Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tokyo

It was now around three in the morning and Divine and I were up shooting the shit like old times. Why did it always take tragedies to bring the good times back between family? I will never know, but I was loving the attention from her. She poured us a glass of wine and made us some cheese dip as we watched Paid in Full on DVD. “I’m loving this couch. So comfortable,” I said as she lay on the opposite end of me. “Yeah? I was thinking about getting a new one.” “Well, give me this one.” “Cool.” “Yo, be real with me. Where you and Malina getting all this money from?” I asked. A blind man could see they had come up. They were always out of town, new clothes and shoes, new hair styles… just new everything. “Malina got this trick nigga down in Houston, and he be flying us all over. You know? Small shit,” she said, sipping her wine. “Small shit? Bitch act like I didn’t just see that big ass stack of money under the kitchen cabinet.” She had tried to hurry up and close it earlier, but I had already seen it.

“A bunch of chump change. He hooked me up with his other baller homie.” “So y’all selling pussy?” I asked with my brows lifted. “Bitch, really? Don’t do me,” she said, but still not denying my accusation. “Tell me!” “I did,” she said right before a knock came to the door. could tell she was low key happy that someone was there, so she wouldn’t have to answer the question. “It’s late as hell. That’s Malina?” I asked as she walked to the door. “Damn, Tokyo. Quit asking me so many damn questions. And for your information, Malina ain’t coming home ’til later today.” “What’s up, sis?” Bishop said as he walked through the door with a tall guy behind him. “Bishop, I am so sick of seeing your face. What do you want?” Divine asked as she walked over and laid back on the couch. Bishop and his homie sat on the other two sofas. “Damn, Tokyo, I ain’t seen you in a minute,” Bishop said, ignoring Divine. “I know, huh?” I asked, but I had my eye on his homie. Bishop noticed me eyeing his partner so he introduced us. “I’m rude. My bad. Glory, this is Tokyo ol’

stuck up ass. Tokyo, that’s Glory.” “What’s up, love?” Glory asked, flashing the diamonds in his grill. “Don’t listen to Bishop. Hey.” Divine cleared her throat at Bishop. “So why y’all here?” she asked with her arms crossed. “Damn, sis. Can a nigga just check on you?” “You don’t ever just check on me. You always coming with extra shit.” “Well, since you put it that way, we need to talk in private,” Bishop said. Him and Divine walked back to her room and closed the door. Glory’s eyes were red as hell and low. I know he was loaded. He sank low into his chair and pulled out his phone to reply to a text. This went on for a few minutes until I broke the silence. “Must be a busy guy,” I said. “Why you say that?” That phone been jumping since you been in here.” “My bad, love,” he said as he put his phone away. “Didn’t mean to offend you or some shit.” “I’m not mad. Just pointed out the obvious.” I laughed. “Yeah? So I met Malina. Who are you?” “I’m their other cousin. We’re all related. Me, Divine, Tori and Malina.”

“ Tori? That name sounds familiar.” “You met her?” “Nah. But now that I think about it, all y’all do kinda look alike.” “Who?” “You, Divine and Malina.” “Yeah?” “Yaa. Where Malina at anyway?” he asked. “Shit, she left. Knowing her, she probably with her nigga of the week.” “Nigga of the week? What that mean?” “Malina like to switch them out. Feel me?” Seeing the look on his face, I quickly shut my mouth. “My bad, am I cock blocking?” “Nah, love. I don’t even know shorty like that for you to be cock blocking. But what about you? I see the tissue by ya feet. You been crying?” He asked. I liked that he paid attention to details. “It’s that obvious? Just a little bit.” “About what? If you don’t mind me asking…” “It’s a lot. Don’t really want to bother you with it.” “Why?” “We just met. You know? I ain’t tryna come off like a bitch with a million problems.” “Try me.”

“You wouldn’t understand. You would call me stupid like everyone else does.” “Like I said… try me.” “Just found out that my boyfriend may be paralyzed for life.” “Damn, love. I’m sorry to hear that. But ain’t no problem too big for God, ya heard me?” He said as leaned down and tightened the lace on his shoes. “He was shot by his baby mama husband.” “What?” “The baby mama that I had no idea he had.” “Oh, damn.” “And he also has a fiancé that he was planning to marry while his bitch ass was living in my damn house, not paying no fucking bills.” I had to stop myself because I was starting to rant and raise my voice. “So why do you feel stupid?” “Because my dumb ass still wanna help. Shit, I just wanna be there. You think I’m stupid? Right?” “Nah, you ain't stupid. Just in love. I heard we all play the fool sometimes. But on the cool, you fine as fuck. Why you even dealing with that shit? I’m sure you knew he was a fuck boy before this fuck shit.” “Yeah, I was just in denial.” “It always happens that way,” he said as he phone rang, but he ignored the call.

“He all I know. I mean… he used to love me. You know?” “That be the problem with women; living in the past. Us niggas change. No disrespect, but if he changed, he probably stopped respecting you, love.” “What? But I never cheated on him nor have I ever did no fuck shit to him like he did to me. All I did was try to be the best woman that I could to him… flaws and all.” “Was this his first time cheating?” “Nah, but I always took him back and forgave him.” “That’s where you fucked up.” “Why? How?” “Love, that nigga saw you were weak the second time he fucked you over and you called begging him to come back.” “How you know I called begging?” I asked. “You look like the type.” “So I look weak?” “Nah, you just wear your heart on your sleeve. And that’s cool.” “How so?” “It’s not your fault. You just need a real nigga.” I laughed. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.” “Sure it isn’t the first, but I ain’t worried ’bout none of that.”

“So you different?” I asked. “I don’t know.” “You acting like you’re just so different.” “I ain’t acting like nothing, love. Just wanted to give you the game so you will never in life be a nigga’s crash dummy again.” “I wasn’t his crash dummy. See, that’s why I should have kept my mouth closed. You’re judging me like everyone else.” “Not at all. Just keeping it real. I don’t look at you no different than I did thirty minutes ago. Understand my lingo.” “Whatever, dude.” “Real talk. I don’t know you well enough to judge you. But check this, this nigga taking too long, so tell him I went to handle this business and to hit me up when he leaves,” Glory said. “Okay, cool. Thanks, mean ass,” I joked as I walked him to the door, waiting for him to ask for my number. “No problem, love. Keep ya head up, ya heard me?” “Yeah, I got you,” I said as he walked away to his jeep. I won’t lie, I was salty that he didn’t ask for my number.