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  “Yo, nigga. Why you didn’t tell me Tez was yo’ damn brother?” I asked. Him cutting his eyes at my girl didn’t go unnoticed, either. I didn’t say anything about it though, maybe it was nothing.

  “How you know him?” was what he asked with a confused expression. I explained the same shit I had explained to Tan about us being locked up together. “Yea, that nigga my brother,” he said with a shrug as he took a seat. I heard a little animosity in his voice, and I knew something was up.

  “Damn, you don’t sound too happy about that,” I said with a chuckle.

  “He just been on some other shit nowadays, but fuck him. I ain’t about to get into all that right now. What you doing tonight? Can you club or is lil sis gon’ have yo’ ass on a tight leash?” Jay asked with a laugh. He knew Tan never nagged me about my whereabouts or the shit I did, because she never had to worry about me cheating on her or giving her a reason to think I was. I never put the streets before my lady, and maybe he needed to learn the same thing.

  “Kacey is free to do whatever he wants! He’s a grown ass man and I can’t stop him from doing nothing he wants to do. So no, Tangela will not have him on no leash,” Tan answered for me. She got up and let me know she would be waiting for me in the car, and left out.

  “Lil sis is mad as hell at me, huh?” Jay laughed.

  “She’ll be alright. So how’s things been since I been gone?” I asked, referring to his business and Tan, of course.

  “Oh, shit has been copacetic around here,” he answered. Usually, when I spoke to him on the phone, he would have a whole lot to say about what was going on in the drug game, now it was just copacetic. Yea, okay, sure! Something wasn’t right, and I knew it.

  “That’s what’s up! And Tangela?” Jay stared at me momentarily before informing me that everything was good with her.

  “I’m not going to say that she was the perfect angel or no shit like that. I mean, she did things that normal hos would do, like clubbing and flirt with niggas; you know, shit like that.”

  Did this mothafucka just call, my girl a ho on a sly? I wanted to check him on that shit, but I decided to let him slide with it and brushed it off.

  Jay and I kicked it a little while longer before I left. Tan was in the car, and I didn’t want to leave her waiting. I walked out his house with a smile plastered across my face. Just knowing that my baby had been an angel while I did that little time had me ready to go to the courthouse today and wife her ass up.

  Chapter 3

  No Love Lost!

  Quintez

  I sat here staring at my phone waiting for Tang to reply back to my text I had sent her hours ago. I even called, but she didn’t answer. I didn’t care one way or the other that she was with that sucker ass, soon to be ex-nigga of hers. She was about to tell me who it was going to be. Him or me. Just when I said fuck it, her ass go hit me back with some bullshit.

  Tang: I honestly don’t know Quintez. I do know I don’t want to lose your friendship.

  My friendship? I’m trying to build something with this damn girl and she talking about some she doesn’t wanna lose my fucking friendship. That’s basically saying—it was fun while it last, but I’m staying with my nigga and I hope we can remain friends.

  I didn’t even respond back to that B.S. It is what it is! Had I known that nigga was getting out today, I would’ve never expressed my damn feelings to her ass. I would’ve kept pretending they weren’t there until they eventually went away. It was all good though, because it was easy for me to act as if those feelings never occurred, and straight up ignore her ass.

  When I saw the picture of her and that nigga Kace, I thought my damn eyes were deceiving me. I would’ve never guessed that was her man. Everyone called the nigga C-Breezy or Breezy in the pen, because he resembles the singer Chris Brown. I called him Kace! I am not about to call a grown ass man another nigga’s name; and if I were him, I wouldn’t even answer to that bullshit. I definitely wasn’t buying that ‘early release’ bullshit he told Tang, either. This nigga was about to make a drug deal with an undercover cop, so I know damn well they didn’t let his ass out unless he snitched a mothafucka out or was about to. Maybe I could be wrong, but my mind was set on that.

  I looked down at my ringing phone and started to send Tang straight to the voicemail, but curiosity wouldn’t let me. I wanted to know what it was she had to say.

  “What’s up?” I answered.

