I really wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, not even Chanel and Dior. Ever since they walked into my hospital room, they have been arguing about Chanel being pregnant and disappearing on us. I wanted answers as well but right now, the focus should be on me and how we’re going to get these bitches back.

  “Would ya’ll shut the fuck up!” I screamed so loud and it hurt my head. I wanted to grip the sides of my head until the pain subsided but one of my fucking arms was broke. I guess I got their attention because both of them stop talking.

  “Sorry, G. Are you okay?” Dior said as she sat in the chair next to my bed. Chanel wobbled her ass over and sat on the bed.

  “I’m good. I’m just in a lot of pain. I can’t believe them bitches jumped on me while I had Imani with me.” Tears escaped from my eyes as I could hear my baby crying at the top of her lungs.

  “Wait a minute; this happened while you had my niece with you?”

  “So, who did it? King can handle those bitches,” Chanel said as she rubbed her stomach.

  “Do ya’ll ever get tired of our niggas handling shit for us? That’s why I’m laid up in here now. King holds me down but I have to start holding my own. Both of you need to start doing the same. That’s why these hoes be stepping to us. We need to start making examples out of these bitches. A message needs to be sent that we’re not to be fucked with. I don’t know about ya’ll but the days of me sitting back on my looking pretty while King puts in work are over. I’m shooting first and not asking any questions. As soon as I heal and you drop that load, we’re putting in work. Let me know now if ya’ll ain’t with it. I’ll get that hoe Samaya and them bitches by myself.”

  “Don’t ever say anything like that to us again. You already know we’re riding with you. I totally agree with everything you said,” Dior said as she stood up and kissed me on the forehead.

  “I should have known those bitches were behind this shit.”

  “Calm down, Chanel. You’re going to upset my niece or nephew and those bitches aren’t worth it. They’ve done enough damage.”

  “It’s a boy.”

  I could see it in Chanel’s eyes that she was happy about giving birth. I also could see that Dior wouldn’t look at her stomach or touch it like I was doing. She was in another world as Chanel and I discussed names. The situation had depressed her and I didn’t understand why because she’s the one who always said she didn’t want to kids.

  Chanel and Dior stayed until visiting hours were over. While they were there, we talked about how we were going to get those bitches back. We never spoke about Chanel leaving or Dior’s shitty mood. I wasn’t going to press the issue. They would talk about it when they were ready.

  I knew that King was upset with me for not telling him who jumped. I have intentions on dealing with situation my way. I didn’t want King trying to get payback for me. I needed to do it for myself.

  I was so happy the next day when I was released. I had been calling King since he left the hospital yesterday. He never answered my calls. I just kept getting his voicemail. That was confirmation that he was mad at my ass. I just called a cab because I wanted to get to the mall and get my car before it was towed. The cab arrived and we headed over to the mall.

  My car was destroyed. The windows were busted out. All the tires had been flattened. Someone slashed my interior to shreds. It had so many dents in it. I was livid. King just brought me this Benz and it was my baby. Side bitches will do anything to get a niggas attention. Side bitches should always play the background and shut the fuck up. I just don’t understand why this bitch likes fucking with me. Samaya wants my life so bad that she is willing to do anything to have it. Too bad that she will never know what it feels like to be King’s queen. I hold that title and I stand to be the coldest in my position.

  I had the cab driver take me straight home. After seeing my car my head started hurting again.

  “Why you didn’t call anyone to come and get you? You’re in no condition to be driving,” my mother said as she grabbed my arm and led me to the couch. I was in no mood for this Mother Theresa role she had been playing lately. It was creeping me the hell out. She showed no one affection like this but Imani.

  “I called a cab because I couldn’t get in contact with King. Is he here?”

  “No. He left as soon as I came. He and Nasir went to pick their mother up from the rehab. She’s going to stay here for the weekend. I decided to cook lunch for everybody, fried chicken and some potato salad.”

  “Good, I’m hungry as hell. Where is Imani?”

