Official Girl 4 (16 page)

             
I knew he was really pissed for two reasons. One, he only cursed when he was really mad and two, a vein was sticking out on the side of his neck. If you’re just meeting my daddy, you would never know or guess that he used to have a very bad temper once upon a time. From what I’ve been told, it didn’t surface until the day I was born, which just so happens to be the day he lost his wife.

             
“Because daddy, you’ve been doing good all these years and I refuse for you to have a set back behind me. Also, I did this to myself because I should have listened but I didn’t, I got what I deserved, basically,” I shrugged.

             
He got up and started pacing the floor for a few minutes quietly before he decided to speak again. “Le’Lani, you are my daughter, my baby girl, so if somebody is hurting you or disrespecting you, I feel as though they are disrespecting me. That never happens and it’s not about to start now. As far as my temper goes, you never get rid of it; you just learn how to deal with it,” he said before leaving out of the room.

*  *  *

              I went to check on Zyla and Ranyla to find them both knocked out in the bed with Keiyari. I kissed all of them on the forehead before leaving out the room. When I got back to my room, I ran a bath and put some bubbles in it. I lit a few candles and turned on some music so I could relax.

             
After getting everything I needed, I got in the tub and laid my head back, letting my sore body soak. Not all of the bruises Zamier put on my body had healed completely, so I was still a little achy on top of my attacking Maya earlier today. I closed my eyes as "Right by My Side" by Nicki Minaj and Chris Brown came on the radio and I sang along.

             
Gotta let you know how I’m feeling

             
You own my heart, he just renting

             
Don’t turn away, pay attention

             
I’m pouring out my heart oh boy

             
I heard movement by the bathroom door. I opened my eyes to see Ramone standing there. I just stared at him and kept singing.

             
I, I’m not living life

             
I’m not living right

             
I’m not living if you’re not by my side

             
I hadn’t even noticed that I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheek. Our eyes stayed locked with each other’s as he came closer to the tub. He grabbed the rag, poured body wash on it and started washing my back. I flinched a little when he got to the middle of my back because that was still one of my sore spots. Out the corner of my eye I noticed him clench his jaws and he tensed up.

             
“You deserve way better than this Le’Lani. Any nigga that would put his hands on a female like that is a bitch, hands down.”

             
I didn’t respond as he stood me up and finished washing me down, then he let the water out the tub and turned the shower on for me to rinse off. After I was finished, I grabbed the towel and walked into the room so that I could dry off. Ramone just stood in front of me, staring at me the whole time. When I was done, he went into the drawer and got me out some panties and a bra.

             
“What do you want from me Ramone?” I asked as I put on some shorts and a t-shirt.

             
“I’m sorry Le’Lani, okay? I know I fucked up and none of this bullshit would be happening if I would have just put my pride aside. That shit really fucked me up though, thinking the child the love of my life carried wasn’t mines. Then to find out she’s actually mine is some crazy shit.”

             
I chuckled. “Ramone, I accepted Keiyari because he was a part of you and innocent in the whole situation. I have no problems loving him like he’s mine, and I even get along with his mother. You kicked me out and turned your back on me because the results didn’t say what you wanted them to say. Not only did you turn your back on me, but you also turned your back on that innocent little girl, you also turned your back on Ranyla when you kicked us out the house.”

             
Damn these tears
, I thought as I wiped my eyes.

             
“I know Lani and I regret that shit deeply! All I want is for you…y’all, all three of y’all, to come home. I’m tired of playing these fucking games.  I want my family back; it’s been too fucking long,” he pleaded, not only with his mouth but with his eyes.

             
“What about the DNA test and what about Maya?” I asked.

             
He cocked his head to the side and looked at me funny. “Fuck the test; I know that’s my daughter. I’m taking y’all back home with me so we can change her last name and put
my
name on her birth certificate.”

             
“Again, what about Maya?” I said slowly.

             
“Say you’ll come home and her ass is a done deal,” he said.

             
I just looked at him, contemplating in my head if I wanted to do this again after all this time and the hurt.

             
I left Lani at the house with the girls and Keiyari while I went on the hunt. I really hoped that nigga didn’t think that I was going to let him live after he put his hands on my girl and daughter. I parked my car down the street from his house and slowly walked to his house. I was dressed in all black and it was night time, so I made sure nobody saw me.

             
My street instincts kicked in as I picked the lock on the back door. You know what they say, “You can take a nigga out the hood, but you can’t take the hood out the nigga.” The door unlocked in no time. I took the safety off of my gun before entering.

             
The house smelled like a damn bar. The alcohol smell was so strong I almost got drunk just from inhaling it. I moved around in the dark, looking for the stairs. When I got upstairs, I looked in all of the rooms until I found the one that my target was sleeping in. It had been some years since I had done this shit, but I have no problems doing it when it came down to my family.

             
When I reached his bedroom, I flipped on the lights. This nigga was in bed calling hogs. I thought about killing him in his sleep, but I wanted him to know what hit him. I walked over to the bed and hit him in the head with the butt of my gun. He jumped up holding his head.

