Page 7 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 3

These people were nosey as fuck because damn near everybody hollered out, “Who?”

I was up there, telling my life story, and from how intrigued I had everybody, I knew that I could fuck around and write me a good book about my life.

“His daughter, Normani,” I said, and there were a lot of gasps from when I said that.

“Y’all pastor ain’t been happy about that. He goes out of his way to make Normani’s life a living hell, but then turns around and will stand up here, acting like he’s all holy. Let me get to the good part because I’m sure a lot of y’all are wondering where I’m going with this story. Last night, I was chilling at the park, and when I turned around to leave, somebody had a gun pointed at my head, ready to take me out. Luckily, I’ve always been the type of person to get myself out of some mess. After controlling the situation, I was told by the culprit that he was offered twenty thousand dollars by y’all pastor to kill me. To kill me and take me away from my kids and my wife,” I spat.

There were “Oh my Gods,” and gasps, even silence as people listened to what I had to say.

“Are y’all putting your hard-earned tithes and offering money into this church for y’all pastor to pay for fake hitmen to come out and kill people?” I asked, trying to get the crowd riled up.

“No!” they said in unison.

“Is this true, Pastor Davidson? Is it true what this young man is saying? If so, I am out! I will not support a crook,” an older, black woman stood up, holding the hands of two small boys, who were more than likely her grandkids.

Pastor Davidson was standing right next to me. His bitch ass was sweating and using the handkerchief he had in his hands to wipe his face. He shot me an evil glare, and then he walked to the middle of the church. There were so many sidebar conversations, and by this time, many people were standing up, demanding to know was this news true.

“Everybody just calm down! Please, everyone, calm down! This man just stood here and admitted to having a past life of being a drug dealer! Anybody who will stoop that low to flood the streets with drugs will lie, and they will kill! I have been running this church for over twenty years! I’m no perfect man, but I’m offended that my members would even for a second believe anything this crook has to say! Can’t you look at him and tell he is lying? There’s no telling the number of unresolved issues he has with other people in the street! Anybody could have tried to kill him last night!”

This nigga was really standing his ass up there, lying to his people like it was nothing. I was getting ready to say something to him, but then a voice came from the back, which stopped me.

“Explain the ten thousand dollars that was withdrawn from our personal checking account then. I checked your call history along with the call history for the church. There wasn’t anything on those call logs to suggest that you have been in contact with anyone to remodel the fellowship hall. You may not feel obligated to answer to these people, but I am your wife, so you have every obligation to answer to me!”

Normani’s mother made her way from the back of the church and slowly approached her husband. Yo, I didn’t even see her sitting back there. This shit was getting spicy as fuck. Looking at Pastor Davidson, I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to slap the shit out of his wife, though. Everyone in the room was shocked by the shit that was unfolding right before our eyes.

“Are you seriously about to stand here and do this in front of everyone, Melody? What is wrong with you? Since you want to stand here and air out our business to the church, let them know how you are getting ready to divorce me! I hope you know that I won’t leave you with a dime!” he roared, letting his true self come out.

I clapped my hands together, still holding onto the mic. When I did that, my clap came off even louder.

“I bet y’all never saw this side of y’all pastor before, huh?” I asked the congregation.

“Pastor, we want to know if you are responsible for almost having this you

ng man killed! Let us know, so we can worship elsewhere,” another member called out.

“He’s responsible! I see something in his eyes that I see whenever he has been caught red-handed doing something!” Melody said.

The second she said that I swear, everyone got up and started piling out of the pews and heading toward the exit. Best believe, just about everybody talked some shit to Pastor Davidson as they made their way out of the church. I looked at this nigga from the corner of my eye, and it looked like he was crying. The last person finally walked out of the church, and the only people standing inside were me, my niggas, and Normani’s parents.

“You are a worthless piece of shit!” Pastor Davidson roared.

As if the mic in my hand was a gun, I walked up to his ass and slapped the fuck out of him with it. Blood rushed out of his mouth, and it brought me a small amount of pleasure. He lost his balance and fell on one of the steps, busting his ass.

“This what you wanted to see me do, right? You wanted to see this thug act ignorant, right? Keep talking crazy to me, and I swear to God, I will use the last piece of sense that I have left and kill you right here, nigga! I done let you disrespect me for months. I kept letting you get away with it off the strength of your daughter! Understand that I am a changed man. I stood up here and I laughed and joked with these people about you paying somebody to kill me, but realize that if this was five years ago, I would have blown your damn head off and shipped that shit to your wife! You got a nigga standing up in a church and cursing! Let me get eye level to you because I want you to feel me,” I said. As blood continued to ooze from his mouth, I bent down and looked him in the eyes. My hands went for the front of his suit, and I dragged him my way.

“Stay the fuck away from my wife, aight? I don’t want her to have shit to do with you, and Ima need you to do the same. You don’t bring her nothing but pain. You made it clear that you don’t like me, and since Normani and I are now a package deal, if you don’t like me, then you don’t like her. You got bigger shit to worry about, like finding a whole new congregation. I got some lil niggas who are going to come out here and protest in front of this church. Come Sunday, the only thing that will be in this motha fucka is you and these pews!” I spat, and then I threw his ass back, making him hit his head on the bottom of the stairs.

When I turned around, Normani’s mother was standing there with her hands over her mouth. I could tell she was shocked by the things that had just taken place. I gave her a head nod before I left, and by the time we got outside, cars were flying out of the parking lot.

“Everybody left. Nobody even tried to ride for that nigga. Not even his wife,” Dru said the second we got back in the car.

“Because they probably hate that nigga too. They probably just been tolerating the nigga for all these years. Dru, you just don’t understand, man. I really wanted to kill that nigga,” I spat as I pulled the car out of the parking lot.

“I know you did, but what you did was even better. You about to put a well-known pastor in Miami in a position to lose it all. Best believe he’s going to lose his entire congregation, so eventually, he’ll lose his church. He already lost one daughter, and from the looks of things, he’s in the process of losing his wife. Silly nigga had it all right in the palm of his hands, but he fucked around and lost it all, just because his pride couldn’t allow him to see his daughter with somebody like you. As far as his wife, though, I could see it in her eyes that she had been through some things. I hope she got her a few licks in while that nigga was down on his ass,” Dru said from the backseat, making me laugh.

Monterius was in the front, and he had his phone in his hands, texting away.

“Damn, nigga. Don’t break yo’ fingers for that pussy,” I said.

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