The California Saga (25 page)

 

 

When I'd gotten home from the barbershop, I'd planned to let Jewel's conniving ass have it. But the rational side of me just couldn't allow that to happen so quickly. It took all I had, but I went on with the days as usual while I decided on the best way to approach things.

I was the type of nigga that liked to have all my ducks in a row, so when I came with it, I came hard. I liked to be confident that it wasn't shit a bitch or nigga could say to lie their way out of things. I knew I was about to make a hell of an allegation, so I wanted to be sure I had my facts straight when I did it.

After running that day at the barbershop through my head over and over, along with all the other shit that had happened during New Year's, I was sure that bitch was on some sheisty shit. My fucking blood was boiling as I waited patiently for her to come in from the beauty salon.

When she got home, she rushed up to me all kissy-poo and shit. She was wearing leggings, a fitted sweater dress that grabbed tight to every curve of her perfect body, and was smelling of my favorite perfume, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb. I had to admit, that shit was quite tempting, but that alone wasn't gonna work this day. I had to give it to her though. She was a good actress. She could've won a fucking Academy Award for the act she put on, and she could have really fooled an amateur, but I wasn't buying the bullshit she was selling.

Before I could dig into her ass, I noticed she had some broad with her. I rolled my eyes at this woman, but Jewel didn't seem to pay me any attention. “Who is this?” I grunted, glaring at her new woman friend. I thought Jewel would have learned her lesson with Sasha.

“Oh, baby, this is Misty. Don't you remember? She's the nurse who took care of us when we were in the hospital. And, lo and behold, she does freelance wedding planning on the side. I hired her as our wedding planner.”

“We don't need a wedding planner,” I mumbled.

Misty must have picked up my bad mood, because she grabbed her oversized Chanel bag and stepped toward the door. “Well, I'll see you, Jewel. We'll talk later.”

“Okay, Misty.” Jewel walked her to the door and waved to her.

“Bye, Jewel. Talk to you soon.”

Jewel turned back to me like nothing was wrong and said, “Baby, come check out my bridesmaids' colors.

They're going to wear lavender. I don't want no loud, ghetto-looking colors. Yeah, baby, this wedding is gonna have class all the way.”

I followed Jewel to her computer room, where she had all the latest bridal magazines spread out on the floor, an indication that she had gone too far. Plus, she'd hired a damn wedding planner. I didn't even think she knew all this stuff, but obviously, Miss Bourgeois Virginia Beach Bitch knew her shit, when it came to wedding time.

And worse still, she knew money wasn't coming in like regular. I'd been laid up for a few months now, so I hadn't been doing no work. And the last count I had, this broad had spent about fifty thousand on the wedding, and we ain't even walked down the fucking aisle. Just thinking about it made steam come out my ears.

“And baby, we're gonna have orchids and baby's breath.” Suddenly, Jewel looked up, as if for the first time she had tuned into my sour mood.

“Baby, what's the matter?” she asked, her face twisted into a corkscrew of concern.

This made me all the madder, that she could sound so innocent.
Yeah, right, bitch!
“You know what's the matter.” I grabbed her by the neck and looked her in the eye.

She looked all surprised and shit. “No, I don't, baby. What is it? I ain't no mind reader.”

“I can't believe you'd do me like this, Jewel.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm out at the barbershop and this nigga Poppo talking shit to me, like you and him running game together.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Touch?”

“So you fucking that nigga now?”

“What? I'm with you every day. I sleep with you every single night. So how the hell do I have time to be fucking somebody else?”

“Well, you gon' tell me something. How is this nigga talking about he gon' be my savior?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what that nigga was talking about? You know he ain't nothing but Calico's little bitch. You can't believe nothing he says.”

“Yeah, I should have never fucked with you in the first place. You the one who was Calico's bitch.”

“How you gon' throw that in my face, Touch? Did you forget I made us? I'm the reason we have this house, the cars, the lifestyle of the ghetto fabulous. It was my money from ghostwriting and my connect with TMF that got us here! Oh—and who took care of you when you were sick? I even washed your ass for you and wiped it when you had to shit.”

“Oh, just a regular Florence Nightingale. I knew you was gone throw that shit up in my face. But, bitch, you didn't have to do nothing for me.”

“Nah, I'm much more than a night nurse. Just so that you know, I was hollering at Poppo to save your ass! I promised to put him on if he took care of Calico for you.”

“What the fuck I look like to you? You must take me for some little bitch. You really got me fucked up. Do your thing, Jewel. I'm out.” I grabbed my keys, walked out the front door, and never looked back.

