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“I’m tryna figure out how you took Zay side when she killed ya niece or nephew?” Mikael’s dumb ass had the audacity to ask Marlo. He was really trying the fuck outta me right now.

“Maann,” Marlo waved Mikael off, he knew his brother was on his bullshit.

“Imma just go,” I sighed over this entire ordeal. “It was nice seeing you again Solana and I’ll keep in touch Marlo.” I turned back waving at them before I got ready to leave.

Mikael honestly could go straight to hell. If today hadn't shown me anything it was to let sleeping dogs lie. Yeah, it felt good being reconnected with Mikael, even if we were just fucking. He was a familiar person who I used to find comfort in but clearly he wasn’t the same nigga I remembered. The old Mikael would never let anyone disrespect me or call me out of my name. He used to check niggas and bitches alike when it came to me. It didn’t matter if he was mad or not. The nigga in front of me wasn’t my Mikael. I needed to stop trying to chase the feelings from the past. It was time for me to close this chapter of my life. Mikael would always hold a special place in my heart. He was my first love, and heartbreak. I wouldn’t be the Zaylee I am today without him. But it was time to move on. I have a lot of positive stuff going on in my life to risk losing it dealing with Mikael and his whores. If I had to keep dealing withMikael I would surely be in jail. He liked to test my gangster too much.

Of course, Nene couldn’t let me leave in peace her ass had to open her dick suckers.

“Yeah, beat ya feet bitch,” She tried to shoo me with her hand in my face.

I smacked her hand down then mugged her in her head. I sent her ass flying back into Mikael as I said. “Bitch don’t ever in ya life put ya hands in my fucking face. I’ll drag ya ass all through this muthafucka,” I yelled ready to take her fucking head off, but Marlo quickly pulled me back.

“Let me the fuck go!” Nene screamed crazily trying to break free from Mikael who was hold her back. “You gonna let that bitch put her hands on me? You know me Mikael. Bitches get smacked for less. Let me go so I can fuck this bitch up!” She continued to scream and thrash around.

I really felt like Nene was doing the most right now for being mugged. If she wanted to fight me forreal she would have just swung on me not do all the yelling and screaming. From my own firsthand experiences bitches that were the loudest always were the easiest to fight. So, her screaming did nothing to phase me. I stood calmly behind Marlo. If she wanted to fight, I wasn’t running. I wasn’t about to do all that extra screaming and yelling with her dumb ass.

“I’ll be right here waiting on ya short bus riding ass.” I taunted her just to piss her off more.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mikael snapped at Nene ceasing her whooping and hollering. “Bring ya ass the fuck on.” He continued angrily moving them both out the front door.

“And lose my fucking number Mikael. I’m cool on you. Stay with your short bus shawty’s my nigga. You ain’t ready for the big leagues my nigga.” I childishly said to him I wanted him to be just as pissed off as me.

“I never had the shit no way. Ion fuck with graveyard bitches. I like my bitches’ pussies not to be murder sites. Stupid ass ho,” He spat angrily as he mugged me over his shoulder. I wish I had something to throw at the back of his head. I swear I couldn’t stand him.

The fact that Mikael kept making references about our baby not knowing he was the fucking reason our baby wasn’t here was triggering. He swore he knew so much but he didn’t know shit forreal. Him stressing me out made me lose our baby if he wanted to make baby killing jokes he needed to include himself in the punchline. I should have told him about the miscarriage. For whatever reason I didn’t have the desire to reveal it to him. Mikael made me the villain in his story, and I was okay with that. I used to be so dumb behind him that I was willing to throw away my dreams to make him happy. Lord knows if he’d accept that visit I would have kept the baby because I was weak when it came to Mikael. I guess him rejecting my visit turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

“I really wanted you to whoop her ass.” Solana nonchalantly said with a slight frown.

“Girl what,” I chuckled, not expecting to hear that from her.

“Right,” Marlo co-signed grilling Solana. “This ain’t Jerry fucking Springer.”

Solana shrugged her shoulders uncaringly. “So. You know I don’t like Nene. She stay saying slick stuff and she thinks she can beat everybody up. She irks me real bad.”

“So why you don’t fight her then?” Marlo messily asked, smirking at Solana.

“Cause I only fight over my nigga or my baby.”

“Shut ya ass up. You ain’t got no nigga.” Marlo’s playful smirk turned into a frown.

“You don’t know what I got. Mind your business.” Solana teased him.

“That green bag says otherwise but carry on.” Marlo said and Solana’s face went flushed.

I was curious what bag he was talking about but the way Solana was reacting I was going to leave it alone. I’d had enough excitement for the day. I needed a glass no a bottle of wine to calm my damn nerves. I may have been calm on the outside, but I was pissed forreal. I came here to get some dick and made a fucking fool out of himself. Never a-fucking-gain would I be dumb behind Mikael. He could kiss my Black ass.

Chapter 22

Mikael Wattson

A Few Days Later

Bitches didn’t cut me off; I cut them off. Zaylee had to be out of her mutha fuckin’ mind if she thought she ran shit between us. I was the nigga in charge and what I said went. She wanted to be in her feelins cause a nigga cut her off from this dope dick. Her ass was lucky I didn’t do more than just cut her off for the shit she had going on. Zaylee knew a nigga wasn’t right in the head, not when her four eyed ass was involved. I had planned to only fuck Zaylee once or twice to get her out my system. That shit went out the window when she put that fire pussy on me. Zaylee had turned into a certified freak and I loved that shit. She had anigga mesmerized with all the freaky shit she could do with the fire pussy she had. Yup, a nigga was stuck, and I didn’t give a fuck. I was finna slut her ass out until I got sick of her. That was my plan but with Zaylee shit never went how it was supposed to. I was getting attached to her again and that didn’t work for me. I would never fuck with Zaylee again for killing my seed. That was some unforgivable shit. I would rather her kept my seed and left a nigga but to kill a baby we made outta love was some treacherous ass shit.

I called myself trying to pullback from Zaylee, and I found myself comparing every bitch to her. Even Nene couldn’t keep my mind off of Zaylee. Nene could tell how distance I was because in the past when I fucked with other bitches it would be just that fucking. I couldn’t do that with Zaylee. I got lost in her so easily. It made me forget about anybody but her. Nene wasn’t used to me ignoring her calls constantly or going a week without seeing me. She got in her feelings. Honestly, I didn’t care how she was felt though as long as I got to lay up under Zaylee I was good. But bitches like Zaylee were good with the “good girl” act. They’d have you believe they were innocent and shit. Whole time they’d be on slut bucket time. I lived by what’s understood, didn’t need to be explained. Zaylee was far from slow so she knew if I was sticking my dick in her,rawshe shouldn’t be dealing with no other nigga besides me.

Imagine how a nigga felt going outside to change her fucking tire and that lame ass nigga she called herself fucking with was out there changing her tire. Talking about she called him over to fix the shit. I was so fucking heated, Zaylee was playing games. She knew what the fuck she was doing by sending me out there while that nigga was there. Zaylee wanted me to nut the fuck up she knew my how my temper was set up. She wanted a reaction out of me, but I wasn’t feeding into her ass. I bounced left her ass for that nigga bitch made nigga. Zaylee would alwayshave a place in my heart; I used to love the fuck outta her. I don’t think those feelings would ever go away but I wouldn’t fuck with her like that again.