking everything in me not to slap the fuck outta him. The nigga was so team Asim around this bitch that he had me wondering if he had some shit to hide.

Asim had only been to see Drae once, swearing up and down that he’d be by to see him again, but somehow had failed to do so. I knew that Skully, Los, and Geronimo had turned the heat up on him and Tigger T, so he couldn’t move as freely as before, but still. I didn’t understand not coming through to check on your peoples.

Hey, y’all chill. Come on now, Uncle Rock spoke up, before he came over to step between us.

I’m chill…I just need to get the fuck from around y’all, I huffed and let out an irritated sigh.

What’s wrong with you, Lani, Unc asked, his brow raised as he scanned his eyes over me.

My bottom lip trembled, but I was trying so hard not to break down in front of my Unc, but this—everything was just too much.

I’m pregnant and I don’t feel like Dox did this. I just don’t. None of it makes sense to me, and I just can’t sit here in this same room with the people who refuse to face the truth. I gotta go, ok? I told him and he placed his arms over his chest and frowned.

I didn’t give anyone a chance to respond to my admission. I knew that me admitting that I was pregnant by the man that they hated sooo much was just another reason for them to look down on me and I was over it. I attempted my exit again—this time without anyone getting in my way. Soon as I was on the outside of Drae’s room, I let out a deep breath and moved towards the elevator.

Lani, I heard someone call out. Looking over my shoulder, I spotted a chick that I had recognized before but couldn’t put a finger on exactly where. I didn’t say anything to her and continued towards the elevator until she said something again. I really need to speak to you or someone about Drae…and Asim. I’m Naima’s best friend, Khloe.

Hearing Drae, Asim, and Naima’s name all in one sentence got my attention. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to face her. She was on the slim side, dark-skinned with some cute, pouty lips.

What the fuck do you know about my cousin? I asked her and she looked around before looking back at me again.

It’s kinda crazy. Can we go and talk—somewhere private? she asked me and I shrugged.

I headed back towards Drae’s room. Something was telling me that she had something good to tell me and, if so, I wanted Rock and Tyson’s punk ass to hear the shit, too. Maybe if they had heard it from someone that was close to their precious Asim’s wife, then they would believe it.

Come in here, I told Khloe, and she grazed her eyes over Drae before she cleared her throat and searched every face in the room.

What’s up…Khloe, right? Tyson said and I pursed my lips up.

Yea…that’s right. I ummm…do we have to talk in here? Khloe asked nervously and I could see that her legs were starting to shake underneath her.

Yea, let me close this door, I told her and shut the door to the room behind me.

I went and stood near Allonah, who had been clutching Drae’s hand the entire time he’d been here. I hated to see her neglecting herself for Drae, being that she was carrying those babies. She had only left here long enough to shower and then she was right back to holding Drae’s hand while praying for him. She claimed that she was too sick to eat and I could see that she was slowly wasting away, not doing what was best for the kids she carried. But I couldn’t talk. Shit, I was barely doing right by my seed either.

You came to see Drae, Tyson asked Khloe and she shook her head before looking at me.

"I just wanted to talk to someone about what’s going on. I am Naima’s best friend. Although we haven’t talked much in the past couple of years being that I don’t agree with much of her and Asim’s choices, she called me up a few days ago and told me that she was moving to California and asked if I wanted to see her and the babies off. I told her sure. I went over there to her house yesterday. Asim was gone, and we talked.

We had drinks and just chilled out in her bedroom. I helped her do a little packing and, just when I was thinking about getting ready to leave, Asim calls Naima’s phone. She got up and she went across the way to the girl’s bedroom to talk to him. I didn’t think anything of it. I went to the bathroom and, when I came out, I went to let Naima know that I was gonna leave.

I overheard her telling Asim that she didn’t understand why they had to leave their house and family because he’d had someone try to kill Drae, and that if everyone suspected Dox then why were they leaving," Khloe said and my mouth dropped.

I knew it, and although I had hoped that I was wrong about Asim, I just felt that I wasn’t. Asim had set this whole shit up and we were all to blame for letting him get away with it, even Dox. We all been too blind and too dumb to see what the nigga had been doing this whole time. I tucked my arms over my chest and was so deep into my thoughts until I heard Khloe say something about a rape.

What did you say? I asked her and she sighed.

I said that I should have said something a long time ago. But instead, I created distance from them and I minded my business. After yesterday, and not being able to sleep last night, I knew that I had to say something to you, Lani. That’s not right what they did to you, and I don’t wanna see anyone else get hurt, but I see it’s no stopping them, Khloe said to me as tears flowed down her face.

