“You need to let him see his kids. Only bitter hoes use kids as pawns. Broke ass.”
“You wish I was broke. You and that gay behind nigga. If you got something to say to me love, we can step outside,” I said stepping out unbothered by her and her antics.
I was good with not letting Cojak see any of us again but one thing I didn’t tolerate was him slandering my name as if I was the reason he couldn’t see my kids. He chose to be where he was, and he chose another bitch over us. This wasn’t my fault, and her dumbass was the only one falling for his bullshit. He didn’t have me to control or add money to his books anymore, so he was using that to make a statement. I truly didn’t give a fuck though.
My uncle took the kids and loaded them in the car. He was going to always keep them away from drama and bullshit. He didit for me and Serinity whenever we would go to parties. He was the first one on the scene scooping us up. Safety took priority.
She followed behind me and I made sure I kept distance. Neither one of us were pregnant anymore, so if she was feeling froggy, I damn sure wanted her to leap so I could drop that bitch. I was very quiet and timid and never really liked being at odds with anyone because that wasn’t my thing. However, if she wanted to go there, so be it.
“Broke like the fuck I said. Yeah, CoCo told me all about you living check to check boo. You can stop playing like you got it like that ‘cause we all know the truth,” she ranted.
“While I was with that broke ass nigga, you bets believe my pockets were flatter than yo’ ass. Things has changed though bookie. The car I drive screams money and the ring on my finger does as well. Hell, while we at it, myhusband’sname has plenty commas attached to it, too. Since we all know some shit ‘round this bitch, I’m sure you know all about him. Royce Atkins. That ring a bell or two?” I asked calmly.
She wasn’t shit but a bitch that filled some shoes I outgrew. Nothing about Cojak could make me jealous or feel like I missed out on something good. Finding out about them was the best thing that could ever fuckin’ happen to me. She took on the financial burden he was and all I could say was good fuckin’ riddance.
“Royce? You’re married to Royce Atkins? Girl, you could’ve told any other lie but that one. He ain’t looking yo’ way bitch,” she commented followed by a hysterical laugh. Apparently, she was tickled from my response.
“Klarity, go on about your business. Royce don’t like all this drama surrounding his name. That’s the quickest way to get him to flip shit. Aye, I don’t know you, but I know my family. Don’t speak on them in any shape or form. You can get on away fromhere ‘cause we can’t help you. Niece, call me later.” Uncle Quill came and shut shit down immediately.
I nodded with a smile, and said, “Yes sir. I’ll have Royce call when I get back to the compound. Bye, Auntie. I’ll stop through again so you can spend time with them, or you can just let me know when you want to come to the house, and I’ll let the guards know. Bye love.”
Flexing had never been my forte but damn it felt good stunting on bitches that didn’t mean me no good. She wanted to hurt me by bringing up where I used to be. I was cool with that though because I was broke and struggling but my husband took me out of that situation and placed me in a better one. If Cojak was where she wanted to be who the fuck was I to fight her on it.
Walking to my car, I lowkey got upset. Cojak didn’t deserve a visit from me or my babies, but I was going to give it to him. This was the last time and day he would ever see our face. Some shit you couldn’t erase and the hurt he bestowed upon me would be etched in memory. Someone better found me, and I thanked God for him every day.
“Cordell Jackson!” the guard shouted. It was finally time for us to be seen. It had been months since I visited him, and I didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest. Once he showed me where I stood, that was it. There was nothing else to discuss honestly.
“Come on baby boy. We have someone to see,” I said standing with Essence in my arms. I stretched my hand to CJ once I got her situated.
He clung to my side as we entered the open room. This was his second time coming up here and I refused to bring either of them ever again. This visit was our one and done for the rest ofour lives. I didn’t give a fuck if they let his ass out tomorrow, me and mine were cutting ties.
He sat at his normal table looking as if he was excited to see us. This was the first time he actually put on a smile for me. Usually, I was looked at as the bitch that made his life miserable. I didn’t let this bull phase me. I stepped in my heels and designer looking better than the rundown girl from months ago. My kids didn’t miss a beat either.
Cojak stood once we were in reach silently asking for a hug. CJ was the only one to give in. I had absolutely nothing for this man. Plus, my husband would flip shit if he knew I even touched this fuck nigga.
Damn Klarity. He really got his way and made you his wife.
“I can’t get no hug, baby mama? I mean damn.” Cojak was starting already.
“You wanted to see the kids, right? Your girl had no problem letting me know that when she saw me.”
He took a seat wearing a look of confusion. He always put on like he didn’t know what was going on or like he wasn’t the one telling lies. He was a joke, and I hated it took me so long to realize it. Lil’ Miss Thing was who he gave more respect to so she was who’s ass he needed to kiss. My nigga was kissing mine by himself with no help.
“What you mean, Klarity?”
“Tuh. NothingCoCo. You see the kids. Can we go now?” I questioned. I was uninterested in any of the lies he wanted to spew.
“Y’all just got here. It’s been months since you been up here. The fuck you in a rush for? What? I ain’t good enough to fuckin’ spend time with?” He was on ten already and I didn’t have the time for it. It never mattered where we were, he was going to embarrass us every single time.
“I’m not about to do this. The only reason I’m here is to get this shit over with.” I pushed my hair behind my ear and he snatched my hand toward him. I almost dropped Essence in the process.
“Man, what the fuck is this on yo’ finger, Klarity? You engaged to a nigga?”
“You’re hurting me,” I groaned yanking my arm back. CJ leaned into my side and gripped my shirt. He was letting me know he was scared, and I acknowledged it. “You wanted to see them and you did. We’re leaving and you’re never seeing us again. My husband ain’t even playing these kind of games, so I don’t know why the fuck I am. Come on CJ. Let’s go baby.”
Grabbing CJ, I tried walking away, but Cojak wouldn’t let us. My son was pulled back by his hair causing him to cry out in agony. This nigga was really losing his fuckin’ mind handling my child like that. The guards rushed over before he could do anything further tasing him in his back immediately. I had so much doubt on seeing his bitch ass, but I did it because at the end of the day, we created these kids together. Him acting a plum fool was something I knew was coming but still gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“My son? Because you can’t get to me you hurt him? You a bitch ass nigga!” I shouted.
