Loving Angel (13 page)

I accept his offer and took a leg from his plate.

“You’re eating like crazy,” Von teased. “Packing away two burgers plus two pieces of chicken, where the hell does the food go?”

“
Her tits and ass,” Trance leered at my aforementioned body parts causing me to throw my chicken bone at him connecting with his head. “Don’t kill a nigga now for telling the truth. Your rack is looking amazing today Angel. It’s looking mighty suck-able.”

Von gave him a glare that suggested he stopped with the comments and he
just smiled and gave a gesture of surrender in return.

“
I swear you’re some type of nasty,” I told him, wrinkling my nose.

“
I agree,” Daisy added. “Isn’t it a bit shiesty hitting on your friends girl every ten seconds?”

“
They ain’t together anymore, plus my boy knows I’m only joking.”

I
didn’t believe him and from the look on Von’s face I could tell he didn’t either. It was the first time he had seen his boy flirting with me so openly, usually Trance was more covert, and I could tell he didn’t like it one bit.

V
on leaned over and whispered, “You’re good?”

I nodded and smiled. I wasn
’t going to let Trance get to me.

“
I can’t believe you got this bitch up in my face!” a female voice screeched. It was Von’s baby mama Carla and her crew advancing on us like they were out for blood. I immediately jumped from my seat because I wasn’t going to let a bitch catch me sitting, and there were five of them and only three of us. Daisy stepped out of her shoes because they were mad high, while Keya’s crazy ass was brandishing a glass bottle.

“
I know your ass ain’t calling me bitch you punk ass hoe!” I yelled back, trying to get up in her face but Von pushed me behind him.

“
You’re really trying to do me like this!” She shouted at Von, pushing him in the chest. “Get out of the way and let me get at this hoe.”

“
Hoe? This bitch got a mouth on her because she’s with her friends,” I taunted. “The last time I saw you, your punk ass ran from the beat down I was gonna put on you!”

“
Why’re you acting like this Carla when you and I aren’t even together anymore?”

“
We’re not together and yet we were fucking last week?” she raged.

Our argument was drawing a crowd. Soon people were surrounding us waiting to see what was about to go down. But the guys from Von
’s crew were doing a good job at preventing the fight, until one of Carla’s friends threw a plastic cup of liquor at us and it spilled mostly onto Von, but some got on me. Before von could stop me I dodged around him and punched Carla in the nose because she was the closest target. I was rearing back for another hit, when Von grabbed me from behind and lifted me off the ground. I started kicking at her, while she tried to throw some baby punches at me. A guy pulled her away from me and Von pushed his way through the crowd with me in his arms leaving her screaming at our backs. He didn’t put me down until we got to his building despite my protest.

“
I wish we got to beat their fucking asses!” Keya yelled as she ran towards us. “I was so ready to pummel a bitch with this shit.” She still held the glass bottle. I had to laugh because I knew her crazy ass would have fucked someone up with it.

Daisy was barefoot with her shoe
s in her hand. “That bitch is down there bawling her ass off now because he left with you.”

“
How embarrassing,” I commented.

“
We should wait on their asses,” Keya suggested.

“
None of that now,” Von ordered. “Go home. Only a stupid bitch waste time fighting for a nigga.”

Keya glared at him.

He was so freaking right. And worse of all he wasn’t even my nigga. In the heat of the moment it didn’t matter that he wasn’t mine, the only thing that mattered was that some trick was trying to get into my face, but now with a clearer head I realized how low class this made me look. I convinced my girls to let it go and we left laughing at how stupid Carla must be feeling at the moment.

The following
evening I was sitting on the couch watching a movie and talking to Daisy on the phone when Tyga walked into the room with murder in his eyes and a belt in his hand. He snatched me off the sofa by the hair and started wailing on my backside. The phone fell from my hand and as I tried to protect my posterior, but it was to no avail. I was crying and begging him to stop, when his assault ceased as suddenly as it had started. I started backing away from him but he pinned me with a glare.

“
Be thankful you’re pregnant, because if you weren’t I would have fucked you up,” he seethed. “Just answer one question and if you lie, I’m going to know. Are you fucking that nigga you were fighting over yesterday?”

“
No!” I sobbed.

“
You don’t want to find out what I’ll do to you if you ever give away my pussy. If I ever hear you’re around that nigga again you aren’t gonna like it,” he fumed.

“
I didn’t, I swear.”

“
Don’t leave the apartment until I tell you to,” he ordered walking into the elevator.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

TYGA

I didn
’t go home or call that bitch for a week. She tried to call me repeatedly but I sent her straight to voicemail. I had a million text and voice messages asking where I was, if I was ok and please come home or call. I was beyond pissed; to have my boy Dwayne tell me he was at a barbeque and saw my shorty in a catfight over some other nigga had me seeing nothing but red. If I thought she was fucking that nigga I would have killed her and him too. But that shit was still disrespectful; she was pregnant with my baby and fighting with some trick over another cat.

I spent the week fucking a different bitch every night. Even had me some of that Cindy chick that worked in the V.I.P room at Excellence and had another go at that stripper Delicious who worked at Glitter. I
t was a party for me every day of the week. But after a week of that I was missing my girl like crazy and ain’t that some shit. Before I met her I thought going out every night and sleeping with a different chick everyday was the ultimate life. But now I couldn’t even enjoy that unless I had her to go home to at the end of the day.

