Loving Angel (26 page)

He slammed his palms against the steering wheel.
“How many times do I have to say it? It was only a lap dance. I wasn’t doing anything with her and I sure as hell haven’t fucked her, tried to fuck her or is going to fuck her.” he was throwing off angry sparks.

“
So why were you acting all familiar with her?” I knew what I saw and the two of them were acting as if they were buds and buddies. As if they had done that shit a hundred times before: The way he was grabbing her hair and whispering in her ear, the way she was giggling at what he was saying. I knew it wasn’t my damn imagination, there was something more there.

“
I’m her boss, she’s my employee, that’s the extent of our relationship,” he sighed. “I’m not going to argue with you anymore. Look how you’ve got my son out in all this damn rain.”

I didn
’t reply. I knew his ass was lying but once again I couldn’t prove it. Maybe if I hadn’t beat the stripper’s ass she would be willing to talk with me, but now I was certain she would be running in the other direction when she saw me. Let the nigga think he won, but there would come I time when I would have irrefutable proof he was a liar and a cheater. I didn’t know what I would do when the time came, but what I did know was it wasn’t going to be anything lovely.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

TYGA

My girl was mad as hell at me and was giving me the cold shoulder. I wasn’t getting any pussy at home and all the flowers and gifts weren’t doing shit in making it happen. Turns out going a week sleeping beside a bitch you knew had the best pussy you ever had between her legs and wouldn’t give it up to you could really fuck up a nigga’s mood, so when Ronny called and told me someone jacked one of my weed trucks, I was beyond livid.

“
What happened?” I asked him. He had dropped by to discuss the robbery while Delco and I were hanging in my Pop’s den or should I say my den, since it was now my house.

“
The second truck got jacked last night close to the drop off point. They killed the two niggas in it and left their bodies on the side of the road and someone found them and called the police. The thieves drove the truck a couple miles before they unloaded to their own vehicle and left it behind.”  Ronny explained. I didn’t like that the police were now investigating murders near one of my stash houses. Whoever was responsible for this shit was going to suffer before I put some bullets in them just for bringing the pigs close to my shit.

“
You questioned the two niggas on the first truck?” We were bringing in two thousand pounds of weed; a thousand pounds on each truck.

“
Yeah and I really don’t think they had anything to do with it; both of them have been in the game for almost ten years each; Never had a problem with either of them before.” I trusted Ronny’s judgment, so if he believed they didn’t have anything to do with the robbery the chances were good that they were innocent.

“
Who else knew about the drop-off route and time?”

“
All the lieutenants and the four guys who were working the trucks.” That meant that if two of the trucks guys were dead and the other two were innocent that only left the lieutenants as possible suspects and I didn’t even want to think that someone from my inner circle could have betrayed me. But the fact is most of the time when a nigga got fucked it is someone on the inside.

“It could be one of the dead guys, not because they’re dead means they’re innocent,” Delco advised. “They could have gotten double-crossed or anyone who knew the schedule could have made it slip that there was a drop that night and not realize they were fucking up. Plus what about that nigga Kitsune, he was using two of our trucks earlier or those stick-up boys; some of them got away and they were trying to find our stash house before.” That’s what I loved about my boy; he looked at all the angles before he made his conclusions.

“
A lot of possibly suspects to look into,” Ronny commented. He was the one responsible for investigating this shit since he was in charge of the weed operation.

Wherever the evidence led I knew someone on the inside would be involved. Even if it
was Kitsune or the stick-up boys they would still need someone on the inside’s help to get the job done. “Keep your ears to the ground for anyone selling large quantities of weed. I don’t think they’ll sell in-state but you never know some fools are just too dumb or too damn cocky.”

Someone
was trying to piss me off and was now going to get three bullets to the brain. The problem was I didn’t know who the motherfucker was so first I had to figure their identity. I had some suspects on my list but no hard evidence and if you were going to kill a nigga you wanted to ensure you got the right one.

When R
onny left Delco and I got back to hanging; we had some Ciroc and lemonade and smoked a blunt. I was trying to relax because I was feeling stressed both on the home and business front.

“
Your girl is still pissed at you?” Delco asked. He was lying back on the couch with his eyes looking glassy as a mother fucker.

“
I swear if she doesn’t give me some pussy tonight I’m gonna just take that shit.” I was only half joking. I would never rape my woman or any other woman for that matter, but I was feeling so damn backed up I wasn’t against a forced seduction.

“
Why don’t you go out and get you some from one of the bitches you have on the side?”

“
My woman is already pissed enough, if I get caught now she’ll probably leave me.” I took a toke from the blunt and blew the smoke in the air. “Plus these bitches seem to be getting too caught up in a nigga although I told them the deal from the beginning. First I got Cindy trying to mean mug my woman in the club a few months ago, now I have Delicious and her stupid ass self trying to talk shit to my girl instead of keeping her mouth shut and stepping off like a good side piece knows she should.”

“
So what are you trying to say, you’re becoming a one woman man now?” he chuckled. I knew he thought that shit was impossibly and maybe it was, but I was trying to cool off them other bitches for a minute and focus on my relationship.

I gave him the bird.
“I can be faithful to my woman if I want to. It’s not like I’m some type of animal.”

“
Just half.” We both laughed.

“
What’re you two laughing about?” Angel asked as she entered the room.

