Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug 2 by K'Aliyah Knight

Author:K'Aliyah Knight [Knight, K'Aliyah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B01526M086
Publisher: Shan Presents
Published: 2015-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 61

POPEYE.

My eyes open to pitch black night. Going at it blind, I reach for my gat on the bedside table. Before I can cock the hammer, Blu’s psychotic ass is saying, “So you still gon’ leave tomorrow?”

“Man,” I sit up, yawn and think twice before putting my gun back down.

My wife has pulled up the chair by the door, looking like she’s been posted here for a cool minute. Shit ain’t no telling how long Blu has been quietly watching me. I’m a hundred percent certain I had locked the muthafuckin’ door before going to bed.

“So you’re just done?” she asks unexpectedly.

“Yeah ma,” I yawn again.

“You could give a fuck about me?” Blu murmurs.

“Blu, if you need me, I'm here. Let’s not even go into how long I’ve been tryna be that type of man for you instead of a typical ass nigga,” shrugging I add, “So I’ma step off. I'm done being a lame over yo’ ass.”

“A lame?” She leans back, folds her arm. Even with that mean mug, you tell me why I'm still attracted to Blu’s sexy face?

“Yup. I didn't save you. Can't apologize for that shit no more ma.”

She mumbles something.

“Girl, speak yo’ peace so I can go back to bed.”

“Don't nobody won't or need no damn apology,” she snaps.

I start to lie back down.

“So this is the end of us?”

Is this trick out of her mind? “Blu, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“Nothing! Just take your punk ass home. Go, but you can't have my kid.”

“Okay ma. You always want to make shit hard. I'll get a lawyer and we can have them chat for us. Do it like… white people do. You won't ever have to speak to me, won’t have to see me again. But know this, I’ma always be in touch with my son.”

“But you ain't gon’ fight for Phillip?” She stands up wide-legged like this means war.

I chuckle, knowing she wants an argument. The words coming out of her mouth don’t even make sense. “Good night, my pretty, insecure, dumb Blu.”

“Good night, Mr. Limp Dick… won't fight for your own. Want to get a lawyer to do your work huh? You a scary ass no good nigga!”

Man this girl won't even let me retreat inside of my head. She gets louder and louder. I get ready to tell her Phillip is going to wake up, but he in the main house sleep in front of a television with his cuzzo, Lorenzo Junior.

“Popeye, you can't do shit. Can't keep a woman. Last bitch was telling my son that I wasn't shit and you too stupid to know. Because you was running around being dumb off the pussy. You wasn’t a good daddy! You wasn't shit.”

She continues to pop off at the mouth, but doesn’t notice till I’m up in her face. My hand grips Blu’s long ponytail. “Mommi come again? What kinda nigga am I?” I pull so hard that her neck is straining and she can barely speak.

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