Both CJ and Essence were screaming to the top of their lungs from all the chaos Cojak caused. I wanted none of today’s events to get back to Royce. However, I had a child that told his father everything. CJ was definitely telling that crazy man on Cojak. I could already see the steam coming from that man’s body. This wasn’t good for me or my whack ass baby daddy.
“Ma’am, you and your kids need to leave. Don’t come back,” one of the guards said walking us out.
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. Take my name off the fuckin’ visitation list as well!” I shouted carrying both of my kids out the door.
“Mommy, I wanna go home.”
“We are baby boy. We are.”
I wanted to break down and shed so many tears, but my babies needed their mother to console them and be strong for them. They didn’t know what was going on or what they walked in to. I should’ve prioritized their safety. This was the reason why Royce’s protection was needed. I had poor judgment in certain situations and clearly Cojak didn’t care about us the way I thought.
Seventeen
Royce
It was one thing to be upset about the marriage shit but to ignore my text and calls were another. I sat in the office at the mall calling Klarity’s phone for the umpteenth time with it continuously ringing through to the voicemail. I was trying to let her have her space as a woman but damn. Shit like this was what made me go crazy.
Lighting a blunt, I took a few pulls to try and calm a nigga nerves. My kids were with her, so I was on edge more than anything. Be mad at me for forging the marriage but damn don’t take my kids and dip out. It wasn’t that fuckin’ serious for her to be doing all that. She was gon’ marry me regardless so why not just get that shit out the way.
“Aye, you ain’t gon’ believe this shit. I just got word sis’ at county visiting her baby daddy,” Striker said coming through the door.
“What?” I yelled.
“Yup. Tasha said she had to escort her and the kids out ‘cause that fuck nigga was on ten. He even pulled my CJ hair. That nigga need to be put in the dirt like yesterday. Say the word and it’s handled.” Striker was gon’ offer his services each and everytime. I didn’t have to ask that nigga to ride ‘cause he was gon’ do it without question.
“Nah, I got it. Just be ready tonight.”
“Shit, I’m ready now.”
I checked Klarity’s location to see she was indeed at the jailhouse. I scoffed before a menacing smirk pierced my lips. I felt like she was trying me and that was gon’ end bad for her. One thing I didn’t play about was my shit. Her and them two lil’ humans that’s attached to her hips belonged to me and quite frankly, I didn’t like that she took them to see that pussy nigga. He ain’t do shit when she was with him and he ain’t do shit now. Him being able to lay eyes on my family was blowing my fuckin’ mind.
Another call was paid to her phone and two more after that. She wasn’t trying to answer the phone and that was making my blood boil. I wasn’t one to send empty threats so either she got with the program or got with the fuckin’ program ‘round this bitch. There were no other options.
Me: You avoiding me and that’s cool.I know where the fuck you been. Whether you bring yo’ ass home now or later, yo’ head still getting knocked off yo’ fuckin’ shoulders.
“What she on? Why she go see that nigga? Y’all beefing or something?” Striker was asking the same questions I wanted answers to.
“If we is, that’s new to me. I ain’t even ‘bout to focus on shawty right now. She gon’ have me out here dropping niggas just because. What the numbers looking like?” I had to change the topic, or else shit was gon’ end bad for some folk.
“They bigger and better. That new shit you copped making the streets sing. We ain’t seen the other shit yet then again that nigga was on pussy shit to begin with so selling it in the city ain’t gon’ happen.”
“I’m already knowing. You said he was from Florida. Why the fuck he all the way up here in the Springs meddling and shit? What’s his goal?” The first time I ever heard that nigga name was through Striker. Bentley wasn’t on none of The Oath’s radar.
“I asked some folk in Florida and apparently, he running shit down there. That’s all him. Why he so far away from home causing chaos? I have no fuckin’ idea. I ain’t even made the connection between him and Walt yet.”
“What’s his last name?”
“Don’t nobody know. He so quiet and ducked off it took me a minute getting his first. They say he only show face when necessary.”
If this nigga Bentley was aiming for my attention, he got it. The fact you came to my city and took what the fuck was mine meant you been had eyes on me. Jealousy made that nigga travel hours away from home and fuck with me. I wasn’t understanding what the fuck I had that made him enter my territory. He had to have loose screws or something.
Walt did his dirty work, so I was curious to know how they knew each other. Walt was from Sage Springs born and raised. He shouldn’t know shit ‘bout that nigga simply because he rarely left the city. This was bigger than a petty ass shipment and the one nigga that had the details was dead and gone.
“See if you can get his full name. I need that like today,” I said sitting up.
“Will do. Where you headed after this?”
“To the crib to wait on my wife and kids. I ain’t stepping back out till midnight or so. My aunt won’t be there until then.”
