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  What Hurts The Most?

  III

  A Novel By:

  Tynessa

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  2015

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Acknowledgments

  First, I would like to thank God for giving me this gift and the ability to stay focused. To my #1 fan, my mom Varnessa (Rena) Mack, I can’t even begin to describe how much I love you. Thanks for being you and for all the love that you continue to give me. I love you more than life itself! To my aunt Trellis (Gail) Watson, you are the one true person that I could share anything with and won’t judge me. You are more like my best friend than my aunt and I love you more than you will ever know. Thanks ladies, for encouraging me to not give up, and for always listening to all my ideas and even adding a few of y’all own. I love you ladies more than anything in this world! I would also like to give a special shout out to my dad Michael (Big Mike) Mack for your love & support. I love you more than anything! Also, shouts out to my little brother and nephews. I love you guys so much.

  Shout out to ALL my cousins, Aunts and Uncles: I love you all from the bottom of my heart. Thanks for the love and support that ya’ll give. We might argue and fight but at the end of the day we’re family and ALWAYS have each other backs. I love ya’ll to the moon and back!

  I dedicate this book to my four angels that are watching over me…Nellie Jo (Grandma Jackie) Hammock, Johnnie Mae (MeMamma) Watson, Quinterrance (Quinn) Watson and Allen (T.A.Tuddy) Watson. I love and miss y’all so much and I know the four of you would be so proud of me. (I still find it hard to believe ya’ll are gone) REST IN PEACE! Also, RIP Moon and Debbie. Y’all are definitely being missed!

  To my readers: Thanks for the love and support. You guys are truly appreciated and I could never thank y’all enough! YOU GUYS ROCK!!!!

  Hope y’all enjoy!

  Synopsis

  In this last installment of what hurts the most, everyone learns that letting go is. Secrets are revealed and hearts are being crushed. We will see who’s going to be the last man standing and which woman will hold the key to which man’s heart. More drama and more backstabbing but as we already know, only one person can come off on top. Let’s just see who will be the last man standing.

  Chapter 1

  Something Ain’t Adding!

  Jay’vion

  It seemed like I’d been standing here for all of two hours staring at Stacy as she continued to muster up a lie to tell me why she had the picture she claimed to not have and the ring I’d proposed to Asia with. In reality, I’d only been standing here for about thirty seconds, if that long. I swear it was about to be rock-a-bye baby for this bitch.

  I’ve asked Stacy over and over again if she was the one that showed Asia that damn picture and she would always kick that same fucking lie that it wasn’t her. I feel so mothafuckin’ stupid right now for even giving this bitch the benefit of the doubt. I should’ve known she wasn’t nothing but an ol’ miserable ass side-ho that would go to the extreme to get me. Hell, she was always talking that shit about telling Asia, but a part of my dumb ass didn’t think she was about that life. I would threaten her ass and she’d apologize, and that would be the end of it.

  “Jay, I-I,” Stacy shook her head repeatedly, and stuttered over her own words. She tried reaching out for me, but I hauled back and slapped fire out of her ass. Whatever lie she was about to spit, she could save it because I didn’t want to hear it.

  “You what? Huh? You what bitch?” I backhanded her, sending her flying across the room. Before she could even get up or react, I was diving across the bed to the side she had landed on. I was always taught to never hit a female, but this bitch had crossed the line.

  “What you was gon’ say?” Grabbing Stacey by the neck, I yoked her ass up only to slam her right back on her back. Did I feel bad that I was fucking her up like she was a nigga? Hell fuck no I didn’t feel bad! I was going to teach her ass a lesson. All she had to do was be honest. She brought this shit on herself. “What? Were you going to lie to me again? That’s what you was about to do, ain’t it?” I asked as I picked her up and threw her across the room like she wasn’t shit. She hit the dresser, then the floor with a scream and a loud thump.

  “Jay, stop. Please!” Stacy managed to weep out.

  “Ho, don’t tell me to stop! You brought all this shit on your got-damn self. Yo funky ass wanna play mothafuckin games and shit, I’ma teach you I’m not the one to play them with.” I raised my foot and was about to smash this size thirteen in her face, but the frightened look in her eyes prevented me from doing so.

  Yeah, I was upset, but the soft spot I’d been trying to avoid for Stacy wouldn’t allow me to stomp a mud-hole in the damn girl. I had no problem beating her ass for the bullshit she pulled, but I wasn’t going to kill her.

  “I gotta tell you, Stacy. You did a damn good job at hiding this shit from me.” I paced around her room to keep from kicking her ass some more. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up so she could look at me. “You made a fucking fool out of me,” I roared. I was so upset that I was spitting with each word I spoke.

  “I don’t know how it got in there. It wasn’t me,” she cried out. There was so much hurt being heard in Stacy’s voice that I almost felt sorry for her; but I didn’t. Why should I? She didn’t give two fucks about how I would feel when she broke up my happy home with my fiancé. Now I had to work extra hard to get Asia back because I’d been flaunting this ho around town, which caused her to leave me in the first place.

