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  "Aye, tell Sym I said he got twenty four hours to get at Hova or shit gonna get real ugly, yuh hear me?" Hova said as he punched his fist into the window of Zaria’s car. Glass flew everywhere causing Zaria to jump back. She tried to reach for her cell phone when Hova grabbed both of her arms and pushed her against the car. "Twenty-four hours or shit is gonna get real ugly. Real ugly."

  "Zaria!" Yessenia yelled catching both Hova and Zaria’s attention. Hova smiled down at Zaria, let her go, and then slowly walked away. Yessenia ran over to Zaria and could tell that she was shaken up. She looked down at the broken window and then back at Zaria. "Who the fuck was that? Do I need to call the police?"

  "Nah, fuck that nigga. I need to get at Sym."

  Chapter 9: Baby Mama Drama

  "Come on Tianna stop with that bullshit. I’m tryna have a serious conversation with you," Quasym said pushing Tianna away from him.

  "Damn, nigga why you wanna talk? You looking good as fuck right now, and I just can’t seem to keep my hands off of you," Tianna said as she licked her lips. She hadn’t seen Quasym since the day she confronted him at his wedding.

  She couldn’t believe he actually married that dull ass bitch Zaria. When Tammy came to her with the idea of smashing the wedding, she was elated and felt honored. Little did Tammy know though was that it was right up Tianna’s alley.

  She had contemplated showing up and ruining the wedding for months, but had talked herself out of it feeling that she would get to Quasym another way, but when Tammy showed up she just couldn’t refuse.

  Quasym looked good as hell at the wedding in that all white tuxedo too, but he was looking even better today. He had that dope boy swag going, and his pockets were deep; she could smell it.

  Just looking at the fresh True Religion fit he was rocking to the Polo boots on his feet; she knew that the rumors she had heard were indeed true. She’d heard all about how he was making major moves and was the nigga that was taking Dan-D’s spot.

  She didn’t know whether or not the rumors had been true, but seeing is believing. He was definitely that nigga to see now. His caramel brown skin was shining on his baby face, and she admired how the fuzz on his chin was growing in. Zaria is not about to have him to herself.

  They had only spent one night together, one night that had created their little girl Quita and Tianna could remember that night as if it was yesterday. She remembered the size of his dick and how it felt when he entered her raw and uncut. The thought of it was making her mouth moist and her knees weak. She dropped down in front of Quasym and began to pull at his pants, but he pushed her away.

  "A’ight, look, I’m outta here. I see you on that bullshit. You know I got a fucking wife! I came to talk to you about that shit you pulled at my fucking wedding, Tianna!"

  "I’m sorry baby. I was bugging for real. I just didn’t wanna see you with her. I want us to have a family, Sym. Forgive me?" Tianna reached for Quasym’s pants to unbutton them and once again he pushed her away. "Don’t you remember what we shared, Sym? The night we created Quita. Don’t you remember that?"

  "No, the fuck I don’t. I was drunk and pissed that Zaria put me out the house. I don’t remember shit. Get the fuck back! Damn, is this what the fuck you do around my daughter? You be sucking that nigga dick you fuck with in front of Quita, Tianna?" Quasym questioned as he grabbed a handful of Tianna’s hair. He had gotten angry just thinking about Tianna acting this way in front of their child.

  "No, I don’t I broke up with him cause you the only thing that’s been on my mind since the first and last time we were together. I can’t even keep a man because of that shit."

  "Not my fuckin’ problem."

  "Baby, let me help you remember."

  Tianna just didn’t quit. She had to give Quasym a taste of her pussy again. She knew that one time was all it was going to take to pull him in again. She had planned to take him on the ride of his life, if only he would quit fighting her. She reached for his pants once more, and the ringing that blared from his pockets kept him from pushing her away.

  You be up on everything; other hoes ain’t ever on it. I want this forever; I swear I could spend whatever on it. Quasym knew that it was Zaria calling him by the Drake ringtone Best I Ever Had he assigned to her name.

  He quickly reached into his pocket and slid out his iPhone. Seeing her beautiful face on his screen caused a smile to cover his face as he slid the bar across the screen and answered the phone.

