couldn’t cook worth shit. I had bigger shit to handle than to be laid up with her. My kids were fucking homeless.
“Nah , I'm good. I'm about to head back to Miami. The room is paid up for another week, so enjoy,” I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.
“Cool . I’ll fly my sister and cousin down to hang with me.”
“That’s why I fuck with you.” I kissed her on her forehead and slapped her fat ass .
** *
I was back home in Miami that night . I handled shit with Mezzie. She was moved into another apartment in the same building, just one floor up. She was happy and stopped calling me once the movers came to move her stuff.
Now , I was on the hunt for Tyrisha. The bitch was missing in action and didn’t answer her phone. I went to the house and all her shit was gone and my staff had been fired. I called Tiffany and she didn’t answer. I called Tyrisha’s mother in New York, but she hadn’t heard from her in a week. So, now, I was convinced that the bitch was either dead or had finally found out about Mezzie and my kids.
“Yo, meet me at my office in an hour,” I said to Quint.
“Ight,” was all he said before hanging up.
No questions asked and that was why I fucked with him the long way.
An hour later, we were sitting in my office, drinking a bottle of Ciroc and rolling up some loud. I was relaxed enough to address the problem that was at hand.
“Have you seen or heard from Tyrisha, my nigga,” I asked him, paying close attention to how he responded.
“I heard Tiff talking to her. That’s about it. Why? What’s up?” he asked, taking a puff from his blunt and blowing small circles.
“That bitch went M.I.A and won’t answer my calls . I'm at the point where I'm not worried, but I'm pissed the fuck off right now. I want to know where the fuck she at right now.
S o, give Tiffany, the bitch ass liar, a message for me. Tell Tyrisha to call me or send me a fuckin’ telegram if she want, but I wanna know where the fuck she at and right now.” I threw my glass across the room at my receptionist desk.
I was beyond pissed off with the run around game and it was becoming apparent because I never lost my cool like I just had.
“First off , nigga, I ain’t a messenger. So, if you got a message for Tiffany, you can address her correctly and respectfully. And, if you must know your bitch has moved on. If you wasn’t spreading your seed in everybody you would know,” he said and walked out my office, leaving the blunt still lit in the ash tray.
“Fuck you, too, nigga! Fuck everybody!” I screamed and threw my Tiffany vase across the room with the other glass I broke. I sat down, planning my next move.
Quinton and Tyrisha , both, had to go and if Tiffany wanted some, she could go right along where they were going.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinton
I left the office, got in my Jeep and took off toward home. Tiffany and Madison were staying there until her new house was done being renovated. She had moved out the hotel and decided to stay with me because she didn’t have to keep paying rent. It was soon, but I felt comfortable with them there. That was all that mattered.
Tone had missed me with all that barking orders shit . The only reason I dealt with that nigga was because we were on a business level. We would occasionally have a drink or share some advice around the office from time to time, but nothing to where it would be personal. There was love lost. That nigga needed to stop running in every ratchet stripper and he wouldn’t have lost his bitch. He was lucky I left the office because I was going to lay his ass out and then smoke the rest of his weed.
Tyrisha moved on . Everybody fucking knew she moved on. He was the only one thinking she was sitting around waiting for him to finally get his act together. She had been messing around with my brother for a long time. It was so obvious and it was sitting in his face. He was too dumb to notice.
Moses and I were half-brothers,
“Nah , I'm good. I'm about to head back to Miami. The room is paid up for another week, so enjoy,” I said, wrapping the towel around my waist.
“Cool . I’ll fly my sister and cousin down to hang with me.”
“That’s why I fuck with you.” I kissed her on her forehead and slapped her fat ass .
** *
I was back home in Miami that night . I handled shit with Mezzie. She was moved into another apartment in the same building, just one floor up. She was happy and stopped calling me once the movers came to move her stuff.
Now , I was on the hunt for Tyrisha. The bitch was missing in action and didn’t answer her phone. I went to the house and all her shit was gone and my staff had been fired. I called Tiffany and she didn’t answer. I called Tyrisha’s mother in New York, but she hadn’t heard from her in a week. So, now, I was convinced that the bitch was either dead or had finally found out about Mezzie and my kids.
“Yo, meet me at my office in an hour,” I said to Quint.
“Ight,” was all he said before hanging up.
No questions asked and that was why I fucked with him the long way.
An hour later, we were sitting in my office, drinking a bottle of Ciroc and rolling up some loud. I was relaxed enough to address the problem that was at hand.
“Have you seen or heard from Tyrisha, my nigga,” I asked him, paying close attention to how he responded.
“I heard Tiff talking to her. That’s about it. Why? What’s up?” he asked, taking a puff from his blunt and blowing small circles.
“That bitch went M.I.A and won’t answer my calls . I'm at the point where I'm not worried, but I'm pissed the fuck off right now. I want to know where the fuck she at right now.
S o, give Tiffany, the bitch ass liar, a message for me. Tell Tyrisha to call me or send me a fuckin’ telegram if she want, but I wanna know where the fuck she at and right now.” I threw my glass across the room at my receptionist desk.
I was beyond pissed off with the run around game and it was becoming apparent because I never lost my cool like I just had.
“First off , nigga, I ain’t a messenger. So, if you got a message for Tiffany, you can address her correctly and respectfully. And, if you must know your bitch has moved on. If you wasn’t spreading your seed in everybody you would know,” he said and walked out my office, leaving the blunt still lit in the ash tray.
“Fuck you, too, nigga! Fuck everybody!” I screamed and threw my Tiffany vase across the room with the other glass I broke. I sat down, planning my next move.
Quinton and Tyrisha , both, had to go and if Tiffany wanted some, she could go right along where they were going.
Chapter Eighteen
Quinton
I left the office, got in my Jeep and took off toward home. Tiffany and Madison were staying there until her new house was done being renovated. She had moved out the hotel and decided to stay with me because she didn’t have to keep paying rent. It was soon, but I felt comfortable with them there. That was all that mattered.
Tone had missed me with all that barking orders shit . The only reason I dealt with that nigga was because we were on a business level. We would occasionally have a drink or share some advice around the office from time to time, but nothing to where it would be personal. There was love lost. That nigga needed to stop running in every ratchet stripper and he wouldn’t have lost his bitch. He was lucky I left the office because I was going to lay his ass out and then smoke the rest of his weed.
Tyrisha moved on . Everybody fucking knew she moved on. He was the only one thinking she was sitting around waiting for him to finally get his act together. She had been messing around with my brother for a long time. It was so obvious and it was sitting in his face. He was too dumb to notice.
Moses and I were half-brothers,
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