So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,10

and it’s a habit.”

Devin tried to repeat my instructions, but it came out all wrong. I was gon’ have to teach him how to mack a hoe, or he was gon’ grow up trickin’.

“Where’s my brother at?” he asked Mika as he shook the big bag of candy that he was clutching in his hand.

“He's in the bedroom in his playpen. You can go back there and see him.”

"Yay!" he screamed with excitement then dashed off.

Mika and I sat on her sofa. She folded her legs up under her. I rested my elbows on my knees and I steepled my fingers under my chin.

"So, what's up, Baby Daddy? You look stressed?" she observed.

"Baby Girl, I need you to watch Devin while I go put Luscious in check.” I ran my hand down my face.

“Again?” she asked placing her hand on my knee.

“Yeah, the bitch is hardheaded.”

Mika shook her head. “Blunt, I’m not trying to tell you how to handle your business, but isn’t it obvious that Luscious is going to be an ongoing problem? Baby, don’t let a bitch bring you down, even if it’s me,” she cautioned. Then she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You're right," I had to agree.

"Well, I know you'll handle your business," she trusted. "Let's go in the kitchen, baby. I was just about to start cooking."

She stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed her while staring at that phat ass appreciatively as she made her way over to the kitchen table and took a seat.

She had a bowl full of potatoes and used a knife to start peeling them. “I’m about to cook some homemade fries and hamburgers. Would you like to have lunch with me before you go?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m ‘bout to go handle mines.” I had put it off long enough.

"Don't end up in jail over that girl,” cautioned Mika as she walked me to the door.

Out in my ride, I rode in silence. I drove with a single purpose. This bitch got me fucked up! She must don't know my getdown.

When I made it to Luscious’ spot, I banged on the door impatiently. She snatched the door open and rolled her eyes. As soon as she turned her back to me and began walking away, I snatched her by the hair. Bop! Bop! Bop! I gave her three blows to that hard ass head.

"Ahhh!" she yelped, and tried to fight back.

I snatched that ass up and tossed her into a coupla walls.

“Stop, Blunt!” she screamed and hit me wit’ a left hook that caught my lip.

I threw her down on the sofa and pimp smacked spit out of her mouth. "Keep trying me, bitch, and I'ma kill you."

"Get the fuck off me, Blunt," she cried.

“You know what? You . . . talk . . . too . . . muthafuckin’ . . . slick.” I slapped her with each word.

Luscious had buck in her; she clawed up at my face. I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her. "You're gonna learn to stay in your place," I threatened.

"Okay," she groaned. Then as soon as I let her up she came flying at me like an alley cat. We were getting it in good, knocking over furniture and breaking shit. We fought for fifteen minutes or more.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Someone pounded on the door. “Who the fuck is it?” I barked.

“Police! Open up!”

"Oh shit! Go open the door," I whispered to Luscious. "Straighten your clothes!"

She hurriedly fixed her clothes, but she still looked tore up. Her lip was busted and her hair soared all over her head.

I knew that I was going to jail the minute she opened the door and the popo's stared at her swollen lip and bruised face. "Sir, turn around and put your hands behind your back," I was told.

“But he ain’t do nothing to me. Why y’all arresting him?” Luscious cried, trying to come to my defense.

Unfortunately, they weren’t having none of it.

As I was being placed in the back of the patrol car, I shot Luscious a look that was as lethal as a loaded Glock. “I’m done fuckin’ wit’ yo’ stupid ass!” I mouthed, while wondering why I ever got involved wit’ a trick like her when I already had a jewel.

I had to be the stupidest nigga in the whole fuckin' world. What would Mo' say if I had to call her to post my bond behind this shit? Hell no, that would expose my lies. I would have