Beretta's World 2 by Diamond D. Johnson

Beretta's World 2 by Diamond D. Johnson

Author:Diamond D. Johnson [Johnson, Diamond D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-21T04:00:00+00:00


It was after ten, and my wife still wasn’t home. I was sick and tired of playing these childish ass fuckin’ games with Benelli, so when she was ready to bring her ass home, she knew how to get to this motha fucka. I ain’t know what the fuck was getting into me and Benelli, but lately, we just ain’t been seeing eye to eye. I found myself walking away from her a few times each day, just in an attempt to keep myself from putting my foot in her ass because all that slick talking that she liked to do was going to get her ass fucked up.

Never thought I would see the day that I would beef with my fuckin’ wife for working and wanting to provide for her and my kids. Benelli liked to stretch the truth like a motha fucka. She was telling people that all I do is work, I’m hardly home, and I be neglecting her, but I don’t think that’s the truth. Benelli was exaggerating and making our shit worse than it really was. My business was growing, and I had one of the biggest landscaping companies in Miami. I had my men out doing landscaping jobs at the Hardrock stadium, Marlin’s stadium, and other big venues. It was to the point that I didn’t have to cut another lawn a day in my life because I had men to handle that. Although that was the case, I was always in the office, handling business, trying to find ways to expand, and shit like that.

Could I have been home just a little bit more? Yeah, but damn, it ain’t as bad as Benelli made it seem. As a man, though, I understood that I had been stressing Benelli out lately. This evening, I found myself trying to right my wrongs and make my wife happy by doing something with her tonight, but these days, she had a way of answering me and shit like a nigga was bothering her, so I just snapped. That was a few hours ago, and I hadn’t talked to Benelli since. She was straight, though. She had her heat, and she knew how to bust that motha fucka if she needed to, so I wasn’t worried about anything happening to her.

I spent the night with my girls in the theater room, watching a movie. Neither of them could hang, so they ended up falling asleep during the movie, and over an our ago, I took them both to their rooms and laid them down. Now, I was out in the backyard sitting in the patio area, smoking on a fat ass blunt and waiting for my phone to chirp from the security cameras to alert me that my wife had made it home. I wasn’t the nigga who was going to blow her phone up and demand that she bring her ass home because either way it went, she knew she had to deal with a nigga when she walked through the door.



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