  “See, bitch you lying again!” This time, I head butted the shit out of her. Her head went flying back and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, knocking her out cold. I dropped her unconscious ass body on the floor, grabbed my keys, and walked out her bedroom. I wasn’t surprised at all that Coo-Coo ass was standing right there in the hallway.

  “You didn’t have to put your hands on her, Jay. I heard ya’ll fighting all the way out here,” she said to me. I turned and gave her ass a look of death. The way I was feeling, she could get it too. Only thing is; I would actually kill her slow ass.

  “Bitch, shut the fuck up before I give you something worse than I gave your ho ass, bitch ass friend.” She just stared at me, but knew not to say anything else. For all I knew, they probably been in the shit together. I wouldn’t put it past them.

  When I got outside, I jumped in my truck and headed straight to Asia’s house. I didn’t give a fuck if that nigga was there or not. I was on a wrath path and his ass could definitely feel what this Glock I was packing felt like. My trigger finger had been itching for his ass anyways. Ever since he disrespected me at the club that night. Then he’s fucking my girl now. Yeah, his ass most definitely had one coming!

  When I pulled up to her crib, that fuck nigga’s car was parked in the driveway like he owned that bitch. I was tired of this shit. Every damn time I be on my stalker-ish and ride past the damn house, his ass would be there. This shit gots to end!

  Hopping out the Rover, I marched up to the front door like the mad-badass nigga I was. I banged on it twice before I begun kicking it continuously, trying to kick that bitch off the hinges. I secretly hoped tha
t nigga came to the door so I could go ahead and pop his ass with a bullet that was meant just for him. I saw someone peek out the blinds, then I heard the locks being unlocked.

  “Jay’vion, is you crazy? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Asia shouted as soon as she opened the door. I cursed underneath my breath, because it was her and not her lil boyfriend. I started to mush her ass back inside, but I had promised her and myself that I wouldn’t put my hands on her again, and if I wanted her back in my life, I was gon’ have to live up to that promise.

  “Aye, let me holla at you right quick.” I pushed myself right inside the house without invitation, leaving her still standing there with the door wide open.

  “Hell no, Jay! Whatever you have to say you can say it outside. I have company and don’t have time for one of your games,” she complained. Ya’ll already know I wasn’t trying to hear that shit, though. I got even more pissed when this fuck nigga was posted on the couch with his feet propped all up, shirtless and shit like he was at home.

  “What you moved this nigga in or something?” I turned and asked Asia. I’d only seen his face about three times, and I was already tired of seeing the ugly ass shit.

  “Look, don’t come barging all in my shit asking no mothafuckin questions like you running something, Jay’vion. Now what the fuck do you want? I’m busy,” Asia called herself checking me. I stared at her, because her mouth was becoming real reckless nowadays. Since we’ve broken up, it had gotten nastier. I didn’t like that shit.

  “Man, can we talk in private? I just need to ask you a question, and I don’t need this nigga all in my business,” I looked at her with a serious expression. She looked as if she was debating if she wanted to send ol’ boy out the room of not. Finally she did, and as he was walking out, we mugged one other. I guess his trigger finger itched for me just as much as mine was itching for his ass.

  “What Jay’vion? You could have just called me on the phone instead of popping up over here like I was the one that gave you directions to my house in the first place,” Asia flopped down on the couch and said. I ignored her ignorance and got to the point of me coming over here.

  “The girl that you been seeing me with since we broke up, I thought you said she wasn’t the one that approached you that day. The one you gave the ring to.” I needed answers and I needed them fast, because this shit wasn’t adding up. Asia said it wasn’t her, so there shouldn’t have been no reason I found my picture in that ho phone or the damn ring.

  “It wasn’t that damn girl!” Asia frowned and said. “I done already told you that once.”

  “Man, is you sure? I mean, I was chilling at her crib and I found this.” I didn’t even bother to mention the picture as I dug in my front pocket and pulled out her engagement ring. She looked confused and shook her head.

  “I don’t know why, because I didn’t give it to her. I gave it to some Stacy chick,” she went on to say. I was confused as fuck, because some damn body was playing games and shit.

  “Her name is Stacy, Asia!”

  “Well I guess you know another Stacy, because this chick didn’t look nothing like that girl. She was a high yellow bitch, with a ghetto booty and long blonde weave. She was way lighter than the girl you go with now,” Asia explained.

  “I don’t go with her!” I felt the need to let her know.

  “You say potato, I say tomato!”

  I shook my head and couldn’t help but chuckle. Yea, she still cared. I thought to myself. At that moment, I began to feel sorry for beating Stacy’s ass the way I had done. Maybe that wasn’t the best move. I should’ve came over and talked to Asia first, but once I saw that ring I had blacked out and let my anger get the best of me.

  “Well if you’re done, you can go ahead and leave now,” Asia said, bringing me out my thoughts.

  “Yea, aight. I gotta go figure this shit out.” I didn’t even give her a chance to reply. I just walked right out the door.

  I didn’t know why, but Co-Co kept popping up in my head. Only thing is, she didn’t have blonde hair and she damn sure didn’t wear weave. She had natural curly hair. Who the fuck could it have been though?