  He had forgotten all about Tianna’s thirsty ass until she wrapped her mouth around his dick. His mouth was gaping, and he tried to push her away but the grip she had on him was purely breathtaking. He shut his eyes tightly, and he took his right hand and braced it around the back of Tianna’s head pushing her down further.

  "Sym, are you there?"

  Quasym bit down on his lip and then forcefully pushed Tianna away causing her to fall backwards onto the floor. He shook his head, walked away from her, and fixed his pants.

  "Yea, baby what’s up? What’s wrong?"

  "What are you doing? Where are you?"

  "I stopped by Tianna’s house. I’m about to get back on the block though. What’s up? You sound funny?" Quasym asked as he zipped his pants. He noticed the weary in his wife’s voice and hated that he allowed that shit to happen with Tianna. He was fucking up. He felt guilty knowing that Zaria didn’t deserve to be hurt any more than she already was.

  "Over Tianna’s house? What the fuck are you doing over there? And you sound funny. Sym, what’s going on?"

  "Ain’t nothing going on Zaria-" Quasym stopped in front of the door checking over his clothes before he stepped outside.

  He didn’t want anyone to say they saw him leaving Tianna’s crib looking differently than when he had come. He looked back at Tianna and noticed that she was now standing in the middle of the room with only her bra and panties on doing everything she could to tempt him. Fuck this bitch is fine as shit. Quasym thought to himself.

  He licked his like with pure adoration in his eyes. Her breast set up nicely; her stomach was flat and hard and-Damn. Quasym licked his lips as he eyed the print of her fat pussy. I gotta get the fuck out of here before this bitch get me in some trouble I don’t want.

  Quickly, he left out of her apartment and headed towards his car. Temptation had almost gotten the best of him, and he had to be more careful. Tianna wasn’t the only one that had tempted him. Ever since word gotten out that he’d taken Dan-D’s spot, bitches had been coming at him in flocks. The shit was hard as hell to resist, but he had all he’d wanted at home. "I hadn’t seen Quita in months and I came to talk to that bitch Tianna about the shit she pulled at the wedding, Babe. Everything is good. What are you doing?"

  "I’m standing in the parking lot at the salon waiting on somebody to come fix my window."

  "Wait, what?" Quasym asked as he jumped in his car.

  "Who the fuck is, Hova? That nigga broke my window talking about he needs to talk to you within in twenty four hours or else shit is gonna get ugly. Who is that nigga?"

  "What the fuck you mean he broke your window? Are you okay? Did he touch you?"

  "He pushed me a little bit, but I’m fine. Damn, Sym I try to stay out your business, but what the hell is going on? First you get sho-the shit that happened to you the last time and now this nigga coming up to Yessenia’s job and shit.

  Breaking windows on the car you just bought. I ain’t never seen this fuck nigga a day in my life. How does he even know where to find me and what the fuck does he know about me to even come to me like that?"

  Quasym massaged his temple as Zaria told him everything that had taken place. He hadn’t even been doing this shit long, and niggas was already after his wife. He didn’t like that shit at all. He could feel his pulse violently thumping against his neck as anger built up within him. Niggas loved to go after your lady when they felt they couldn’t get to you.

  It was the coward way of doing things, but Quasym should have expected it. He should have
been ready, and he scolded himself for not being on his toes. Instead of buying Zaria the car, he should have been putting her up in a new house, a house that was away from the bullshit.

  "The nigga said his name was Hova?" Quasym questioned as he settled in the car.

  "Yes Hova. You know him?"

  "So, you a’ight? That nigga didn’t hurt you or anything like that, right?"

  "I’m fine Sym, just a little shaken up is all. When are you gonna be home? I really don’t wanna be alone knowing this crazy ass nigga is out here following me." Zaria looked around as she paced the parking lot. She had been waiting for over an hour for the glass company to come and replace the broken window that Hova caused.

  "Just go chill at your mom’s or either go to Yessenia’s. I need to take care of this little situation and then I will be there later."

  Zaria sucked her teeth, "Okay."

  "Baby, did you at least like the car?"

  That instantly got a smile out of Zaria. Although, she had only had the car for a total of ten minutes before it was damaged, she loved the car. She still couldn’t wait to put it on the streets. Now that she thought about it, going to see her mama was not a bad idea at all. She could show off her new whip in the process.

