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I would rather forget about her. She hurt me real bad man and itā€™s cool that you want to reconnect but the only mom I have is Sadie Wilsonā€ I put my hand to my heart. Though Felicia wrapped my hand last weekend it still felt sore it wasnā€™t broken because my fingers moved. Sheā€™s been dodging my calls lately but sheā€™d come around she always did. I glanced at my watch letting him know his time is short. In about 1 hour my phone would be blowing up with my Wednesday girl she gets off work at 1pm today. I had her change her schedule to fit mine. She said she had a surprise for me. I bet it was Michael Jordanā€™s white autographed NC Tarheelā€™s throwback jersey that cost $1,505. I didnā€™t ask her for it merely suggested but sheā€™s been pulling double shifts for the past three weeks now.

ā€œIā€™m about to pull out you need a ride somewhere?ā€ I was trying hard not to be rude but if he wanted to sit and talk about his mom I wasnā€™t in the mood.

ā€œIā€™m going to see her next Wednesdayā€ I froze what the hell was he trying to pull?

ā€œOk thatā€™s coolā€

ā€œI told her your coming tooā€ I flipped, this little nigga came to test me.

ā€œAmir, get the fuck out right now. Iā€™m not going nowhere and Iā€™m not sending her shit. Get your dumb ass out of my houseā€ He wasnā€™t budging which meant he was set on getting his ass beat. He stood up from the couch and reached into his back pocket pulling out three envelopes and dropped them on the coffee table.

ā€œIā€™m praying for you Rah, Iā€™m praying God will soften your heartā€ He was laying it on thick but I didnā€™t feel like feeling guilty.

ā€œDonā€™t waste your time but pray that God will keep me off your ass, now get the hell outā€ I wanted to throw those letters out with him but I swear I wanted to know what they said more.

Right then I hated Amir for coming here and for telling her that I was coming to see her.

I forced myself to walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Just like clockwork my phone started ringing and if I didnā€™t answer on the first try she would be acting crazy.

ā€œBaby?ā€ I could hear her talking but my mind was still on Amir and those letters.

ā€œYeah, who dis?ā€

ā€œYou donā€™t know me now?ā€ She sounded like she wanted to play but I wasnā€™t in the mood.

ā€œLook donā€™t call here with the fucking games, who the fuck is this?ā€ See this is where my old man went wrong and it cost him his life. He needed to know when to be smooth and when to put a broad in check.

ā€œSheila, whatā€™s your problem?ā€ She sounded more hurt than angry.

ā€œAww baby Iā€™m sorry. My brother just gave me bad news you forgive me?ā€ I tried to sound as sincere as I could and it worked.

ā€œI forgive you, you ready to see me?ā€ She sounded excited so I knew something good was coming.

ā€œIā€™m always ready to see youā€

ā€œGood meet me at my house in about an hourā€ she hung up before I could respond but Iā€™m on it. In the shower I tried to wash away my brotherā€™s words but I couldnā€™t, I couldnā€™t stop thinking about the letters on my coffee table. Why did he choose today to drop some ole crazy shit on me? I quickly threw on my clothes before grabbing the letters and stuffing them in my back pocket. I convinced myself that they really didnā€™t matter.

******************

 

Five hours and a new pair of Sean John sunglasses, fresh pair of white Jordanā€™s and my new Michael Jordan throwback jersey later I felt like a million bucks. Sheila held out on her gift giving until after she laid it on me, black stilettos and all. I kissed her on the forehead before promising to call later tonight. I liked Sheila but she reminded me of a puppy always looking for approval and as jacked up as I am I couldnā€™t see myself completely ruining her life too. The bulge of the letters forced me to remember what I really didnā€™t care to that my egg donor was trying to reach out. I drove around looking for a place to park until I found a quiet spot at Fairmount Park. It was nothing but a grassy area. There were no benches or picnic tables so I sat in my car and pulled out the first envelope. It had my name on it but Amirā€™s address.

Dear Raheim,

I know this letter is about 15 years to late but Iā€™m sorry.

Sorry that I was caught up in my world, that I wasnā€™t

strong enough for you and your brother. Iā€™m not gonna

ask you to forgive me, not even forget but just hear my side.

As much as I wanted to be pissed, to feed her trifling ass letters to the birds I kept reading. She went on to explain how my pops promised to take care of us. That he said he was coming to take me and Amir shopping and when he didnā€™t show up she was so pissed that he kept promising us shit that when she saw my face and couldnā€™t stop seeing his she was scared she might hurt me. That was the day she kicked me out. She wanted me back but Aunt Sadie wasnā€™t tryna hear that shit and the night she shot him was right after he promised to take me to church.

