Loving Angel 2 (7 page)

“Where’re Keya and
Delco?” I asked my cousin after I realized that they were missing in action and the party was already in full swing.

“Keya just texted me and said she’s on her way and I haven’t heard shit from that nigga Delco all day. We had another fight last night and I threw all
of his shit out in the hallway. I told his ass to kick rocks because I’m done with him and I’m going to do me for a change.” She sighed sounding a bit peeved. “Can you imagine that fucker had the audacity to laugh at me talking about if I’m doing me then he’s doing him.”

“I wouldn’t take anything he said seriously,” I advised. They were always breaking up and making up every other day.

“I have a feeling he’s up to some shit and I swear to God if he tries me tonight he ain’t gonna like what happens.”

“Try some shit like what?”

“Like walking up in here with his bitch”

“I don’t think he’d be dumb enough to do some shit like that.”

We were all laughing, talking and sipping on our drinks when a little short medium complexioned bitch in a little black dress with a pixie haircut came up to my husband. She was showing off all her thirty –twos like she didn’t see him sitting beside me with his arm wrapped around my shoulder, or the gigantic rock on my finger that I was certain even people from outer space could see.

“How is everything Tyga? You and your people need anything? You know I’m here and you only have to ask,” she said with a
flirtatious smile on her face. The bitch was clutching a clipboard to her chest and undressing my man with her eyes.

I frowned
at the little slut ready to put her in her place, but Tyga gently squeezed my shoulder as a warning that I should chill.

“We’re good, but I’ll definitely let you know if any of my boys need your services,” he answered rudely and I could tell that his reply surprised her.
Yeah bitch, do you think you’re gonna flirt with my man in front me and he’ll allow that shit.

Obviously she didn’t know Tyga. He didn’t stand for anyone disrespecting me, male or female.

“Oh ok, I’ll see you later then.” She blinked, stumbling over her words and then made a hasty exit.

Everyone in our group cracked up as soon as she had retreated.

“Well that showed her,” Mina commented. She was sitting beside Chance across from me and the two had been embroiled in conversation all evening. I wondered what an eighteen year old and a thirty-five year old had to talk about. I guess my husband’s brother was just trying to make my mother comfortable, since she didn’t have anyone else to talk with.

“Damn right he showed her,” Daisy laughed. “I can’t stand these bold bitches.”

“Who was that?” I asked Tyga.

“The club’s manager.”

“I hope you’re not fucking with that hoe,” I whispered in his ear.

“
Chill Sexy. You know your man isn’t doing you like that,” he whispered back and nibbled my earlobe.

If it was two or three years ago
, I would have doubted him. Tyga use to be a real dog, but since I had been kidnapped by his brother he changed his trifling ways. He not only stopped beating on me, he also stopped cheating.

I was wondering if Keya was ever going to show up when I saw Dais
y frowning up her pretty face at something behind me. I peeked over my shoulder and saw Delco walking toward us.

“What’s up my niggas?” H
e exchanged pounds with the dudes from his crew and then took a seat beside Daisy before wrapping an arm around her stiff shoulder. “What’s up baby mama?”

“Take your hands off me,” she snapped, as she tried to squirm out
of his grasp and eluded the kisses he was trying to plant on her face. I knew that she was happy to see him although her behavior said different.

“Why are you mad at me now?” H
e cajoled, dragging her onto his lap. It wasn’t long before he had won her over and they were kissing and hugging on each other as though they hadn’t been fighting moments before.

We were doing it up in the club.
Konshens had just taken the stage in the Reggae room. Some of our guests chose to migrate to that level, but our crew chose to watch the show on the huge plasmas situated on the walls throughout the room. We were getting crunk on bottles of Cristal, Ace of Spades, Ciroc, white Remy, black Hennessey and Rose Moet. Some of the men were puffing on Cubans while others were smoking blunts.

The scent from that high grade weed was filling my lungs and making me feel hype as fuck.

“Hey Keya!” I waved to my cousin as she strutted over to us holding the hand of a tall dark skinned dread that I assumed was the man she’d been bragging about.

“What’s up guys?” Keya greeted
us. My bitch was wearing the hell out of a short, silver shimmery dress and even the red weave wasn’t looking too bad.

“We’re chilling,” I replied. “What took you so long?”

“You know I like making an entrance,” she joked awkwardly.

I blame it on the good weed and alcohol, because it took me a minute to realize just how cold the atmosphere got as soon as my cousin and old boy walked in. Niggas who had
previously been laid back and chilling were suddenly on high alert.

I could feel the
change in Tyga’s body language, because he had become a lot more aware. The hand that had previously been playing in my hair, or rubbing on my thigh was now at his side close to where he kept his piece.

“What the fuck are you doing in my club?” Tyga asked the dread coolly. “You’ve really got a lot of fucking nerve.”

My cousin’s date smiled at my husband and it wasn’t a nice smile. It was as if he was baring his teeth like some wild animal, or savage.

I didn’t know exactly what was going on
, but for whatever reason that nigga was not welcome. He knew it and was enjoying the knowledge.

“My date invited me to your little party,” the intruder explained nonchalantly.

“Nigga you better get the fuck out of my face before I put a bullet in your dome,” my husband advised. It was the calmness in his voice when he made certain statements that made me know when Tyga was dead ass serious.

While the dread was wearing a pleased smile on his face, my cousin was sporting a confused look that held a b
it of fear. “What’s going on?” She asked, but everyone ignored her question.

