“Nigga please Madear is going to take my baby. She already getting the room ready for him at her house.” We both laughed because Madear played no games about her great grandkids. Madear was the best grandmother in the world. I was so happy that my baby would have a grandmother’s love to surround him. After taking a Tylenol for the back pain that I was having, I drifted off to sleep. I must have been tired because I didn’t wake up until the next morning. I rolled over and Boo wasn’t next to me. I was still tired, so I just decided to lay in bed. I grabbed the cable remote and cut the TV on. I needed to watch the news every morning before I did anything. Of course, the first thing that was on was about someone who had lost their life to the senseless violence plaguing the city of Chicago. The shit was beyond sad.

  The next story that came on was of a deadly house fire on the East side. Two bodies had been found once the fire was put out. I had to do a double take when I looked at where the house once stood. It was my mother’s house. I immediately sat up in the bed. My mind was overthinking some shit at the very moment. I didn’t want to think that my husband had did that shit, but this had Boo’s nutty ass written all over it. Not to mention, I wake up and his ass is gone. He always tells me before he leaves the house. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and jumped out of bed. I began to call his phone, but he was not answering. I walked down the stairs and I found him in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

  “Sit down Bae. I cooked all your favorites.” This nigga was looking sexy as fuck in nothing but boxers and a damn apron. I took one look at him and I knew that he had burned that damn house down with my mother and Mark inside. Not to mention, the nigga only cooks when has done some shit. He knows food makes me feel better in my condition. I just stared at him as he moved around the kitchen fixing our plates. He had fat ass Kush blunt hung from his mouth. I prayed he didn’t drop any damn ashes in the food while he was showing out. This nigga had guilt written all over him.

  “You did it, didn’t you?” He cut the stove off and turned around and looked at me.

  “Did what?”

  “Don’t play with me, Brion. How could you kill my mother?”

  “Why wouldn’t I kill that bitch after what she did to you? Let’s not talk about this right now. If the food get cold, I’m going to be mad.” He was pissing me off acting all nonchalant like the shit was really nothing.

  “Fuck you and this food!” I knocked all that shit on the floor. I wasn’t mad because Boo had killed my mother. I was upset because he didn’t talk to me first about doing it. True my mother didn’t deserve to live for the things that she had put me through. However, I feel like it would have been better if I was the one who killed the bitch. I needed some closure and answers as to why she didn’t love me. This nutty motherfucker done went and killed her and I’ll never know now. I was so mad at Boo that I didn’t even want to be in the house with him. I hardly ever just run to Madear with my problems, but this time I really needed her to ease my mind. I felt like killing Boo with his dumb ass.

  “Bring your ass back in the house. Where the fuck you think you’re going?”

  “I just need some air, Boo. Move out of the way, so I can get out of here.” He was blocking my car preventing me from leaving. I just turned the car off and got out. I wanted to fight and argue with Boo, but I wasn’t in the mood. My body was still sore from Mark making me fall. I just went inside and started picking up the mess I had made.

  “I got this. Go back to bed, I’ll be up there in a minute.” Boo took the broom and dustpan from me and started cleaning up all the food. As I walked away, I started to feel bad about spazzing out on him. Whatever he went over there and did to them, he had done it for me. I couldn’t fault him for protecting my heart. However, I didn’t want to be left out of the loop. I climbed back in bed and tried to go to sleep, but Boo came in the room and handed me a Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich. I was now wishing I had never knocked all the damn food on the floor.

  “Feed my son before he come out retarded or some shit. I swear you need to calm down, Honey. Stop getting so damn upset. That shit is not good for the baby. You know I love your crazy ass right?”

  “I know you do. I love your bi-polar ass too. I’m sorry for snapping out on you. It’s just that I wish I would have been there to pull the trigger or light the motherfucking match.”

  “That shit wouldn’t have made you feel better. It only would have hunted you for the rest of your life. Killing motherfuckers is not as easy as we make it out to be. If there’s any consolation, I didn’t do it. I had some of my lil niggas do it. ” Boo undressed and climbed into bed with me. After I finished eating, I snuggled up under Boo. I swear he made it so hard for me to stay mad at him. I slipped my hand inside his boxers and I started massaging his dick. I scooted down and was about to give him some head, but he turned over on my ass.