  “Why you didn’t tell me that you two knew one another?” she asked with an attitude. I took the phone from my ear and looked at it before putting it back.

  “What?” I know she didn’t call to question me about that lame ass nigga.

  “You sat in my bedroom and looked at that picture of me and Kacey, and never once didn’t you mention you knew him. Was all this some kind of sick game to y’all, Quintez? Did, Kacey put you up to this?”

  I had every intention of hanging up on her. I’m a grown ass man that don’t play games! Yea, I probably should’ve told her I knew him, but I didn’t, so oh well.

  “Man, don’t call me with that. I don’t play mothafuckin’ games! Why you texting me with that bullshit? The fuck you mean, you don’t know and you don’t wanna lose my friendship?” I was heated. I mean, if she wanted to be with him, then I would rather she let me know than beat around the bush. There would be no love lost. I would no doubt be pissed about it, because my feelings were now involved but shit, I’ll just move on to the next bitch and count this one as a loss.

  “It means I don’t know, Quintez! You know how I feel about you, but you also knows how I feel about Kacey.”

  “Yea, yea! You claim you love that nigga so much, but you were steady busting it wide open for me every chance you got.” I wasn’t sugarcoating shit. I was simply stating the truth.

  “Damn, did you have to say it like that?” She sounded offended, but I didn’t care. She knew I wasn’t lying; just like she knew I was a mothafucka that spoke my mind. After I didn’t respond she said, “What you do to your brother? He said you was on some other shit.”

  I was confused. His ass was the one of some shit, literally. That mothafucka had some nerve, but I wasn’t about to discuss that with her.

  “Man, I ain’t on a mothafuckin’ thing. But we ain’t talking about him right now, we’re talking about—.”

  “I have to go. Kacey is coming!” she announced right before hanging up.

  I stared at the phone, not liking the fact that she had just hung up on me. I didn’t like that rude shit. That’s one thing I couldn’t stand, a rude ass mothafucka! Sitting the phone on my nightstand, I got up and headed to the shower. Tang had just pissed me off in the worst way, and that only thing that can attempt to cheer me up was pussy, and I knew the right person to call.

  Chapter 4

  No New Boo!

  Asia

  Sitting underneath the dryer at the salon, I was all into my phone, getting a kick out of all the different posts on Facebook of mothafuckas claiming to have haters. It never fails. I swear, nothing in this world irks my nerves more than that shit. Everybody can’t have haters! Anyways, you know how you’re minding your business, but all of a sudden you feel a pair of eyes on you? I hate that. Don't sit there staring at me when I’m trying to mind my business. It wasn’t until I saw a fresh pair of kicks standing directly in front of me that I looked up.

  Brother had it going on! He didn’t appear to be as tall as Jay, but he was tall. Standing at about 5’9–maybe 6 foot even–he weighed about 190 pounds. He was brown-skinned with a set of full, juicy pink lips. They looked soft as hell, so damn soft that I wanted to kiss them right then and there.

  “May I help you?” I asked as he stood there smiling at me. Good thing the dryer had gone off so I didn't have to yell. He took a seat next to me before extending his hand for a handshake. I just looked at it. Who was this guy?

  “Damn, it’s like that lil mama? I can’t get a handshake?” asked this mystery guy. He was sexy as hell, and that al
one had me shaking his hand. What harm could a handshake do? He smiled, “See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?!”

  I rolled my eyes and pressed my lips together. He had a sexy ass smile as well.

  “Do I know you?” I finally asked since he was too busy smiling to introduce himself. He licked those pink ass lips before speaking. Damn! Was all that even called for?

  “Nah, but I'm trying to get to know you. What’s your name, ma?” From his accent, I could tell he wasn’t from GA. Maybe up North, somewhere.

  Just as I opened my mouth to speak, Deb, my hairstylist was calling my name. “It’s Asia,” I let him know before walking off to the chair. It wasn’t long before he was taking a seat next to me in the empty chair.

  “So, Asia, where’s your man at? ‘Cause I know you got one,” he said as he picked up one of the curling irons that were at the station where he sat and begin playing with it. Black folks was always bothering shit.

