Page 27 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“Shit, that’s probably Jersey,” she stammered. She was acting as if that nigga was about to catch her with her side nigga. I watched as she threw on a robe and hurried out the room. I took that small amount of time to step back into my pants before making my presence known.
“Bruh, the fuck you got going on, you can’t open the fuckin’ door?” I heard that nigga yell as I walked in the front of the house where they were.
“What I’m doing is none of your business,” she snapped, just as he laid eyes on me.
“You in here fucking this bum ass nigga?” he growled, looking in my direction. I knew the smirk on my face pissed him off, and that’s exactly what I wanted. I walked up to Shanna and wrapped an arm around her waist before I placed a kiss on her neck.
“Bae, I’ma go and let you handle that. Call me if you need me,” I said for good merit.
“You don’t have to leave. Jersey was about to get out. He doesn’t run shit in here,” she said, trying to sound confident.
“If I’on run shit, pack your shit up and get the fuck out. I pay the bills in this bitch!” he spat.
“She doesn’t need you for that. I can take care of her and lil’ man, homeboy,” I lied.
“I ain’t your homeboy, and I don’t need you to do shit where my son is concerned, nigga. Shan, don’t test me, because I won’t hesitate to snatch Jerz out this bitch. This is your final fucking warning.” He said the last part looking directly at me. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and got myself together quick. I didn’t need to get this nigga’s antennas raised.
“You got that. I’m out, bae,” I said again before heading out the door.
I hurried to my car and left before Jersey came out the house. I went to the next block over and waited in front of a neighbor’s house until I saw his car at the top of the road. I waited until I saw two more cars pass before I pulled off. I kept a safe distance to see where this nigga was going. I felt like I was going on a wild goose chase. This nigga was making bullshit ass stops. I thought I was on to something until he sped up and cut around a carand took the exit. By the time I caught up, I couldn’t see his ass anymore.
“Fuuck!” I banged the steering wheel in frustration.
I think this nigga was catching on to me, and I had to hurry up and get his ass before he did.
19
Mylani
Jersey’s parents were cool. They didn’t seem like the stuck up, overbearing type. Nisha was even cool after she realized that Asia nor I wanted Memphis. We planned on hanging out one day. His son was the cutest. I think he had a crush on me, and Jersey didn’t like that too much. I thought it was funny that he was jealous of his own son, but him, not so much. For now, I was still taking care of Trinity like she was my kid. Ray was surprisingly doing more but not anything to brag about. Our mother was another story. She did no more or less than usual. I stopped complaining about it a long time ago because I knew it was useless. I was broken from my thoughts when I heard a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I called out. I looked toward the door and saw my sister walk in.
“Wassup?” I greeted.
“Can I stay at Staci’s this weekend?” she asked.
“Did you ask Ma?” I already knew the answer to that question, but I decided to humor myself.
“You know I did. All she said was, ‘See what Lani says, because if your ass get in trouble, she has to deal with you, not me.’” I shook my head at the words my mother said. It was sad that she only acted like a mother when her raggedy baby daddy came by, but then they both would ignore her.
“Don’t make me fuck you and Staci up. Do I need to take you, or is she coming to get you?” I asked so that I could know how to plan my night. After the first month, Jersey had given me one of his low key cars to drive. It was an all-black Lexus. I wouldn’t have cared if it was a lime green Hyundai; I would’ve driven it. He said he wanted me to be safe on the nights he couldn’t make it to me. I thought the gesture was sweet, but of course, I declined at first. It wasn’t until he fucked me into agreeing that I finally said yes. It could’ve been because he asked me right on the verge of an orgasm. Either way, he took it as my accepting and handed over the keys.
“Thank you, Lani!” she yelped, hugging me. “She’s gonna come pick me up in her mom’s car,” she informed me.
“Alright. Let me know when you get ready to leave if you leave before I do. If I leave before you, then text me.”
“I will. Thanks again,” she said excitedly and jolted out the room.
Without Trinity being home for the weekend, I would have a much-needed weekend with my man. He’d been out handling business so much we’d barely been able to stay nights together.
“Wassup, bae?” he questioned when he answered my call.
“Nothing much. Trinity is staying with her friend this weekend, so I decided to take the night off and come to your house early.”
“Oh, so you tryna be up under your nigga like that?”
“I sure am. I’m gonna cook and everything.” I smiled into the phone at the thought of me being domesticated.