  "Yes, I love the car. Thank you baby! And the tickets to Jamaica-I can’t wait."

  "Me either. I’ll talk with you later, okay?"

  "Okay. I love you, Sym. Be careful."

  "Love you too."

  "Damn nigga, you said you were gonna be gone ten minutes. What the hell were you doing up there?" Devon asked. "Mo called and said the trap been rolling nonstop and that they short."

  "Damn already? A’ight, I gotta handle this situation first. Zaria just called and said this nigga Hova broke the window on the car I just fucking bought talking about he needs to holla at me within twenty four hours or else."

  "What the fuck? Yea, let’s handle that shit immediately. Fuck this nigga thinking ‘bout?"

  "I don’t know, but I’m ‘bout to find out."

  Chapter 10: Gangsta Enough?

  Quasym got out of his Chevy and headed toward the apartment where he was told he could find Hova. With Devon hot on his trail, the two of them had only one thing on their mind which was putting that nigga Hova in his place. They couldn’t believe he had the audacity to approach Quasym’s wife on the level that he had done.

  Quasym felt like the level of disrespect that was shown was enough to kill that nigga, but he had agreed with Devon before coming that he would at least hear him out first. Devon was already on probation and wasn't 'bout to risk shit unless he was seeing a profit from it. He had made the mistake of pulling a gun first and asking questions later one too many times.

  BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

  Quasym pounded on the thin-framed door and stepped back as he waited for someone to answer. He touched his side ensuring that his pistol was still there and eyed the door with mad frustration built up. The locks clicked and a bad yellow bitch stood on the other side once the door came open. Both Quasym and Devon stared at her with lust filled eyes and watched as she pulled the satin agape robe tightly shut over her thick body.

  "Yes?" she said with attitude.

  "Where the fuck is Hova?" Quasym asked her.

  "And who the fuck wants to know?" she rolled her eyes and placed one hand over her hip.

  "Aye, tell him the nigga Sym is here. Heard he was looking for me."

  "Hold on nigga."

  She pushed the door shut and fixed the locks before turning around and going back into her bedroom. Hova was lying across the bed butt naked with his dick in his hand. He looked at Jazz and licked his lips as she sexily strutted in his direction. He began to stroke his long and thick muscle anticipating the ride that he just knew she was about to give.

  "Some nigga name Sym is at the door for you," Jazz said as she plopped down on the bed and grabbed the half smoked blunt that sat in the ashtray next to her bed.

  "Ah, fuck. How deh fuck he know where I’m at any muthafuckin’ way," Hova said and shook his head. His accent was thick and heavy as he forced out an exasperated breath.

  "The hell if I know nigga. Same thing I wanna know, but I don’t know that nigga so be sure to tell that muthafucka’ to call you before he come knocking on my damn door again. I told your ass before ain’t shit moving in and out of here."

  "Yea, yea, yea Jazz I heard ya’ ass a million fuckin’ times already. Not tryna hear ‘dat shit today," Hova slid his gym shorts on and grabbed the white tee shirt that sat on the bedroom floor. He pulled the tee over his body and headed out of the bedroom toward the front door. Jazz was Hova’s little side piece that he fucked with from time to time. She was everything that he loved in a woman, but she wasn’t his wife Samantha.

  "Sym, what up youngn’? Come on in," Hova said after opening the door.

  Quasym and Devon walked inside of the small apartment each one checking out their surroundings before taking a seat. Quasym stared at Hova with such adamant hatred that he felt that he wouldn’t be able to compose himself for much longer.

  Instead of staying seated, he stood to his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He wanted to be on the same level as Hova and not have that nigga looking down on him when he was the one that had been in the wrong.

  "Man what’s up? My ol’ lady telling me you came at her acting real reckless and shit talking about you need to see me or else. I’m here nigga, so what’s up?" Quasym spat.

  "A’ight, a’ight. Shit seeing as how you deh’ big mon’ and all that good shit now, I need my money," Hova stated flatly.

  He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and took one from the pack. He reached for the lighter on the coffee table, grabbed it, and put flame to the cancer stick.