  “She ain’t got one!” my loud mouth hairstylist blurted out.

  “I think he was talking to me,” I turned in my seat and said. Her ass was so damn nosey and was always in folks damn business. I couldn’t stand a nosey ass bitch. Ol’ dude laughed.

  “So why a pretty thing like you don’t have a man?” he asked me. I hunched my shoulder and rolled my eyes.

  “Not looking for one.” I kept my answer short. I had finally got where I wasn’t thinking about Jay’s ass on a daily basis, and I wanted to keep it like that.

  “I feel you ma. So what about a friend? I know you can use one of those.”

  “Nope, not really,” I shot his ass down real quick. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but I wasn’t looking for no damn friend, either. I wasn’t ready to be chilling with no guys or going on dates and shit. I was with Jay’vion for all those years—for nothing—and wasn’t ready to start over with some new cat. I needed time for my heart to completely heal.

  “Come on ma. Everybody could use a friend,” he said.

  “Not me!” I rolled my eyes upwards. What was he doing in here anyways? Did he just come in here to talk to chicks? “What are you doing in here anyways?” I took it upon myself to ask.

  “I brought my lil cousin in here to get her shit done.” He pointed to some chick getting her hair washed. “And that’s when I saw your sexy ass.”

  “Oh okay,” is all I said. We made small talk about nothing; mainly, he was begging me to take his number or to give him mines. That wasn’t going to happen.

  Once Deb was done with my hair, he paid her. I begged him not to, because I could pay myself, but he wasn’t trying to hear that. He even walked me to my car.

  “So, you going to give me the number or what?” he asked while standing at my car door. I’d gotten in and was trying to close the door but he had a tight ass grip on it. His ass was starting to scare me.

  “Look, I’m not giving you my number, so could you please move so I could go?”

  “Damn ma, you acting like I’m on some bogus shit. I’m just trying to get to know you, that’s all.” I couldn’t help but to laugh at the puppy dog eyes he was giving me. Just for the little time we’ve been chatting, I could tell he was silly and would be fun to hang out with. However, I wasn’t ready for all that–yet.

  “How about this; if we ever run into one another again, then I would give you my number. Cool?” I said that because I knew it was going to be a small chance of us running into one another again. I mostly stayed to myself nowadays, since Jay and I went our separate ways. Plus he told me that he was on a business trip, and he was leaving the following day.

  “And I can get a date too?” he asked. I chuckled and nodded my head up and down. This guy just wasn’t letting up.

  “Aight. I’ma hold you up to that. My name is Ke’unta, but you can call me Ke.”

  “Ke’unta,” I repeated after him. What a unique name.

  “Damn, that shit sound good rolling off your tongue, ma. Say it again.” He licked those lips of his again. I laughed and looked the other way.

  “You know what, I’m not about to play with you. I have to go.” Ke let me know I would be seeing him again right before he walked back inside the shop. What he meant by I’ll be seeing him again was beyond me. I didn’t even ask any questions, because I knew I wouldn’t.

  When I got home, Tan’s car was parked in my driveway. I didn’t even know she was coming by. She didn’t call me, like she would normally do. I gathered my things and got out as she was opening her car door.

  “What’s up boo? Your hair looks good,” said Tan as she rubbed her hand over the side of my head that was shaved. She then began picking at the curls on the left side that I had Deb to cut a little shorter than usual.

  “Thank boo. I didn’t know you were coming by. How long have you been here?” I asked as we walked inside my house.

  “Not too long. I decided to come by while Kacey hung out with your boo.” Though Jay wasn’t my boo, I knew that’s who she was referring to. But wait; what she meant Kacey was hanging out with him? Hanging out where?

  “Huh?” was all I said while standing there looking dumbfounded. I knew he wasn’t out, because the nigga had five damn years to serve. That’s what I thought, anyways.

  “You heard me right! Bitch, the nigga popped up on me and Tez this afternoon; like bish I’m home.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her crazy ass, making jokes and shit. I bet she near ‘bout shitted on herself at the time. “What make it so damn bad, we had just got done fucking.”

