Page 22 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
Rolling my eyes, I started to go off on his ass.
“Jersey, where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all week!” I yelled into the phone.
“Shanna? Yo, did you really have my mama call me? Bruh, you have to be the dumbest broad alive. Ain’t shit wrong with Jerz because I already checked up on him. What possessed you to go to my parents’ house?”
“You really went and wifed that stripper bitch, and where do you stay? I know she doesn’t know and I don’t!” I was mad as hell at the thought.
“Ma, hang up. I’ll call you when I’m done here.” His mom disconnected the call and shook her head at me.
“That’s what you wanted? To get cursed out? Cut your losses, chile. From what I hear, you’ve moved on anyway, so why are you so obsessed with my son?”
“Whatever. Tell your son that since he wants to be an asshole, don’t worry about Jerz. My new nigga got him.”
Fuck Jersey and his mama.
***
I was getting ready to go out with a few of my friends. I needed a breath of fresh air, and I was gonna take it. I took full advantage of my sister living here. She didn’t pay me any money, so I was going to take full advantage of her babysitting services. Jerz was old enough to do pretty much everything on his own. He just couldn’t be left home alone. I knew Jersey was gonna try to come and show out; that was why I planned on being gone long before he got here.
“Alright, Tasha. I’m about to go. Don’t let Jerz stay up all night on that game.”
“I know, Shanna.” She rolled her eyes like I was annoying her.
Grabbing my keys, I headed out the door but ran right into the cold steel of the gun that Jersey was pressing against my forehead.
“If you scream, I’ll blow your shit right here. Let me tell you a lil’ something about me since it’s obvious you don’t know. I don’t take threats about my family lightly. That hot shit you were on earlier about me not seeing my son will get you put in an earlygrave. I give no fucks about you, so I won’t hesitate. He’s young, so he’ll forget your ass real quick.
“I love my son more than the desire to blow your shit loose, so I’ma give you a pass this time. Please don’t test me again, Shan. It won’t end well for you. I can promise you that.” He took his gun from my head, but the tears were still running down my face. I couldn’t believe that he had just pulled a gun on me. I was the mother of his child, and he pulled a gun on me. I was too shaken up to go out now, so I was headed back in the house until I heard Jersey speak again.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Don’t ever let me hear you disrespect my girl again, or that’ll be another issue that we have. Have my son ready tomorrow. I’ll be by to get him and don’t test me and try no funny shit either.” I looked on as he backed out the driveway and disappeared down the street. He was gonna regret the shit he just pulled on me. I could promise you that.
15
Asia
I was already tired of working at this club. All the girls had attitude problems, except for Mylani. When everyone got a whiff of us hanging out together, more drama began. They already hated her for whatever reason, especially Candy. I didn’t know what it was, but hell, Candy acted as if she hated everybody. Mylani said it was just because she was a hating ass hoe. She thought that because she’d been here the longest, everybody was beneath her. Newsflash, we were all shaking our ass for cash. I was getting ready to go out on the floor to do a few table dances before my set when I got a message from the bartender.
“Ecstasy, you’re being requested in VIP.” Sasha smirked.
“Why you looking at me like that?” I simpered.
“You and Passion’s ass done snatched up the most wanted niggas around. I see y’all. I ain’t mad. Shit, do you, baby girl.”
“I haven’t snatched up anybody. We’re just cool, that’s all,” I countered.
“If you say so. You better hurry up. Mr. Cool is staring a hole through you.” I looked up and saw Houston staring down at me. When he noticed he had my attention, he grinned widely. I went ahead and made my way up there, and I saw Mylani was already there grinding on Jersey. That seemed to be all her nights consisted of these days. She may have been lucky enough to do a few table dances, but it was very minimal. The only time she really danced for other men was when she was on stage doing her set. If she wasn’t hated before, the hate definitely came after Jersey let it be known that she was his girl.
“You couldn’t wait for me to come up here on my own?” I asked as soon as I was in proximity to Houston. As soon as I was close, he pulled me onto his lap.
“I had to get you before them ol’ heads started grabbing at you and shit. You know I’on like that shit, but I can’t trip. You good, though?” He asked, like he always did.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
“Here.” He handed me the blunt he was smoking. I tried not to get too faded at work, but I felt safe with him, so I indulged.
“You gone leave with me tonight?” he asked against my neck, causing goosebumps to appear.
“Uhh, yeah. I can do that,” I stammered. I was nervous as hell to finally be going home with him. I knew I talked shit about him not trying anything with me, but that was all talk. Men like Houston were intimidating as hell and usually didn’t go for girls like me.
