Page 19 of Forced Matrimony With An Unhinged Menace 3
“I’m fine. Are you alone?”
“Zuri, you scaring me now. What’s going on? My husband and your husband are in a meeting now. He’s not around.”
“Can you tell me what that letter said that you found?” I asked, keeping my voice low and not saying too much.
“It said that the other party is looking for you and wants to know why you did what you did. They said their not mad and just want to know where they come from.” Then Tatti lowered her voice.“But I will say this, I think it’s best to let sleeping dogs lie. It’s been almost 30years. You know it’s going to bring nothing but trouble to your family. Don’t let your mistakes touch even more of your kids. Leave him where he is unless you wanna ruin your life.”
“I didn’t ask for any advice, only what the letter said. But, thanks. Oh, and Tattiana,”
“Yes, Zuri?”
“Opening mail that’s not addressed to you, that’s a felony offense. Don’t ever do that shit again! And I need those papers in my hand by tomorrow morning because if Kaseem were to find them, you and me would have a big problem.” I said as I hung up on her. Here she was, just getting here and trying to give me advice. I don’t think so.
I didn’t know what my next move was about to be, but I knew that I needed to protect all 4 of my sons. This was my second chance to do right.
Breakfast wrapped up and we all left our parents home. Me and Zaire was behind Kaseem while he sent Tatti home with the driver. He told her he’d be there soon as he finished up his meeting with Pops. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head before she got in the car, real soft, like he’d been doing it his whole life instead of just the last month.
I’d say, these two muthafuckas had quickly became my favorite toxic couple. I watched Tattiana beat the dog shit out of Mallory last night. Yeah, I saw the footage last time, but this time, I saw that shit in 4k. Tattiana was pretty, she grew up spoon fed and her ass was smart as hell, but she wasn’t weak by far. When it come to those hands, I was almost sure she’d probably giveKaseem a run for his money if she ever decided to get tired of his shit and beat his ass.
She was cold. I don’t think I know a bitch that I could put in a fight with her and the hoe wouldn’t come out without her wig knocked off, eyes closed up and unrecognizable. I made a mental note to keep Tattiana in the tuck just in case a bitch ever got out of line with me. I’d have her ass line em up.
After all the shit that went down last night, of course I assumed today Kaseem and Tatti would be at odds and beefing. But it was the complete opposite when they walked into breakfast. This nigga strutted in late as hell like he was Obama or some shit, and Michelle ass was right on his arm smiling like they ain’t tear the damn compound up last night, then show up late to breakfast today. I just shook my head.
Zaire let out this little chuckle watching it happen.
We all told Tatti bye as the car pulled off, and soon as she was out of earshot, Zaire turned and looked Kaseem dead in the eyes.
“Kaseem, nigga, you a husband for real,” he said. “Hearing about it and seeing you in that mode is different as hell. Yo ass in love and shit and I don’t even know how to feel about it. I mean, I’m happy sis came and knocked some sense into yo ass, this means you got a heart and you capable of love after all. But I got a feeling that type of love can be dangerous for you. Hell, dangerous for all of us.”
“Prison got you preaching now, nigga,” I said, looking over at him. “What’s up with that?”
“Hell nah,” Zaire said. “But prison got me thinking though. I know one thing for damn sure. When you at war, you never show that you got a weakness, cause that weakness gone be thequickest and easiest way for somebody to touch you. Remember that.”
Kaseem looked at Zaire like he wanted to get on his ass, but instead, i could see the words marinating.
“Zaire, don’t let that jail shit turn you paranoid, nigga,” I said. “We gone lay shit down like we always have. But you need to sit down and talk to yo momma, figure out what’s really up with her tryna save these niggas. I hate that we gotta go against her on this, but the shit already as good as handled.” I checked my phone, saw the time, and started backing toward my car. “But speaking of getting touched, I’m about to head to my girl’s crib. I’ma fuck with y’all niggas later tonight. Zaire, ask yo brother what happened last night. We probably about to be uncles around this muthafucka, and it ain’t from Tatti.” I threw out there so that Kaseem would have to tell our brother about his recklessness.
“Yo girl?” Kaseem said, cutting his eyes at me. “What the fuck are you talking about, Namier? You don’t even know what the hell you want out of life with yo messy ass. And if you talking about Nyla, I feel sorry for her ass. You should have left you where you was at. Yo messy, shit starting ass didn’t deserve a second chance.” I had Kaseem mad as hell.
“Damn,” Zaire said, shaking his head slow. “I wasn’t gone that long, but I come home to both y’all being tender all of a sudden. What is the world coming to?”
“Nigga, you just rushed us off last night so you could go get some pussy,” I said, laughing. “Be cool, nigga. You find the right one, you gone be tender too.”
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When I got in my car, I couldn’t hear the rest of what my brothers were talking about no more, and honestly I didn’t care to. I had somewhere better to be.
I drove straight toward Nyla’s crib without calling ahead, didn’t text her or nothing. I had just decided I was about to surprise her ass. I knew that was reckless as hell. What if she had some nigga over there that I ain’t know about? Man, I’d have to beat that nigga’s ass to death right there in her crib and worry about the consequences after. Nyla was one of them ones. It was something about her ass that I couldn’t stay away from. She was smart, attentive and just everything a nigga never knew I needed. Plus, that pussy was good as hell.
The way Nyla fucked and sucked me, I wasn’t never coming up off her, real talk. But on some real shit, past all that, I was just appreciative she even gave me another shot to be back in her presence after everything that went down between us.
When that shit happened with my brother at that prison, when Zaire got that hit put on him, I wasn’t thinking clear at all. All I knew in that moment was I couldn’t let a woman be my distraction while my own blood could’ve been getting killed. But Nyla wasn’t no distraction. She had nothing to do with none of that, and I realized that I was fucked up for trying to put that on her. That was just me being stupid and letting fear run my decisions.
I wasn’t no flower buying nigga. I mean, I could be one day if the moment called for it, but right now I wasn’t ready to be all the way that soft yet. I stopped at the Cheesecake Factory near her house and grabbed her two slices. I knew the way to her heart without doing all that extra shit other niggas did. Truth was, I had a fear of getting that open and that tender over a woman, cause eventually they play in your face when you show too muchlove. I’d seen it happen to enough niggas I knew. I didn’t want that to be me.
When I got to her crib and rang the bell, she came to the door in her robe, hair messy, she was still half sleep.
“What are you doing here, Namier?” she asked, already backing away from the door, covering her face a little. “I didn’t want you seeing me like this and yo ass should have called.”
