So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,37

hurt me? You can have his grown ass. Bye, get away from my door. I raised my banger, finna blast through the door and wet that punk hoe up. Then I thought. Why would I let her and Fatal play me back into the penitentiary?

As hard as it was for a nigga like me to walk away without blood being spilled, I regained my composure and decided to bid my time. There was a better way to go about it and the results for Chunuchi and Fatal should be the same.

I put my strap back on my waist and walked back to the car. I slid behind the wheel and pushed on to Mika’s to get my son Antwan.

“Daddy, that broad Mo' called you,” said Devin. He held my phone in his hands, strolling through it.

I couldn't do nothin' but laugh at his li'l grown ass, calling Mo' a broad. “Boy, gimme my phone,” I said, taking it from him and rubbing his head affectionately.

“You wanna go get Antwan?” I asked him.

“I 'on care. It's up to you, I'm doing me,” he replied. I cracked the fuck up; my li'l man was off the meat rack.

On the way over to Mika's, I got a call from Mo’, and she started her bullshit.

“Blunt, I cannot believe you would be so trifling as to have another woman in my house, and a slum ass bitch at that!”

I instantly knew what she was referring to because Luscious was the only bitch that I had ever taken over there. That was a bad move on my part, I now realized.

“Mo' . . .”

“Save it, Blunt! Just come and get the rest of your shit. Better yet, stay wherever the hell you are because you won’t have anything to come and get when I’m done. I’m going to make a bonfire out of your shit.”

“Baby, please calm down and hear me out,” I pleaded.

“Hear you out?” I could hear her sniffling. “Man, you bought a pigeon in my house to fuck her, and you have the audacity to ask me to let you explain? How dumb do you think I am?”

“Mo’, I’ll be home in a lil while. We’ll talk.” I was overwhelmed with the bullshit.

“Asshole, if you show up here, I’ll be sending you to the mortuary tonight,” she seethed.

I overheard Leesha in the background cheerleading. “Tell ‘em, Cuz, ‘cause he ain’t shit!”

“Tell that bitch to shut the fuck up,” I roared.

My phone beeped alerting me that I had an incoming call. I was able to answer it because Mo had hung up on me.

“What the fuck do you want?” I barked at Luscious and pressed down on the accelerator after the light turned green.

“I want you to check your floozy for coming to my house with some chick and showing her ass. I thought she was high class?”

“Fuck you talkin' 'bout? I don't have time to play no guessing games so spit it out or get off my line,” I growled.

Luscious went on to tell me what happened. I slowly turned into Mika’s driveway and hopped out of my whip. I walked up to the door and knocked twice.

“How did she find out that I had you over to the house?” I questioned Luscious as I waited for Mika to open the door.

Luscious got quiet, which meant that the hoe was formulating a lie. Mika opened the door and greeted me with a smile. She was my calm amidst any storm that came through. She gave me a kiss on the lips and I flopped down on her living room sofa with the phone still up to my ear.

Luscious dummied up. “You had to tell her ‘cause I damn sho’ didn’t.”

“I didn’t tell her shit,” I said as low as possible to keep Mika from hearing how grimey I could be. “Sounds like she beat yo’ ass,” I added.

Ha! In her sedity dreams. I put a good ghetto beat down on that hoe,” she claimed.

“I just bet you did.”

“And Baby, Mo’ was the one who keyed your car,” she added.

“Na, she wouldn’t do---” I stopped in mid sentence because yes Mo’ would key my car if she’d burn my clothes.

“That bitch got you fooled,” Luscious said.

“No, she don't. I believe you. Anyway, what else is shaking?”

“Oh, Daddy, I got some good news for you. Polo was over here when your girl came through showing out. Afterwards, I told him that I needed to get away from here for a few days. He invited