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ry five minutes.

“Girl, I’m so tired of Imani ass. She lucky she my little cousin because I would have been snapped on her little ass. I was getting ready to go hang out with my man and my baby when you called me and said we got to ride out over there,” Breesha vented.

I couldn’t help but laugh because Imani had the both of us wrapped around her finger. It’d been that way for years. That was our little cousin and it was our job to always be there to protect her. But for the most part, Imani was feeling much better. All of the swelling had gone down, but she was still wearing her cast on her arm, acting like she was damn crippled or some shit. I could only imagine what she was putting Shard through over there.

“Girl her li’l ass called me at midnight this morning talking about can I bring her something to eat. I had just gotten my ass in the bed so no I was not about to go no damn where. Bitch really threw a tantrum about that and I had to make sure I wasn’t on the phone with Janiya spoiled ass,” I fussed.

“That ain’t nobody but Shard fault though. He spoil Mani too much and in his eyes, her ass can’t do no wrong,” Breesha said.

Five minutes later, we were pulling up to Shard and Mani’s house. We got out the car together and I went to knock on the door. A minute later, Mani came to the door smiling.

“Hey cousins,” she sang.

I walked past her because I was still mad at her ass from last night but Breesha stayed and talked to her. I spotted little R.J. in his playpen and I went and picked him up and sat him on my lap as I sat on the couch.

“Nae why you mad at me?” Mani asked, as her and Breesha came into the den.

“I’m not mad at you Mani. What’s up though? Why you call us over? You said it was important,” I told her, while playing with my little cousin/godson.

“Because I knew that would be the only way to get you over here,” she smiled.

I just shook my head because I should have known her ass was lying when she said the shit over the phone. “Y’all have to understand, I’m so bored in the house. It’s like a prison. Rashard won’t let me do anything or go anywhere until I get the cast off of my arm, which is not until another week. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” she whined.

“Imani, your ass just had a baby. You was going to have to be in the house regardless,” Breesha told her and I shook my head in agreeance.

“Yeah but I would still be able to leave and have Shard watch the baby for me,” she said.

“Anyways Imani, what’s been up with the girls that even did this shit? Did Shard ever say anything about finding them or anything?” I asked her.

“If he did, he not going to tell my ass shit. I ask him every day did he handle that shit and every time, it’s the same thing, which is him telling me to leave it alone because he got it all under control. It’s to the point where I want to get out and find them bitches myself and shoot they asses. Bitches gon’ fuckin’ jump me with my baby in the car!” Imani stood up and started pacing back and forth.

“Imani chill, let him handle it. But you already know whatever plan you got going on, we going to help out regardless,” Breesha told her.

After Imani ranted for another five minutes, she finally sat her ass down. This damn girl was driving me crazy. I swear I didn’t know how Shard could put up with her ass on a daily. Plus, she was worse with him.

“So what’s been up with you? Mani asked Breesha.

“Trying to get pregnant,” Breesha said back, nonchalantly. I started laughing at her crazy ass. Who the fuck goes around saying shit like that?

“That explains all those hickies and bite marks adorning your damn neck and chest,” Imani said, scooting over to Breesha trying to get a better look.

“Mani move, damn,” Breesha said, laughing, trying to scoot away from her. Those two right there were real life comedians. They kept me laughing all the damn time. It was funny because Imani was like the only person that could get under Breesha’s skin. We stayed with Mani for a few more hours until my husband started blowing up my phone telling me to bring my ass home. And like the obedient wife that I was, me and Breesha got up and left so that I could take my ass home.

Quanie

I was pretty sure that Rashard had been looking high and low for my ass after I put that hurting on his precious little girlfriend. Shit, I was pretty sure that Mark was looking for my ass too. It was never in the plans for Esha and I to jump Imani. It’s just when I saw that ho, so much rage shot through my body. Mark had already told what to do. Honestly, our plan wasn’t supposed to take place until the next day but it just so happened that we were at Publix at the same time. I’d give the bitch her credit though, she was a real pretty girl, especially in person. So, I could see why Shard almost killed my ass when I sent that shit to his phone and why Mark was going so hard trying to get her. See, Mark wanted Shard dead, but I wanted the nigga alive so that I could have him. I know it may sound crazy but if Shard were to give me a chance, I’d have been a better bitch to him than Imani could ever be.

But for some reason, I knew that would never happen because if Shard saw me, there was no doubt in my mind that he’d kill me on sight. Mark had been blowing my phone up nonstop so I was pretty sure he got wind of what happened. I’ll admit, no Shard and I were never together but it was something about him that I found to be very intriguing. Funny because I was never the type to want to fall in love and have a family and all of that other sentimental bullshit. Even though I only sucked his dick a few times, it didn’t make what I was feeling wrong. Shard and I held conversations before and I was pretty sure he used to think of me as a friend until he found out that I was running around fuckin’ his homeboys.

Right now, I was hiding out in Tampa at my mother’s house because shit was too hot for me right now in Miami. I was starting to think that the shit I did was fucked up and it wasn’t worth it. I should have just stuck to the plan, which was to show Imani fake text messages between Shard and I. Now that I thought about it, Mark ass was the one that was fuckin’ crazy. Even if Imani were to leave Rashard, what made him think that she was going to run to his ass?

Chapter 8: Breesha

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Bria. Happy birthday to you,” everybody sang to my baby.

“Go ahead baby and blow out the candles,” I told my baby as I held her on my hip. I watched on as Bria blew out the candles and I gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Right now, we were all at Chuck E. Cheese’s, celebrating Bria’s 5th birthday. All of her friends were there from school, as well as Dontae’s homies and their wives and girlfriends along with my girls. We literally brought the whole Miami out for Bria’s birthday. I dressed my baby so cute for her birthday as well. She was wearing an outfit that I had custom made, with a picture of her on it saying happy birthday and the number five on the back. The shirt was tie dyed with a whole lot of colors in it, along with a pair of shorts to match. On her feet were a pair of dark green Converses because that was the color that stood out to me. Somehow, I allowed Bria to convince me to straighten her hair, so her hair was parted down the middle, flowing down her back. Her hair was so long and Dontae almost killed my ass when he had seen it. I promised this was going to be the only time that I let her wear it like this. After we left, I’m going right back home to put her braids back. I was wearing the same shirt as Bria with a pair of white True Religion jeans and a pair of green Converses as well.

I put Bria down and sat her in her chair and cut her some cake, along with all the other children. I was so tired but I had to put on this brave front for my baby because I didn’t want to mess up her day. Also, I fucked around and ate a slice of pizza earlier and I ended up throwing all that shit up in the bathroom. I was starving but I couldn’t keep anything down since yesterday. I felt two strong arms wrap from behind me and from the scent of the Dolce & Gabbana cologne, I knew it was Dontae. “I was over there bragging to my niggas on how I got the baddest bitch in the whole damn Miami. Told them niggas how good I fucked your ass last night too,” Dontae boasted.

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