So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,44

Mika, unconsciously sizing her up. She had a caramel skin tone, big, pretty eyes, and full lips that men likely found sexy. Her hair was cut into a long bob, and she wore little makeup.

I found myself a little jealous. It was a lot easier to imagine Blunt being with one of the dusty broads that he normally chose. I played it off as best I could.

I smacked my lips and laughed. “That’s what’s up. I’m happy for you all. I hope you are behaving at school and making good grades.” I switched subjects.

Mika gave me a smile. “Actually, he has been doing better in school, and his grades have improved. I spoke to his teacher, and she said he’s doing really good. And what’s your name?” She raised her eyebrow and looked at me curiously.

“I’m Molaysia. I’m sure that you’ve heard my name before.” I had to let her know who the hell I was even though it was kinda messy of me.

She nodded her head. “Yes, Blunt has mentioned you several times.”

“How’s the baby?” I asked catching her off guard.

“He’s doing good. He’s getting bigger every day. Listen, Molaysia woman to woman, I owe you an apology. I knew that Blunt had a woman before we started seeing each other. I was wrong for that. Please forgive me.”

I waved her off. “Girl, don’t worry about it. I was sick and tired of him giving me headaches. I’ll let you deal with that now. Make sure you keep some Tylenol handy because he’s a handful.” We both kinda giggled.

“Shut up,” Devin said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder as I handed the cashier a ten dollar bill. “I’m going to send up a special prayer for you tonight, Devin. You should learn to be kind,” I suggested.

“I’m gon’ tell my mama what you said to me. She’s gon’ beat you up when she sees you, too,” he smart-mouthed me.

“Boy, I'll stomp a mud hole in your mama.” The words came out involuntarily, but I meant every syllable.

On my way out of the store, Devin threw a piece of candy at me. “You ole’ stank booty hoe,” he called me. I whirled around ready to give him a beating that was long overdue.

Mika snatched him up and tried to make him apologize, but his ornery butt was as stubborn as a mule.

“Somebody better teach that baby hoodlum some manners and respect,” I strongly urged Mika.

She just shook her head like she was exasperated from trying. They're building his cell now, so it will be ready by the time he's thirteen,” I predicted with a scowl.

As I returned to the car, I admonished myself for letting a child get under my skin. I was not going to allow a belligerent little runt to ruin my evening. I pushed Devin to the back of my mind and put on my happy face.

My heels were click clacking against the pavement, and I knew I looked fabulous. I winked at Rocco and slung the SUV’s door open. Then, I noticed Blunt sitting in his whip directly behind us. My heart skipped a beat.

Blunt’s car door swung open. He planted his fresh all white Adidas on the pavement and his body rose from his ride. Our eyes met. His pupils were red which warned me he was ready to clown.

Rocco was standing outside of his Lexus on his cell phone. He spotted Blunt stalking towards me, and he must’ve been able to tell from his expression that all hell was about to break loose. He shoved the cell phone down in his pocket and hurried around to my side of the car.

I hopped in the Lexus and locked the door. Blunt peered through the window with a maniacal look plastered on his face.

At that moment, I realized that he was crazy.

Man To Man

Blunt

I was sitting in the BP parking lot in my whip tickling my son, Antwan's belly. I looked up and saw Mo' wit' another nigga. Fire shot out of my nose. The bitch was dressed like that ass was going on a date. She was lookin’ all delectable and shit, smilin’ and throwing her hips like her ass was on fire!

Didn’t she kno’ that I’m the wrong nigga to play wit’?

I made sure that I hopped out of my whip wit’ steam coming off my head like a pressure cooker. Murking her was the only thing on my mind. I didn't give a fuck if we were together or not, the bitch