“I understand brethren, I understand. This is your spot
, but one day you’re gonna find yourself in my spot. When that happens I’m going to teach you a thing or two and I wonder if you’re gonna be as bold as you’re acting now.” I read between the lines and a threat was obvious in the dread’s statement. If he ever saw my husband on his side of town he was going to step to him.

Tyga chuckled as though he didn’t have a concern in the world. “Anytime anywhere nigga ain’t anybody scared around here. Ya’ll Jamaicans may be little Chihuahua bitches
, but we’re motherfucking Pit bulls.”

The dread saluted Tyga and th
en stalked off pulling my cousin behind him.

“That crazy motherfucker is bold as shit,” Chance announced. “He must really have a death wish.”

“Definitely not crazy my nigga. He knows what he’s doing.” Delco declared. I had to agree with Delco. The dread was trying to make a statement when he walked up in the club my husband owned acting like he didn’t give a damn, although they were beefing. By publicly invading Tyga’s territory he was letting him and everyone know that he wasn’t afraid of him.

Tyga motioned Lux and Biz over to his side. “Follow that fool,” he ordered softly. They nodded and melted into the crowd with the other partyers.

I knew my man must have been pissed, but he wasn’t showing it. I squeezed his hand in comfort and he returned the gesture. “Who was that?” I whispered.

“Someone that I’ll tell you about later
,” he assured me and I nodded understanding that it was information that he couldn’t divulge in front of other people.

It took
a little while for the tension to leave the room, but we eventually got back into the groove of things. I could tell that the men were on guard because they weren’t throwing back the liquor like water as they were doing before our uninvited guest crashed the party.

A couple hours later the party was winding down so my bay and I decided to leave. Daisy was also feeling tired and was ready to head home too. She wasn’t about to leave Delco unsupervised with a bunch of drunken sluts
, therefore he had to say goodnight to the rest of the crew. Dwayne and the gang were planning to stay until the club closed.

We were standing in front the club waiting for some
one to bring our car around when I suddenly heard a series of deafening bangs as a motorcycle rode by.

POW

POW

POW
.

I didn’t even realize that someone was shooting at us until Tyga had already taken me to the ground and used his body to protect mine.

When the gun fire stopped he stood and helped me to stand on my shaky legs.

“Are you ok?” H
e asked, looking me over with a critical eye for signs of injury.

“Oh my fucking G
od bay,” I said, my voice trembling. “I think you’ve been shot.”

He gave me a skeptical look and I pointed to the front of his cream Armani suit where a bright red stain was growing larger right before our eyes.

“Somebody call an ambulance,” I heard Delco screaming. 

That was when I remembered
that my cousin had been walking with us when the shots were fired.

S
he was now lying on the hard pavement looking lifeless.

CHAPTER NINE

KEYA

“What the fuck was that about Dread?” I as
ked as soon as we got in the Lincoln town car. Jeff, Dread’s personal driver, pulled off from the curb and into the minimal late night traffic.

He ignored my question, removed his cellphone from his pocket
and made a call. “Are you set to take care of that thing for me?” he asked the person on the line. “Good,” he said after a pause and then hung up.

“Take care of what?” I asked, but he still didn’t respond. “Nigga are you going to answer me?”

His reply was to deliver a backhand to my face that shocked the shit out of me and split my lip.

“
Don’t ask mi no blood-cloth questions when I’m busy,” he railed. His eyes were filled with so much rage. For a split second I was thinking about backing down.

“What the fuck nigga! Y
ou’re putting your hands on me now?!” I raged, as I jumped from my seat in attack mode. I wasn’t about to let no motherfucker hit me and get away with that shit. Another backhanded slap snapped my head sideways and sent me tumbling back into my seat.

He grabbed my jaw in a painful grip and rested the gun he retrieved from his shoulder holster against my cheek.

“You still got something to say?” He asked and the demented look on his face scared me even more than the gun he had pointed at me. He was a nigga not to be fucked with. I could tell that he would pull the trigger and not even feel bad about it.

I shook my head in the negative and he patted me on
the cheek condescendingly. “Next time don’t let mi have to tell you twice.”

I tentatively touched my face finding it hard to comprehend that he had hit me. I mean, I had the swollen cheek and bloody lip to prove that it had indeed happened
, but for some reason it wasn’t computing in my brain. This was a side of him that I didn’t even know existed. He had always been so kind and loving. That nigga had really fooled me and the knowledge made my blood boil.

We had been kicking it with each other since the night he paid me to have sex with him in the VIP room. He had taken me h
ome with him that very night. I was more than happy to go with him, because the dick was so good. It was like getting a bonus with my money. We had fucked all night and then he took me shopping the next day and spent eight stacks on me. From that moment I was hooked, because he had some good dick and was coming out of pocket.

He had never given me a hint that he had such a volatile side
. I didn’t have any clue that he knew my cousin’s husband, or that he had some type of beef with him. I was starting to realize that there was a lot about Dread that I didn’t know. I should have stayed my ass with my family when I realized something wasn’t right between him and Tyga, but the thought of that good dick and money going to the next bitch caused me to make a stupid decision.

I was sitting close to the door pouting and thinking of
ways to get back at Dread. The driver caught my glance in the rearview mirror and his eyes held a silent warning. I knew Jeff was trying to caution me to not antagonize Dread anymore. He wasn’t a bad guy, so I didn’t understand how he ended up as not only Dread’s driver, but also his personal body guard. The dark skinned six foot five, three hundred pound giant was the only person on Dread’s team who had been nice to me and didn’t treat me like I was some stripper hoe.