What do you mean? Did what to me? I frowned, my forehead wrinkled with confusion as I wondered what she had said that I had missed. Looking at the way Tyson’s jaw flexed, I knew that it had to be something serious.

"The rape…with Dame. Dame is Naima’s cousin. Well, his baby mama is Naima’s cousin. Asim told Naima that you were the one to kill Dame’s baby mama’s little brother and for that, Naima wanted you to pay. Asim and Dame aren’t the best of friends, but they conspire on so much shit together that it’s not even funny. After it happened—you know with you being raped, Asim was mad because that’s not what they discussed. Dame was supposed to shoot you a few times like they had done with Tyson, but Naima wanted you to be raped instead. She felt like it was more personal. She was adamant about it.

When Asim found out and you told him that Dame in fact did it, he went crazy. He beat Naima up that same night because he was mad that Dame touched you in that way. He was mad because he wasn’t gonna be able to have kids with you, but he knew that he couldn’t kill Dame because he felt like Naima’s cousin would snitch. He told Dame to just hide out and that, when things died down, he could come back around again, but of course, Dame ended up dead before that could happen," Khloe said and I rushed past her and ran out of the room. I didn’t want to hear anymore.

I ran towards the elevator with my heart feeling as if it was going to rip out of my chest. My stomach was in knots and I was doing everything I could to keep my insides down. Quickly, I pressed the elevator’s button and bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying.

Lani Baby! Tyson yelled.

I glanced down at him as he rushed in my direction. The last thing I wanted was this nigga in my face after the shit I’d just heard. Soon as the doors opened, I rushed on and quickly hit the floor that I was heading to, knowing that Tyson wouldn’t make it in time.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Open this muthafucka, I slurred as I banged on the door with the butt of my pistol. Open up!

What the fuck? Naima barked as she swung the door open, standing in front of me with a robe on and nothing underneath.

Immediately, my pistol was trained right between the center of her forehead. Using my free hand, I pushed her back hard causing her to fall back and slide across the marble floor. Her breasts were exposed and she did nothing to cover them while she looked at me with fear in her eyes.

Where is he? I yelled, while keeping my gun pointed at Naima’s head.

She heaved as her chest quickly rose and fell. Her lips trembled and I knew she was scared of what I might do. That was good. That’s exactly what I wanted.

Where...where is who? Lani, what the…what are you doing? My kids are here, Naima whined and I frowned at her.

Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about your kids. Did you give a fuck about me or my future fucking kids when you set me up bitch! I screamed, walking closer to Naima with every word that I spoke.

Knowing that this bitch was that close to Dame and that Asim knew about the shit, had my got damn head spinning all damn day. The only way I could even take the shit that I’d heard was to toss back shot after shot of Patron. My feelings were beyond hurt. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand that fuck nigga Asim. My family had been good to him and, when I was his girl, I was nothing but good to him and all he did was fuck us over for this slime ball ass bitch and her people.

Just knowing that he’d tried to have Drae killed on top of everything else he’d done was just mind blowing.

After leaving the hospital, Tyson and Uncle Rock blew my phone up trying to tell me to fall back and to let them handle everything, but the drunker I got, the more I became convinced that it was my responsibility to make both Naima and Asim pay.

I…set you up? What are you talking about, Lani? You’ve been drinking and you sounding crazy, Naima said, pulling me from my thoughts. I sucked in a deep breath and let it all out before I snapped and pulled the trigger. Aaghhhhh!

Keep acting crazy bitch and the next bullet goes in your muthafuckin’ head! I roared, suddenly hearing cries coming from up the stairs. My head shot in that direction and as sympathetic as I wanted to be for Naima’s kids, I couldn’t. The bitch had me raped and instead of apologizing for it, she wanted to play crazy like she didn’t know what I was talking about. Where is Asim?

I…I don’t know, Naima responded and I looked around before slowly making my way to the kitchen that led to their garage.

I knew that, ever since Asim and Tigger T had hit the trap spots, the nigga hadn’t frequented to his home much. I knew because Dox and his brothers amongst others had tried looking for him, only for him to never be at home. I knew the chances of me finding him here tonight were slim to none, but I figured that it was worth the try.

As I made my way toward the garage, I kept glancing over my shoulder to make sure that Naima hadn’t moved. I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in her if she had tried me.

