Kalvin
I wanna be pissed off, hell, I AM pissed off! How they gon judge me all these years, then leave our kids home to go on a date? Then they gon date together? Really? Must they do EVERYTHING together?
"Baby, let's dance!" said..... I don't even remember this bitch name....
"Nah, I'm good. Go head though." I replied, still staring at Tori and the nigga she was grinding on.
"Why you keep staring at them bitches? What, you know them ho..."
I snatched her by her throat, slamming her against the wall.
"I'm only gon say this one time, so listen carefully bitch," I said quietly in her ear. "If you EVER, in your life, disrespect my wife or my baby mama again, you gon find yourself broke, homeless, and with a well-whipped ass. Then, after I drop yo ass off at the shelter in the car I bought you, I'm gon go home and tell them where you at AND what you said. And I promise you this, what they gon do, gon make what I did feel like a slap on the wrist. Do you understand me?" I asked.
She nodded, teary-eyed. I let her go and she fell to the ground, stumbling. I was so pissed off that I didn't even realize that I was holding her up to my eye level. As she stumbled her stupid ass to the bathroom, I thought back to when everything started going south. I can't front, it's my fault my wife is all up on that nigga. After her and Kiana got tight, I thought I could get a little harem started. Shiiiit, I was famous. I still am. But I shoulda KNEW Tori wasn't gon just let that shit fly forever. I'll never forget the day Latricia came to our house. That was the worst day of my life.....
Eighteen years earlier.......
"Come on Kal!" Vashawn said while spotting me. "3, 2, 1! Good job my nigga! Yo, B!" he yelled across the room, "Come spot me while Kal hit the treadmill."
"The fuck you yellin for, nigga. I'm swole, not deaf!" Broderick said as I started cracking up. These niggas been going at each other tops since freshman year. They talk mad shit to each other, knowing they ain't gon do shit but dap it off in the end. They aggravate the hell outta each other and sometimes me, but we the heart and soul of ANY team we play on. We work out together, and our field chemistry is always on point. I know B ain't about to let me get sacked, and Vas gon catch anything I throw. That's why when I got drafted, WE got drafted. We the dream team.
"So Kal, whatever happened to that crazy bitch you was fuckin wit?" asked Vas.
"Which one?" B and I said at the same time before we all cracked up.
"The one that was stalkin yo ass and harrassin yo other bitches. The light-skinned bougie lookin one with the ghetto ass name..."
"Oh you talkin about Latricia.... Man,I had to cut that bitch loose. She was talkin bout I gotta leave my wife and she pregnant and all that shit. That ho ain't ain't no more pregnant than I am. She think a nigga stupid. How you call me over to tell me and I see your pregnant friend leaving while I'm walkin up. I already know the game. I gave that bitch $400 and told her she betta be the fuck out that apartment by noon today or I'm takin her car back too." I ranted as I ran.
"Damn, Kal. You sure that was the way to handle that?" Vee asked while looking out the window.
"Yeah, why?" I inquired.
"Because there's a blond, light-skinned bitch marching up to your front door like Ms. Sophia on 'The Color Purple'. She got a manilla envelope in her hand and she look mad as fuck! Man yo..."
I cut him off as I fell off the treadmill trying to get to the front door before Victoria. I ran through the house with B and Vas hot on my heels. They were so close that when I stop at the doorway, they knocked me down and fell on me. You ever been stuck under a wide receiver AND a left tackle? No? Then don't because you WILL suffocate.
By the time them clowns got off me, Victoria, Kiana, and Latricia were all seated in the formal living room. I let out a deep breath. I know that Victoria and Kiana won't cut up in this room. It houses all of Tori's family heirlooms and her parent's ashes.
"So what brings you to our home, um..." Tori started.
"It's Latricia.. I'm sorry to just barge in like this, but I have some important information that you need to know." she said while opening her folder.
"Go on, but I'm pretty sure I already know what this is about." Tori said. She gave Kiana a look, and Ki walked out of the room without a word, which was strange by itself.
"So let me guess.... You've been fucking my husband for a while, and now you feel like he should leave me for you, right? Well sweetheart, it doesn't work that way. I put in hella work before he had a contract for you to sweat him for. " Tori said while rolling her eyes at me.
Latricia looked uncomfortable as hell after she said that. She cut her eyes and said, "But I'm.....
"Pregnant. Right?" Tori said as I looked on in shock. "How far along are you? I'm guessing less than 12 weeks because you're here. Let me explain something to you boo. This nigga here," Tori said while looking at me in disgust, "ain't worth the pot he gave you to piss on. All his millions were made by me. That house he got you all nice and comfy in, I own it and he rents it from me. That fresh 1997 Mercedes coupe you're driving? That was mine until I upgraded to an SUV. So what you want, darling, is for ME to wife you and take care of you, like I take care of his ungrateful ass. But it's not gonna happen." Tori said.
I just sat there, dumbfounded. How the hell she know all this shit? Wait a minute....
"I'm renting that townhouse from you? And you just..."
"Actually," Kiana's messy ass butted in, "You're renting it from US. Viking Management is our real estate firm. Now back to you La-TRICK-a...
"It's Latricia! She exclaimed.
"Man, whatever." Tori and Ki said simultaneously.
"If you are pregnant, you won't mind proving it then...
"I got alla my proof right here!" she said excitedly while trying to hand Tori the envelope..
I just closed my eyes and prayed that when Tori killed me it would be quick....
To be continued.....
