Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story (3 page)

Chapter Five

Jabari

“Do you have to leave?” Jamella whined, looking at me with those puppy dog eyes.  I was annoyed as hell with her. I couldn’t believe that she put me on blast in front of Milan.

I told her that I would tell Milan about her and Janarius when I got good and ready to. Now, she had caused unnecessary drama that I wasn’t trying to deal with. That’s why I pushed Milan to the voicemail. I knew she was gone be on some bullshit. Her temper was bad enough to make a nigga want to slap her ass.

See, Jamella and I were never supposed to go as far as it did, and I for damn sure wasn’t trying to have a baby with her ass, but shit happens and now I was stuck. I guess  it worked because Jamella held a nigga down when Milan got to trippin’.

“Yeah, it’s late as fuck and I got to go talk to that girl. You know you was on some bullshit, right?” I looked at Jamella, taking her in with a frown. “Plus, you need to do something with your hair. You walking around with that nappy shit, looking like a brillo pad on yo’ head.” Jamella was really starting to let herself go. When I met her, she was a fly chick. She kept her nails, hair, and make-up flawless, her body was on point, and she dressed nice. But after Janarius, it was like she didn’t give a damn how she looked, and the extra weight that she gained wasn’t cute.

Jamella’s mouth hung open.  “Really Jabari? If yo’ ass would take care of yo’ son, then I would have enough money to get my shit done. You know what? I don’t know why I’m even fucking around with yo’ broke, sorry ass! You’re a has been! Still living off the past. You ain’t Big Jay no more.” She chuckled, trying to crack on me. But how could I take a bitch serious with nappy eyelashes, and crusty ass feet? Me knocking her up was the best thing to happen to her. She could front all that she wanted to.

I just shook my head, taking in the clothes thrown all over her junkie room. The only reason she got my attention in the first place was because she gave me the best head that I ever had inside of the club the first day that I met her. She just didn’t know, after today I wasn’t fucking with her no more.

“Yeah, whatever.  Go comb yo’ eyelashes.” I cracked, slamming the door and hopping into the car with my homeboy, John.  I had called him to come pick me up since I didn’t have a ride. Milan was fucked up for leaving me at the DHS office, but we didn’t need to be around each other and I knew it.

“What’s up bro?” I asked as we pulled into traffic. I met John while I was on lock down. He was my Bunkie up at Jackson, and he was the only nigga that I really fucked with like that. Wise and Keem used to be my right hands, but they didn’t really fuck with me for real. They both saw me struggling and wouldn’t put me on. I expected it from Wise, but Keem really had me looking at him sideways. I thought for sure that he would have my spot waiting for me when I got out. But, it didn’t happen like that. They took over the thrown and just cut me out, feeding me scraps like I was some peon-ass nigga.

I wasn’t about to sit in the cut and watch them  getting money while I was barely making enough bread to survive. That’s why I was taking niggas shit, and putting it up for when I made my grand entrance back into the game. John and I had hit a couple of spots and came out with a nice piece of change. I just had to lay low until the smoke blew over. I just needed to find a plug that would fuck with me and my people, then it was on.

Then there was Milan. I loved the fuck out of her. I had a fucked up way of showing it, but I did. She just didn’t know, I wasn’t as broke as she thought I was. I just needed her to hold it down until I got enough re-up money saved to cop how I wanted to. Nobody wanted to front me, but I was going to show niggas. And since Milan was holding a nigga down, I was gone take care of her ass when I got back on my feet. She was the only loyal ma’fucka in my life, even though I didn’t deserve it.

“Shit, you heard about that party at Wise and Keem’s loft?” John asked.

“Yea, I ain’t fucking wit’ it.” I waved him off. I wasn’t about to party with a bunch of fake ma’fuckas. Plus, I needed to get back to the crib and deal with Milan. I knew that she was going to try to have a little attitude. But, all it took was for me to hit her spot in the right way for her to act right. She was addicted to the dick.

John paused for a second, then looked at me. “I think you should go, bro. I heard that yo’ baby moms up in there and she a little too friendly with Wise.”

I swear, I caught an instant attitude. I knew that they had something going on a while back. Milan never admitted to it, but I wasn’t stupid, plus I heard a few things, but I would fuck both of their asses up if it was true that they were disrespecting me. “Nah, somebody lying.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Nah, straight up. I heard she went into the back room with him and all. They on some lovey dovey shit.” John explained.

