Thug Matrimony (3 page)

“Oh, I’m getting ready to kill my insecurities right now.” He tried to brush past her but she ran to the door, locked it, and threw her back up against it.

“Don’t do this, baby. He’s not worth it. Listen to me, Kaylin.”

“He’s worth it. How a nigga gonna show up at another nigga’s wedding and ask to get with the bride? What kinda shit is that? Sounds like disrespect to me.” He was foaming at the mouth.

Angel had never, ever seen him this mad before. “Do you hear yourself, Kay? You catching a murder charge is more important than me and the baby I’m carrying?”

“Move out of the way, Angel.”

“No!” She pushed him. “Now it’s your turn to answer me!” she screamed.

He grabbed her by her throat again and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could get herself together he was gone outta the room. When he opened the door, Faheem and the crew were right there. Faheem already had the game plan mapped out.

W
hen Kaylin stepped into the hallway, ready and waiting were his brother Kajuan, Bo, Marvin, and Angel’s brother

Mark.

“Who the fuck is Snake?” Kajuan wanted to know, his Puerto Rican accent very thick.

As they headed for the elevators with Kaylin in the lead he was firing off in Spanish who Snake was. When the elevators opened, they were met by Supreme, Kwame, Vicious, and two other dudes who were in Kaylin’s crew.

Bo nodded to them and they jumped on a different elevator.

Fuck,
Faheem said to himself as they rode the elevator down. The older couple getting off reminded him that it was broad daylight and they were in a very public place. “Yo, Kaylin. This ain’t the place, nigga. You gonna have to take a rain check on rockin’ son to sleep. That is unless you ready to take the Express bus upstate. Ain’t no way all of us niggas won’t draw unwanted attention. Plus, even if we are able to do this pussy, what about cleaning the shit up? What about security cameras? You feelin’ me, lil’ nigga?”

“He right, bro,” Kajuan cosigned. “I know you heated right about now, but fuck him! You got the girl. The girl of your dreams
is what you told me. Go ahead, get married and catch this nigga slippin’ some other time.” Kajuan gazed at his younger brother. “You got that, man?”

“I hear you,” Kaylin mumbled.

“I know you can hear. But do you understand, nigga?” Faheem interjected.

“I got y’all.”

The elevator doors opened up and the five of them stepped off. As they turned the corner the other elevator doors slid open while Supreme and the five niggas with him stepped off and followed right behind them, trying to keep up. Kaylin seemed to be walking ninety miles an hour. Their feet clicking loudly against the marble floors.

Kaylin saw a group of niggas with their backs turned. The group hearing the footsteps approaching turned around. As soon as Kaylin noticed the snakeskin eye patch all logic and reasoning flew out the window as he pulled out his burner, aimed, and let one off.

One of Snake’s henchmen dived in front of him, knocked Snake down, and caught a bullet in his side. All parties drew their heat. Kajuan grabbed Kaylin. “Yo, man. Hold up.” His gaze nor his heat left Snake.

“Everybody in here.” Supreme opened the double doors to an empty ballroom. “There’s too many niggas out here, yo.”

Everyone followed, instantly clearing the hallway.

Snake’s henchman (who caught the bullet) was trying to catch his breath. Luckily for him he had on a bulletproof vest.

After the last man entered the ballroom Kwame and Bo stood guard at the doors. With the blink of an eye everyone had their heat out and aimed at the next nigga.

“Y’all niggas outnumbered, yo.” Mark smirked.

Bullet said, “Y’all niggas ain’t got no armor.”

“Pussy, this nigga’s head ain’t got no armor.” Kaylin had two guns pointed at Snake. A red dot was on his forehead and the other red dot was on his neck.

“Chill out, nigga. I told the chick at the door, I just came to talk,” Snake said with finesse. “I’m a lover, not a killer.”

Kaylin’s crew was now right up on Snake’s crew.

“Put the burners away,” Snake ordered, while staring at Kaylin. His crew reluctantly responded.

“This nigga shot me, man. You the only lover on this talk shit,” Bullet yelled.

“Nigga, we in a fuckin’ hotel ballroom. My man here made his point. And this obviously must be Kaylin.” Snake’s crew put their weapons away. Kaylin’s crew kept the red dots on their targets.

“Can you put the heat away, my man?” he asked Kaylin.

