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  “Damn, Tori, bring it down. Do you need some dick or something because you’ve been pretty bitchy lately?” I said.

  “No, I don’t need any more dick. Dick is why I’m in this predicament,” she huffed.

  “What? What predicament?” Gemma said first, asking what I figured we were all thinking.

  “I’m pregnant,” Tori said.

  “Oh, my God!” I squealed, and all the girls cheered excitedly.

  “Calm down, calm down, ladies, damn. I’m not happy about this,” she cried.

  “Oh Lord, here we go,” Chas said.

  “Here we go what, Chasity?” Tori barked.

  “You are about to give us a laundry list of shit of how the timing isn’t right, I’m still trying to finish my masters and blah, blah, blah.”

  “Well, it’s the truth,” Tori spat.

  I spoke up because Chasity was blunt as fuck, so was Gemma. “What Chas is saying, Tori, is it will never be the right time. You will still accomplish all that you are trying to accomplish, and this baby won’t stop your show. Your husband is a doctor, and y’all live well. The rough patch with you and Ethan is so far behind you. Be happy for once and not look at this as a bad thing.”

  “But, I –” she tried to say.

  “No, buts Tori,” Grace said. “This is a blessing, and you can still get your degrees and shit with a kid.”

  “Damn, y’all think y’all know everything,” Tori whined.

  “We do, and we know that the black dress is the dress for Gabby’s ass, so try that shit on so we can roll. I got other shit to do today,” Gemma ordered.

  “Fine, damn! I’ll try on the black, shit!” I spat, then I went back into the dressing room and put it on.

  I hated to admit it, but they were right. It was absolutely gorgeous on me. A plunging neckline that showed my cleavage and it hugged my curves just right with just the right amount of sparkle. I didn’t even want to go out and hear them throw it in my face about how they were right, but I went on out to model it for them. When I finally stepped out, they all applauded, and I agreed it was the right dress.

  “See if you can drop it,” Chas teased. And I did a couple of squats, goofing off with my girls.

  “That’s right, baby. Gutta is going to love that dress,” Grace cheered.

  I stopped debating and went back to put on my clothes. I paid for my dress, and then we went to eat. When I got home, I called my man and confirmed I’d be at Passion’s that night to hang with him. I convinced him to just let me meet him at the club and assured him that he didn’t need to send a car. I had plans to pick up Grace and Gemma.

  A couple of hours later, when I was dressed, I headed out to my car and paused in my tracks. The words whore and bitch had been spray painted all over my car, and I immediately started to panic. I looked up and down my block and decided to hurry back inside. I quickly locked my door, my heart beating out of control. I dialed 9-1-1, and after they said they send someone, I called Gutta. It took him less than twenty minutes to make it to my place. I knew he had broken every traffic law to make it that fast.

  “It’s that bitch. I know it is,” I said.

  The police hadn’t made it to my place yet, and before I knew it, my sisters and friends were there. I knew Gutta called one of them, and they called each other. After the cops stated it wasn’t shit that they could do, I snatched the report from the officer's hand and pointed to the damn door. When the two fake ass officers left, my sisters, friends, and man all suggested I go to Gutta’s, but I wasn’t going to let a bitch run me up out of my house. Gutta insisted I pack a bag and leave until Malice and his crew could set up security cameras at my townhouse for me. I had never been shaken or scared of the bitches in Killeen, but Trina’s ass was Chicago crazy, a totally different breed from the chicks down south. I’d have to deal with that bitch differently.

  9

  Gutta

  My baby was sleeping so peacefully that morning, but I had an entire day of pampering planned for her, so she had to get up and eat the breakfast I made for her. It was her thirty-third birthday, and I had planned a day of massage, hair, nails, dining, drinks, and all with her crew. Then we’d end the night at Passion’s, and I’d lace her finger with the five-karat platinum diamond ring that I had gotten for her. I had a strong feeling she knew, but that didn’t deviate any of my plans for her. I wanted that day to be all about her, and I didn’t want her mind on the Trina situation. Saturday night her car was vandalized, and I assured her that I’d get her a new car. She complained about still having a note. That was easy too because I told her we’d trade it in after we had it painted and whatever the new note would be, I’d pay it.