I was seeing red.  I had put in work on a nigga for much less. You don’t fuck with my money or my bitch! I turned to John. “You got yo’ pistol on you?” He nodded. “Take me to the party.” That’s all I said. Wise was my homeboy, but I’d kill that motherfucka!

Chapter Six

Milan

It was like I was in heaven and I never wanted to come back down to earth. Wise had me by his side the whole night, catering to me like I was his girl again. Just for a second, I tricked myself into believing that we could be together. However, I didn’t want to get spoiled, my mind would start making up feelings toward him that I shouldn’t have been feeling. He wasn’t like Jabari, the feelings that I felt while around him were unexplainable. I’ve loved Wise since the day I first laid eyes on him back in high school. But, loving him scared the shit out of me, so I tried to suppress that emotion.

Though Jabari had disrespected me on several occasions, I sort of felt bad for being all up under Wise, knowing that most of the people that were in attendance ran in Jabari’s circle. But, why should I care? I asked myself, scanning the room. I was tired of doing what was right. I wanted Wise!

Call me what you want, but my body was dying to feel him inside of me. That kiss in the room earlier had my body craving his touch. I wanted him to make me feel good, even if it was just for the moment. Hell, I deserved to feel good. I knew that after tonight, things would return to normal, and I would be back to working hard, taking care of my babies.

“Damn, you should have been dropped that nigga. I’m crushing on you hard, with yo’ sexy ass. You know you mine, right?” Wise asked, pulling me closer into his arms, and pressing his chest against mine. His six four frame towered over my little five three self and I loved it.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. What about Jabari? His crazy ass is going to trip, especially with me having his kids.”

Wise chuckled. “You really think that I’m worried about lil’ ass Jabari? Ain’t nobody thinking about that nigga. You was mine first.  Is you gone stop bullshitting or what?”

I couldn’t exactly give him an answer. Wise and I used to kick it on the low a long time ago, but he was a hoe back then, just like Jabari. “We’ll see.  Y’all men be playing games.” I finally answered.

“Whatever,” Wise chuckled, waving me off. “We’ll see whose playing games.” He leaned in and pecked my lips.

The whole time that Wise and I were interacting, Keem was looking at us and shaking his head. Keem was close to Jabari, and I wondered if he would snitch. I was enjoying Wise, but I knew that we were tripping, displaying affection in public. I wanted to pull away from his embrace, but he had me hypnotized. It felt so good to finally be back in Wise’s arms.

However, as much as I just wanted to let go and enjoy Wise, there was this nagging feeling that just wouldn’t go away. I knew that eventually word was going to get back to Jabari about me and Wise.

I had a feeling that he would pop up and show his natural black ass, and my feeling was right. Not even twenty minutes later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jabari walk into the room, frowning at me and Wise all hugged up. His eyes were cold, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach because I knew how ugly things could get.

***
 

Wise

Punk ass Jabari… I ain't liked the nigga since he started fucking with Milan. I tolerated him because he was Keem’s people, but I knew the day would come that I would have to lay his big ass the fuck out! See, the problem with him was that he felt the world owed him something. But didn’t nobody owe him shit. He’s the one that went against the grain and got his dumb as locked the fuck up. Now nobody in the game was fucking with him.

I watched him as he approached us. He was big mad, and I had to chuckle. Milan was mine now and he might as well charge that shit to the game. It wasn’t shit else he could do about it. What was he gone do? Beat my ass? I damn sure wasn’t gone let him touch Milan.

Keem walked over to where we were standing, stepping in front of me and Milan, just as Jabari walked up. I could tell Keem was irritated. He had been telling me to leave Milan alone since forever, and I tried to respect her relationship, but she was all me. She put some type of voodoo on me the first time I laid eyes on her and I was stuck ever since.

“What’s up, bro?” Keem spoke to Jabari, holding out his hand to slap fives with him. I guess he was trying to see where Jabari’s head was. 

Jabari just hit him with a head nod, focusing on me and Milan. “Come here. Let me holla’ at you right quick Milan.” He demanded. 

I started to say something, but Milan spoke first. “What do you want Jabari? We have nothing to talk about.” I could see it in her eyes that she was scared as hell. That fucked with me. She should have known that as long as I was around, she didn’t have shit to worry about. 