Drop it, Lani! I heard from behind me.

Quickly stopping in my tracks, I turned on my heels to see Asim nearing Naima. I grimaced as I watched him look her over. He was shirtless and wearing grey jogging pants, which led me to believe that he’d been here the whole time hiding and listening to my conversation with Naima. I now had my gun trained on Asim as I made my way back into the living room where they both were. Asim standing on one side of the living room and me on the other.

I ain’t dropping shit nigga. You a real hoe ass nigga, you know that? I told him, and he shrugged arrogantly.

Get the fuck out. Don’t make me put a bullet in you, Lani, Asim threatened, and I chuckled sarcastically.

My uncle took your bitch ass in and took care of you when your own people didn’t and you do this shit, Asim? Tyson… Drae…Me…you do this to us? I said just thinking about all the shit we all had gone through at the hands of Dame.

I was thinking about all the shit that Asim had supposedly gone through at the hands of Dame. Him being shot that time and almost dying. What was that really about if he and Dame were on the same team? I thought about the time Drae had been shot in the face. The time Tyson was shot and left in a wheelchair. All the bullshit we’d combatted and what was it really for?

"Man, fuck Uncle Rock. That nigga fed my parents the shit that kept them from being able to take care of me, so what other choice did he have? I don’t owe him a muthafuckin’ thing for that. My peoples’ downfall led to his rise, so the way I see it, he’s been paid in full for looking after me.

As far as that nigga Drae, the nigga should’ve stayed in his muthafuckin’ place. Always trying to be extra with shit and act like he some kinda boss just cause his daddy was one. Man, fuck that nigga, and I hope the bitch never wakes up from that coma since he wanted to try to play me over Dox," Asim said and I couldn’t do shit but shake my head at him.

Tyson’s a bitch. When I tried to tell his nosey ass to stop worrying about them packs that came up missing that time, he ain’t wanna listen, so he got what was coming to him. And as far as you were concerned, baby, I did my best trying to protect you, but you wanted to be tough.

Really, Asim, Naima pouted and I sucked my teeth.

So, you let this bitch have me raped, Asim? And then you leave me for her and marry her knowing the whole time what she’d done.

She gave me what I asked for when you wouldn’t… and hell, couldn’t after that shit. I did what was best for me! Asim barked and I shook my head.

Right… it’s always about Asim. It’s cool, A, because I’m gonna have my baby…the baby that you always wanted…with Dox, I told him as I rubbed my stomach and I saw the veins in his neck flex as he sucked his teeth and ran his eyes over me. It was like he’d just remembered that I was pregnant.

It won’t be long before you lose that one just like you lost that last one. That nigga will realize that you can’t have kids and drop your ass for a bitch that can just like I did, Asim said to me, and hearing that shit had caused me to feel nauseated.

After I miscarried my last baby, I always wondered if it had anything to do with the brutality of me being raped. It was the main reason why I didn’t say anything about this baby to Dox. It was the main reason I was being careless—drinking, amongst other shit - because deep down I knew that what Asim was saying was right.

POW!

Oh, fuck! You… you shot her! Asim cried, and I sucked my teeth before pointing my gun at him. He tossed his hands to his head and I watched as a tear slid from his eye and down his cheek.

Don’t feel good, huh? I said to him, and when he turned his pistol at me, I pulled the trigger again only to miss him by less than an inch.

He fired back at me, and I ducked down and was ready to shoot back when I spotted Asim’s oldest daughter standing on the stairwell.

Daddy! she yelled, and Asim looked at her briefly, before he brought his attention back to me.

Bitch! Asim barked and shot at me again.

I crawled across his living room and quickly straggled my way to the other side of the couch. Slowly, I slid upwards so that I could peek over at Asim. He was no longer standing near Naima’s body, but his daughter was still in place on the stairwell. I stood to my feet ready to search for his punk ass when I suddenly heard the garage humming and the sound of a car cranking in the distance.

Coward ass nigga left his kids behind? I said in disbelief as I huffed and took off running towards the garage. Jerking the door open, my eyes met with Asim just as he pulled out of the garage and bolted down the driveway. Fuck!

I knew at this point that there was nothing that I could do but get the fuck outta here and send someone through to clean this shit up. The streets was so divided right now, though, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to trust anyone. A few niggas had taken Asim’s side claiming that he had to be set up, while others had taken Dox’s side knowing that Asim wasn’t shit.

