So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,38
me to his house for the weekend.”
My ears perked up and a smile came across my face. We had been trying for months to find out where Polo rested at.
“Did I do good?” Luscious asked.
“Yeah, Shawdy,” I said, grinning as I imagined what was inside of Polo’s safe,
“Now can I see you? You’ve had me on a dick diet long enough. My nana miss you.”
“Yeah, I’ll come through later on.” When I ended the call, I looked over at Mika and she rolled her eyes at me.
“Bae, you’re getting sloppy. Tighten up your game,” she advised.
I mean mugged her. “Don’t you start trippin’ on me, too.”
“Bitch talks too much,” Li’l Devin chimed in from the sofa and put his foot up on the couch.
Me and Mika’s mouths flew open at the same time. “Okay, Li’l Boy, I’m about to whoop your ass for that. Enough is enough.” She snatched him from his seat by one arm.
“Get off of me,” he cried, expecting me to come to his rescue. But that was one ass whoopin’ my son was gonna have to wear because while his behind was on fire, so were my clothes.
A text from Mo’ read: Just set a match to a pile of your gear…
I did jet time over to her crib and left Devin screaming for me to save him from Mika.
Loose Lips Sink Ships
Molaysia
I stood in the backyard watching the red and yellow flames slowly turn a pile of Blunt’s clothes into ashes. As the hot flames went upward, I stood there recalling all the shit I had put up with.
Leesha and the twins had gone back early to Memphis, because of an emergency. Now my only company was the anger that swelled within. I heard a car door slam in the driveway. A few seconds later, Blunt came flying around the corner of the house. He stormed up to me with eyes as red as the fire at my feet.
“Mo' have you lost your damn mind? Why the fuck are you burning up my shit?” he growled like an angry bear.
“Because you are nothin’ but a no good dog! You lowdown, black bastard! You should thank God that it's your clothes burning and not your ass. Why would you screw your bitch in my house, Blunt? You dirty, cheating bastard!” I attacked him with flailing arms.
“Mo, chill the fuck out!” he barked, pinning my arms to my sides.
“Let go of me!” I cried.
He released me and stormed into the house. I was right on his heels. “I hope yo’ crazy ass ain’t burned up all my stuff!” he gritted as he ran to the bedroom to check the closet.
“Nope, the rest is in the bathroom, mothafucka,” I said.
Blunt was taken aback by my foul language, but it was he that had pushed me beyond the limit. He stared at me with disbelief on his face.
“What? You like your foul-mouthed hoes in the streets but not at home?” I spat, bumping up against him with my chest. I was ready to throw down.
“Get your li'l ass out the way.” He easily brushed me aside.
He made his way in the bathroom and found his belongings stacked up in the Jacuzzi. He whirled around scowling, “You poured bleach on my shit?”
I glanced down and saw his jeans had huge white spots all over them. His polo shirts had big holes and bleach stains on them. I used my best pair of scissors to design those bad boys.
“You brought another woman into my house and think I’m supposed to just shake that shit off like it never happened?” I cried.
“You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.”
“Oh no? Follow me.” I grabbed the front of his shirt and drug his lying ass into the guest room where he had laid up with his bitch in my house.
On the floor beside the bed were his bitch’s crusty panties and bra. I bent over, picked them up, and mushed them in Blunt's face. “Explain to me how Luscious stank drawers got under my bed.” Fire shot out of my eyes.
“I don’t kno’ who's shit that is. I ain’t had Luscious or nan other bitch in here,” he persisted.
“Blunt you lie so much it comes easily to you. You're pitiful!” I jabbed my finger in his face and stormed out the room.
Blunt ran up, grabbed me from behind, and roughly spun me around to face him.
“Mo’, you’re buggin’ for nothing. How the fuck you figure those belong to Luscious? Shawdy, you’re trippin'