  “You ain’t about to taste this good shit. Knocking food on the floor and shit.”

  “Really, Boo?”

  “Dead ass. Your ass is on punishment from the dick until you learn how to behave.”

  “Aight bet. I’m gon’ remember this when you want some pussy.” I mushed him in the back of the head and turned my horny ass over. I was too mad he didn’t want to give me the dick. I swear I wanted to flip his ass over and rape the fuck out of him, but its cool. I swear he’ll want some pussy before I ask for dick again.

  Chapter 8- Boo

  My emotions got the best of me when I saw my baby crying her eyes out. Honey hates to cry so for her to be shedding tears over this shit had me heated. What sent me over the edge was the fact that this nigga had pushed her down the stairs like she wasn’t pregnant. I was not about to let that shit fly. I wanted to do the shit myself, but I didn’t want to be the one to kill my wife’s mother. Not that I wouldn’t hesitate to do it. I just didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with Honey knowing I offed her sick ass mother. So I had somebody else do it. No skin off of my nose.

  I wanted Honey to suck my dick real bad, but I had to teach her ass a lesson. It kids over in third world countries starving to death and this bitch wants to knock food on the floor. She lucky Madear wasn’t here when she did that shit. It most definitely would have been some shit. Madear wouldn’t have given two fucks about her being pregnant with my seed.

  Speaking of Madear, I hadn’t seen her since we all arrived back in Chicago. I hated going days without seeing her. That woman was my life. I don’t know where Peanut and I would be without her. She was so happy to get back to her home. We were all going about our normal lives as planned. Remy had rented out the penthouse suite in Downtown Chicago at the Hilton. He still had to lay low until we made our move. We had a big business venture that was guaranteed to take us to another level and get back on these streets.

  Reco and that nigga Ace won’t know what hit them when we pull this shit off. Outside of that my main concern is ensuring Rose` and Heaven’s safety. I can’t wait to off this nigga Ace. For him to supposedly be so fucking tough, he is a real cream puff when it comes to all things Rose`. I love Honey dirty drawers, but I pray I never get so pussy whipped that I have to kidnap and hold her good pussy ass hostage.

  When I pulled up to Madear’s house, another car had pulled up as well. I jumped out of my car and walked up to the porch. At the same time, the lady got out of her car and was headed up to the door as well.

  “May I help you?”

  “As a matter of fact you can. I’m looking for Madear. This is where she stay at right?” I looked and this lady was obviously pissed off. Before I could answer her, the front door opened and Deacon Black was walking out. At the same time, Madear was standing in the doorway in her silk robe.

  “So you’re over here with this bitch after I told you not to come back over here.” The woman reached over me and hit Deacon Black upside his head with her purse.

  “What the hell you doing over here, Mable? I told you we’re over here having Bible Study.”

  “Bible Study is on Wednesday motherfucker. You and this old bitch been having Bible Study Monday thru Friday.” This lady was fucking Deacon Black up. Meanwhile, Madear was leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded across her chest. She was too cool, calm, and collected for me. That meant her shotgun wasn’t too far from her. I couldn’t believe her ass had been fucking the Deacon all this time.

  “Y’all gon’ have to get off my grandma porch with all this bullshit.” I started pushing both of their asses off the porch. The last thing I needed was to witness Madear killing one of their asses. I wanted no parts of this Geriatric love triangle. I swear Madear never ceases to amaze me with the shit she does.

  “Fuck that bitch and this porch. She should have been worried about that when she was over here studying my husband’s dick instead of the Bible.”

  “That’s gon’ be the last time you call me a bitch. And as far as me studying his dick, trust and believe me, he was doing all the studying. Now get off of my property you mustache having bitch before I put a bullet in your ass. As for you, Deacon, same time same place.” Madear snatched me inside by my arm and slammed the door in their face. I was laughing my ass off because the Deacon’s wife was beating his ass all the way to the car.