  “She’s upstairs in your room watching Doc McStuffins. She will be so glad you’re home. That shit really upset her.” As my mother spoke, I turned around and headed upstairs to see my baby. I could only imagine how she is feeling.

  “Hey Mommy! Is your boo-boo okay?” She felt my head and kissed me on the jaw at the same time.

  “Yes. It’s just fine now that I got all that sweet sugar.”

  We hugged and kissed for a minute then I got in the tub. I just wanted to soak all the bullshit away. I tried my best not to get my cast wet. My chest started to hurt so I got out so that I could take some pain medicine. I looked in the mirror at my chest and I cringed. The staples were so ugly. I knew there would be an ugly scar. A bitch definitely was paying for some plastic surgery. The sound of arguing downstairs made me get dressed and rush back downstairs.

  “I can’t believe you, Chanel. How could you just leave and not say anything? We were worried sick about you.” My mother and Chanel were in a shouting match and I wasn’t in the mood for the shit.

  “Since when did you ever worry about anybody?”

  “You better watch your motherfucking mouth, Chanel, before I hit you in it.” I watched my mother walk closer to Chanel. I just knew she was about to about to pop her. They used to actually fist fight when we were younger.

  I advise you to get out of my face. If you hit me, I’m hitting your ass back.” Chanel walked away and sat on the couch.

  “You’re one disrespectful ass little bitch. Lately, all of you have really been showing your asses. Please don’t forget that I will knock your fucking teeth down your throat. Dior, don’t think I forgot that you haven’t been answering my calls or your door for me. I have the right mind to slap fire from your ass too. I know you’re in pain, Gucci, but I haven’t forgotten about your smart-ass mouth either. You bitches better adjust your fucking attitudes before I do it for you. You hoes have gotten grown and think it’s okay to disrespect me.”

  We all just stood there looking at her because this was nothing new. Even as little girls, we were all types of bitches and hoes. She wanted respect when she never respected us. She kept food on the table, clothes on our back, and a roof over our head. That was it. This lady truly had issues and she was about to get put out of my house.

  “Don’t start with me. I’m going through a lot right now,” Dior cried.

  “What could you possibly be going through? As a matter fact, what could possibly be going on with any of you? You have the best men in the world taking care of you and giving you a great life but all ya’ll do is bitch and moan about everything. Ya’ll are so fucking weak and pathetic.”

  “Oh hell no. You got to get the fuck out of my house. You will not stand here and disrespect me in my house. You have no idea what we go through because you’re head is too far up our niggas ass. Can we please get some love, support, and affection from you For once? I just got my ass whooped by one of King’s side bitches. You’re sadly mistaken if you think he is a saint. King cheats on me all the time.”

  Now Chanel was crying. “I left because I caught Nasir letting some bitch suck his dick in the club. Then he turned around and put me the fuck out of our house like I wasn’t shit. I found I was pregnant a little after I went down there. Not everything is about you like you try to make it out to be. I’m pregnant with my first child and you don’t even care.”

  “I just suffered a miscarriage at the hands of the man that is supposed to love me. My first baby was beat out of me and I don’t know how to deal with it.”

  At this point Dior was crying hysterically. Chanel and I ran to her side to comfort her. Now I understand why she has been so distant lately. Our mother just stood there looking like the fool she was.

  “So, that’s how we’re doing it now? We’re just airing our fucking dirty laundry.”

  I looked up and Dutch was standing there with steam coming from his ears. I could also tell he was embarrassed that we knew what was going on with them. King, Nasir, and their mother were also standing in the foyer. I wasn’t sure if they heard what had been said.

  “Didn’t I tell you I was beating your ass if we ever crossed paths?” My mother charged Trixie and they began to fight. Trixie was no match for Candy. She was tagging her ass.

  “Let her go Ma! I screamed as I pried her hands from around Trixie’s throat.

  “Break this shit up! Candy, you have to get out. Disrespecting my house. What were you thinking by attacking my mother?” King was livid. If she weren’t my mother, he probably would have shot her by now.

