I watched as she struggled to breathe as I held a tight grip around her neck. I gave her one last squeeze, and then I let her go. She collapsed on the floor, still holding onto her chest.
“Dontae, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she cried, massaging her neck.
“Question is, what the fuck is wrong with you? How the fuck you gon’ let another nigga put his fuckin hands on my damn daughter? Bitch you didn’t think I would fuckin find out?” I yelled, squatting down and getting in her face.
“What are you talking about? Nobody touched her lil bad ass,” she said, standing up.
“So you really about to sit in my fuckin face and lie?” I asked, pulling my gun out and pointing it towards her head. I wasn’t going to shoot her simple ass, I was just trying to scare the bitch.
“Bitch you better fuckin answer me,” I yelled.
“Okay, okay damn! Bria kept crying, so Fred just shoved her a little in the back to make her shut up. You taking all this out of proportion. He barely even touched her,” she said.
“Bitch, did you see her fuckin back? That nigga fuckin punched my daughter like she was a fuckin man in the streets. And your hoe ass told her not to tell. My lady had to fuckin beg Bria to tell her what happened,” I said.
“Fuck your lady, tell her to mind her fuckin business,” she yelled at me. The fact that Breesha cared more about Bria more than Sharice did was fuckin sad.
It took everything in me not to blow this bitch brains out. I really didn’t understand how someone could be so fuckin immature and stupid.
“Where this nigga at?” I asked, walking towards her bedroom.
She quickly got up and ran in front of me.
“Dontae, just go, before I call the police,” she said.
I swung her from in front of me and she hit her head on the corner of the wall in the process. I opened up her bedroom door and this bum ass nigga was laid in the bed knocked out. I walked over to him, stood directly in front of him and knocked him out with the butt of my gun.
“Wake up nigga?” I yelled.
He looked at me like he had seen a ghost. Blood was pouring out his mouth too.
“What the fuck?” he asked, looking at me while wiping his face.
“Fuck nigga, I heard you can’t keep your hands to your fuckin self?” I gritted.
“Nigga fuck you,” he spat, spitting the blood from his mouth onto my face.
I wiped it away and smirked at him. I started beating the shit out of this nigga with my gun. I dragged his ass out of the bed and started stomping the fuck out of him with my boots. Blood was everywhere.
“Dontae, I’m going to call the fuckin police. Get out now!” Sharice yelled, coming into the room. I finished going ham on his ass and then I finally let up.
“Fuck nigga, if you so much as tap my daughter for good luck, you better make sure your mama have her black dress ready. And I promise you that,” I said, giving his ass one last kick before I left out the room.
“And you, you are a sorry excuse for a mother. I swear if there was an award for worst mother of the year, it would be your sorry ass! Don’t call looking for Bria either. I’ll bring her over when I’m fuckin ready.”
With that, I turned around and left out the door. I needed to make sure I had a talk with my daughter. I wanted to know what type of shit goes down in the house when I’m not around. She was probably going to be mad with Breesha for breaking their promise but in my eyes, Breesha did the right thing by telling me, because God knows if I would have found out later on down the line that Breesha had knew about this, I would have cut her off. This wasn’t something that you kept a secret. I didn’t know if this was the first time that nigga had put his hands on my daughter, but it for damn sure was going to be the last. I could have easily lit his ass up in that room, but Sharice hated my ass just as much as I hated her, and I knew for a fact she would have ran her ass to that police station to tell on a nigga, because I wasn’t going to kill her. With the ass whooping I put on that fuck nigga,
I won’t be surprised if he stopped fuckin my baby mama after this!
Chapter 20: Imani
I had just left out of my 1:30 class, and I was on the way over to the tattoo shop to meet Rashard. He insisted that I come over there to see him. I hadn’t see him in the past week, because I had been so busy with school and studying for my midterms that I had coming up. Things between us were going very good. The sex was amazing as well. The things he did to my body were indescribable. I was so gone off that dick, and there wasn’t no coming back after that. Since the night that I voluntarily gave up my virginity, we had been fuckin nonstop. His house, my house, his car, my car, it’s like I couldn’t get enough of him or that thing that dangled between his legs.
I pulled up to the shop, and it was packed as usual. I parked and walked inside. I spotted Rashard in the back corner with a bunch of bitches surrounding him. Instantly, that pissed me off. It’s like why the fuck did I have to walk in here and see this shit? Shouldn’t he be fuckin working! Now I see the type of shit that goes on in here. No wonder why Breesha says she doesn’t like to come in the shop to see Dontae. There’s so many thirty ass bitches in this damn tattoo place, who the fuck would want to come over here to see their man? He looked at me and smiled, and headed in my direction. When he reached me, I began letting his ass have it.
“Why I got to walk in here and see all of these bitches around my man? Respect me Rashard,” I said, annoyed.
“Damn you jealous as fuck. I guess that’s what this dick will do to you,” he smirked, pulling me in and grabbing my ass. I didn’t find his little comment to be amusing, so I sucked my teeth.