Based on a true story. She's been the object of his O.L.D. (Obsessive Love Disorder) since her birth. And now he's the object of hers. WARNING: Delontae aka Tae is VERY EXTREMELY dark and don't give a f**k about nothing or anyone but Aisha until he...
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DELONTAE'S POV
This bitch been clownin' on a nigga since Aisha's birthday. When she should know by now that I'm a cold, calculating ass nigga. And I see straight through my baby mama. She ain't shit.
"I need you to watch this bitch Armani. And I mean dat shit," I whisper in my boy Tarvin's ear about my baby mama. After he just whispered to me that she been sliding up to Miss Angela asking her how much money I spend paying Aisha and her daddy bills every month.
See, Angela is Aisha's daddy girlfriend. And I know Armani ain't doin' shit but trying to get information out of Angela about me and Aisha. I watch my baby mama when Tarvin backs up. Armani think she so slick. Well she ain't stoppin' my money. And I got big plans. That this bitch damn shol won't stop.
"Did you do what da fuck I said?" I ask this bitch.
"Yes Delontae, I did it. Just relax baby-"
"I ain't got time to relax, what she say?" I ask her about Aisha.
"Aisha on the way Delontae, just calm down baby," my mama dips in and tells me, because Armani starts that cryin' shit up. Mad cuz I sent for Aisha.
"Come on Armani, I'm aight, we good. What da fuck you cryin' about now?" I ask her.
"Nothin'," she tell me and shake her head. I breathe out.
"Gimme a minute ya'll, mama lemme holla at Armani right quick. Yo Tarvin, lemme know as soon as Aisha get here, you let me know, and then go handle dat other thang," I tell my boy. He nod and they all start leaving up out of my hospital room.
"We love you Tae," my baby sister say when she go out the door. I nod.
That nigga aimed for my head and his shit jammed, but I still took two shots: one in the side and one in the chest. The doc told me that the second bullet missed my heart by an inch, and I must be healthy as a damn bull and lucky as an Irishman.
Naw nigga, I'm just a Gee. And I'm gone kill dat lil nigga who shot me. I'm gettin' up out this bitch, today, with or without my doctor consent. And I'm gone kill dat lil' nigga Trent.
"What's up? A nigga alive and well, so what's wrong?" I ask my baby mama when the door to my hospital room finally shuts.
"Nothin, it's just been hard these past four days. Praying that you make it through the surgery, praying for you and our kids -- then all night long last night, listening to you talk outcho head," she say, wiping her eyes. Sneaky bitch. I watch her...
"What I say?" I ask her.
"Aisha." Armani tells me.... And I stare back at her.
"You sure? Come here," I say and stick my hand out to her.