  “This bitch is the reason why my man is dead now. With her conniving ass. I don’t know why Ox even gave your ugly ass a second thought.”

  “Bitch please. Ox wasn’t your man. He was my man and everybody else’s too. I see your ass still live on Fantasy Island. Get it through your head, Candy, we were his hoes. We shared the dick, at the same time on several occasions. The only difference was you had three children for him. Don’t forget I know all about your past. I advise you to pipe down before it be some more fights up in here.”

  I looked at my mother trying to get an inkling as to what Trixie was talking about. Whatever she meant had my mother quiet as a fucking church mouse. We all stood around trying to process what the hell just happened.

  “Shut up, Trixie! It’s not going to be any more fights in my shit!” King said.

  “Don’t worry about me, you crack head bitch. Worry about who the father of your kids is. I definitely know who fathered mine.” Candy started grabbing her things and headed towards the door.

  “That’s your problem, bitch. You think you know every fucking thing. The father of my children is Mike Jordan. Does the name ring a bell?”

  Trixie was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Candy just shook her head and walked out the door. It was crazy that they were both standing in front of their children revealing secrets as if they wouldn’t affect us. Who would have thought our mothers were hoes for the same pimp. This some Jerry Springer bullshit.

  “Ya’ll really in here doing all this while my daughter in here. Gucci, bring your ass upstairs. I need to holla at you real quick.”

  “About what?”

  “Don’t make me embarrass your motherfucking ass! Let’s go now.”

  I didn’t understand why he was so mad at me. It wasn’t my fault our mothers got into a fight. I was upset as well. All I could do was think about Dior. I have never seen her so upset. I couldn’t believe Dutch had did that to her. He always had a temper. I just didn’t know it was that bad.

  “All this time you knew who our father was and you just abandoned us. That’s fucked up but I’m not surprised. Let’s go, Chanel.”

  Nasir helped Chanel up and they walked out of the house. Dutch grabbed Dior and they also left. Trixie was now sitting on the couch playing with Imani. I exhaled and made my way upstairs to see what King was so mad about. If anything, I should be mad at his black ass.

  I walked in the room. He was sitting on the bed smoking a blunt. “So, that’s how we doing it now. You bad talk me behind my back to your family.”

  “It wasn’t like that. We were all just telling our mother how we felt about her always taking up for ya’ll.”

  “I don’t want to hear that shit Gucci. You said all I do is cheat on you. I haven’t cheated on you since we made things official. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  “Get your finger out my face. Your past infidelities are the reason why things are the way that they are. If you never would have cheated with Samaya I wouldn’t have been getting my assed whooped in front of my daughter. Oh yeah, those hoes totaled my car. I expect a new Benz in my driveway when I wake up in the morning.”

  “I’m sorry, G. You’re right, I fucked up.” He pulled me into his embrace and I quickly moved away. I’m not in the mood to be cuddled or patronized.

  “You don’t have to be sorry but I suggest you be careful. There is no need to get at them bitches on my behalf. I’m handling that myself. I don’t want to hear no bullshit excuses about me being your girl and I need to stay home and spend money. Fuck that backseat shit. I’m riding passenger side or driving and I’m still gon’ spend money. End of Discussion.”

  The look on King’s face was priceless as I sat on the edge of the bed next to him. I snatched the blunt out of his hand and started smoking.

  “Do you want to talk about what just happened between our mothers?”

  “Nope.”

  “You’re not the least bit curious about what they were saying to each other? I don’t know about you but knowing that my father fucked around with your mother has me needing some Lipton. That shit was really the tea.” On the inside, I was embarrassed and wanted to know more about our mothers beef. I couldn’t help laughing though.

  “Why the fuck you laughing, G? Do you think that our mother’s were prostitutes and fucking the same nigga is funny? Fuck outta here with that bullshit.”

  “You’re right, baby. I do want to know about that contract Trixie was talking about. I can’t wait to call Candy’s slick pussy ass.”

