Page 22 of Repo'd His Heart
“You right, my bad my nigga.” Rahmeek said slightly, nodding his head then sitting the papers on the corner of my desk. “That was my last tow for the day. I’m finna be out for the day.”
“Alright,” Marlo replied and when Rahmeek stuck his hand out to dap him up Marlo stared at his hand like he wasn’t finna shake it. Finally, he half heartily dapped Rahmeek up.
“I’ll see you later G,” Rahmeek said shaking his head as he stepped around Marlo then heading out the door.
“That nigga been aggy as fuck lately.” Marlo said with a deep scowl.
“Lately or has he always been like that and you been putting up with it for years?”
“Probably that,” He chuckled looking at me and a chill ran down my spine when we locked eyes. “I hope he ain’t bother you too much.”
“Ah uh, no more than he normally does.” I stuttered to find the words I needed to say.
“He be fuckin’ with you?” Marlo questioned me and his eyes went dark.
“No, no, not like that.” I hurriedly said because the look in his eyes spoke volume to what he was thinking; he wanted to hurt Rahmeek if he was harassing me. “He’ll say a few trivial things then be on his way. Nothing I can’t handle.” I tried to reassure Marlo.
“Man, you full of shit. I’m finna run them camera’s back and see what that nigga been sayin’ to you.”
“I swear it’s not that serious. Today was the first day he ever said anything crazy.”
“And if that nigga keep trying you, you gon’ tell me, right?”
I cocked my head to the side looking up at Marlo to see if he was serious and I couldn’t believe he was. His face held no signs of laughter or joking. He really didn’t want me fucking with Rahmeek.
“Yesss, Marlo.” I said, finally giving into his intense gaze. “Even though I don’t get the big deal.” I thought I mumbled the last part low enough.
“It matter cause that nigga ain’t the right nigga for you. Ion know what kind of niggas you dealt with before but from now on you only dealing with niggas that’s finna treat you like the queen you are. You ain’t settling fa’ shit else.”
I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling at Marlo’s words. I could tell that he meant every word he was saying. His sincerity touched me deep inside of my soul. I had never had anyone care that deeply about me or my wellbeing.
“How do you know I settled for anything before?”
“You really want me to answer that?”
“I asked you, didn’t I?” My smart reply was really a distraction for the fluttering I was feeling in my belly.
“Alright, so where ya baby daddy at? Why he got you and ya shorty livin’ in a bus and I ain’t tryna shit on how you livin’ either. I get it, you did what you had to do but in the long run you and baby girl deserve more. Like the skoolie shit should just be something extra. You feel me?”
“Well, my baby daddy is dead. Better yet he was actually my husband, but the nigga was terrible with money. Since neither one of us ever had a job, he put his mom’s name on everything,and she blamed me for his death, so she took everything from me.”
“Was it ya fault?” Marlo questioned me as he pulled up a chair to the front of my desk.
“Nope, I was trying to leave him. Sonni wasn't right for me. He had a lot of stuff I didn’t want to deal with once Sunshyne was born. He was looking for me the night he was killed so it became my fault.”
“Sounds like a bitch raised a bitch ass nigga. You his wife ain’t no fuckin’ way nobody shoulda been able to take shit from you. Just off the strength of y’all’s seed. Even in death Imma make sure mine don’t want for shit. I got a backup plan for my back up plan. Real shit, if ya bitch ass baby daddy really gave a fuck about you or Sunshyne he woulda made sure you and baby girl had a place to lay y’all’s head for the rest of y’all live and at least left y’all with some money to live off of for some years.”
“Yeah, I’ve come to that same conclusion a long time ago.” My shoulders dropped in defeat. Marlo was right when it came to my choices in men.
“Fuck that ho ass nigga and any nigga that step to you from here on out gon’ have to go through me.”
I giggled at Marlo and his seriousness. “And who are you supposed to be?”
“Ya best fucking friend.”
“Okay bestie,” I replied thinking he was just running his mouth, but he kept the same serious expression.
“I’m dead ass. I’m puttin’ belt to ass to these niggas when it comes to you.”
