Still Can't Knock The Hustle [Finished]

Part 16- How I Met Your Father

"Mommy!" Jazzy yelled.

"What!" Diva yelled from her bedroom.

"Mommy!" He yelled again.

"Boy, what!" Diva yelled coming out her bathroom.

Jazzy was sitting on the bed smiling. He patted the spot next to him.

"Mommy, come sit." He said.

"Why? Did you do something in school?" She asked.

"No." He said. "I have a question."

"Okay." She said as she sat down. "What is it?"

"How did you and daddy meet?" He asked.

Diva looked at him wondering if she should tell him the story.

"You know what daddy used to do right?" She asked.

"He was a business man." He said.

"Do you know what that exactly means? Like what product did he sell?" She asked.

"Yeah, drugs and stuff." He said.

"Okay, well mommy used to do that too." She said.

"You used to sell drugs and stuff?" He asked.

"Yes, but not like daddy." She said.

"So how did you meet?" He asked.

"Well..."

*Flashback*

Diva's POV

I was in my room, like I've been for the past week. I'm recovering from a stabbing, I got caught in my shoulder blade. Chelle put me on rest for the week so I could recover faster.

I was messing with my lighter, I shouldn't be but no need to be afraid of a little fire. I heard my door bust open and grabbed my chrome 9mm and aimed it but it was only Killa.

She need to stop fucking playing, her brains almost got splattered.

"Damn, talk about paranoid." Killa said.

"Whatever, I'm just ready to get out this bed." I said putting my gun on my night stand.

Killa is my best friend, we been running the streets together since fifteen.

"I was thinking, tonight we should go out and party to celebrate you finally getting out this house." Killa said. "When Chelle coming back anyway?"

"She get out of class soon." I said. "That smart ass, can you believe she 'bout to graduate, I'm so proud." I said.

"Yeah, for real." Killa said. "She beat all odds like shit, I know she could get into medical school the way she be stitching us up and shit."

"Yeah." I said. "She need to take these damn stitches out my shoulder though."

"Calm down." Killa said. "But you wanna go out tonight? I mean, we pop some bottles, have everybody trying to figure how who the bad bitches are in VIP with the bottles flowing."

"That do sound nice." I said.

I was thinking about looking at the bitches faces when we walk up in there or the niggas eyes that's gonna pop out but they won't get no time of day.

"I'm with it." I said.

"Cool." Killa said.

"Cool with what? What's poppin?" Chelle asked coming through the door.

"Finally you walk your slow ass up in here." I said standing up. "Take these stitches out of me."

"First of all calm your ass down." Chelle said. "You know were the fuck I was at. Stop talking out the side of your neck."