  Of course, her stubborn ass tried to fight me on that, but there was no winning, so she gave in. We knew Trina’s ass was behind it, but that didn’t make me unblock my phone, nor did I take that bitch’s calls at my office. She knew better than to show up at my club. I hoped that would be Trina’s last stunt because I wasn’t used to stalker type shit, but I knew I’d have to get grimy if that bitch didn’t sit the fuck down.

  “Wake up,” I whispered and planted a kiss on the side of my baby’s face.

  She stirred. “No, it’s too early,” she grumbled.

  “Baby, it’s nine, and you have to eat so you can start your day,” I said.

  “Just ten more minutes, Gutta, ten. I can’t enjoy my day if I’m sleepy.”

  “But I have butter pecan pancakes,” I said, and she looked up.

  “You got BUTTER PECAN PANCAKES for me?”

  “I do,” I said, and she turned over and sat up.

  “Why didn’t you lead with that?” she said, wiping her eyes and yawning. I sat the tray in front of her. “Wait, bae, let me go potty first,” she said, and I lifted the tray. She threw back the covers, and I watched my baby’s sexy, curvy, naked body head to the bathroom. She was back in a flash, and as soon as I slid the tray back to her, she dug in. “So, what is all of these great things you’ve planned for me today?”

  “You know, all the stuff that you women like, like shopping, spa, hair, make-up, and all that jazz.”

  “That means I won’t spend my day with you.”

  “No, not your day, but the morning is for us. The car isn’t picking you up until two, so we have all morning and most of the early afternoon. Then I won’t see you again until later on tonight.”

  She smiled. “Baby, you are too good to me.”

  I chuckled. “Never too good. I love you, Muffy, and I’m going to spend eternity being the best man I can be.”

  “I know, and I appreciate you and love you so much, Gutta, but I have something I wanna say.”

  “Say it, babe. You know you can tell me anything.”

  “Trina is a problem.”

  “I know, but I’m not worried about her, Muffy.”

  “And why aren’t you? You saw what that crazy ho’ did to my car,” she cried.

  “I know, Gabby. Maybe I don’t know Trina as much as I thought I did, but she is just a woman scorned. This will blow over,” I insisted. I didn’t want to make Trina come up missing, but if provoked, I’d make a few phone calls.

  “Newsflash, Gutta, a woman scorned can be worse than a million-man army,” she said, and then my phone rang. I got up and went to my nightstand to retrieve it. When I saw it was Mari, I answered and told her to hold on. We had to go over the plans for the night, so I had to go to another room.

  “Gabby, it’s Mari. We have to discuss some details for the club tonight,” I said.

  “No, baby, I’m good, go handle your business,” she said and continued to eat her breakfast. I went downstairs to talk, and by two, my baby was off.

  I went by the club to check on things and then by my brother’s to get an update on Gabby’s place. I knew my brother was busy as hell, but he needed to make Gabby’s place a priority before I let her go home. Malice assured me his team would be done by Thursday, only a couple of days away, and that was perfect because school
was back in session by Monday.

  Chas kept me posted on their spa day, and when they alerted me that they were on their way to the club, I had everything ready to surprise my baby. Her girls walked in ahead of her while my doorman knew to stall her for me. How he did it, I didn’t care, but when she walked in, the entire club yelled surprise. That was the first time I had done anything on that scale at Passion’s, and it was perfect. My baby was dressed to kill in a smoking hot black dress, and for me, she didn’t straighten her hair because she knew I loved her curls.

  “Oh my God, Gutta, this is so perfect. I am speechless. Even my parents are here, how did you pull this off?”