  “Damn, Madear, you cold blooded. Why you over here fucking on that lady husband?”

  “Mind your business and stay in a child place. Madear don’t discriminate. I done told y’all about popping up ay my house without calling first anyway. Don’t go telling everybody my business either especially Honey with her smart mouth ass. She’ll never let me hear the end of it. Sit down and let me fix you something to eat.”

  “Wash your hands first. You probably just got done choking Deacon Black’s chicken.”

  “Watch your mouth! Just for that I’m not fixing your black ass shit. Get the fuck out of my house!” she said as she slapped me in the back of the head and walked away. I was laughing but was dead ass serious.

  “What the hell so funny?” Peanut asked as he walked into the kitchen.

  “You missed it. Madear been fucking the Deacon and his wife just came over here straight wilding. I should have recorded that shit and put on World Star.” I was laughing hard as hell, but Peanut wasn’t laughing.

  “Speaking of World Star, I think there is something you need to see, but before I show you, don’t be overreacting and getting all crazy and shit.” I was looking at him like he was crazy as he handed me his phone. I clicked on the video and I instantly became sick to my stomach. Honey was asshole naked letting two niggas fuck her. I felt vomit rising as she began to knock both of the niggas down at once.

  “Where the fuck did you get that shit?” I said as I handed him back the phone. I couldn’t help but bang my fists on the table. I was so fucking angry seeing that shit. It was one thing for me to see her getting drilled by the niggas, but to see her sucking their dicks did something to me.

  “I was tagged in the shit. I’m sure you were too. This video is straight trending right now. You can’t be mad at Sis tho. This was before y’all time.”

  “If it was Neicee, would you feel like that? I’ll wait.” He was sitting there all quiet and shit. He knew damn well he would want to spazz the fuck out.

  “You have a point there. Just go easy on her you know she carrying your seed. Don’t take your ass to the crib and do nothing stupid because I’m not going to bond your ass out.”

  “What the hell he need to get bonded out for? I’m telling you now, Brion, I’m not about to do another jail bid with your ass. Get your ass somewhere and sit down.” I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head at Madear. She has a lot of nerve when she was just threatening to kill somebody. I wanted to kill Peanut when I saw him hand her the phone to see the damn video. I just walked out of the damn house. I didn’t want to hear shit from nobody.

  “Lord have mercy! Boo, don’t go over there acting no damn fool and put your hands on her,” she hollered off of the porch as I got in my car and drove away. I had to flame up a blunt to calm my nerves before I made it back to the house. I understood that she was stripper, but I had no idea she was doing porn. True it was before our time, but what nigga wants to see his wife fucking on tape? The shit is embarrassing as fuck. Not to mention, I kissed this bitch in the mouth. I became pissed and heated all over again as I envisioned them niggas’ dicks in her mouth.

  After smoking two blunts to the face, I walked inside the house. All the lights were off so I knew she was still resting. As I walked up the stairs, I pulled up the video. I cringed as I looked at the disrespectful ass comments that were on there. When I walked inside of the room, Honey was sitting up in bed eating on ice cream.

  “Hey Babe. I’m so happy you’re here. I was getting lonely.”

  “What the fuck is this?” I said as I held the phone out so that she could see the video.

  “It’s a porn that I did when I needed the money to pay my bills.” She was so nonchalant about the whole thing and that pissed me off even more.

  “So you was really doing dicks for money?”

  “No, I wasn’t running around doing dicks for money. That’s actually the only porn video I ever did. The shit has been on PornHub for the longest. Somebody probably ran across it and noticed me as your wife and felt the need to start sharing it again. It’s a Oscar worthy performance if I do say so myself.” I looked at this bitch like she had lost her mind. No she had to have lost her mind thinking it was cool saying some shit like that.

  “You think sucking niggas dicks and getting drilled in your ass and pussy is cute? You slut ass bitch?” Before I knew it, I had slapped the shit out of her. Not because she had made a damn video, but because she was sitting in front of me as if it didn’t mean shit. She reached over and grabbed a lamp from the nightstand and threw it at me. I ducked just in time before it hit me in the head.

