Chapter Twelve
-With You At Last-
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"She pulled a gun on you!"
"Mhmmm. First time too. She was insane...but I love that woman. We were so alike after that....., that I started to think she was my mother..."
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(Brianna's Pov)😋😋😋
"I can't believe you pulled a gun on–"
"Jacob shut up already! Before I pull the same damn gun on you and knock you upside yo head IN FRONT of ya girl" I snapped. ...this boy always whining😒
"Dyme what is your real name again?" I asked her.
"Diynara.." she answered, sitting across from me.
"Diynara, I'm sorry I pulled a gun on you. I just have an evil sense of humor, and I know that was pretty extreme. So I apologize. I just wanted to see how you would react but of course my son always ruins everything. But I wasn't going to shoot you dear, I actually like you. The real bitch I wanted to shoot was his ex...., the white one" I sat back and crossed my legs.
She laughed. "I think we all wanted pop shots on her. But after I whooped her ass, she fell back. She had no choice by the way she FELL BACK into the pavement that day"
"Oh shit. You got the chance to beat that bitch ass? You do look like you can hold your own. Where was Jay during all of this?"
"Defending that bitch..." Dyme gave Jay a look.
"Mm mm mm" I shook my head at him. "Boy go play with your son upstairs, I wanna get to know Dyme personally...and in private"
He sighed and took the little guy from her lap, taking him upstairs like I told him.
"Your baby is so cute by the way, and I like the name Warren. It sounds bad-ass, and trust me....my grandbaby is going to be one bad-ass motherfucka once he's older"
"Why is that?" She sat back, chuckling.
"Because I failed to make my own son bad-ass. Jacob is so damn soft it's a shame. He was like the black sheep out of the three...–him and Kaila actually. Adriana, my eldest daughter was the star child. She was tough as can get, just like me and their father always wanted. We only wanted our children to be hard because of the cartel; they were going to be the next heirs to the throne, especially Jacob. I'm still upset he didn't get more involved, but...kids don't always grow up the way you want them to. He had his own path...and I wasn't there enough for him after his father died. So I kind of blame myself for it..."
"I heard how his father's death really affected you. I'm so sorry for your loss.."
"Thank you, and yeah it was really hard on me. That was my baby. I still miss him til this day but it is what it is. Jacob didn't need to die like that. I was the one that deserved the bullet to the head that day. I started their beef anyways. You won't believe I got pregnant by the same guy that shot my husband, but that was when I was a stupid-ass teenager. Thinking fucking with thugs was the dream, but it ended up fucking me over and taking my dream to live happily ever after with my husband. But it's okay, I learned my lesson and Andre, his murderer....learned his. I killed that nigga myself, *laughs* he ain't in jail no more.....that nigga in the ground in some forrest in South Dakota. He took my pride and joy so I took his useless life. He was just jealous that I moved on..., but he ain't have to kill him. I remember when I confronted that bitch. He ain't have nothing to say. All he could say was sorry but that wasn't going to fix anything. It's funny how that fool was scared of me, when he used to be the top dog in the streets of Miami. I wasn't afraid but he damn sure was when Brianna Allen showed up hurt holding a knife and an assault rifle in my hands. I guess you can picture what happened next. But my question out of this....is would you do that for my son...?"
YOU ARE READING
Flaws and All
ChickLitHe sighed lowly to himself. "I love you too though" "You don't..." I replied. "Why don't you believe me?" "Because you screamed it to me Jay, right after we conceived our daughter. I will never forget that...." I looked at him with tears pouring dow...
