Sheisty by T.N. Baker

believe in using condoms and now half his baby's momma's wanna take him to court for child support. As far as him hustling, his product must not be moving to well 'cause lately he ain't been spending money like he used to. Now, he's breaking the # 1 rule of the drug game: Getting high on his own supply.
    "C, what's up? Is everything okay?" I asked.
    "I'm good," he said.
    "You sure, cause I didn't know you was getting high."
    "What the fuck is you talking 'bout, 'getting high.' Shit, every muthafucka out there hustling fuck with lil' girl every now and then. You don't be complaining when you getting this stiff dick up in you, huh, thanks to this shit right here," he said sounding very irritated.
    "Listen, calm down, I just didn't know C-God. I barely see you anymore," I said, feeling a little intimidated by his tone.
    "Well, I can't fuck with you all the time. A nigga gotta make money. Especially, since you be in my fucking pockets all the time. So, don't start beating me in my fuckin' head 'bout what the fuck I do with my time cause I'ma start dismissing bitches and niggas, whoever trying to stop me from getting that paper.
    That's my word nigga's don't know. I want it all and if I gotta start killing muthafuckas for it, then that's what it's 'gon be. These niggas is out here pushing fly ass whips, bouncing in and out of town and shit like they the Kings of fucking New York, they 'bout to get it and they ain't even gonna see it coming. On that note, yo, I'm out. I got moves to make." C-God grabbed his pint of Remy V.S.O.P. and headed out my front door.
    "I started to assume shit. Could he be talking about Malikai and Tucker? They be out of town a lot and Tucker does push a 745LI BMW, SL500 Mercedes and a Range Rover; Mali just has his Navigator truck. With all the questions he be asking me about Keisha, it's possible. I don't know what to do. If I tell Tucker and Mali to watch their back, then C might fuck me up and I ain't trying to have that happen. Besides, what if I'm wrong? I'm sure there's other nigga's out there getting money in and out of town. I'ma just mind my business.
    It's been two weeks since C-God walked out of here talking shit that night. He hasn't called me and I haven't called him. Part of me misses him and his money. The other part just doesn't want to fuck with him anymore because of the way he acted. I've been over Keisha's crib a lot lately helping her get this wedding together and neither she nor Tucker mentioned any possible beef with C-God. Keisha knew I was fucking with him so believe me if there was some drama involving Tucker she would have said something to me about it by now.
    Watching Keisha and Tucker all over each other kissing and laughing made me miss C-God more and more. We had good times too and maybe I should've been easy, knowing the stress he's been going through.
    When I got in my car to head home, the first thing I did was call him. I didn't want to call the cell so I just left a message on his 2-way telling him how much I missed him, that way if he felt the same he'd hit me back. In less then two minutes after leaving that message my cell was ringing, it was C calling me back.
    He apologized for the way he acted. He said the only reason he didn't call me was because he felt like maybe he might of turned me off when I seen him sniff coke. He assured me that it wasn't a habit and if I was uncomfortable with it, he promised to not even fuck around with it.
    Then he said, "You know I love you, babygirl." A big Kool-Aid smile grew across my face as I said, "I love you back. Now, can you meet me at my house and give me some of that stiff dick?"
    "I'm on my way," he replied.

SHANA
    I know it had to be Epiphany that called and had him flying outta here. If it was one of his babies' mommas or business, he would've talked in front of me. He told me about their argument, but I guess all that talk about him not fucking with her boring ass anymore was just a bunch of bullshit. I ain't stressing