Page 81 of Repo'd His Heart
“We…” Yanna started to say something but the banging at my front door took my attention away from the phone. “Who the hell is beating on your door like that?” Yanna asked with a deep scowl on her face.
Smacking my lips hearing the beating continue. “Probably Mikael’s stupid self. He always leaves his key on his other key ring then wanna beat on my door. Let me call y’all back.” I said as I got out the bed to head to my front door.
We all said our goodbyes then hung up the phone. I started walking to my door. Mikael was pissing me off banging on my door like he’d lost his mind. He knew I hated when he did. I felt sometimes he left his keys on purpose to have a reason to bang on my door.
Yanking my door open as I said, “If you don’t fu-” My words feel short when I saw it wasn’t Mikael at my door. “What are you doing here?” I instantly got annoyed seeing Lamelle standing at my door.
It literally had been months since I laid eyes on him or talked to him. I really had nothing to say to him. After Mikael told me he was lurking around my house that day nothing could convince me he wasn’t the one who flatted the rest of my tires. His little weird ass could jump off a bridge for all I cared. I’m not saying how I moved with Lamelle was the best and if he wanted to be mad at me fine. But to come tear my stuff up after months of us not talking, that was weird as fuck. It wasn’t like we were madlyin love. We never even had sex, yet he wanted to act like a bitch. He needed to move on and find the next girl to harass.
“An old friend can’t stop by and check on you?” Lamelle asked sarcastically.
I squinted my eyes looking at the glimpses of gold in between his lips as he talked. Fully taking Lamelle in I noticed how different he looked. Lamelle was the button up, polo, khaki, loafers kind of nigga. Which I never minded because he could dress well for the kind of clothes he wore. Today however he looked completely different, fitted straight leg jeans, a white logo Gucci shirt, and all white forces. His outfit wasn’t terrible, it was kind of plain, but what you’d expect from the typical hood nigga. However, it didn’t fit Lamelle. He looked awkward standing in front of me dressed the way he was.
“If it’s you no,” I smartly replied then went to shut my door, but he stuck his foot in the way stopping me from shutting the door. “Get away from my door Lamelle I don’t have shit to say to you,” I angrily said pulling my door back as I gave him a heated glare.
“Crazy you're the one acting mad when you did me wrong. Cheated on me like a slut with a typical nigga. Then basically said fuck me. When I tried to make an honest woman out of you.” He said as his eyes darkened and he let out a low chuckle. “I guess what they say is true. You can’t turn a whore into a housewife.”
“All the more reason for you to move around.” I replied condescendingly. Maybe if he’d came at me differently, I might have thought about apologizing but fuck him.
“I feel like you owe me.”
He went to open his mouth, but I quickly said, “I don’t owe you shit. Can you go now?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“Go for what, beeitch,” I had to stop myself from laughing at Lamelle when he called me a bitch. It wasn’t funny but the way he said it was hilarious. He didn’t sound right cussing.
“Please don’t do that.” I said let a giggle slip through.
“Ain’t that how you whores like to be talked to?”
“Maybe if it was coming from a nigga who knew how to cuss properly. You sound like a three-year-old who just learned how to cuss. Please move along Lamelle. I don’t have time for your foolishness.” I snickered and his cheeks redden in embarrassment. He quickly recovered by changing the subject.
“I see that nigga left you high and dry. Knocked you up and said fuck you. Lucky for you I understand the allure of the streets. How they look appealing until you get caught up in them. I’ll forgive you. We can raise this baby together…” My eyes got wide listening to Lamelle talk, this nigga was delusional, and I don’t know how I ever missed it. He had to be some kind of slow to think I wanted anything else to do with him.
“I ain’t neva seen a dead nigga do nothin’ but lay in the dirt. What you tryna do my nigga.” I watched astonished seeing Mikael’s frame come into view as he stepped behind Lamelle with his gun pointed at the back of his head. “You straight Honey?” Mikael said, looking over Lamelle’s shoulder down at me.
“I’m okay.” I looked into Mikael menacingly dark eyes. “I’m ready for us to lay down…Together. We missed you.” I emphasized rubbing my belly.
Even though I was creeped out by Lamelle popping up here and talking out the side of his neck. I didn’t want Mikael to hurt him and the way Mikael was looking at him, I could tell he wanted to. I would lose my shit if Mikael got in trouble while I was pregnant again. If I had to lay it on thick to make him calm down, then so be it.