I was fuming as I drove. I didn't know where I was headed, but I knew I needed to get the fuck away from Jewel. I wondered what type of cat she took me for.
Do I look like some type of weak nigga that need protection?
My weeks of rehab must have fucked her head up. That broad was tripping.

Finally cooling off a little bit I decided to go to one of my old spots, Mo Dean's Caribbean restaurant and lounge. As soon as I walked in, I felt right at home. The atmosphere hadn't changed a bit.

My boy Raz spotted me as soon as I walked in. “Touch, what up, nigga!”

“Ain't shit, nigga.” I headed straight to the bar.

I hadn't been sitting a whole minute before I felt someone hug me from behind and caress my manhood. Off the jump, I knew exactly who that was. It was only one chick that came on hard like that, Dirty Diana.

“What up, baby girl?” I spun around on the barstool to face her.

“Looks like you,” she said, referencing my standing dick.

“So what you gon' do about it?” I said, knowing exactly how she got down.

“Oh, you know the deal. I ain't trying to hurt you though. I heard you got shot. Everything healed up okay? You know I puts it down, and I don't want to be responsible for no injuries.” She giggled.

“I'm strong and long as a horse.” I pulled Diana between my legs and squeezed her ass tight, all the while reminiscing about the last time I fucked her.

Diana was a jump-off bitch that I'd fucked one night on a whim. I knew her face from the spot, but I never really paid her much attention. Hell, I ain't even know her name until the night I fucked her. Her body was tight, and the fuck was good, but every nigga with a little dough had ran up in that. I remember when I fucked her. She was on point, but as soon as we were done, that bitch had her fucking hand out for money. Needless to say, I gave it to her, and I would do it again too. Sad to say, but the fuck was definitely worth it.

Damn! Times were good before I hooked up with Jewel and got locked down. What the fuck was I thinking when I asked her to marry me?
I was still gripping Diana's firm ass tight.

“Well, you know I'm working, so as soon as I get off—”

“Say no more.” I cut her off mid-sentence, noticing my baby mother, Ciara, staring at me from the cut.

Although I missed my kids like crazy and wanted badly to see them, I wasn't trying to see that bitch. That last time I saw her, I had beat the shit out of her and ended up in jail. She, just like Jewel, just had to fuck Calico.

I turned back around to the bar, pretending to not even see her. If it wasn't for my pending case and the temporary restraining order she had on me, I would have gone over there and beat her ass again. There was no amount of beating that could be punishment enough for the line that bitch had crossed.

“Let me get a Grey Goose on the rocks.”

“That's on me,” one of my boys told the bartender. “Put all his drinks on my tab.”

I spent the next hour, kicking it with my niggas and drinking Grey Goose like it was water. Before I knew it, I was fucked up.

“Yo, I'm out, niggas,” I said to my boys as I scrambled to get off of my barstool.

“Hold on, nigga. We can't let you drive like that. You just got out the hospital from one injury. We can't send you right back.”

“Oh, he straight,” I heard a familiar female voice say.

I looked up to see my ex-girlfriend, Lisa. Ghetto spots like Mo Dean's wasn't her thing. “What you doing here?”

“Don't you worry about it. Just be happy I'm here and willing to help your drunk ass,” she said, escorting me out the door.

I looked back to see Diana giving me a dirty look. Sure, I wanted to fuck that, but Lisa had taken over. Besides, I knew Diana was guaranteed pussy. I could hit that at any day any time. I was lucky to get an opportunity to get up in Lisa's stuff again because we'd broken up on bad terms. I was even surprised she had approached a nigga.

“Where did you park?”

“That way.” I pointed.

Minutes later we were in my car.

“Where to?” Lisa asked.

“To my crib. Don't act like you don't know the way. You used to live there, remember?” I said, thinking back to the times Lisa and I used to kick it.

“Yeah, until you kicked me out for your ignorant-ass baby mother!”

“Yo, I ain't trying to hear that shit.” My mind was on one thing and one thing only—pussy.

It was times like this that I was grateful I didn't sell or rent out my old crib out Bayside area, off of Newtown Road. We pulled up to my spot, and I stumbled out the car to the front door. Once inside I fell across the couch, lit up a cigarette, and called out to Lisa, who was heading up the stairs, apparently to my bedroom.

“What you doing, girl? Get naked. You know you giving me some ass tonight.”

There was no way she was staying the night at my crib and not fuck, especially since she'd fucked up my plans of getting with Diana.

“I'm going to freshen up. Meanwhile, can you pour me some wine or something to help me relax, please?” she asked while walking upstairs.

“Nah, I ain't got nothing,” I replied, shaking my head.

Just then my phone rang. I noticed I had three missed calls from Jewel already. At the time, I wasn't even trying to hear nothing her ass had to say.

