Page 39 of Always Been You
They were afraid, and I could tell a part of him thrived on it. Everyone had a weakness, no matter how shook he had everyone here. He didn’t scare me. His weakness was at the end of the bar, acting like a damn fool. I could tell he didn’t want to react to her, but his pulse was visible through his forehead when he looked in that direction. Anyone who can control your emotions can control you. That would be my way in. I was somewhat impressed with her.
Right after he came out the back, a female came out with him, and she joined him at his side. I saw Crystal start steaming at the end of the bar. Her friend was gassing her up, and I knew this shit was about to get good.
“Now, who the fuck is that bitch? I call you to tell our son goodnight, and I have to figure outmy sonain’t even with you. He with ya bum ass momma!”
“Chill the fuck out and go home, Crystal,” he said, trying to diffuse the situation because people already had their phones out and recording. This shit was about to be all over the internet.
“Marcos, I’m gone let you handle that.” The chick standing next to him said, and he pulled her back to him immediately.
“OH, THIS BITCH CALLING YOU BY YOUR GOVERNMENT NAME NOW?” she yelled, and in two leaps, she jumped up to the stool and over the bar. She snatched the chick by the hair, and it was about to be a full-blown love and hip-hop scene in this bitch! The girl wasn’t no hoe though she grabbed Crystal’s hand, turned around, and knocked her ass right in the mouth. This shit was getting good. It had been a minute since I was this close to some action I wasn’t creating, so I was all the way in. Crystal was getting her ass tagged.
She picked a fight with the chick who had hands. Before it went too far, Terror and the other bartender pulled them apart, even though Crystal was still swinging. Terror snatched Crystal’s ass up and left out, but not before looking at his chick for a few minutes too long and telling her to wait for him in his office. There was so much emotion behind the way he looked at her. In a split second, this nigga was giving all his shit away. Something was brewing between them that was serious.
After a few minutes, the crowd settled down, and it was like nothing ever happened. Drinks were being passed out, and people were eating and conversing. I waited a few minutes, and I left. If I knew anything about unstable ass females, they always cry in the car after their nigga told their ass he doesn’t want them. Just as I thought, she was in her car, crying her ass off in her candy apple red BMW, being super dramatic for no reason.
I walked up to her. I didn’t know who was around, so I pulled out an accent to cover us.
“You good shawty?”
She rolled the window down a few inches. Her lips trembled as she spoke. “I’m good.”
“Damn, I ain’t even from around here, but I know a pretty ass female like you shouldn’t be out here crying. That’s how these niggas doing it up here?”
“You can’t be from around here, even thinking about talking to me. Especially around here when everybody knows I’m Terror’s girl.” she said, looking around nervously. Her eyes begged for me to leave her alone, but that wasn’t happening. She knew nothing about me being here. I leaned close to her and dropped the games.
“Crystal, where is my son?”
I saw her eyes get big as saucers. “Why are you doing this? Why are you here?”
“Because you can’t get shit done, but that is beside the point. I want to see my son.”
“No, your father couldn’t get things done! I wasn’t supposed to be a part of a damn thing. I gave him everything I had. He couldn’t make Terror do what he wanted. How is it my fault that your weak ass father—"
I stopped her rant when my hand went to her throat and cut off her wind supply. Her face flushed as her eyes bulged.
“Make my son available tomorrow,” I said, kissing her lips and letting her go. I walked away, and I could see the color had returned to her face when I looked back. She had to realize that it was me she was talking to, not that bitch ass nigga she had been fucking with.
Chapter 14
Crystal
My ass was sweating like hell when Kole walked up to me tonight. It had been about six months since I last saw him. He was still looking good as fuck as always. I just never knew what his ass was up to. When I met him five years ago, I thought his bit of mystery was something so exciting and refreshing, but when I found out what he truly was, I ran for the hills. I was used to hood niggas from where I grew up. My mom always kept a baller around after my dad was sent upstate for life. But Kole was a killer and had quite a few damn screws loose. Too bad I didn’t find that shit out until it was too late.
One day, I was in the mall with my girls, and he approached me. He got me with his sexy ass demeanor, and it didn’t hurt that he was fine as hell with that dark as night skin and twelve-inch dick that he put in my life. Terror was cheating, and I was caught up in some mad shit. After messing around with Kole for a few months, I realized that I didn’t know a lot about him, so I started snooping. I followed him one day to a big ass mansion and saw him taking bodies out of a van.
I wasn’t crazy, I knew he was dealing in drugs, and I knew that something like that would require someone to kill from time to time, but that shit was otherworldly. There were at least ten bodies in that van. He took them out, and I saw him take a saw to dismember them, and I couldn’t look at what he did next. I ran like hell, and I vowed never to see him again. I tried to ghost him, and that’s when I started getting things back on track with Terror. I found out I was pregnant shortly after that, and I prayed that it wouldn’t be Kole’s. I didn’t want shit to do with Kole anymore. Terror never questioned it, and I thanked God for that. He wasn’t always there at the beginning physically, but he never faltered financially. He took care of us and kept us out of harm’s way.
I wish like hell Kole never found out about MJ and just let me leave him like I wanted. But Kole, being Kole, didn’t go away quietly. He would pop back up frequently throughout my time dealing with Terror, demanding to see his son. I told him it wasn’t his once, and he beat my ass so bad I was in the hospital for a few days. Terror was always in and out of the streets, so I was in the hospital and flew under his radar. I was in a fucked-up position because on one hand, I could have a crazy ass baby daddy in Kole and a nigga who was for the streets in Terror. The only thing I could do was hold onto the one who was at least financially supporting me. Terror was giving me money and making sure I had everything I needed.
I pretended to be hurt when I saw him pop up with other bitches, but the truth of the matter was, I didn’t care. I have no faith that any man would do me right. The only person I felt bad for in this whole situation was MJ. Terror was a good father, and he put his all into it, especially after he moved us up here. He would be heartbroken if he knew there was even a chance that hewasn’t the father. That’s why I was committed to never allowing him to find out.
The only fucked up part about that was that Kole knew I started dating him, and he and his father were trying to blackmail me into setting Terror up. The more I thought about it, I realized that was the play from the beginning.
I couldn’t be much help since I didn’t know much. Terror never spoke to me about that side of his life. Now we weren’t speaking at all. He was strictly in things for MJ. That was okay, but I didn’t want to lose my grip on him. I didn’t want him to move on and leave me out here. I knew he loved MJ, but I wasn’t crazy. He didn’t give a fuck about me. It was as if nothing was working as it used to. I would pop up acting crazy, and he would come over and dick me down, and we would be kicking it for a few days. Tonight, he clearly chose the chick he was with over me. I felt like I was on the verge of losing everything.
I was sitting at my bar in my kitchen, downing shots of Hennessy. I just couldn’t take this shit. My friends were blowing up my phone because they saw the fight all over IG. They thought Terror and I were still together. I didn’t want my cover to be blown. I was starting to build my brand and followers on IG, so I wanted to use his new opening for content. That way, I could start generating my own income. I was tired of always feeling like I had to depend on someone. The last thing I thought I would see was him publicly hugged up with a bitch. That had never been like him. So, I did what any scorned woman would in hopes I would scare that bitch off.
I got up from my stool when I heard the knock at the door that I was expecting. I knew Terror was coming over here to check my ass. Once he tossed me out on my ass, he told me to come straight home. I walked to the door, opened it, and he came in hot as hell.