“I missed y’all more.” Mikael’s eyes shot down to my stomach then back to my face. “Bitch nigga this my last time sparing you. Don’t come back here. Forget Zaylee ever existed. You understand me?”
Lamelle rapidly shook his head yes, with an expression that said he was about to cry. I almost felt bad for him until I heard liquid hitting the hallway floor. My jaw dropped seeing the puddle form at Lamelle’s feet and the wet spot on the front of his pants.
“What the fu-.” Mikael angrily said stepping back looking at the floor beneath them. “You a nasty bitch ass nigga forreal,” He spat angrily stepping back from Lamelle. Then Mikael pushed him forward toward the elevators. “Get ya pussy ass the fuck on.”
We both watched Lamelle scurry down the hallway leaving a trail of piss behind him.
“I can’t believe you was fucking with a nigga that pisses on himself,” Mikael gave me a disapproving glare. “Go get some clothes, we not finna stay here tonight. Matter fact you might as well wrap this shit up cause I don’t trust that weird ass nigga.”
Knowing when to pick my battles I didn’t argue with Mikael. I honestly didn’t want to stay here tonight either. Not with Lamelle doing unexpected visits. There was no telling if he would try to come back or what. I could stay with Mikael for a few days to give him some time to cool off before I came back home. I prayed Lamelle got the picture after this and really left me alone.
Chapter 33
Marlo Wattson
I tried to be a reasonable nigga. I listened before I spoke, I never jumped to conclusions and I was understanding. At least I thought I was but apparently a nigga had to be a mutha fuckin’ villain around this bitch the way Solana tried to sneak and getrid of my seed. I ain’t finna say I was thrilled about her being pregnant. It was a fucking battle even believing she was really carrying my seed. I can keep a brave face all I wanted but the truth of the matter Fallon really had a nigga fucked all the way up mentally. If I kept it a buck, I was salty when I found out Braxton wasn’t mine forreal. It’s one thing for a nigga to suspect some shit. I kept telling myself it was my guilt for how I was feelin’ about Solana that had me questioning Braxton’s paternity. But when I got that test results back a nigga was sick as fuck. Fallon really had me taken care of a baby that wasn’t mine. Then the shit with Mallory possibly not being mine, that shit was eating me alive. My heart broke every time I looked at her. Just thinking about her not being mine had me ready to go on a rampage. The shit cut deeper with Mallory, like I was salty about Braxton but at the same time I hadn’t bonded with him like that. So, it eased the blow some. If Mallory wasn’t mine, I don’t think I’d be able to recoup from that kind of pain. I ain’t gone lie I had it planned out in my head already. If Mallory wasn’t mine, I was killing whoever the nigga that Fallon was fucking on because I would be the only dad Mallory would ever know. Waiting on the DNA results had a nigga on pins and needles. I didn’t care if she wasn’t mine because I’d made up my mind that she is my daughter no matter what. I just needed to know the truth, so I knew how to handle Fallon.
That bitch had finally called herself checking on the girls through a funky text message. I told her stupid ass to choke on a dick. What kind of mama goes almost two months without checking on their daughters? I swear with every day that passed I hated Fallon increasingly. I really wanted that bitch dead. I don’t think there was anything else that bitch could do to surprise me. Fallon was a sneaky bitch, and she had the wool pulled over my eyes. I never thought the bitch was a saint, but I did think she was at least loyal to a nigga. The whole time Iwas sleeping next to my enemy. What really got me was I didn’t understand why. I gave that bitch whatever she wanted and for years she was content sitting on her ass. I should have known something was up when she popped outta the blue talking about she wanted to get a job. Fallon never wanted to work, she liked fast money. She was sadly mistaken if she thought Meek was the nigga who was going to give her better. He was a penny pincher, and his baby mama Ketrah had him on child support. Since the nigga was so far behind his checks were barely anything. Either Fallon loved Meek forreal or his ass was selling her a dream, and I hoped she bought the shit cause I didn’t have shit for her anymore playing with my seeds was a deadly thing to do. Depending on what these results said, it was going to determine how much time Fallon and Meek had left on this planet. Let me make myself clear, I gave no fucks about the two of them fucking. Pussy was pussy, it came a dime a dozen. It was the possibility of my seed not being mine that had me in the mood to kill. My love for my kids was and would always be unconditional. I’d lay down my life for all my kids and knowing Fallon played on my love for them like it was a weakness would never be okay with me. She was gonna have to see me.