I wasn’t saying anything to Tyson or Rock because had they listened, then maybe things wouldn’t have gone down like this. Right now, there was only one person that kept coming to my mind that I knew without a doubt would help me and that was Geronimo. I treaded up the stairs, grabbed the little girl off the steps and then went to find the other one. Soon as I had them in my arms, I was out.

Days later…

Can you please say something to me? I said through the phone as I looked through the glass window at Dox.

I had done everything I could to get Dox out after Khloe practically told me that Asim was the one that was behind Drae’s shooting. Khloe had even written a letter for me to give to the lawyer, but of course, they weren’t trying to hear anything that I had to say. I had gone to his brothers and Geronimo, but they were being real quiet about everything. Even though Geronimo had cleaned up after me the other day, he wouldn’t say anything about Dox.

Dox had shut me out and so did everyone else. I knew that he was mad, but I was doing my best to get it right and show him that I was acknowledging that I'd fucked up.

I’m trying to help.

Bitch, I don’t need your muthafuckin’ help, Dox finally said, and I frowned before I let out a deep breath. You running around the city doing reckless ass shit like that’s gonna make me forget the fact that you accused me of this shit to begin with and then laid up with your ex-nigga, which ultimately landed me in this fucked up predicament.

Ok… I fucked up. And I’m trying to fix it. The girl wrote a letter saying what she knows. You need to tell your lawyer to speak to me. I know it’s not evidence, but it should help, Dox. Damn, why you shutting me out like this? I said, on the verge of tears feeling the coldness that shifted through the phone.

You really think they give a fuck about Drae, Lani? They don’t give a fuck about that shit. They’re more concerned about that other issue and you know that. It don’t matter if I get cleared or not on that attempted murder charge. I’m still gonna be in this bitch until they’re ready to let me go. I’m fighting some shit way bigger than me.

Okay, what can I do…please tell me what I can do to help? I just wanna fix all of this so you can come home and be with me and your child…your kids, I told him and he chuckled.

I got one fuckin’ daughter. The way I heard you been ‘round this bitch drinking like a fuckin’ fish, you think I want a baby with your ass? You a drunk ass, lame ass bitch that I ain’t trying to have shit do with no more. I already gotta deal with Sephora’s ass for the rest of my life… fuck no. Gone head and kill that baby if it ain’t already dead, Dox spoke, vehemently, and there was nothing that I could do to stop the tears that cascaded down my face.

Wow, was all I could say.

Yea, I’d been careless, but I was focused now. I hadn’t had a drink since the night before last and I hadn’t even smoked any weed like I normally did. My main concern was getting Dox out, catching up to Asim, taking care of my body, and praying that I could carry this baby to term. Hearing Dox tell me to kill our child was harsh as fuck and I didn’t quite know how to take that shit.

Wow…right, wow. Fuck outta here. Dox slammed the phone down and bolted up from his seat.

I stared at him for a long while as my mind toyed with so many emotions. I wasn’t ready to let him go, but it seemed like I had no other option. Sucking my teeth, I slammed the phone down as well before I stood to my feet, walked off, and never looked back.

1

Mulani Lani Baby Gibson

1 year later…

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy

They say my whole hood got it under investigation

They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk

A ye, aye, aye, I yelled as I bobbed my head hard as hell to Future’s Stick Talk while it blasted through the speakers.

You turnt as fuck, huh? Pusha, my homey, said as he glanced back at me and my girl Jayla.

Hell, fuckin yes! I just got invited to the muthafuckin’ black tie affair nigga! You think I ain’t hype? Aye, aye, aye! I boasted feeling good as hell.

A bitch was on ten as we cruised through the streets headed to the plug, Tamar’s Black Tie Affair that he threw once a year. The shit was only for the elite of the game and only real bosses was invited. Every year, niggas was hoping they got that message with the time and address, and trust, I was ecstatic as hell when my shit rolled through my phone saying that I’d been invited. I knew without a doubt that I was gonna be the only chick there, and yea, I was going to make a damn statement.

I was wearing a fitted, one-piece, all-white, bodysuit with a black tie that hung around my neck along with my new diamond encrusted chain that I’d recently purchased. It was lightweight and said LANIBABY, but it was my baby. My inches hung damn near to this little ass of mine and you already know it was all me. I wasn’t bragging or no shit like that, but over the past year, I had been putting on for the city.

