The Santiago Cartel

Twenty.Two

(Recap)

"Damn Ang, this nigga letting a young insecure bitch mother your child. The fuck wrong with this picture?" a voice stated, while chuckling behind it.

Lani

I was about to turn around, but then I remembered I had Izzy- and I refused to let that Slauson side of me come out. That crack a bottle over a bitch head Slauson was still in me no matter how many runways I walked.

I focused my eyes on Scar, and arched my brow. However, if looks could kill Ang and this other female would be dead. Casket sharp bitches.

Scar

I hadn't seen this bitch in three years, and here she comes after two years trying to be mommy dearest. I couldn't stand Treasure metal mouth ass. Angela and Treasure were first cousins, but Ang only had mouth when she was with Ang. They were both gorgeous, but their personas made them ugly as fuck.

"Treasure don't come at my wife like that. You don't know shit about her, and besides she's done more shit for Isabelle than Ang ever will." I stated, while trying to calm myself down.

I knew this was about to get ugly, so I just looked at Lani, and she nodded her head- and walked off.

"Let's take this outside for a moment" I stated, while walking ahead of them.

"I'm staying to make sure this bitch don't touch my little cousin." Treasure semi yelled, while popping her mouth.

"Nah, you bring your tin can ass on to. My daughter is, and has been in good fucking care for almost a year now. The fawk you mean?" I questioned, while continuing to make my way to the exit.

We walked over to a secluded area of the mall, but not too far from Crazy 8.

Once we stopped I asked one simple question.

"The fuck you back for Angela?" I hissed, while glaring at her and Treasure.

"Nigga, don't be talking to my cousin like she some hoe!" Treasure chimed in, while rolling her eyes.

"Why the fuck your bopping ass keep talking? What me, and Ang have going on ain't got shit to do with Treasure fucking Monroe. Do me a favor and take your ass on." I spat, while turning my back towards her.

As soon as I turned around she punched the shit out of me in my back. I turned around, but Ang jumped in between us.

Angela

I knew her stupid ass was going to pull that shit. I know she knows that she not playing with any of them fuck boys she used to dating. I pushed her back.

"Go play somewhere- I will be fine T. Chill out boo." I replied, with a small smile. She nodded and walked off.

"I apologize for her rudeness Scar." I murmured, while looking around.

"Okay, well you still not answering my question Angela." Scar stated, while looking impatient.

"Well I'm married, and I'm ready to take care of my responsibilities as a mother Scar. You have to allow me that Scar." I replied, while glaring at him.

"The fuck? I don't have to allow you shit! You left us high and dry, you left her on my fucking door step, you said no to my proposal to pursue a fucking stripper career. Never in your life should you get that shit twisted." he shouted, while his face flushed red.

I could see the hurt and pain, but resentment and hatred was what I felt the most radiating off of him.

"I wasn't even fully grown yet Scar. I wasn't sure about anything at that point. I just knew that keeping her would be hard on me." I murmured, while playing with my nails.