  I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to let the shit stress me out. It’d come to light sooner or later. Right now, I was going to give Stacy time to cool off, then go apologize to her. I’m a man that keeps it one-hunnid, and ain’t scared to admit my fuck ups, and I’d fucked up by putting my hands on that damn girl when Asia had already said it wasn’t her once. I just hoped she forgave me.

  Chapter 2

  Love Triangle!

  Kacey

  As I drove over to Rachel’s house, I recited the words I was gon’ say to end this little affair or whatever it was you wanted to call it with her. I was sick of living this double life I had been doing since I got home from prison. When I was still locked up it was much easier to juggle two women at the same time. Now that I was out, this shit was for the damn birds. These niggas could have that player role, because it wasn’t for me. I wanted one woman and one woman only, and that was my baby Tangela. I just got caught up while trying to make it back home to her without waiting five years to do so.

  I pulled up at Rachel’s house and looked around before getting out. Whenever I came over here, I always had to make sure I wasn’t followed. Here lately, since she did that fuck shit and started talking to my nigga, Jay, I had done started parking around back. I didn’t give a fuck today, because I wasn’t planning on staying here long at all. I was gonna say what I had to and take my ass home to the soon to be mother of my second child.

  “Well look at what the fucking cat finally done dragged in. Nigga I been calling you for how long?” Rachel said as soon as I walked in. I had a key to her place, so I just walked right in. Hell, I paid all the damn bills in this bitch so why shouldn’t I have a key?! That’s why my baby was still living in that small ass apartment, because I was giving this bitch hush money.

  “Man look, we need to talk!” I said seriously as I walked past her and went straight to the bedroom. Of course she followed me, still raising hell because I hadn’t been coming over there like I should since Tan announced her pregnancy to me. “Shut the fuck up and sit down! Damn,” I yelled at Rachel.

  Her ass ran her fucking mouth so much that I wanted to punch her right in the mothafucka. She thought because she had helped me get out early that she could hang that shit over my head. She threw that shit up in my face every chance she got. Hell, the only reason I even started fucking with Rachel was so I could get home to Tan. Unfortunately, her ass got pregnant by me so now I had to deal with her for the next eighteen years.

  I know what you all are thinking, but I did what I had to so I could get home to my baby. Rachel used to work the night shift at Atlanta Federal Penitentiary, and used to flirt with me all the time. Like, this bitch had even begun coming in on her off days. I don’t know how those folks didn’t know what was up. After she slipped me her number to call, I knew then that I was about to use her ass. My homeboy had a cell phone, so I used to get his shit to call and spit that sweet nothing to Rachel. Just a bunch of bullshit I knew she wanted to hear.

  Rachel used to risk her job and her co-workers jobs by paying them five hundred bucks to cover for her while we went and fucked off. Sad thing about it is, we only had sex three times, but one of those times she got pregnant. Now, I don’t regret my four-month-old son, Kacey Jr., but I do regret cheating on my girl and fucking his mama. I already know Tan is going to kill me when she finds this shit out.

  “Okay, talk! I wanna hear the bullshit reason as to why you haven’t been bringing your ass over here to see you damn son. Then on top of that, your parole officer has been coming by looking for you. You lucky the bitch is my sister, otherwise your ass would be right back behind bars.” I sat here listening to Rachel run her damn mouth. I was so sick of going back and forth with her. I swear, she was the baby mama from hell!

  “My girl is pregnant,” I blurted out. I already knew she was about t
o raise all types of hell, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t about to leave Tan, and not for her ass anyways. I just hoped she wasn’t going to be on some grimy shit and have my ass thrown right back in the slammer.

  “Your girl? The same girl that you promised repeatedly that you was going to leave?! The same girl that you swear up and down that you ain’t still fucking?! Unless you got another bitch that you been cheating on me with, I don’t want to hear it; because there’s no way possible that this Tan chick I been seeing you with is pregnant by you when y’all not supposed to be having sex. Nah, it can’t that bitch!”

  I dropped my head, because I was all the way busted. I kicked it to Rachel like me and Tan was no longer intimate, and I was only staying with her because she was about to come into a lump sum of money from her dead grandfather—which wasn’t true. Tan’s grandfather died when she was younger—way before I came into the picture—and I continued to stay with her because I loved her ass and never had the intention of leaving her.

  “It’s her!” I finally said, not even caring what the outcome was going to be. Rachel just stared at me as her chest heaved up and down. I knew she was beyond pissed, and honestly I didn’t give a fuck about her feelings.

  “So what, you just been living a double life, huh? I bet the bitch don’t even know about your son, do she? Nah, I know she doesn’t. I can tell by how the bitch is all smiles when I see the two of y’all together. So, do you want to tell her or do I need to? In case you forgot, I know where y’all live. Remember, I went there with Jay that one night to pick you up,” she said with a smug look. I sprang off the bed so fucking fast and yoked her ass up.

  Now, I don’t usually yoke up no female; hell, I didn’t even put my hands on them period, but Rachel just asked for that. I had been letting her slide with calling Tan all kind of bitches, but she overstepped her boundaries when she threatened to tell her some shit that we had going on. She wasn’t about to fuck up my relationship with my girl because she was in her damn feelings. I wasn’t about to let that go down.