When she called my auntā€™s house and my aunt Sadie said he never came home that was the last straw. She took her fatherā€™s shotgun out of his gun case and went looking for him. When she saw his silver Volvo parked in front of her rivalā€™s house the same Volvo that she co-signed for she shot the door down. They had the music so loud they didnā€™t hear it. When she kicked the bedroom door in all she could see was the Italian broad riding him into the sunset. She said that didnā€™t make her pull the trigger. It was after my pops spotted her and started laughing like he knew she was a punk. That set her off before she knew it her finger pressed the trigger and the impact blasted his chest wide open. The Italian broad was all out of laughs by then. She started scrambling to get away. My mom didnā€™t want to kill her just make her pay so she blew both her legs off leaving her in a wheelchair for life. I didnā€™t want to cry but the tears slid down my face involuntarily. I never thought to look at things through my momā€™s eyes. My father was an ass but it still didnā€™t change what happened there was plenty of single momā€™s in the world that didnā€™t kill their baby daddies but then again there were a lot that had. I decided I had enough emotion for the day so I put the letters away and sat for a while. I would never understand that kind of love that would make a man and woman go that crazy. I knew one thing was for sure I would never be like either of them. I was satisfied being in love with myself.

My phone started to ring. The number on the caller ID said it was my old Tuesday Kelly. I didnā€™t come to see her yesterday or for the last few weeks before that and sheā€™s been blowing my phone up ever since. I answered on the fourth ring.

ā€œYeah?ā€

ā€œRaheim?ā€ She sounded shocked that I answered.

ā€œYessss, whoā€™s this?ā€ I knew that would piss her off.

ā€œItā€™s Kelly why you didnā€™t come over yesterday?ā€ She was suppressing her irritation.

ā€œBecause I was busy, why you miss me?

ā€œYou know I doā€ her voice softened a bit.

ā€œOh ok why you calling me anyway? You told me not to come back remember?ā€

ā€œRaheim stop playingā€

ā€œThatā€™s just it baby girl. Iā€™m not playing. You have too many damn mood swings and I donā€™t have time for that shit. Why you not at work anyway?ā€

ā€œBecause I wanted to make up from last weekā€

ā€œSo you call out of work?ā€ That alone was enough for a cut. I didnā€™t roll with slackers you were either up on your game or you werenā€™t. That reminded me of todayā€™s engagement in Atlantic City. I had two of the finest chicā€™s working on my business.

ā€œKelly Iā€™m gonna put it to you like this. I liked you, a lot but I donā€™t think I can provide you with what youā€™re looking forā€

ā€œDonā€™t try to feed me with the bullshit Raheim. You probably fuckin somebody right now. One of these days your damn dick gonna fall off.ā€ I couldnā€™t help but laugh. I swear the redbones are the craziest.

ā€œTime is money so laterā€

ā€œWaitā€ she screamed before I could flip my phone shut.

ā€œI donā€™t care what you say youā€™re mine. I love you boo and Iā€™m sorry for acting a little off but I have a lot of shit going on right now. Stuff you donā€™t even know about. Let me prove it to you just come over and Iā€™ll do it to you better than anybody else. You know you want itā€

ā€œIā€™m gonna pass. Take care of yourself Kellyā€ I flipped my phone shut Iā€™m convinced that her ass is bipolar. I would need to run home for a quick shower and change of clothes. I had to meet up with Alexis and Maya at the Trump Taj Mahal by 10pm. These broads were the best in the business. I met Maya first about two years ago when I was on one of my regular trips to AC. It was cold as hell and I was donning my waist length black and white Chinchilla jacket, True Religion jeans and my new black leather timberlands. I had just come in and sat at the bar when I was approached by Maya a tall, curly head slender honey. She wasnā€™t my initial type but she had on a slinky black dress with 4 inch heels so I made an exception. She stroked my jacket a few times and I knew she was gaming when she started whispering that sexy shit in my ear. I stood up and walked away, I never let any broad think I was pressed save that for the tricks or the bum dudes. Like I expected she was walking behind me.

ā€œOh, Iā€™m sorry that wasnā€™t an invitation.ā€ I left her standing there speechless. She spotted me again at the high roller machines and outright asked.

ā€œAre you gay?ā€ It was hard not to laugh. It was so easy to knock a woman off her square.

ā€œNo, Iā€™m just not into prostitutesā€ ā€˜I knew my words would sting and I intended for them to. After several minutes of silence she started to cry not actual boo hooing but a few tears.

ā€œYouā€™re an assholeā€

ā€œActually Iā€™m not, what I said was true Iā€™m not into prostitutes and I know a woman as fine as you donā€™t need to be hustling these streets.ā€

ā€œWho are you Jesusā€™ side kick?ā€ She snapped back with a donā€™t judge me stare.

ā€œNo far from it. All Iā€™m saying is that while youā€™re out here taking the streets money is being lost.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t want a pimp. The only person getting paid from my pussy is meā€ I didnā€™t want to tell her that what she was getting was far less than what was taken from her.

ā€œFair enough but Iā€™m not a pimp just a dude who gone take you upscale.ā€ That was the beginning of a beautiful working relationship. I turned her on to my corporate connects who was willing to pay $5,000 a week to see her pretty ass. These dudes werenā€™t bum dudes either Iā€™m talking suckas who made six figure incomes and rode around in Ferrariā€™s and Rolls Royceā€™s. Took vacations

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