A Hustler's Pride

Part 11

           

Once Matthew got Giselle back home he talked to her in the living room. "This shit needs to stop! And I'm not f'ckin playin no more. I hate tha fact that ya'll are doin what ya'll doin." Giselle looked at him and pretended to not know what he was talkin about. They were the only ones at the house. Michelle was still at the hotel gettin everythin cleaned up while the security team help.

"I don't know what ur talkin about Dad-"

"Don't f'ckin play me girl. U and Hova are f'ckin around and the shit needs to stop. I givin u a chance to call it off because I can see that u really like him. But this is a f'ckin warnin the next thin I do won't be so cool."

"Daddy I can't do that." He looked at her and smiled.

"I'm not askin u. I'm tellin u." She tried to get off the couch but he pushed her back down. "WTF are u doin!"

"I ain't doin that! I am a grown f'ckin woman. I don't hafta listen to yo ass!" He slapped her and held her down to the couch as she squirmed to get away.

"Look! I AIN'T F'CKIN PLAYIN WIT U! U NEED TO REALIZE THAT I WILL F'CK U UP G! DON'T PLAY ME LIKE U'ON KNOW WHO I AM!"

"GET THE F'CK OFFA ME NIGGA! I'M BETTER OFF LEAVIN WIT THAT F'CKIN CRACKHEAD MAMA OF MINE THAT U! U AIN'T SHIT!"

"Oh I ain't shit!" He said slappin her again and again. She tried to hit him back but it was no use. Her face was red and stingin like all hell. He snatched her off the couch and dragged her upstairs as she screamed.

"I hate u! I hate yo f'ckin ass!" Michelle and the crew includin Hova walked into the house to hear Giselle screamin. On instinct they all pulled out their guns as Michelle ran into the kitchen to get a knife. HOva was the first upstairs wit everyone else behind. They found Matthew in the guest bathroom holdin Giselle under warm water.

"U calm yo ass down! Calm the f'ck down Giselle!" She continued to scream and cry.He left out of the bathroom with Hova starin at him. "WTF u lookin at my nigga."

"Yo why u doin her like that. That's yo daughter man."

"Oh u tryna tell me how to raise my daughter?! U the reason of this shit anyways nigga! WhoTF u think u is anyway lyin to my motherf'ckin face about u and her? Hunh?" Matthew said walkin face to face to Hova.

"Man i think u need to back up."

"Oh u hear how this motherf'cka talkin to me now. 'Oh u think i need to back up', hunh? Nigga I own u!"

"U'on own shit of me dude. I love yo daughter but u not finna disrespect me none." Matthew backed up and was taken aback by what he had said.

"U love my daughter? U love MY daughter?"

"I love her enough not to put my hands on her so u can say I love her more than u do." Michelle finally came up the steps to step inbetween the two men.

"Ya'll calm down."

"No," Matthew said tryin to move her out of the way. "What nigga? U wanna prove that?"

"I don't hafta prove shit. Yo daughter know I love her."

"This motherf'cka got nerve," he said tryin to laugh his anger off. Giselle came out of the bathroom wet. "Take yo ass back in there Giselle!"

"No," she said tryin to walk past him to get to Hova but Matthew grabbed her and Hova jumped in to save her. "Get offa me!" Hova pried Matthew's hands off her and snacthed Giselle up to be with him.

"U lil hoe! U choose a man u don't know over ur father! The one that raised yo ass! The one that took care of u when yo mama didn't want yo ass!"

"F'ck u!" She said walkin away with Hova by her side. They were half way out the door when Matthew came after them.

"Don't ever come back u lil b'tch! Don't ever come back here! U ain't welcome here!" He had tears in his eyes and he felt so betrayed and hurt by his daughter's decision.

The next day, Giselle layed in Hova bed while he held her tight against his body. "I love u G." She hugged him tighter and cried into his chest. About ten minutes later a loud noise came from the livin room. Hova grabbed his gun and told Giselle to stay in the room. Someone had kicked his door down and it was Matthew wit two dudes Hova had never seen before. Hova pointed his gun at Matthew while they all pointed their guns at him.

"I just came to get what was mine," matthew said wit dry tears on his face.

"Ain't nothin over here urs, dude."

"That is my daughter and i want her to come home."

"She don't want to come home." Giselle walked out into he commotion. "Baby i told u to stay back in the bedroom."

"Baby? Only I can call her that."

"Daddy what are u doin?"

"Giselle baby please come home wit me. I'm sorry for what i did and said to u. I was wrong babygirl. i can't sleep or eat." Giselle looked at Hova for an answer on what to do.

"Daddy...."

"Giselle baby go back in the bedroom."

"AIN'T NOBODY TALKIN TO YO NIGGA! THAT'S MY DAUHGTER!"

"F'ck u nigga," Hova said cockin his gun along wit the other two men.

"Giselle," Matthew whined. "He doesn't love u baby. He only wants what we have. He wants what I have. He's plannin on takin over the entire operation from me. He's usin u."

"How am I-" Before he could finish talkin Matthew shot at him and landed two shots into his chest. Giselle ran over to him to help him but Matthew grabbed her up and ran out the door as she fought him cryin and screamin. The other two men stayed to finish the job.

When they got home, Giselle ran up to her room to call 9-1-1. Matthew kicked her door down and snatched the phone away from her. "He's dyin! He needs my help!"

"He's dead!" Matthew said leavin out of the room and lockin the door. Giselle used everythin she could to knock the door down. Every pair of high heeled shoe she used to pick at the door but she cried even harder when she realized their was nothin that she could do. She decided to jump out of her window. It was about twenty to thirty feet from the ground but she needed to get to Hova. She busted the window and got out scrapin her leg against some glass. She got onto the roof and somehow slid her way down to the ground. She ran as fast as she could to go save her man.