After Dox’s bitch ass told me to kill our kid, Tamar had come to me weeks after to let me know that he needed me to step up and I did just that. Skully and Los was too close to Dox and with the FEDS all in their business, he wasn’t trying to have nothing fuckin’ up his operation, and I didn’t blame him. I’d let all that crying and sulking mess go and put my big girl panties on like only I knew how. I got me a loyal ass team together and we fucked it up. My shit wasn’t one hundred percent without incident, but a bitch had the streets flooded with that work, the money was pouring in, and niggas wasn’t doing no complaining.

Dox could say what the fuck he wanted about me, but I was a solid ass female, and the streets was vouching for that. Shit, even his brothers could vouch for that. I had no dealings with them, but every month me and Geronimo linked up, and I made sure they were able to do them, so that bills could be paid and they could keep eating and such. Not only that, Dox had a kid to take care of. At one point, he looked out for me and mine so it was only right that I had done the same.

At this point, life was good. My family and I were close again. Drae had pulled through his coma and came out of the hospital two months after being shot. He was back on his grind and had a whole family to take care of now. Tyson and I were close again and now that he was walking, he hadn’t been able to sit still yet. They both stayed in these streets with me and I swear it felt like old times. Of course, minus that fuck nigga Asim who had been missing ever since I murked his bitch.

You got the juice, Lani Baby. I told you that, Pusha said as he winked at me through the rearview mirror, and I smiled before looking over at Jayla.

What? I asked her, and she shrugged her shoulders before she started dancing again.

Everybody that knew me knew that I didn’t rock with very many bitches—period, but Jayla was something different. She’d come into my life and was a God send. She was Rambo’s baby mama, and from me checking on her from time to time, we’d developed a bond like no other.

Jayla was as solid as Rambo had said she was and had become my damn best friend. We spent many of conversations crying over Rambo’s death, but it wasn’t long before we realized that we’d gained something special from his passing. Although it didn’t make losing him any better, it did make it a bit easier.

I saw how you was looking at him, Jayla whispered into my ear, and I frowned at her.

Girl, whatever. It ain’t nothing like that with Pusha. You know what it is, I said to her, and she pursed her lips up like I was lying or some shit.

Pusha was Rambo’s best friend who had been doing a bid in prison at the time of his friend’s death. Although I had remembered him from back when we were younger, he’d spent six years being locked up, so when he got out eight months ago, Jayla reintroduced the two of us. I knew without a doubt that I needed him on my team. It was just something about him that told me that he was the truth and I had been right.

Pusha had gotten his name when he was a lil jit on the block pushing any and everything he could through the streets just to make a buck. He was a true hustla and had the heart of a lion. He damn near went everywhere I went, always looking out for me, but he wasn’t nothing but a homey.

Pusha was cute or whatever—about six-one, chocolate as fuck with a low tapered fade that was swimming with waves. He was on his Fetty Wap shit, having lost his right eye when some nigga tried to take him out in prison and stabbed him in his shit with a homemade shank. They had him rushed to the hospital and was able to save his life, but couldn’t save his eye. It was fucked up, but it didn’t take nothing away from his looks. The nigga had a prosthetic eye, but hated to wear that shit and only did when he knew he couldn’t wear his shades.

Mmuh, let me find out bitch, Jayla said, and I rolled my eyes at her before quickly veering out my window.

My heart literally sank into the bottom of my stomach as I saw the long line of cars that was pulling up to the address that had been sent to me. I didn’t see nothing but foreign and the sight caused me to blush hard as hell. I couldn’t believe that I was here right now. All this said to me was that I had been working hard as hell, and Tamar recognized that shit.

The Black Tie Affair was all about get-money niggas getting together, making connections, and celebrating another year of being in the game. Not only that, from what I had heard, it was Tamar’s anniversary celebration from when he’d became the head of his own cartel. The shit was major nonetheless and just being able to walk amongst the greatest was the best feeling in the world.

You ready? Pusha asked as he pulled the car further into the line. I nodded my head while I looked around at all the faces, some I knew and some I didn’t.

I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I said and blew out hot air. Damn, I’m starting to sweat.

Come on now, you been talking ‘bout this shit for months. Don’t flake on a nigga now. Get your ass out and go in there and show them what a boss bitch look like, Pusha encouraged and I smiled at him. I looked over at Jayla and she nodded her head agreeing with Pusha.

Don’t worry, Lani Baby, you got this. I’mma be right there with you in case a nigga act like he wanna try you, Jayla added and I giggled at her little bitty ass.

