Loving Angel (16 page)

It was the first week of December and there was snow outside or should I say black slush. The temperatures were in the low thirties today and there were nasty wind chills. Daisy and I were doing a little early holiday shopping and everywhere we went the stores and people were in a real festive mood, while I was in the mood to be in my warm bed with a bowl of hot soup. I wasn’t really feeling well, I thought I might be coming down with the flu, but my girl needed a little pick me up shopping trip and I couldn’t deny her; not with all she’d been through lately. Keya was supposed to come with us, but it appeared she had whatever I was coming down with.

In appreciation for
my sacrifice Daisy took me to a Jamaican restaurant in East Harlem we discovered for their delicious stew peas soup. We were sitting at our table enjoying our meal; I was on my second bowl, when I saw Daisy’s eyes riveted to something behind me. I turned to see what had caught her attention and my eyes met a pair of Asian looking eyes, attached to a brother that defined the word fly. He was approximately six-one, with neat shoulder length dreads, caramel complexion, angular face, medium sized straight nose, and some thick sexy pink lips. His face wasn’t the only thing on point. He was wearing a close fitted black cashmere sweater that showed off his flat abs and defined biceps.

I realized I was staring and whipped my head forward.
“Wow,” I mouthed to Daisy.

“
My thoughts exactly,” she agreed chuckling. “My tongue’s rolling out my mouth salivating at the nigga.”

“
You better not look at someone else like that in front Delco,” I joked.

“
Delco sure ain’t my man,” she informed me. They were still fucking around but apparently he wasn’t in the mindset for a relationship. “Besides, I wasn’t the only one checking out Mr. Fine, I saw you peeping him too.”

“
Damn right I was,” I confessed. “I can always look, after all I’m not blind, but I know not to touch.”

“
Oh shit,” Daisy whispered excitedly. “He’s coming over.”

I peeked over my shoulder discreetly and sure enough he was making a beeline for our table.

“Hello ladies,” he said with a slight Jamaican accent. “How are your meals?”

“
It’s great,” Daisy and I rushed in unison, eliciting a chuckle from Mr. Fine. We laughed in return.

“
Can I get you ladies anything else,” he inquired politely.

“
I’m good for now,” Daisy answered with a smile.

He l
ooked to me. “I’m good too. Who are you, the host or the chef?” I inquired teasingly. He didn’t appear to be either in his casual expensive attire and he was sporting a Rolex with so many diamonds it could blind someone under sunlight.

“
My name is Kitsune, but everyone calls me Kit. I’m part owner of this establishment and my sister is co-owner and head chef,” he informed us. That accent of his was damn sexy as hell and could do dangerous things to a sister if she allowed it. He was talking to both of us, but looking mostly at me. I could tell he had some interest in me.

“
Nice to meet you Kit, I’m Daisy,” my cousin introduced. “And this is my cousin Angel.”

“
Send my compliments to your sister, this soup is the bomb,” I praised.

“
We have other delicious dishes on the menu. How about you allow me to treat you to one of them sometime,” he offered with a sexy smirk.

“
Thanks for the offer, but I’m in a relationship,” I declined politely with a smile. If I didn’t have my bay, I would be all over him. He was the first brother I met that I felt an instant attraction to, besides Tyga.

“
Word,” he chuckled. “I knew you had to be taken. The gorgeous ones always are. If you and your man ever quit it, give me a call.” He gave me a business card with his name and number.

“
Ok,” I replied, giving him another polite smile. I knew I wasn’t going to call him, but he didn’t have to know that yet.

“
It was nice meeting you ladies. Hope to hear from you Angel.” He winked at me and walked away.

“
Is your panty wet?” Daisy fanned herself. “Because mine is and I wasn’t the one he was sending all those heated looks.

I giggled.
“Girl you’re all types of crazy.”

We finished our meal without further interruptions. When we were ready for the check we discovered our meal was on the house compliments of Mr. Fine ass Kitsune.

Outside it had started snowing and we had to make a run for the car. Not an easy task in three inch heeled boots.

“
Please turn the heat all the way up,” I begged Daisy as soon as she started the car. I turned all the air vents in my direction.

“
Calm down, it’s going to take a minute to warm up,” she advised as she reversed from her parking space and pulled out the lot.

We were driving through my old neighborhood when I
thought I spotted Von’s car in front of my Aunt’s house.

“
Stop!” I ordered Daisy. “I just spotted Von’s car in front your house.”

“
Are you sure?” she questioned, as she reversed. I nodded and sure enough it was his car; a candle apple red SLK-Benz with the vanity plate reading: BALLER. “What’s he doing here?” She double parked and we got out.

The snow was coming down in flurries as we made our way up the steps of the brownstone.
“You’ve got your key?”

“
Yes.” She opened the door and flicked on the hallway light.

As we walked through the living room, up the stairs and towards the bedrooms my mind was working a mile a minute. A thousand thoughts went through it but yet I couldn
’t seize a single one at the sound of moaning and groaning coming from Keya’s room. I felt like I was on pause after a very long fast-forward as I eased the door open and saw my cousin/best friend kneeling before my ex with his dick in her mouth. He was standing in the middle of the room with a look of rupture on his face, while I was standing in the doorway with my jaw on the floor.

“
Oh hell to the nah!” I exclaimed, coming out my daze and alerting them to our presence. Von snatched up his clothes and started getting dressed like he was in a race for his very life, but Keya just stood there in all her naked glory with a defiant look on her face.