“Man, get yo’ ass over here.” He lunged at her, trying to grab her up. But, I stepped in with the quickness, pushing him backwards. He stumbled a bit before catching his balance, then he followed up by whipping out his nine. I didn’t even see that shit coming. The music stopped and the whole crowd gasped as he pointed his piece at my head. He had me at a catch-22. I wanted to knock his fucking head off. But, I wasn’t stupid enough to make the wrong move for him to shoot me.

Chapter Seven

Milan
 

This so wasn’t how I imagined my life ending. I just knew that Jabari was about to kill Wise, and I was next! Now I had to try to calm Jabari’s crazy ass down. “Please don’t do this Jabari.” I pleaded, stepping in front of Wise. I needed to talk some sense into him before things were all bad. 

Jabari focused on me, and was about to say something, but Keem caught him off guard with a left hook to the temple, and he followed up with a few more blows, knocking the gun out of Jabari’s hands. After that, Wise, Keem, and a few of the dudes out of their crew began to jump on Jabari. No one helped. Jabari had come to the party with someone and he even had a few friends sprinkled around the room, and not one person helped. I just stood there with my hands covering my mouth, crying. As fucked up as Jabari was, he was still my children’s father and he did hold a place in my heart. 

I finally snapped out of it, rushing to try to pull them off of Jabari. “Oh my god! Y’all stop. You’re going to kill him!” I squealed, grabbing at Wise’ arms. He snatched away, knocking me backwards and I fell to the ground. Then, I felt someone pulling me away from the chaos. It was my best friend, Chanel. “Come on boo. Get out the way. Jabari did this shit to himself.” She tried comforting me. But, I wasn’t trying to hear her. This shit was just too much for me.

Luckily for Jabari, a few niggas came over, pulling everybody off of him. He was curled up in the fetal position on the ground, and he looked unconscious, but I couldn’t really tell. The tears in my eyes had blurred my vision. 

Wise looked at me. He was mad as hell. “Fuck this shit. Let’s go Milan!” He demanded. I froze. Was I supposed to leave with Wise, or was I supposed to stay behind and make sure that the man that I once loved for eight long years was okay?

I mean, I knew that if I left with Wise, there was no turning back. I wanted that happily ever after with him, I truly did. But Jabari had this crazy ass hold over me that wouldn’t allow me to leave. I think that Wise saw my hesitancy and made the decision for me. He turned to walk away and I felt the air leaving my lungs.

I couldn't believe that I allowed Wise to walk out of the party, and out of my life. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched his silhouette disappear into the crowd. I wanted to run after him, but my feet were stuck in place. I couldn't move. A tear fell from my eyes, knowing that I fucked up.

I looked at Jabari, as his homeboys lifted him off the ground. Keem and Wise had roughed him up pretty badly, but he was going to be okay. 

"Hurry up and get that nigga the fuck out of here!" Keem yelled. "The fuck wrong with this nigga? We fucking family and you pulling out guns and shit."

Jabari didn't say anything, he looked at Keem with this funny expression, then he looked at me with the look of disgust. I couldn't believe he was mad at me when his friends let him get his ass whooped.

I stared back at him with a look of uncertainty. I didn't know what to say, I actually didn't get a chance to say anything. Jabari abruptly turned toward the door and began to walk away; I followed behind him, too embarrassed to stay. I knew that I had just made the dumbest decision of my life by playing Wise in front of everyone, but it was too late to take it back now.

When we made it outside, I tried stopping Jabari to talk to him. I grabbed his arm, but he snatched away. "Don't fucking touch me! This is all your fault!" He screamed on me. We were now standing in the parking lot face to face. I temporarily dismissed the fact that I shouldn't have cared at all. I had just found out that he made a whole baby on me, yet I was the bad guy?

"Will you just listen to me!" I shouted, becoming frustrated. "You put me through so much. But, I love your dog ass. I shouldn't even care, but I do!"

Jabari kissed his teeth. "Man stop talking to me Milan. You disrespectful. It's a million niggas in this world and you choose to fuck with that nigga? I ain't never fucked with a bitch you knew. Fuck you!"

"Fuck me?" I asked, appalled. "I've been nothing but loyal to yo' ass! It's funny how you can fuck over me time and time again; but can't take it if it's dished back."

"Prove it." Jabari shot back, confusing me.

What was there to prove? "Prove what Jabari?" I asked, as we made it to my car. He scanned the parking lot, then looked back at me.

"Find out where that nigga stash spot at. Help me hit that nigga!"
My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe that he would ask me to set Wise up. He was trying to play with both of our lives, and I didn't know what to say.