Page 114 of Just Listen
“Malice!” Big Baby shouted.
I finally lifted my phone to face her. “Yeah?” I questioned, while hopping back into my truck.
“Did I really just see you slap that man?”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
She shook her head, while I couldn’t miss the look of concern etched in her expression. “Can you meet me at the house, please?”
“Okay.”
“Right now, please.”
I backed away from the store. “Alright, I got you.”
~~~Chapter 25~~~
Jaylah
Heading back home in the middle of the day hadn’t been in my plans. However, after seeing Malice bitch-slap a man, while I watched from the angle he was holding his phone, I felt like I needed to get him away from that scene, just in case that man came back blasting.
I knew like nobody else how things went down in the hood, and bruised egos were flat out dangerous in those environments. I was also sure that Malice could handle his own, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t find himself behind bars over some bullshit. So, I needed him at the house, away from the impending drama.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled to myself, as I pulled up to my house, and noticed a red G-Wagon parked in my driveway.
As far as I knew, nobody I knew had a truck that color, so I didn’t know who the hell had pulled up to my house. So, as a precaution, I reached over and opened my glove compartment to grab my gun. I then tucked it into my crossbody Louie bag for easy access, before easing out of my car.
As soon as I exited my vehicle, two men emerged from the G-Wagon. One was a medium built, light skinned, older man with salt and pepper hair, while the other was a tall, burly, man, who was about three hundred pounds, with an intimidating disposition.
“Hey, there,” the older man greeted with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“Hey.” I cautiously approached them. “Is there a reason that y’all are parked in my driveway?”
“Yeah. I’m Drop.” He extended his hand.
Filled with apprehension, I briefly shook his hand. “Okay.” I pulled my hand back, while noting that the big fella he’d come with hadn’t bothered saying a word. “How can I help you, Mr. Drop?”
“Yeah.” He stroked his beard. “I’m here to see Malice.”
“Malice?” My eyes widened. “And he told you to come here?” I pointed at the ground.
“Nah. He didn’t,” he admitted. “But I’m here. So, where is he?”
Like he’d been summoned, Malice’s Rover whipped into the driveway. Wasting no time, he sprung out of the truck.
Drop smirked. “Just the nigga I wanna see.”
Malice marched over to us, and immediately hooked an arm around my waist, before positioning me behind him. “What’s up? What are y’all doing here?”
Drop licked his lips. “I came to holler at you. I thought that after the way that I embraced you that you would’ve come to me first. Yet, here we are.”
Malice squinted. “Come to you for what?”
“Shit, plenty, nigga. Especially with the way you’ve been playing with my daughter. Removing her belongings off the property y’all share. Stopping her access to the money. And then you put your fucking hands on her.”
“Mannn,” he drawled, while shaking his head. “This shit is never ending, I see,” he grumbled. “Look, Drop, man. It’s been nothing but mutual respect between us. And when we first met, you told me to have good intentions with your daughter or leave her alone. That’s been the only rule, and when I decided that I was done, I tried to handle her with all the respect and dignity she deserved. On the flip side, she’s pissed that I’m not with her, and been moving wild out here. So, I did what was best for me and chose to sever all ties. Removed her from everything that belongs to me. That’s why she showed up over here to jump my woman.”
“They said that you punched her in the face,” Drop seethed, as his light face reddened.
