Page 38 of The Hood's Finest: Jersey & Mylani
“If we’re talking about the same one, then yeah. Lil’ nigga works for me. Don’t worry about him doing his part, because I’ll make sure of that shit.”
“Jersey, don’t do anything crazy. That’s still my niece or nephew’s father,” she warned.
“I’m not unless he gi—” I cut my sentence short when I saw Shanna walk inside with that fuck nigga Honcho by her side. She saw me before he did. When he realized he was spotted, I saw the fear flash in his eyes before it disappeared. She purposely made her way over to my table, and I instinctively shielded Mylani by sitting up with my elbows on the table.
“So, you took my son so that you could play house with this bitch?” Shanna all but yelled, further pissing me off.
“Shanna, I’m gonna ask you as nicely as I can to get away from my table ’fore I act an ass in here.”
“Nigga, fuck you! Jerz, come on. Let’s go.” She reached for my son, and I almost snapped her fucking arm off.
“Bitch, what the fuck did I tell you!” I felt Mylani touch my back, and I glanced over my shoulder. Shanna had better be kissing her ass from now on because she just saved hers.
“Come on, bae. Let’s go. I don’t need you getting my baby all upset.” I snapped my neck in that nigga’s direction when he insinuated Shanna was pregnant. His ass smirked as if he had one up on me, but I had one better.
“Too bad you won’t live to see your kid come into the world. Y’all come on. We’ll get something on the way back home.” I pulled a few bills out my pocket and threw them on the table and left. I meant what I said. I was killing that nigga, and his kid would never know who the fuck he was.
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Shanna
I was furious. I was sick of Jersey and his shit. He could flaunt that hoe in my face, but I couldn’t live my life. Granted, I didn’t want to be with Kirby like that, but he didn’t need to know that. Speaking of his ass, I had a bone to pick with him.
“What the fuck was that? Why would you blurt out that I was pregnant like that?”
“You act like you scared to tell the nigga or some shit. He grabbing all on you and shit!”
“And you let him! I haven’t even told my son yet, and you just aired the shit out! Let’s go. I’m not even hungry anymore.” I headed back out the door and went straight to the car. I had lost my appetite, and it was all this nigga’s fault.
“Why you always gotta be so damn dramatic. That nigga don’t give a fuck whether you’re pregnant or not.”
“What did he mean by saying you wouldn’t live to see your kid come into the world? You got something you wanna tell me?” I’d been hearing around that Jersey and his brothers got robbed awhile back and they didn’t know who did it. This nigga was real invested in my baby daddy. I just hope for his sake that he had nothing to do with it.
“He’s just fucking hating that you having my baby now, that’s all. A real nigga done showed up, and he can’t stand it.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me. I wasn’t buying not one bit of it though.
“Yeah, if you say so. I just hope that you don’t have anything to do with the shit I’m hearing out here in these streets. You wanna play like you so big and bad, but Jersey ain’t that nigga to play with.”
“Fuck that nigga! He ain’t shit! When I kill his ass, we’ll see what you have to say then.”
I couldn’t believe that he was sitting his ass in the next seat, telling me he had plans on killing my baby daddy. I didn’t know what he thought I was gonna do with that information, but I knew I was gonna tell Jersey. If I showed my loyalty, he’d see I was the one he should be wifing up. That stripper hoe had better count her days, because I was coming for my baby daddy. If that meant I had to cross the other one, then so be it.
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Tasha had been locked up in her room as usual since she’d been home from the hospital. I stayed out her way because I had my own shit going on. I wasn’t completely insensitive, since she was still staying here. I just didn’t feel like I should let anyone come in and mess my life up when I had it so easy. That shit was hard to come ’round. I lucked up and trapped a nigga like Jersey, and I wasn’t about to let another person fuck me out my sweet spot.
I decided to call Jersey, but he didn’t answer the phone, so I texted him.
Me: I need to talk to you…it’s important.
Baby Daddy: We ain’t got shit to talk about, bruh.
Me: Look…I think you would wanna hear this…It’s about Kirby.
Baby Daddy: Tf is a Kirby?
Me: My dude…listen, I got some shit you gonna wanna hear.
Baby Daddy: Aight, meet me at my condo in an hour.