Kaylin stuck one of the gats in his waist. He flipped real quick and began beating Snake with the butt, smashing his nose first, then repeatedly bashing in his face. Snake was able to grab his arm, causing Kaylin to drop the gun. Kaylin quickly pulled out the one in his waist and snarled, “Nigga, what? Go ahead and force me to merk your wack ass right here, right now.”

Just then Angel was trying to get through the double doors, but Bo and Omar had them blocked.

“It’s me. Trae was shot.” She was trying not to be too loud.

Bo swung one of the doors open. “What did you say?”

“Trae was shot,” she repeated.

“How many more niggas you got with you?” Kaylin asked Snake.

Through a bloody mouth, Snake said, “This it right here, man.”

Bo left.

Angel couldn’t really see Snake because he was bent over; however, his frame was the same. “Oh, God, let this be a nightmare,” she prayed, blinking her eyes shut.

Snake looked up at her and reminded her that this wasn’t a nightmare.

“Angel, tell this nigga you free to talk to whoever the fuck you want to.”

Kaylin took a step back, refusing to take his eyes off Snake. He was ready to do them both.

Angel couldn’t believe this nigga was actually here … on her wedding day. It just wasn’t happening. The room was silent as she walked toward him. The closer to him she got, the angrier she became. Even though he was bloodied up he had the nerve to try and smile at her. She snatched one of the candleholders off one of the decorated ballroom dinner tables and smashed it across his head.

“You bitch-ass muthafucka!” she snapped. “What the fuck do you want? Why … are you here?” She hit him again.

“Red, I’ma ask you to calm down,” Kaylin warned her.

“Nigga.”
Whap.
She backhanded him. “That’s for choking me. And the next time you put your hands on me you gonna wish you was dead. How the fuck you gonna jeopardize our baby, Kaylin? Have you lost your fuckin’ mind?” Her eyes were red and she had transformed into another person.

“Red,” Kaylin interjected.

“No! Y’all niggas got me fucked up!” She spat on Snake. “And you, nigga … you ask me to marry your bitch ass, then conveniently drop off the face of the planet … don’t tell me shit, no phone call, no letter, not a trace. I waited for yo’ bitch ass for a whole damned year while you was hiding like some pussy. While I was hoping and praying you’d come back, trying not to think the worst before finally accepting the fact that you were dead.”

She started laughing as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She looked around the room. “Now this nigga gonna show up, on my fuckin’ wedding day, mind you, as if everything is copasetic. Nigga …” She slapped him. “I don’t want you. It’s over. I’ve moved on.” She kicked him in the nuts.

“Arrrgh,” he screamed, balling up into a knot.

She then turned to a surprised Kaylin. The whole room was looking at her as if she had lost her mind.

“This is my fuckin’ wedding day!” she screamed as she looked
down at the blood on her hand, and the smudges on her gown made her even angrier. “Nigga, you are going to marry me … sometime today. Do you hear me, Kaylin? Call the cleaners, get my dress cleaned again.” She sobbed.

“Yo, get the fuck out!” Kaylin yelled. He was waving his gun at Snake and his crew. Bullet and the white boy went to help Snake up.

“Angel, tell this nigga who you really want to be with!” he taunted, while laughing at Kaylin. “Go ahead and tell him you want me. Tell him you will always love me and I’ll never stop loving—”

“Keenan, shut the hell up! What I do want is for you to get the fuck outta here so that I can marry my husband! I hate you!” she screamed.

“I love you, baby. You know you don’t mean what you just said. You know it. I know it. Why you tryna marry that nigga? I came back for you,” he yelled as they dragged him out the side door.

Kaylin stared at Angel shaking his head. He stuffed his gat into his waistband and turned to walk away.

“Nigga, don’t walk away from me. I didn’t do anything,” she pleaded, then grabbed him. “I want to get married today, Kaylin … right now. Okay, baby? Let’s get married.”

He yanked away from her. “I don’t think so, Ma.”

“What?” she yelled in disbelief. She picked up another one of the candleholders off the table and threw it at his back.

He stopped and turned around. All of Kaylin’s crew quickly filed out of the ballroom, leaving them alone.

“You heard me. I’m not marrying you today. I gotta sort some things out.”

“I know you ain’t let that fake-ass pimp take you off your square like that.” She sucked her teeth and then let out a loud, disgusted sigh. “I don’t believe this shit!” She got up in his face. “What! You actually think I want that nigga? Huh, Kaylin? Is
that what you’re thinking? Go ahead and say it so I can bust you in your fuckin’ mouth. Say it, nigga! You think I want him?”