“
I’m sorry Angel,” he apologized. But I didn’t even look at him; I only had eyes for Keya. He was my ex and didn’t owe me anything. It would have been nice if he had some loyalty to me, but I wasn’t expecting it.

“
Bitch you’re gonna do me like this?” I shouted at her. My fucking heart was breaking and she was standing there like she didn’t even give a fuck. I might have not cared what Von did but Keya was my blood, my best friend, we might as well have been sisters I thought we were so close. My phone was ringing but I didn’t even bother looking at it.

“
Do you like what bitch?” she shrugged nonchalantly. “You know you didn’t care for this nigga.”

“
Are you for real?” Daisy interjected heatedly. She was standing beside me looking dazed also.

She sucked her teeth
at Daisy. “I knew you’d take her side. It’s like you’re her yes-bitch.”

“
Are you listening to the words that are coming out of your mouth? Do you realize how you’re acting?” Daisy seethed.

“
She really doesn’t care,” I realized.

“
Why should I care? What’s the big deal? He’s not your nigga. You two didn’t even fuck.”

“
You know what?” I asked calmly; but it was more like calm before a storm. “You’re absolutely right. He’s not my nigga, but you were supposed to be my friend, my cousin, my blood. You don’t fuck a nigga you know your friend had fucked with previously, especially if you knew said friend had feelings for that nigga at one point.”

“
You had so many feelings for him and yet you’re pregnant by someone else right now?” she spat. “You just love feeling like you have all the niggas on a hook and you can reel one in whenever you feel like it.”

“
Fuck you Keya!” I raged. “You ain’t nothing but a nasty ass jealous hater type bitch. That’s why you fucked Von and that’s why you were trying to fuck Tyga, because you want to be me.”

“
Trick please, ain’t nobody wanted to fuck your man. If I wanted him I could have had him.”

I
laughed because she was such a fucking joke. I wasn’t even going to argue with her anymore. It was like wasting my time. She obviously didn’t care if she hurt me, so I wasn’t going to allow her to. If I wasn’t five months pregnant I would have kicked her ass. “Let’s get out of here Daisy,” I told my cousin as I walked out the door.

We walked outside and I was happy the car was still there because
I had forgotten Daisy had double parked in our haste. I turned the heat up as soon as I got in. I was chilled physically and emotionally. My phone rang again as Daisy pulled off. It was some number I didn’t recognize.

“
Hello?” I answered.

“
Is this Angel?” a female voice questioned.

“
Yes this is she, who is this?” I had a lot of attitude in my voice because I thought it was some chick calling to argue with me or something.

“
I’m calling from the Harlem Hospital Center, we have your mother here and she had a miscarriage.”

I felt like I just had the wind knocked out of me, how much wor
se could my day get. “Is she ok?” I voice sounded choked up with unshed tears. My level of fear was just about off the charts. I was sure I couldn’t take anymore.

“
She’s going to be fine now, but she lost the baby. She is currently in recovery. She gave me your number to call you.”

“
Thank you so much. I’m on my way there.” I hung up and related what she told me to Daisy.

We headed for the hospital
and were there in twenty minutes. After asking a few directions, and a stop at the front desk, we were finally at my mother’s room. She was lying on the bed in one of those stupid hospital gowns looking into space. She just looked so fucking lost and my heart was breaking.

“
Mina,” I whispered her name on a sob. She looked towards me as I hurried across the room and threw my arms around her and we broke down crying all over each other. “What happened?” I asked her once our crying had subsided to occasional sniffles.

“
I was feeling cramping in my belly and lower back all night but I didn’t think anything of it. When I woke in the morning it had turned into an awful shooting pain and there was blood all over the sheets,” she explained. Her voice sounded so sad. “So Boss drove me here.”

“
You’ve been here since this morning.” I thought she had just come in. she had been there all day and didn’t call me before. I wanted to know why, but I knew it wasn’t the time for my hurt feelings. “Where’s Boss?”

“
He had some business to take care of.”

I felt so bad for her. I knew how much she wanted the baby. I could tell the loss was breaking her heart. I felt as though it was the worse day of my life. First I caught my best friend having sex wit
h my ex and then my mother lost her baby. I lost two people in one day. Mina was kept overnight to ensure she wasn’t hemorrhaging and then released. I spent the first three days after her release at her house. But after the third day she said she needed some time to herself. I gave her space because I had a feeling it was hard for her to see me all the time because I was pregnant and she had just lost her baby. I would have probably felt the same in her position. I called her every day to see how she was doing and was just holding my breath and hoping that sometime soon she would come out of her depression.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TYGA

There was a war brewing in the streets. I had two sets of niggas gunning for me. The crew members of those stickup boys we killed for jacking our product found out we bodied their pot’nahs and were now trying to get back at us. They were always trying to tail members from our operation to our product houses. Twice they tried jacking some members in my brother’s crew and were unsuccessful; the last time lead to a shootout but no deaths. I assigned some of my cousin EJ’s soldiers to the area for backup and one of them got shot causing my cousin to retaliate. He killed two of those boys and now they were so pissed I knew they had murder on their minds, but I wasn’t too worried about them little niggas, I was about to clean up shop on them, I had a much bigger problem on my hands. Turns out that list of weed customers I bought from the cat I met in the pen belonged to a shotta name Kitsune.

Kitsune i
s a half Japanese, half Jamaican Hustler who had the weed game on lock in New York, New jersey and Pennsylvania. He pushed thousands of pounds of that shit each month. If you wanted some good weed, you checked someone from his crew. I knew I would be messing with his turf when I started selling weed, but I didn’t know I would be stepping on his toes.