Minutes later Lisa had come back downstairs with one of my T-shirts on. I lifted it up, only to see her neatly shaven pussy underneath.

“Excuse you.” She pulled the shirt back down then straddled me.

She tried to kiss me, but I quickly turned my head.

“What? I can't get a kiss?”

I threw her on the couch and ripped her T-shirt and underwear off.

“Why you got to be so rough?” She rolled her eyes at me.

“Shut the fuck up!”

My phone rang another four times back to back. I knew it was Jewel blowing me up.

“Touch, you just tore my bra. This is a La Perla bra and panty set. Do you know how much this cost?”

“Of course, I do. Wasn't I the one buying you that shit when we were together? I probably bought this shit you got on now,” I replied, cramming my dick into her dry pussy.

I figured she wasn't in the mood yet, but I was sure it wasn't anything the “king cobra” couldn't fix. And, just as I figured, a few minutes later, I was hearing those sweet moans and groans.

“Ride this dick,” I ordered after turning her over to switch positions.

I had to admit, this bitch did have some good pussy. After we had finished fucking, she quickly fell asleep.

I tried to, but Jewel kept calling. Knowing her, she was probably trying to hunt my ass down. I was never the nigga to turn my phone off, because I always figured that the one time I turned it off would be the day something happened to my mom or kids and they couldn't reach me.

But Jewel was leaving a nigga with no choice. Once phone call number fifteen had come through, I was forced to turn off my phone to get some rest.
What a day!
I thought, drifting off to sleep.

 

 

“Gotdamn!” I yelled as I hung up the phone with my boy.

He'd just given me the news that Calico was locked up. Most niggas would look at that shit as bad luck, but in his case, it was good luck. That nigga ain't even know he was minutes away from death. That fucking arrest saved his life. The reason I couldn't come for that nigga when he was calling me was because I was setting shit up so I could do him in. I was planning to pick him up and take him to the spot and dead his ass later in the day. But this time that nigga got away.

I was surprised to see Jewel calling. I guess she'd heard the news too. “What up, ma?” I answered right away.

“You fucking tell me. That's what the fuck I want to know. What the fuck is up, Poppo?” Jewel yelled in the phone between tears.

I hadn't the slightest idea what the fuck she was snapping about. “Yo, yo, relax, mami. What's going on?”

“What the fuck did you say to Touch, Poppo? He came home talking some shit about me and you in cahoots together, and I can't be trusted. He even tried to say we were fucking! That's crazy, especially since I haven't talked to you in forever. I assumed you were playing games when you stood me up, and now I hear this shit?”

Right then I knew exactly what Jewel was talking about. It looked like Touch had finally broke the news to her. I personally wondered what the fuck took that nigga so long. I expected to get this call days ago. Already prepared for the wrath, I slipped right into character, becoming Mr. Concerned and Apologetic.

“Listen, Jewel. I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean for shit to go down that way. That was my bad. A nigga wasn't thinking.”

“Did you tell him that we were fucking, Poppo?”

“Nah, I would never do that. I'm a man of my word. You got to trust me. Besides, are we fucking?” I laughed.

“Hell, no!” she snapped back.

“All right, then. Bitch-ass niggas tell a whole bunch of people stupid shit like that. I'm a real nigga. Soon, my actions will show you that. I understand if you're sitting on the sideline as a skeptic right now though, especially since the last time we were supposed to meet I never made it. But about that day, I swear, ma . . . that shit was out of my control. I was on my way and I ended up getting locked up over some bullshit.”

“Things are real bad for me, Poppo,” Jewel cried out. “I'm fucked up in the game right now. I don't know what to think or who to trust. You don't understand the shit I've been through. I mean, look at this shit. Me and Calico use to be together. He was my man, Poppo, and now we're fucking enemies. Sasha was my best friend, and she stabbed me in the back. Touch was all I had, and now that shit is fucked. What the fuck am I supposed to do or think?”

“I feel you, baby girl. I understand you to the fullest. But I'm saying, I'm setting shit up, ma. Please, I just need you to be a little more patient with a nigga. This shit takes time. You feel me?”

“Yeah, but I can only be patient for so long,” she whimpered.

“Don't worry. I got chu. Can I bring you lunch, dinner, or anything else that would cheer you up?” I asked in a concerned tone of voice, trying to throw in a little game. I thought it was the perfect opportunity. Bitches always slipped up when they're vulnerable.

“No, thanks. I'll be all right. I'm just ready to get things going.”

“I know. I am too, so let me do my thing. You screaming in my ear ain't helping either one of us.”

“Okay,” Jewel said before hanging up the phone.

I was relieved that I was able to calm things down and smooth shit over.