  “Keep your hands off of me. In case your stupid ass forgot, I’m pregnant.” She jumped up and started swinging, but I pushed her ass back on the bed.

  “Fuck what you talking about! I want to know why you would think it was cool to do some hoe ass shit like that.”

  “If you must know about shit that happened before your time well here you go. I was paid ten thousand dollars to do it. At the time, I wasn’t married to a drug dealer who wanted me to sit on my ass all day and spend his money like I do now. I was trying to survive and take care of me. I ain’t never had nobody do shit for me. I’ve taken care of my motherfucking self damn near all my life. So, if I had to suck a dick to pay my rent, put food on my table, or pay my car note, I deep throated and swallowed that shit. Now if you can’t accept that, then we can end this shit now and co-parent. It’s funny you so mad about me sucking a nigga dick before your time, but I could careless about who pussy you ate or what bitch you fucked. That shit don’t matter to me. As long as you suck the soul out my pussy, that’s my only concern. As you already know, I have no filter and I will not apologize for doing what the fuck I had to do to survive. Now will you kindly get the fuck out of my face so I can go to the bathroom before I piss all over your black ass.

  “I’m telling you to watch your motherfucking mouth!”

  “And I’m telling you to get the fuck out of my face because ain’t shit gone change the fact that I did the damn porn. So leave me alone, Boo. I’m done talking about it.”

  “I regret the day I married your hoe ass. I should have left your dick-sucking ass in the strip club where you belong. That’s my fault though I should have known I could never turn a hoe into a housewife.”

  “That’s true you can’t turn a hoe into a housewife. You know what else is true, you ain’t nothing but a trick ass nigga that I got a whole lot of bands out of. The only downside was that I fell in love with you. I thought we could have a life together and I wouldn’t be judged for my past, but I was wrong. If I was a weak bitch, I would be crying right now because no one not even the niggas who only wanted the pussy have made me feel so low like you just did. I wish I never met you, Boo.”

  She took her ring off and threw it at me. I know I went too far with the things that I said, but she pissed me off. I love her to death, but I didn’t have it in me to stop her from leaving. Maybe we moved too fast without getting to know each other. I won’t lie and say that I don’t love her because I do, but this shit here got a nigga feeling a certain type of way.

  Chapter 9-Honey

  For so long, I had tried not to cry and be strong about the cards that were dealt to me. I keep replaying the words that Boo spoke to me and that shit hurts like hell. Tears were blinding my vision as I drove in the rain. I had no idea where I was going; all I know is that I needed to get far away from him. I know my past is fucked up, but who was Boo to judge me. This man met me in the strip club. He was a trick before I became his wife. The nigga cashed out on me off of conversation alone. He has no right to look down on me for anything. His bitch ass was no saint.

  My phone began to ring and I bent down to answer it. I looked and it was Boo calling me. I declined his call and blocked his number from calling me. We don’t have shit to talk to about. Not one motherfucking thing. I hate to say this, but I regret falling in love with him. This shit hurts because Boo was supposed to love me for me. Despite his flaws and his indiscretions, I’ve forgiven him and put it behind me. I never said I was a good girl, but I’ve tried to be for him. As soon as I drop this load, it’s back to my Bad Bitch behavior. He don’t like the new me anyway. I might at as well go back to shaking my ass since that’s all I’m good for, right? I’m about to make that nigga hate my guts.

  ******

  I had been staying at the hotel for about two weeks. I had completely cut off all ties to Boo and his family. No one else had done anything to me, but I had to do what I had to do for me. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Boo. I missed him like crazy; every night I went to sleep and in the morning when I woke up. I had been wanting to pick up the phone and at least call Neicee but I didn’t want her to tell Boo where I was at. I deactivated my Facebook and Instagram because I just didn’t want to deal with the outside world. I was having hell looking for me a decent apartment for me and my baby to live in. I had a nice chunk of money put away so I would be good for a couple of months. I didn’t need a damn thing from Boo.