             
“Wakey, wakey nigga,” I smirked.

             
He looked lost for a minute but when he realized who I was, he laughed.

             
“What’s funny? I wanna laugh too,” I said.

             
“Nigga, I know good a damn well yo ass not here because of that bitch.” He shook his head.

             
Before I could even respond, he jumped out the bed with a gun that came out of no fuckin where and let off two shots. I felt a burning pain in my shoulder and stomach. I didn’t even get a chance to let off a shot before I fell to the ground. He stepped over me smiling.

             
“My daddy always told me pussy could be a nigga's worst downfall,” he laughed, and that was all I remembered before everything went black.

             
I’d been avoiding Neicey’s ass like the damn plague for the past week while I finished up some business. I have yet to confront her about the whole Kamil situation, but it was coming and coming soon. I never would have thought the woman I fell in love with would do some sneaky shit behind my back like that, knowing his ass is a damn walking target. It seemed like when it came down to his bitch ass, she could never think straight and made very stupid decisions. I was still trying to figure out why she didn’t put a bullet in his ass when she found out about him being part of the plan to kill her ass. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel some type of way about her keeping his ass around. I felt like she had deeper feelings for him than what she let on. Let me find out and I’ll give their asses a double funeral and she can lay right next to him.

             
On top of all that, Lakey and I had been planning on opening up a club. We only had a little over two weeks until it would be completely finished. We’d been moving in silence about the whole thing, it’s supposed to be a surprise to everyone. I was sitting in what was to be my office when Lakey walked in.

             
“What’s up nigga?” I dapped him.

             
“Shit, just ready for our baby to finally open.” He smiled. “What’s up with you though? You look like you got a lot on your mind.”

             
“Is it that obvious?” I chuckled.

             
“Hell yea, talk to me.”

             
“My damn wife, that’s it, that’s all,” I sighed.

             
“Here y’all go with this shit. Y’all been doing good, so what now?” he asked.

             
I told him about the text messages I’d seen in her phone, and in return he pulled a folded piece of paper from his wallet and gave it to me. I read it while he told me about MJ coming to him about wanting to kill Kamil. I laughed when I was done reading the letter.

             
“The shit niggas will do behind some pussy.” I shook my head. “No lie, Neicey is working with some killer, so I understand why his ass done lost his mind.”

             
“That nigga is straight tripping. He knew what it was from jump. When he met her, y’all was together. Yea, she ran to his ass when y’all broke up, but she ran right back. I don’t know why he thought she would be with him.” Lakey shook his head.

             
“Unless she was making him think she would be with him,” I thought out loud.

             
“C’mon now Kell you don’t even believe that shit. You know she wouldn’t lead him on with no bullshit like that. One thing I know about Reneice Leila Jones is her ass is
not
going to stay somewhere she doesn’t want to be. If she wanted him still, she would be with him and never would have married yo ass.”

             
I slumped in my chair a little thinking about what he had just said. I needed to just go home and talk to her; maybe I was jumping to conclusions and taking shit the wrong way. Then something hit me.

             
“That’s it; we can call the club Leila.” I smiled.

             
Lakey smiled with me and nodded his head, “That’s hot.”

             
“Alright man, let me get up out of here and talk to my wife,” I said, getting up.

             
On the way home, they played “Must Be Nice” on the radio and it instantly made me think of when I first met Neicey. She was young and feisty as hell, I laughed at the memory of the first night I met her.

             
When I got to the house, MJ, Chyanne and Romell were all playing a game while Tyriq played with Amyricale. I smiled at my kids, and the thought of having another one and possibly a grandchild made me smile even harder. “Where ya mama?” I asked.

             
“Upstairs,” they all answered simultaneously.

             
I took the stairs two at a time until I reached the bedroom where I heard Neicey singing that damn Ariana Grande song her and Amyricale love so much. She looked up from her laptop when she saw me and looked back down without saying anything. I walked over to the bed, closed her laptop and put it on the dresser.

             
“We need to talk,” I said.

             
“Then talk.”

             
“So what’s up with the text message in your phone I read about Kamil talking about thank you for meeting up with him and not telling me?” I said.

             
She just looked at me without answering.

             
“Cat got ya tongue?”

             
“No, I’m, just waiting for you to answer the question since you usually have all the answers.” She shrugged.

             
“Cut the bullshit Reneice, now is not the time for you to be playing! I’m already going to kill your little boyfriend so you might as well talk!” I yelled.

             
She got off the bed and laughed. “So is this what it’s really about? You’re jealous?”  she asked.

             
I looked at her like she had just grown four heads, “What the fuck you just say? What the fuck am I jealous of? I’m the one still hitting the pussy, I got the ring, I got the kids, and you got
my
last name. So what the fuck am I jealous of again?”

             
She shrugged, “So tell me why you are coming at me on some bullshit then?”