“He took my girl in the bathroom and fucked her.” Jamar was drunk as hell, barely keeping his balance and slurring his words.
“The fuck you mad at him for? She went with him, right? You need to get in her shit, not his,” Jock said, serious as hell, which pissed Jamar off and made Royce laugh.
They were loud as hell and causing a crowd to form. I was on the verge of shutting them down because I could see Nonie and Kizze heading our way, but shit changed real quick when I heard my name.
“Oh, you think that shit is funny? I bet it ain't funny when it happens to you. I bet your ass won't have shit to say about Siah fucking Nonie.”
“The fuck did you just say?” Royce yelled, shoving Jamar in the chest again, but this time causing him to hit the floor.
I was on my feet so damn fast that I dropped the bottle of Hennessy that I holding.
“Yo, Sims, Jock get this nigga out of here. Take him out back and I’ll be there in a minute.
Jock yanked him off the floor, damn near lifting Jamar in the air before he started pleading. “Wait, no, wait Siah, it just slipped out. I’m sorry man, please don't.”
My eyes immediately went to Nonie, who looked horrified. I didn't really care that Royce found out, in fact I was glad it was finally out, but I didn't like the look on her face.
Royce rushed her and grabbed her arm, which meant this nigga was playing with his life and didn't even know it.
“Is it true? You fucking him?” he yelled, inches away from her face, which caused her to take a step back.
My arm circled his neck, pulling him back toward me as I tried to choke the shit out of his ass. “Yo, don't get in her face like that, my nigga, and you need to watch how the fuck you talk to her.”
Now Royce’s attention was on me. His hands gripped my arm before he laughed sarcastically. “How long, Siah? How long you been fucking her? No, wait, let me guess, I bet since the day I brought her to your house. I can't believe this shit. Let me go, Siah. I’m good. I ain't got shit to say to her. I should have fucking known.”
I really wanted to fuck him up, but Nonie’s voice caught my attention.
“Siah, let him go please,” she begged.
I released the hold I had on him and he stepped back and fixed his clothes. He eyed me and then turned to leave, but not before stopping in front of Nonie. “You ain't shit,” he said.
I was on my way to snatch his ass up again until I felt her hand on my chest. “Siah, don't, let him go. He has the right to be mad.”
“Fuck him, Nonie. He can be mad all he wants, but that nigga don't have the right to talk to you like that.”
“Yeah, he does. So let him go.”
I looked at her, pissed the fuck off. She looked back at me, so broken, which had me even more pissed. She was worried about that nigga’s feelings more than mine, and that had me heated.
I stared at her for a few minutes more before I kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see you later, and I’m sorry for fucking up your event,” I said before I held my hand up, signaling for my team to follow me.
I couldn't deal with Nonie right now, not while she was putting another nigga’s interest ahead of mine. But it was cool, though. I’d just get up with her later. Right now, I was about to go take a life, and probably with my bare hands. Jamar had just fucked up, and was about to pay for it in the worst way.
Nonie
I called Royce over and over again, but he wouldn't answer, and eventually it started going straight to voicemail. I really needed to talk to him. We weren't together now, but we were when I first started dealing with Siah, and Royce had to know that. I felt like shit, and I at least owed him an explanation. It wouldn’t make it right, but I owed him that much.
“Let it go, Nonie. He’ll be alright,” Kizze said as she sat down next to me at the bar.
The party was over and it was almost time for us to leave. We eventually got things back on track after Siah and his crew left, but word got out that Jamar had been dealt with. No one cared because nobody was stupid enough to play with their lives by snitching on Siah, so it was just that simple.
“I should have told him, Kiz. A long time ago.”
“For what, baby? You think it would have made a difference then or now? Either way he still would have had the same reaction, but at least the fact that it happened this way means that he gets to live. If he had put his hands on you more than he did tonight, Siah would have killed his ass for sure. Hell, he might still do it.” Kizzie laughed to herself.
“That's not funny, Kiz.”
“Girl, I’m just playing. Relax. Bottom line is this, now you can stop hiding things and be with Siah the way you want to.”