The day I went home I found her curled up in bed sleeping. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen with all that thick black hair flowing all over the pillow and
her flawless golden caramel skin. I just stood there looking at her for a minute, feeling proud she belonged to me. I kicked off my shoes crawled in bed beside her and took her into my arms. She woke, looked up at me and started sobbing.

“
Shh,” I hushed her. “It’s ok Sexy.”

“
I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I thought you left me.”

“
Until death do we part,” I assured her, kissing away her salty tears. And it was true because I would never allow her to leave me and I would kill her if she ever betrayed me. “I love you.”

“
I love you too.” She kissed me. I deepened the kiss and our tongues began dancing in each other’s mouth. We lost our clothes and I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her ass in the air. I was feigning for the pussy after an entire week without it and couldn’t even bother with any damn foreplay. Luckily when I pushed into her fat slit she was dripping wet. I did nothing but pounding thrusts. I felt like a damn beast marking his territory. She was screaming and clawing the sheets and begging me not to stop. When I felt her clench my dick and cream all over me, I gave one last thrust and jetted inside her. Finally daddy was home.

A couple days later my boy
Lux called and let me know some nigga he knew had a feed on that snake Axel’s location. I’d been looking for that fool since the night of the drive by but he had pulled a Houdini on me. Turns out he’d been hiding out with some bitch he was fucking from The Bronx. I sent Lux to scope out the location and he discovered there were also three kids living in the crib, so that put a wrench in my plans. I wasn’t gonna run up in a house with kids in it. I would kill a bitch or a nigga within the blink of an eye, but I wasn’t a kid killer. I decided to wait until he left the house and then pick him up off the street.

It was three
a.m. and I was sitting in a van across the street from Axel’s hideaway with Delco, Lux and Dwayne, watching the nigga roll up the block in a black Impala. We had seen him leave earlier with his chick in the passenger’s side and decided to spring a surprise attack on them when they returned.

As soon as their car was parked in the driveway and they opened the car doors, Dwayne pulled up behind them
, blocking their car in. I jumped out the passenger side with my nine in my hand and put three shots in the head of Axel’s screaming fat bitch; couldn’t very well have her big ass waking the whole damn neighborhood. Axel tried to run but Delco ran his midget ass down, tackled him to the ground and pistol whipped the shit out of him for his effort. He was blubbering like a baby when we duct tape his ass and threw him in the back of the van.

We brough
t him to the crib we used for cleanup and bounded him to a chair. I sat before him and held the pliers I had in my hand close to his eyes so he could see I meant business. Delco was standing by with a bucket of ice water to throw on him if he passed out. I ripped the duct tape off his mouth and it started bleeding.

“
Why are you doing this to me nigga,” he questioned fearfully, tears running down his cheeks. “You even shot my bitch for no reason. She had nothing to do with us.”

“
You got her involved when you decided to crash at her crib,” I told him truthfully. “As to why I’m doing this to you? You already know and if you keep pretending I’m going to have to punish your ass for wasting my time.”

“
I didn’t have anything to do with that I swear to god,” he denied vehemently.

I
use the pliers to remove his right hand’s pinky nail and he screamed as even more tears streamed from his eyes.

“
That was just a warning,” I cautioned. “I know for a fact that you were involved in trying to kill me, otherwise you wouldn’t feel the need to run and hide. What I want to know is if my brother was involved.”

He opened his mouth as though he w
as about to offer another denial, but I waved it away.

“
You have nine more fingers, ten toes and thirty-two teeth; I can do this all night, it’s no skin off my back, so choose your words carefully.”

“
I’m sorry, ok. I know I won’t leave here alive so I’m not going to even prolong this shit. It was me; I hired some guys from Brooklyn to do it. You’re brother had nothing to do with it.”

“
Why did you try to kill me when we didn’t have any beef?”

“
Because when you became boss, shit changed. I was making less money because you’re always in the mix. A nigga couldn’t even shit without you holding his hand.”

I laughed.
“Am I to believe you tried killing me because you thought I was stopping your paper and my brother had nothing to do with it?”

“
It’s the truth,” Axel spat.

“
What do you think Delco?” I asked my boy.

“
There’s a fifty-fifty chance he’s telling the truth,” Delco replied.

“
I’m gonna die, I don’t have a reason to lie,” Axel pointed out.

“
You think that because you’re going to die I can’t exact retribution on you if I find out that you lied to me but you’re wrong. You’re going to leave behind your little shorties and other family members, when you ain’t around to pay, they will.” I would never carry out that threat but he didn’t know that.

“
Fuck you nigga,” he railed. “You’re an evil ass motherfucker and you’re gonna get what’s coming to you.”

I smiled.
“But not by you.” I pulled my Glock and put three shots in his head. “Call Biz and John to take care of the body,” I told Delco.

I still wasn
’t going to put my brother in the clear. The truth was I didn’t know what to believe. On the one hand I wanted to believe what Axel told me was the truth, because then I wouldn’t have to believe my own twin wanted to kill me; but on the other hand I didn’t want to buy his story and then find out he was lying and then it’s too late because my brother has a knife in my back. I decided I would leave it alone for now and just watch and wait, if the nigga really wanted me dead, he would definitely try again.

When I got home it was seven-twenty in the morning. Angel was sitting in bed with a pissed off look on her pretty face. I
’d never spent the night out before since I started kicking it with her. I would often come in late, but I always came home.