  "Fuck you mean you need your money? Fuck you talking about?"

  "I need my money. Seeing as how I gave Dan-D a hundred racks tuh deliver me some work and he did not, I need tuh either see my money or I need my product. Whichever is fine with me."

  "Nigga, you done lost your fuckin’ mind. You need to holla at Dan-D about that shit. Fuck I got to do with you and what that nigga had going on. Devon let’s get the fuck up out of here," Quasym waved his hand and headed for the door. "Oh yea, nigga the next time you come near my fuckin’ wife it won’t be no words shared. Coming with them straight shooters, believe that shit."

  Hova laughed, "What shooters nigga? You ain’t got no muthafuckin’ shooters! Get me my muthafuckin’ bands and do dat shit immediately. I want my shit by tomorrow morning or yuh gonna feel me and my muthafuckin’ shooters young blood! Yuh feel me?"

  By now Jazz had stepped out of the bedroom and was keeping a close eye on the heated argument that ensued between Hova and Quasym. She was hoping them niggas didn’t start fighting and fucking up the little bit of good shit she had in her apartment. She stepped closer to Hova and grabbed the back of his arm in an attempt to calm him down.

  "Let’s go Sym, this nigga bugging," Devon said as he grabbed Quasym’s arm. He knew that Quasym had a pistol on his waist loaded with hot led, and he didn’t need him to react without fully thinking.

  He was all for ending Hova’s life for what he had done to Zaria ‘cause had it been his wife; he would have, but now was not the time or the place for that. The parking lot of the Butter Bean’s was filled with niggas, bitches, and their kids and there would be too many witnesses that could place them. They had to be smart and get at that nigga Hov on another day.

  "Nah, my mon’ I ain’t bugging. I want my hundred bands or I want my dope. Ya mons’ here killed Dan-D, and my shit is amiss. I don’t give a fuck how y’all figure dat shit out in ya’ head, but I want my shit by tomorrow morning. I’m not gonna continue tuh wait," Hova explained to Devon.

  Quasym lost it. He bomb rushed Hova, knocking him to the ground and punching him the face. His skin had damn near turned purple upon hearing the words that left out of Hova’s mouth. He didn’t know how Hova had known and who else had known for that
matter. That was a secret that he planned to ride to his grave with. Andres promised to never say anything and the only other person that was supposed to have known was Dan-D, and it wasn’t like he was talking from the grave.

  Hova threw a punch at Quasym, but it was quickly blocked when Quasym threw his hands up coming up with his pistol. He pressed the gun into Hova’s forehead begging him to give him a reason not to pull the trigger. He wanted to so bad not giving a fuck about the consequences. Hova violated him in the worse way, and he wanted to make that nigga pay. Not only that, Hova knew his fucking secret, and he wanted to shut him up.

  "Wait a minute nigga! Hold the fuck up! Don’t be bringing that shit up in my house!’ Jazz yelled hoping that Quasym was not about to turn her place into a crime scene.

  "Yo’, Sym! Come on man; let’s get the fuck out of here! Now is not the time!" Devon placed his hand on Quasym’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

  "Nigga, yuh know yuh better pull dat fucking trigger," Hova said. His mouth filled with blood that he spit it into Quasym’s face. Quasym took the gun and pounded it into Hova’s face. He brought it up again to hit him when Devon wrapped his arms around Quasym’s body and pulled him away.

  "Get the fuck off of me!" Quasym yelled pushing Devon away.

  Quasym pointed the gun at Hova, but noticed that he was already out cold. He then looked up at Jazz and pointed the gun at her. The fuck man! How the fuck this nigga know ‘bout Dan-D? I gotta go holla at Andres and figure out what’s up. Quasym thought as she shot Jazz a blank, but daring stare.

  He stepped out of her apartment and raced toward his old beat up Chevy that sat in the parking lot. His mind was all over the place as he pulled the door open and plopped down in the driver’s seat. The fact that he killed Dan-D would completely mess up his street credibility when he was just starting to build it up. He had worked too hard over the last few months, and he be damned if he allowed Hova to mess that up. He had just started seeing some real money, and that alone made him want to work twice as hard. He couldn’t have no one fucking that up for him-no one.