Thug Misses 3

4.

Tevin Booker

Dealing with both Dean and Talia was more exhausting then dealing with Ivy, and I now felt like I had three damn kids to deal with. On top of that, I was dealing with my own shit with Syd and my plate was completely full at the moment.

"What the hell are we doing out here so damn late?" Zell asked, flashing his flashlight in my face. It was a little after 2am, which was the perfect time for me and Zell to do what we came to do without getting caught.

"Nigga move that shit out my face and let's start digging!" I said, handing him a shovel.

"Digging? Digging up what?"

"Not what. Who." 

"Nigga what?" He exclaimed.

"You heard me right, fool. We digging up Sam's body and delivering it to his sister, so we can get ahold of both her and Jocelyn." I explained to him. 

"That's gruesome as hell, dawg." He grumbled. "Why can't we get the worker hoes to do it?"

"Because nobody knows we did this, besides you, Dean, Talia, Syd, and myself. Well...Sam too, but he doesn't count. His ass is dead and gone."

"Stop with the sick and twisted jokes, Tev. Come on and let's dig this fool up!" Zell huffed. As much as he didn't want to do this, I knew my nigga would help me no matter what. But now that I was thinking about it...Dean's ass should've been out here with us! Instead, his ass at home sulking and crying over my damn sister! Hell, he made this bed, therefore he should've been the one digging up this grave.

"So you know that girl, Malika, that I was fucking around with a long time ago?" Zell asked me, making conversation while we were digging.

"Yeah, I remember her. The brown skinned cutie with the fat ass right?"

"Yeah, that's her. So tell me why she come calling me earlier, talking bout I need to come take a DNA test for her eight month old son. Eight fucking months man! I was like bitch...who else yo hoe ass been fucking? She gon say that she was fucking me while she had a whole nigga at home, but he ain't the daddy!" He exclaimed. I had to stop digging for a split second, so I could catch my breath and laugh.

"Eight months? I mean damn, she should've been hit you up!" I laughed.

"Right! Now I gotta go give up a swab sample so I can see if this lil nigga is my kid, and if he is...ima knock that hoe out! Making me miss out on eight months of my son's life."

"Look at you man. Already sounding like a devoted father." I joked. "What's the lil boy's name?

"Fuck you, Tevin!" He spat. "And his name is Gabriel or some bullshit like that."

"Aw, that ain't bad. Well...if he is your son, then he can come play with Ivy and Bella during their play dates, or whatever the hell Talia calls them. But check this out...when they get older, Lil Gabe better stay away from my daughter and niece. I don't wanna have to hurt my lil God son." I said, being all the way serious.

"Man how you just gon promote yourself to Godfather of my unknown child?" He questioned, laughing.

"Because you're Ivy's godfather, which makes it only fair that I'd be Gabriel's godfather."

"Aight, you got me there, but we won't know for sure until I take this damn test and the results come back." He said.

By the time we finally dug up Sam's body, it was a little after three thirty and we were both dirty and exhausted.

"I'm glad we wrapped his body up in trash bags." Zell said, as we lifted him up out of the hole.

"What you said!" I agreed. We rolled his body up in a carpet and tossed his ass in the trunk, making sure we left the windows down so we wouldn't have to smell his funky dead body. "Aight, let's get the hell out of here." We threw our shovels in the trunk and slammed it closed, hoping in the car and pulling off.

*

The next day, I woke up in the mid-afternoon, not even wanting to get out of the damn bed. Checking my phone, I had thirteen missed calls. Four from Dean, five from Talia, two from Jackie,  one from Zell, and one from Syd.

Guess who I decided to call back first?

"Hello?"

"What's up, you call?" I grumbled.

"Yeah, have you been sleeping this entire time?" Syd asked me.

"Yeah. Me and Zell were out late handling some business."

"Oh, well can I come over? Or are you not home alone?" She asked.

"I mean...I'm here alone, but is you coming over here to chill, or you tryna get some of this dick?" I asked her.

"A little bit of both." See...I didn't mind hanging out with Syd and fucking her on the regular, but I didn't like the fact that she was basically using me. I mean damn, either we together or we're not. Hell, I wish she'd just be straight up with me.

"Yeah that's cool, but we need to talk too." I told her.

"Talk about what?"

"Us. Look Syd, I don't mind dropping this dick off up in you whenever you want it, but you not about to sit here and use me like this."

"Use you? How am I using you? By fucking you whenever I want? Would you rather me go fuck someone else?" She asked.

"Don't make me come kill you man.,"

"I'm just saying. You don't want me with anyone else, but you're sitting here whining and complaining about me so called using you for a nut." She snapped. Was she trying to play me for a weak nigga or something? Aw hell naw.

"You know what? Do you then shawty. I'm tired of playing these weak, childish ass games with you. It's obvious that you don't want the same things I want, therefore...you can finally go out and do you. I won't stop you, nor will I stand in your way." I told her.

"Tevin seriously?" She began, but I cut her off.

"I gotta go. I hope you find a nigga that will be a better man to you then I was." And with that, I hung up in her face and tossed my phone on the nightstand. Now this could go one or two ways. She could actually take what I said to heart, and actually go out and find her a new man, or...she'll think about the shit I said and come to her senses real quick. I guess we'll have to wait and see.