The Wrong Side Of Love: A Hood Love Story by Charmanie Saquea

Author:Charmanie Saquea [Saquea, Charmanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Pleasure Principle Publications
Published: 2015-06-02T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jayliah had just finished washing the breakfast dishes when she heard a car pull up. Before she could move to see who it was, Quaid happily bounced in the kitchen dressed and ready to go.

“Mom, I’m gone.”

“Gone where and with who?” she asked just as Quadir walked past.

“With Riq, I’m hanging with him and Uncle Zeek today,” Quaid said as he tried to rush to the door.

“Wait,” she said stopping him. “When were you going to ask me if it was okay?” she questioned him.

It wasn’t that Jayliah had a problem with Quaid hanging with Tariq or Zeek, she just wanted her son to get in the habit of asking her permission to do things instead of just assuming she would let him do it.

“Riq said you said it was okay,” Quaid said like he was confused.

“Humph,” was all she said.

“Well, it ain’t and you’re not going so you can go right back on up them stairs,” Quadir spat as he marched for the living room.

“Mom,” Quaid whined.

“Ignore him and let’s go.” Jayliah rolled her eyes as she walked her son to the door.

“You heard what the fuck I said,” Quadir said as he jumped up.

Ignoring him, Jayliah continued to walk outside with Quaid. Due to his tinted windows, she couldn’t see Tariq but she could tell he was staring a hole right into her and knowing him, he probably had a look of disgust on his face.

“Be goo—What the fuck!” Jayliah yelled as she was pulled back by her hair.

“When I say some shit, you better fucking listen!” Quadir said through gritted teeth.

“Dad, let her go! What are you doing?” Quaid yelled.

“Do we have a problem?” Tariq asked as he and Zeek got out of the car, guns cocked and at their side.

Even though he and Jayliah weren’t together, it didn’t mean that his love for her was gone or that he was going to sit back and watch anther nigga disrespect her, baby daddy or not.

“Quaid, get in the car, nephew,” Zeek told him.

Not having to be told twice, Quaid rushed to the car and got in, locking the door. Tariq wasn’t worried about him because if shit did just so happen to pop off out here, Quaid would be alright because his car was completely bulletproof. From the tires to the windows.

“Now, if I were you, I would take your hands off of her and go back in the house to mind your business,” Zeek told Quadir.

“This my bitch, and whatever goes on between us don’t have shit to do with nobody else,” Quadir seethed.

“I’m nobody’s bitch. Let my hair go, Quadir!” Jayliah yelled as she tried to get him to let her go.

She knew he was just showing out and feeling some kind of way because of Tariq because this wasn’t even him. She couldn’t wait to get in the house and show him what acting brand new would get him.

“He’s right,” Tariq said as he put his gun up. “Let’s go.”

Zeek gave his cousin

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