"So I guess the only way I can get your attention is to send yo' ass mail huh?"
"What's with the bullshit you left at my front door Selina? That shit was nasty as fuck." I didn't feel the need to sugar coat shit with this broad. She already had my attitude on ten.
"I left you a pregnancy test Kwame. You've never seen one before?"
"Don't insult my intelligence Selina."
"Well I've been trying to contact you for a while and you haven't thought about hitting me back once so I thought I'd hit you with some reality. I'm pregnant."
"So what does that have to do with me?"
"Everything Kwame since you're the one I'm pregnant by."
"Bullshit."
"Sometimes the truth hurts baby."
"There's no way that I'm the father Selina."
"How you figure? The doctor said I'm almost ten weeks and that was right around the time we last had sex. Look I marked it on my calendar."
This chick actually pulled out a dick calendar of all the times she'd gotten some and the name of the dude she had sex with. She passed the worn calendar to me and pointed to the day we supposedly had sex. Even seeing my name etched into the date didn't faze me. I still didn't care.
"Selina that still doesn't mean shit. You act like I'm the only nigga you screwing. At this point, you should make a list and call all of the niggas you've bagged into the same room so you can figure that shit out but you can definitely miss me with that bullshit."
"Oh so now I'm a hoe Kwame?"
"If the shoe fits then lace that shit up and walk."
"It sound like you trying to say that I'm sleeping with a gang of niggas. I know who I sleep with and when I do and no matter what you say this baby is yours Kwame." Selina declared pointing down to the little pouch that she had developed since I'd last seen her.
"You don't even look pregnant to me." Selina lifted her shirt up so that I could get a full visual of her round belly.
"I am pregnant. This is very real and you being the father of my baby is real also. I'm dead ass."
"I won't accept it until we can take a fucking blood test."
"I can't believe you gonna stand here and deny your baby but it's okay I'll be more than glad to have our child tested so you can see with your own eyes that the baby is yours." Selina crossed her arms over her chest. I turned to walk away from her but I guess she wasn't done talking to me but as far as I was concerned I was done talking to her.
"So what you gon do Kwame?"
"What the fuck you mean what am I gonna do?"
"I hope you don't think you're not gonna do anything cuz you are. I still need to be taken care of until the baby gets here."
"You're fucking crazy Selina. So you fuck the entire hood and magically I'm the daddy. And not only am I the daddy but now you expect for me to fork over money and foot the bill of this pregnancy and pay for everything and I don't even know if this is my kid or not? Absolutely not. You're out of your mind if you think I'm gonna be that dude. Man, I'm out." I said as I continued walking out of the house to my car. Selina acted like she hadn't heard a word I said to her.
"I bet your girlfriend will be surprised to find out that you're gonna be a daddy again."
"So now you trying to threaten me now?"
"It's not a threat. If I don't get what I need for myself and our baby you can bet your life on the fact that I'm gon' tell her. I'm gonna sing like a canary." Selina warned me right before slamming the raggedy wooden door.
I don't know who she thought she was threatening but I for damn sure wasn't scared of shit. As far as I was concerned, Selina wasn't carrying my damn baby. At this point, it could be anyone's baby but it surely wasn't mine. She could open her big mouth and tell Kyhanna all she wanted but I knew she wasn't because she didn't want to face me when it was all said and done.
Kwame
Chapter 12
The words of my father continuously echoed across my mind infiltrating all my thoughts to the point where that's all I could hear.
You gotta get rid of them son … do what you gotta do. You can't tolerate disrespect from anyone.
I had tried to honor the business agreement that Tariq and his brother made with us but with them not holding up on their end of the deal was disrespect in its purest form and I didn't tolerate that shit by any means. My brothers and I ran these streets and couldn't let something that big just slide without any penalty or consequences for it at all.
My own father had instructed me to take care of the problem we were having and it seemed like the longer I allowed the shit to ride it left a bad taste in my mouth. I had been trying to get in contact with Tariq for weeks and he'd been dodging me not returning my phone calls and I had been tired of talking. Now it was time for action to take place. I had a couple of my dudes looking for him and they couldn't seem to place where he was but this nigga ended up getting sloppy and they ended up snatching him up one day when he was coming from some girl house. I wasn't anxious. I knew they'd eventually catch him and when they did I would be ready for whatever. When I got the phone call to meet them at our warehouse I knew exactly what time it was. By the time my brothers and I got there my homies already had Tariq duct taped sitting in the middle of a tarp on a chair.
"Where's the other one at? All I see is one brother?" I ask immediately noticing that Tariq was the only one sitting there.
"Kwame we thought Romell was with him but he wasn't. And this motherfucker ain't trying to tell us shit about where he's at." My dude Dijon said as he punched Tariq across his face. From the way Tariq appeared I could tell my dudes had been whooping up on him for a while and his right eye was almost completely shut. After Dijon punched him he ripped the duct tape off of his mouth. Tariq grimaced in pain.
"Where the fuck is your brother at?" I asked as I approached him. He looked up at me with pure hate and disgust in his eyes. He didn't bother to open his mouth. Instead he opened up his mouth and spit a mouth full of blood in my direction.
"I asked you a question Tariq. I said where the fuck is your brother at?"
"I don't know."
"Come on. You can do better than that."
"I said I don't know where he at Kwame. The fuck!"
"Where my money at Tariq? You owe us for the past month and I meant what I said about y'all paying us to be on the block. You gotta pay to play."
"I told you I wasn't paying you shit."
"Come on Tariq. You agreed to go along with the agreement."
"I don't care what I said in that fuckin' meeting. I'm not paying you shit! I put that on everything man."
I removed my gun from my waist and back handed him with the butt of the gun. A new gash on his cheek appeared and he bled instantly. He didn't even seem to flinch. His anger had created a shield that prevented him from responding to the pain I inflicted.
"Well that's straight disrespect and taking the fact that you verbally agreed to keep up with the agreement and have retracted on your part and we don't take kindly to disrespect in any form. If we let you slide by and do whatever you want then every nigga out of here gon' think they can cross us. We can't let that happen."
"Man listen if you gonna kill me just fuckin' do it. There's no need for the Oscar speech for real." I became so infuriated with Tariq and his lack of respect for me and my brothers that I pulled my gun back and put a hot one in this nigga chest. The bullet hit him right in the center. The force of the bullet caused him to fall back in his chair.
"Aaaaaaargh! Motherfucker!" Tariq screamed as he hung his head low since his arms were unable to move.
"I tried to take it easy on you but you just had to open your smart ass mouth. All we asked is that you pay us what you owe us but you had to go and make this difficult. Now you gon' serve as reminder for every other nigga out here who think they can do whatever the fuck they wanna do. You the fuckin' example of what not to do!" I lifted my gun one last time and aimed close range right in between his eyes and pulled the trigger causing his body to go limp instantly. My dudes immediately stepped in and started cleaning up the mess and would dispose of his body asap. Even though I was mad I didn't catch Romell's ass I knew it was only a matter of time before it was time for him to pay the piper too.
Kyhanna
Chapter 13
The minute Kwame walked in the house I could tell something was wrong with him. His body language was tight and his speech is shorter than usual. He walks over to me and gave me the quickest kiss ever and then headed straight upstairs.