Kaylin smirked as he turned to walk away. “Red, chill out. Like I said, ain’t nobody getting married today.”

“Nigga, fuck you,” Angel spat. “You punk muthafucka.” She hurried and got in front of him, blocking his path.

“Red, you better go ‘head. I ain’t in the fuckin’ mood. My man got shot. It ain’t just about you today. And I damn sure ain’t feelin’ you all up in my face talking to me like I’m some fuckin’ busta.”

“That’s what the fuck you are if you are gonna let that nigga come between us. All the shit we’ve been through. All the shit you took me through and now you’re accusing me of wanting some other nigga who I said to hell with a long time ago? You’re questioning my love for you all of a sudden? I should be questioning your love for me, nigga, seeing how quick you are to bitch up and flip the script on me.”

“I never gave you a reason to even question my love.” He stormed out of the ballroom, leaving her standing there in the middle of the floor.

When Kaylin stepped out of the ballroom Kajuan and Bo were waiting on him.

“That’s fucked up, yo,” Kajuan told him. “How you gonna not marry Shorty? What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“Nigga, I’ma ask you to mind your business. Now ain’t the time.”

“You kiddin’ me, right? You’re not gonna marry Red?”

“I said no, man. Not until I kill that fuckin’ fake pimp-ass faggot.”

“That’s fucked up.” Bo shot Kaylin a look of disgust.

“Let me go check on Shorty,” Kajuan said.

When he went inside the ballroom Angel was sitting at the table with her head down, crying.

“Yo, sis,” Kajuan called out to her.

“Leave me alone. I’ma be all right. Just leave me alone, okay?” He handed her a handkerchief and she pushed it away. “Please, just leave me alone. I’ll be fine.”

Kajuan stood there gazing at the beautiful bride to be. Despite her disheveled hair, smudges on her gown, and puffy eyes, she was still beautiful and glowing. He made a mental note to find out what was wrong with his brother. He had to be on some other shit. What? He didn’t know but needed to find out.

“Aiight, sis, if you need me, just call my moms. My brother’s ego is crushed. He’ll eventually put it back together again and come to his senses.”

“Fuck your punk-ass brother and his ego. Now, can you just leave me alone please?”

“Aiight. You got that. I’ma give you your space.” He backed out of the double doors and headed up to the suite.

Kaylin was washing up and changing clothes. “What the fuck happened to Trae? Where was he?” he yelled.

“I just hung up. He said he got shot three, four times. He was in the operating room and that’s all the info he had.”

“Fuck!” Kaylin spat as he looked for some keys, forgetting that they took a limo to the hotel. “We gotta get to the hospital.”

“We’re just waiting on you. There’s a car for us already out front,” Bo told him.

“Let’s roll, then,” Kaylin answered, ready to go.

A
ngel honestly and truly couldn’t believe this shit. Words couldn’t explain what she was feeling. They say everything happens for a reason, and she was looking for the lesson in this whole scenario and didn’t see shit. She had no understanding.

She could see if it was her fault. But it wasn’t. She didn’t invite Keenan to the fuckin’ wedding. The nigga was dead as far as she was concerned. So she moved on. Her feelings for him were long gone. Of course she was shocked when she was told that he was on the premises. What the fuck would Kaylin expect? Hell, so was he. Here a nigga shows up whom she was gonna marry, and who she thought was dead, and she wasn’t supposed to be shocked?

Kaylin obviously was losing his mind. She’d never, ever saw him act like that. He instantly transformed into a totally different person. She didn’t know who that man was who flipped the script on her. He acted as if he didn’t know her and like she wanted to run and jump in the nigga’s arms. She didn’t want Snake. She had who she wanted. Kaylin. Shit, she loved the nigga to a fault. But know what? Her attitude was, fuck it! If he don’t know that by now the nigga was blind.

But right now she was tired. Tired, tired, tired. Tired of niggas
putting their hands on her. Tired of having to prove her love to these niggas. How about that shit?

What about when he decided to do his little disappearing act? What did she do? She waited for his ass. Not only waited for his ass, but held on to his money, oversaw his recycling business and record label, which she had to learn as she went along. They both were new to her. Then when Kaylin finally resurfaced, she jeopardized her freedom and her career by remaining in a relationship with a convicted felon. She moved into his house, kept it up for him, and took
his
son, not their son, to visit him every week. And he had the nerve to question her love? And on top of that she was carrying his seed?