certainly don’t.” She pushed her body against mine trying to force me out of the way, but she failed.
“Nah. I ain’t moving. You fuckin’ this nigga you're going to meet?”
“Boy, you are no longer my man so you can stop with the questions.” She blew me off. That ignited my rage.
I snatched the purse off her shoulder and tossed it to the floor. “You ain’t gon’ be going off to see the next nigga, wearing the shit that I bought yo’ ass,” I snapped.
"Really, Blunt? Is that how you're carrying it?" She stormed upstairs before I could respond.
A short while later, she returned downstairs carrying a Gucci bag. She snatched the purse that I had bought her up off the floor and placed its contents into the Gucci bag. Then, she slung the purse at me.
"Get out of my house, Blunt, and take that with you!"
“Okay, fuck it. I’ma let you have the muthafucka you going out with if that's who you want!” My eyes bored into hers. “You know I don’t play the other nigga games. What belongs to me, can't no other nigga touch. So while you're on this new shit, tryin' to impress your folks, you better make up your mind. Is it him or me?”
Mo' stood there considering my words. She could tell that shit was about to be over forever if she called my bluff.
"I play a lot of games, Baby Girl, but my bitch fuckin' with another nigga ain't one of ‘em," I reemphasized.
"Your bitch?" Whap! She slapped fire from me. "Really?" Her fist connected with my jaw. I threw my arms up to block the next blow.
"He's a real disrespectful mothafucka," Leesha unleashed.
I turned my head and grilled her real fast, then returned my focus back to Mo'. I could see tears puddling in the corners of her eyes. "Baby, I'm sorry.” I reached out to hug her, but she stepped back.
"Don't you touch me!" Her chest heaved up and down.
"Fa real, Mo', you know I didn't mean it like that. You know I've got mad love and respect for you."
"No, Blunt, you don't have any respect for me at all. And the sad thing about it is that my stupid ass was standing here thinking about giving you one last chance. Now that the truth about what you think of me just slipped out of your mouth, it's easier for me to move on." She sounded more sincere than ever.
"I said I'm sorry." I looked at her with regret reflected on my face. The truth was, I never categorized her as anything but a jewel. I was just so used to referring to Luscious and 'em as bitches, the word had slipped out of my mouth.
"I'm way too good to be talked to like that. Now, step out of my way," she demanded.
"I can't do that, Baby Girl. I can't let you run to the next dude. Fa real, baby, I never meant to disrespect you like that." I inflected my voice with the sincerity that dwelled in my heart.
"Move, Blunt!" Mo’ snorted.
"You heard her!" Leesha lipped.
That was it, she had uttered one word too many. “I’ma show yo’ ass that I ain’t the one to be fucked with.” I pushed Mo’ to the side.
“Please hit me so I can call a police officer over here and have yo’ black ass locked up,” she threatened, but that didn't stop me.
I backhanded her so hard her hair flew all over her head. She fell to the floor holding her mouth. "Nigga, you done fucked up!" she cried as she climbed to her feet.
I turned my head to the patter of footsteps. Leesha's twins flew down the stairs and into the kitchen. I shoved their mama back down on the floor.
Mo' jumped on my back. "Get off of her!" she screamed, pummeling me in the back of the head with her fists.
I slung my baby over my shoulder, being careful not to hurt her. She cried out like I had body slammed her. "Stay out of this, Baby Girl," I urged.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twins running towards me with butcher knives. “Don’t put yo’ hands on my mama, nigga!” the taller one yelled out.
"I'll stab the shit out of you," threatened her sister, wielding the jagged edged knife out in front of her like a sword.
I didn't wanna take the knives from the li'l girls and rough them up, but I wasn't about to let them stab me