Page 129 of Just Listen
Again, my lashes fluttered, without responding.
“Yeah, I know. You don’t know,” he sighed. “But know this. As a man, I gotta handle my business, and Ion want you caught in the cross. So, please, Jaylah. Put some distance between you and that nigga. Cause he’s a walking man dead. On my mama.”
I sat frozen, as he ended the call. My breasts heaved up and down, as my bottom lip trembled. “What the fuck?”
Needless to say, I left that bathroom, shaken. Then I had to pretend that everything was fine, while we sang happy birthday to my baby. I couldn’t help but stare at Malice, as he was grinning from ear to ear, while holding Khari. Our baby girl was elated, clapping her hands, and gleefully jumping up and down. It was evident to see that they both loved each other dearly. This was my family now…and I couldn’t fathom that he was the reason that Claro’s kids would never see his face again.
~~~Chapter 30~~~
“Baby, wake up.”
My eyes gradually opened, as I felt Malice shaking my shoulder, while I was laying in bed. “Hmm?”
“Damn, girl. You must’ve been tired as fuck. It’s after midnight. I didn’t think a nap would last this long.”
I weakly smiled. “I know.”
Standing over me, he frowned. “What’s wrong?”
My eyes wandered around. “What made you ask that?”
“Cause. It’s written all over your face. It looks like something is making you uncomfortable.”
I gulped, before sitting up, and taking a deep breath. “I gotta ask you something.”
He furrowed his brows. “What’s up?”
I paused, as I thought about it, before scooting out of bed. “Come on. Let’s go to the bathroom.”
With no questions, he followed me into our spacious bathroom, where I immediately opened the glass door to the separate shower, and turned the water on.
“Okay,” I sighed again. “Zae just called me from a random number, claiming that…you had him shot, and killed…and killed his friend.”
Standing there, Malice tucked his lips into his mouth, but said nothing.
“Hello?” I bucked my eyes.
“What chu want me to say, Jaylah?” He opened his hands.
For a moment, my voice was caught in my throat. “But why?” I helplessly cried.
He shrugged. “Street shit.”
“Oh, wow.” I shook my head, while tears continued to fall.
He stood staring at me, with a stoic expression.
I sniffed. “So, you aint got nothing else to say?”
He frowned. “I’m trying to figure out what any of that got to do with you and me.”
“I…I was cool with Claro. He would sit at my table and eat my food. I bought his kids Christmas gifts. I cried when he died.”
He furrowed his brows. “My condolences, then.”
I cynically laughed. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah. I am.”
