Page 15 of His Heaven, Her Hell
She nodded solemnly.
“Fix your face, Jela. I keep telling you that anybody who can abandon you wasn't meant to be in your life anyway.”
“He’s got a point, sis.”
“May I please be excused?”
“Here the fuck we go. Bye!” She stood again and reached for Scottlyn. “Leave her; she ain't done eating. I’ll call you when she’s done.”
Jela left the kitchen, and I looked at my brother. “Show her some grace, D. Not having your people around you to witness your biggest moments is fucked up. Nobody to walk her down the aisle and no family to witness it… Shit’s hurtful.”
“She don’t need them motherfuckas. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about canceling the whole wedding shit and just taking her to the courthouse. Fuck all that extra shit.”
“Every woman wants a wedding, bruh.”
“Yeah, yeah, and every thug needs a lady.”
I chuckled. “What the fuck does that even mean?”
“I don't know. The shit just sounded good.”
We both laughed.
“Stupid.” My phone sounded as I looked at the caller ID, seeing my homie Saleem’s number flash across the screen. I hurried and answered the call. “Mr. St. James. How are you this morning?”
“Mr. Stone. A real nigga can’t complain. You all settled in?”
“Yes and no. I’m at my brother’s crib until mine is done.”
“You know I don't want to hear that bullshit about ya crib. Lane Builders would’ve had yo’ shit done before you even took the job.”
“I hear you, man. How’s the family?” I deflected. I didn’t use Lane Builders because I wanted my own team to show me what they could do. It was a trial run to basically see who I would keep and how efficient they were.
“Hold on a second, Tru.” He spoke to his assistant for a moment, then got back on the line. “The family is good. Promise driving Pure’s ass crazy.” He chuckled.
“Sounds like you like that shit.”
“I live to get on my wife’s nerves. She knew what she signed up for.” We both laughed. “But I called because I need you to get your team together sometime next month. The contractors are putting the finishing touches on the building, so you might want to prepare them before the grand opening in January. Pure and I will be up there for the opening, then it’s go time from there.”
“No doubt. I’m already on it, fam.”
“That's what's up. Enjoy the holidays, my guy. I’ll get up with you soon.”
“For sure. Peace.”
We hung up as I continued eating my food. Scottlyn was making a mess of her grits while Dame’s ass was texting on his phone.
“Fucking bitch. I don't need this shit right now!” he fussed.
I frowned. “What happened?”
“Brittany said she’s pregnant, man. Fuck! I wasn't trying to put no baby in this bitch.”
“Are you serious?”
“She’s about to get a fucking abortion. I can’t have no more kids, man. I slipped up with Jela… Well, not really, but I don't regret having a baby with her. That only means she can never get rid of me if she tried. But fuck Brittany. I know her ass set me up off that Henny and X.”
All I could do was shake my head at this nigga. He was moving recklessly and disrespecting his queen, all while talking about marrying her and locking her down.