And I’m out here with the toolie. You already know what the deal is, Pusha said as he grabbed the pistol that sat in his lap and I rolled my eyes and shook my head at them both.

Girl, let’s go. Let us out right here, Johnathan, cause we gonna be sitting in this line forever if not, Jayla said calling Pusha by his government name and I laughed when I heard him sucking his teeth. He hated that shit, and we both knew it.

I leaned over into the front seat, grabbed the piece of blunt that Pusha had sitting in the ashtray, and quickly lit the tip of it. Sucking in the hay, I blew out a cloud of smoke before I hit it again and then passed it over to Jayla.

After a few minutes, we got out of the car, gave the men at the door my name, and had to hand over our ID’s in an exchange for an arm bracelet. Once inside, I couldn’t believe how packed it already was being the lot was filled with muthafuckas still trying to get in.

Skirt Skirt

Skirt Skirt

Cooking up dope in Givenchys, all my niggas counting benjis.

Pull up on you with the stick nigga, we gon’ handle business.

Girl, it’s some boss ass niggas in here, and my pussy is choosing tonight, Jayla’s retarded ass said.

I bobbed my head to 21 Savage’s track Skirt Skirt, and I looked over at Jayla and shook my damn head. That bitch was always saying some crazy ass shit like that leaving everybody wondering what to expect from her. I was glad that she had finally decided to let somebody else get a taste of her cookies because for a good while, she’d promised to never touch another man again after Rambo died. I knew it was because Rambo had been the only man that Jayla had been with, and she felt like she still had to be loyal to him. That was just how we women were though.

You better make that pussy pop for a real one, I told her over the loud music and she pursed her lips up before smiling all big and shit.

I am…without a doubt. Let’s go get a drink and mingle, bitch. The niggas that don’t know you, need to know you. Your husband might be in this damn room, Jayla said and grabbed my arm.

Bitch, I told you I got a man, I yelled and Jayla shook her head before she stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked me up and down.

For your ass to do a lot of talking about me and how I need to move on from Rambo, it’s funny that you haven’t done the same thing. You been talking about this mystery man that I ain’t never seen before. I’m your best friend, and I know you ain’t getting no damn dick, Jayla said insultingly and I frowned at her.

Jayla was a shorty only standing at about 4’9, and weighing about 130 pounds with a lot of the weight in her hips and ass. She had a pretty ass dark skin tone just like Octavia, with small, round, brown eyes. She kept her hair in a bob with some Chinese cut bangs that fell just above her eyes making her look all mysterious and shit.

The fuck makes you think I ain’t getting none? I asked her and she raised her brow.

Because I know your ass is waiting on Dox. Like for real, after the way he treated you, I would’ve thought that you would’ve moved on by now.

Jay, I have moved on. I have somebody and I’m happy.

Come on, Lani Baby, are you serious right now? I practically live with you and you don’t go nowhere without Pusha… sooooo? Is he watching you get fucked, or is he the one fucking you?

Look, I told you it ain’t shit with me and Pusha, so stop saying that. Me and my dude keeping the shit on the hush until we feel like it’s solid. I don’t need nobody trying to fuck up what we got with their bullshit, so it’s gonna stay in the dark until I’m ready for it to come out.

Who is it? How can you say we besties, but don’t tell me who you supposedly fuckin? Jayla questioned, and I rolled my eyes and walked over to the bar.

She was hot on my tail continuing to throw out her questions, but I wasn’t for nothing right now. I wanted to enjoy my night and not talk about my relationship. Yep, I had moved on, and I was happy with who I was with, but I wasn’t telling anyone who he was. What we had was cool, and I wanted it to remain that way.

From past experiences, I knew how shit could get fucked up when you put too many people in your business, and although Jayla was my bitch, I wasn’t ready to let it be known yet. My boo and I were talking about moving in together, and being that Jayla was at my shit damn near every day, it wouldn’t be long before she found out anyway. Just not right now.

Let me get two shots of Patron with limes, I told the bartender before I turned around to finish checking out the scene. My phone vibrated in the pocket of my one-piece and I reached inside to see what was up.

Pusha: We got a problem. Need to talk ASAP.

Me: You should’ve came inside. I was allowed to bring two people.

Sent.

Pusha: You know I don’t do crowds. I’m at the back of the lot chilling. Enjoy your night cause this info ain’t pretty.

Me: That bad?

Sent.

Pusha: Mannnn.

Lani Baby, is that… Jayla started to say as I slid my phone back into my pocket. I turned around and grabbed the shots, handing