I stood from my seat and headed out of the room as they all began to undress.
I pulled up to my moms crib and waited. I had a bone to pick with her ass because she had been dodging my fucking calls since Jela, Truce, and Neveah disappeared. Whenever I pulled up on her, Uncle Kari or Aunt LaShaun would say she wasn’t home.
I knew she was here today, though.
I’d been sitting outside the house waiting for her ass to emerge. As soon as I saw her pull her car into the garage, I got out and hurried up the driveway. I watched her get out and take some groceries out of the back, just humming and thinking shit was sweet.
“What's up, Ma?”
She jumped and grabbed her chest. “Boy! You scared me.”
“Yeah… You’ve always been a scaredy-cat.” I smirked at her.
She looked at me and frowned. “What do you want, Damien?”
“You know what the fuck I want. That’s why ya raggedy, wig-wearing ass been dodging me. I’m telling you now, Delilah, if you don’t tell me where my girl and my baby are, I’m going to remind you of what the fuck I’m capable of.”
“I don’t know where they are, Damien…”
“Call your son.”
“Have you taken your meds?” She looked at me with weary eyes, and I saw red.
“Bitch, call him!”
I backhanded her ass, and she fell back into the car, crying and holding her face. She scrambled to get her phone out before dialing Truce’s number.
“Put it on the speaker and don’t let on that anything is wrong or I’m going to shoot your dumb ass.”
I slid my gun from my waistband. I was tired of playing with all of their asses. I would shoot the shit out of her, then cry at her funeral as if I didn’t know jack shit about it. She cleared her tears and straightened her spine while the phone rang.
“Hey, Ma. Merry Christmas.”
That ho-ass nigga picked up without a care in the world.
“Merry Christmas, baby. Are you enjoying your holiday?”
“I am. I only got another week, then it’s back to work for me, so I’m enjoying all my free time.” He chuckled.
Bitch-ass nigga didn’t know nothing about no damn work.
My mom shifted her eyes to me and replied, “That’s good, baby. I wanted to ask you something.”
“Anything, beautiful.”
“Do you know where Jela and Scottlyn are? I’ve been trying to reach her, but she hasn’t been answering my calls. I miss my little chunky nugget.”
The line was silent for about five seconds before his punk-ass responded, “Nah, Ma… I don’t. And honestly, wherever they are, I hope they stayfar away. Your son is reckless and will get them killed, Ma. That’s if he doesn’t do it himself.”
I snatched the phone from her, screaming into the receiver. “I thought you loved me, Tru. I thought you’d never be the one to switch up on me, but I see you ain’t shit but another motherfucka to fail me.
“I know you got Jela, and when I find out you do, I’m going to slice your big ass like a pig and feed you to her. Then I’m goingto break every bone in that bitch’s body before I turn her brains into noodles.”
Truce breathed into the phone, the silence fucking with my patience. Before I could yell out for the nigga to say something, he sighed. “Ma, it’s time to use that insurance money Daddy left you. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Truce hung up, and I chuckled. Yanking Delilah from the car, I slammed her into the back door as she cried.
“You’re fucking evil!” she screamed at me. “I should have taken you to that hospital and left you there!”