  “Oh hell naw. And what you do Tan? Who won the fight, because I know Kacey nutted the hell up catching that nigga there? Tez buffed ass better not have let Kace beat his ass,” I laughed. Kacey didn’t play when it came to Tan. That’s one fight I wouldn’t want to miss.

  “Girl, I thought it was you, but it was that nigga. When I saw him, I had forgot that Quintez was even there until Kacey ass looked like he had seen a damn ghost. I turned around, and the crazy nigga was just standing there looking at us.” I was cracking up. I hated to be in Tan’s shoes right now. “Bitch, he was standing there like Jason or somebody.”

  “Damn, that’s fucked up. So what are you going to do now?” I wanted to know. There was no way she could continue to play the both of them now that Kace was home. I knew for a fact that neither one of them was going to go for that shit. Niggas could play females all day long, but when they felt played, it was World War III.

  “I don’t know. You know Kacey is my baby, but I have grown to love Quintez, too. Ugh. I just don’t know what to do.” Tan jumped up as if something had just come to mind. “I knew it was something I was going to tell you. This shit is all fucked up, for real. Right before Kacey knocked on my door, Quintez had just confessed his love for me,” she said all in one breath.

  I was shocked. Quintez was always spitting that shit how he wasn’t looking for love, ‘F’ these hos and these bitches gets no love from him. Now, my girl had done put that whip appeal on his ass and he was hooked. It was funny how niggas changed their mind once they got some good good, some of that act right. If only his punk ass brother was like that. Dumb fucker!

  “Wow. Damn, I bet that nigga hate he even said something, now. But since you feel the same way about him, what are you holding on to with Kacey?” I asked. Tan gave me a smug look. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I knew Tan loved Kacey; but me personally, I thought Tez had her heart. That’s just what I thought.

  “Because I love Kacey and we’ve been rocking together the longest. Look at all the years we’ve held each other down.”

  “Okay, that’s all y’all have is years. You need to follow your heart Tan, and if it was with Kacey, then you wouldn’t have cheated on him again after the first time.” I stated. She just dropped her head, because she knew I was stating the truth.

  “But with Kacey, I already know what I’m getting. You see how Quintez is, Asia. No offense, but he’s Jay’s brother. Why break things off with my man for a nigga that already have hos lined up. I’m not trying to end t
hings with Kace to fight off Quintez’s hos.”

  Tan did have a point, and I wasn’t going to argue with her right there. We talked a little more about her dilemma before she left to get dressed for the club tonight. I really wasn’t up for it, because I wasn’t ready to party wit Jay’vion. I thought it was too soon for all that, but my girl wanted me there, so I was going to be there. Plus, Kace and I were cool so I had to be there for him. Even if I did talk shit about him.

  I don’t know why, but my mind drifted to Ke’unta’s sexy self. I kind of wished I had given him my number, but oh well. Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I mean, he did live out of town, so what could he have done for me?!

  Chapter 5

  Let A Nigga Try Me!

  Jay’vion

  I was posted on the wall in the corner of the club with Stacy grinding her thick ass hips on my wood. If only she had those moves in the bedroom, then we would be all good. Her ass was slowly learning, though. She explained to me that she wasn’t that experienced, and she began sucking dick way before she lost her virginity, so I was working with her. I was still mainly just receiving head, though.

  “Shake that ass mama.” I smacked her on the ass and she started grinding harder.

  I looked over to my left as my brother was making his way towards me. I haven’t seen that nigga since he called himself threatening me. I wasn’t in the mood for this bipolar ass nigga’s bullshit. Brother or not, I’d hate to tear this damn club up with him. We have never really had an altercation to the point that he would actually threaten me, so I didn’t know what had gotten into this nigga; coming at me all wrong and shit. We were brothers, so we shouldn’t even be beefing at all. No matter what I had done. It was supposed to be us against the damn world!

  “What’s up?” I asked as he stood in front of me. His face held no emotions, so I couldn’t tell if he was upset or not. He always has been one of those unpredictable types. That’s what I loved about my brother. Niggas never knew what to expect when it came down to him.