  “Leave that shit alone, Ma. I don’t want you opening up a Pandora’s box that might hurt you in the end. The last thing I need is my baby in any more pain. I love you, Gucci. Please leave it alone.” He kissed me passionately on my lips and I slipped my tongue in his mouth. I would leave it alone for now but I had a funny feeling my nosy ass would eventually open that Pandora’s box.

  Chapter 18- Candy

  Method to My Madness

  Ain’t this about a bitch? Out of all the women in the world, the mother of my sons-in-law had to be that hoe Trixie. I went into full attack mode when I saw her. I hated her with a passion. Back in the day, Trixie, our friend Gail, and I all worked for Sincere. The only difference was that I was his bottom bitch. I put in more work for him than those two hoes ever could. I’m the one who gave him three beautiful daughters. It was me who did drug runs with him for Vito Santerelli. We were pulling all types of schemes and scams on the local drug dealers and hustlers from other states. You would think his ass would have been more appreciative. Of course, niggas are never satisfied. Everything was going good until I found out he and Trixie had side shit going on.

  I was in shock when I walked in and caught this nigga in my bed with Trixie. Our daughters were in the next room. I just turned and walked out of the room. He would beat my ass if I said a word about what was going on. Sincere was a real asshole. He told me since I didn’t know how to knock. Going forward when he had sex with Trixie I had to join them. I was disgusted. I didn’t do pussy but when Sincere gave an order, I followed.

  I was so in love him that I was willing to degrade myself just to be with him. The life that we were living was considered lavish back then. I wasn’t fucking that up for no bitch, especially not Trixie.

  Gail was the smartest out of us. She got as far away from Sincere as she could. Although she was a full-blown dope fiend, she still managed to stop hooking. She met a police officer by the name of Mike Jordan and he did all that he could to get her off the streets. He gave her everything. It didn’t matter that she was strung out. I was in shock hearing Trixie reveal that he was King and Nasir’s father. I wish I knew where Gail was so I could tell her about that scandalous hoe. It doesn’t matter that this shit happened years ago. It’s the principle of it all. Her ass has been hiding from the Santerelli Family for all these years. All of a sudden, she pops back up on the scene. Her ass is up to no good. That bitch knows that Gucci, Chanel, and Dior are Sincere’s daughters. She might have King and Nasir fooled. I got her number.

  No one has seen or heard from her since she went on a drug run with Sincere for Vito Santerelli. They were robbed for over thirty million dollars in cash and drugs. It was story going around that the mob had gunned both of them down.

  Sincere’s death was hard on me and my girls. I did whatever the fuck I had to do to keep them fed, clothes on their back, and a roof over their head. My daughters mean the world to me. I know that I don’t show it but I just don’t know how to show it. I guess it’s because my mother never hugged me, kissed me, or told me that I was pretty. It’s not that I’m not supportive of my girls; I just don’t want to baby them when it comes down to the men in their lives. Since the day I met King, Nasir, and Dutch, I knew that they were going to be a force to be reckoned with. I also know for a fact that they love my daughters despite their fuck ups. I see Gucci, Chanel, and Dior being everything I was at their age, Weak and pathetic. Don’t no nigga want a weak bitch. The last thing I want is for my girls to become old bitter bitches. Fuck that.

  Before it’s all said and done Gucci, Chanel, and Dior will reign supreme beside their men and take their rightful places on the throne. When I leave this world, I want them to know how kill to these hoes just by walking in a room and have King, Nasir, and Dutch wrapped around their fingers. Right now, I know that they are pissed off at me and they should be. I need to do better by them. My first step is teaching them the game but first I need to find out what Trixie is up to.

  ****

  It had been two weeks and I hadn’t been able to get any information in regards to Trixie. From what I could see, she was in her rehab program and doing everything right. I knew it would be only a matter of time before she slipped up and I would be right there to expose her ass. After calling my daughters for two weeks straight, they finally agreed to come to the house. I decided to cook a big pan of lasagna. I made a salad and garlic bread to go along with it. Once everything was ready and the table was set, the girls arrived.