“
Sexy, you know you aren’t allowed in the inner sanctum,” I complained teasingly as I pulled her onto my lap against her will. My dick got hard immediately. I was a little high and a little drunk and very aroused apparently.

“
If I’m not allowed down here why don’t you let me go so I can get out of your hair? I just came down to give you the baby monitor and let you know Daisy and I are going shopping.” She was squirming around trying to get away and that shit was turning me on even more.

“
Break a nigga off before you leave,” I whispered pleadingly. I was desperate enough to beg, but not enough to let my homeboy hear me doing that shit.

She gave me a look that said I s
hould dream on. “Let me go Tyga.” Yup, she was still pissed because I was Tyga and not bay. I let her up and she dropped the baby monitor in my lap.

“
I’ll be back in about three hours,” she informed me while walking away. She waved goodbye to my boy. “I’ll see you later Delco.”

“
See you later Angel,” he replied. As soon as she was out of earshot he was laughing at me. “Damn nigga I can see what you’re talking about. She’s mad as hell at your ugly mug. You need to take a page from my book, look how I got Daisy faithful to me and I can run around with her knowledge and she can’t do shit about it.”

I gave him another bird.
“The difference between your situation and mine is that I love my woman so I could never do something like that to her.”

“
Who said I don’t love Daisy?” he asked indignantly. I knew that clown too damn well so I knew he was just pulling my leg.

“
I know you don’t. I know you still love Maria and you’re waiting on her.” Maria was his girlfriend who was in prison doing a three year bid for drug possession. It was Delco’s drugs but she took the rap for him. True ride or die chick.

“
Word, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have love for Daisy and if I didn’t have Maria I would have given her a chance. But my girl went to prison for me, what type of nigga would I be if I replaced her?” I understood what he was saying.

“
Does Daisy know about Maria?”

“
Hell nah,” he replied vehemently.  “I have no intention in telling her. I know it would just hurt her and plus she would be pissed.”

I laughed at him.
“I guess I’m not the only one who needs to keep his skeletons in the closet or end up in the dog house.” He gave me the bird and I laughed even harder.

Later that day I got a call from an officer at a precinct in Harlem to pick my brother up at the police station. He was not only being truant but also got caught jumping a turnstile, while he was ditching school
. I was royally pissed. Of all the things to get locked up for, he had to get caught trying to get on the train platform without paying his fare.

We were in the car on our way home from the station. I hadn
’t said a word to him yet because I was so angry and was afraid I would end up punching his lights out if he said the wrong thing. But I thought it was time to say something since I figured he was safe from my fist while I was driving and had my three month old son in the back of the car.

“
You’ve got to be the dumbest nigga I know.”

“
Whatever.” Recently that had become his favorite response.

“
You really don’t see that you’re acting like a little punk do you? You’re running around with those dumb niggas that only share one brain cell amongst all of them, riding around in stolen cars, and now ditching school and jumping turnstiles.” I shook my head sadly. “You think acting like a fool will bring Pops back, ain’t shit you do is going to bring him back, all it’s gonna do is fuck your life.”

“
I’m not even trying to hear all of that shit,” he growled, trying to burn a hole through the side of my head with his stare.

“
What are you trying to do? You think you can shut me up?” I chuckled mockingly. “Keep trying to fuck your life up and you won’t even have to come at me; I’ll beat the shit out of you and take you down a peg.” I cut him a quick glare before focusing back on the road. He knew I wasn’t fucking around so he kept his mouth shut and sat back in a huff. I started laying down the new laws under the Tyga regime. “You’re grounded. You go to school and straight home afterwards, no more hanging in Harlem like you don’t have a life and no more going out on weekends.”

“
Are you fucking serious?” he asked disbelievingly.

“
Yeah nigga I’m fucking serious,” I affirmed. “Break the rules and you’ll find out just how serious I can be. I’m tired of you and this bullshit new attitude you’ve got. Everybody’s hurting like you, but you don’t see us going around acting like an asshole.”

“
How long do I have to go through this shit?” I could hear the defeat in his voice.

“
A month.” That’s how long Pops used to ground me for when I was younger and messed up. He used to say it gave me just enough time to feel the consequences of my actions and make me not want to get in trouble the next time.

I didn
’t want to let my Pops down by not doing right by my brother, but it was getting harder and harder to control that nigga. I knew he was just acting out because of the death of our father and I was trying to be understanding of that and be there for him, but I knew there was gonna come a time when he was going to do something stupid and not even I would be able to help him out of it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

ANGEL

Daisy and I went to the park to watch a basketball game.
It was a last minute thing because I knew there was gonna be a bunch of hater bitches there I didn’t want to see, namely Keya,  but then I changed my mind and said fuck it, I wasn’t trying to let them run my show. Fortunately Aunt Missy wasn’t working so we got her to watch Kiki and Ricky.

I was
wearing dark blue Raven Denim shorts, a white Juicy Couture T-shirt with the word Juicy embellished in rhinestones on the front, and a pair of Gucci GG fabric sneakers, and a GG fabric Gucci hobo. I had my hair done in a French braid and wore large diamond hoop earrings, the charm bracelet my Bay bought me and a necklace he got the other day after I caught him with the stripper. I was looking fine as hell and as Daisy and I walked by niggas were trying to get at us like they were ravenous.

We made our way to the fr
ont of the court and some dudes that were trying to get some play gave up their seats to us, only to find out it wasn’t happening. Von was on the court schooling the other players and looking like he was a professional as usual.