  “Well, our parents were the hardest, but with Mari and your girls, things were smooth.”

  “Thanks, baby. This is the best birthday ever,” she said and wrapped her arms around my neck. We kissed passionately then I pulled back.

  “Muffy, you know what your kisses do to me, now. Let’s stop before I throw you over my shoulder and take you to my office,” I said.

  “Okay, okay, okay, bae, let’s dance,” she said, and we headed out to the floor.

  I kept making sure I kept up with the time because I wanted to propose to her right before midnight. By five minutes to midnight, I was pulling her towards the stage. As soon as we were front and center, I grabbed the mic, and the DJ killed the music. I spoke words from my heart, and a moment before the crowd started yelling out the countdown, she had accepted my proposal. I slid the ring on her finger, and when the clock struck midnight, I was a man engaged to the woman of my dreams. I was elated. I was sure our parents had already gone, but I didn’t care. It was all about Gabby and me.

  We danced on stage, and as soon as we ascended the stairs to go back to VIP, I laid eyes on Trina wearing the exact same dress that my woman had on. “The fuck! Who let her in here?” I said.

  And just then, Gabby let go of my hand and charged that bitch, knocking her and a table to the damn floor. Surprised by her reaction, I froze at first but then quickly ran over to pull Gabby ass off of Trina’s crazy ass.

  10

  Chas

  When the music stopped, and people started to yell, Rel and I turned to see what was going on. We were at the foot of the stage, so it didn't take long for me to see Gutta trying to pull Gabby off of someone, so Rel and I rushed over to assist. When we got close enough, I saw the person on the floor was Trina, so I ran over to her as she tried to get up, and I knocked that bitch back down to the floor. I lost control, and I started to punching and slapping the shit outta that whore. I felt someone pull me off of her, arms and feet flying as I begged whoever had me lifted in the air to let me go. Security was over in a flash. They pulled Trina up from the floor while Gabby and I yelled cuss words and threats.

  “Put her ass outta here!” Gutta yelled, and the security guy pulled her away. She had the nerve to look back at us with her bloody lip and smirk.

  “Bitch, this ain’t over!” Gabby yelled.

  “No, bitch, it ain’t over!” she shrieked. “And Gutta, you are going to regret dumping me for that basic, nappy-headed, fat bitch!” she roared as they dragged her ass towards the door.

  “We got you, bitch!” I yelled as the security guy took her away. The music was back on, and Rel and Gutta took Gabby and me back to his office.

  “What the fuck!” Gutta yelled.

  “That bitch is out of her mind and outta fucking control!” Gabby yelled, pacing back and forth.

  “I know, baby, but why did you attack her?!” Gutta yelled back.

  “Are you fucking serious right now?!” Gabby spat when she stopped in her tracks and threw up her hands.

  “Baby, are you okay?” Rel asked me.

  “Yea, I’m cool. Gabby, are you okay?” I asked.

  Her eyes welled. “Fuck, no!” she yelled. I went to comfort her, but she pushed me away. “No, Chas, no! Fuck this!” she blasted and then turned to Gutta. “Did you not notice that that crazy bitch had on the exact same dress that I have on?” she pointed out. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. “Yeah, you didn’t notice that shit, and that is why I tackled that bitch. She is following me, stalking me, and who the fuck knows what else. And yo’ ass keep telling me that she is harmless. This bitch fucked up my car, Gutta. She knows where I live. She shows up in my fucking dress,” Gabby said, now clapping her hands with each of her words. “Do you still think that bitch is harmless?!”

  The room was quiet at first. “I’ll take care of her,” Gutta said. He walked over to Gabby and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry, baby, I got you. I’ll handle this Trina situation. I promise you, baby. Please relax. Please calm down,” he said, trying to comfort my friend. I flopped down in a chair and then reached up to make sure my wig was still in place.

  “Baby, you still look good, and yo’ shit is intact,” Rel said.

  I chuckled and then stood. “Gab, are you going to be okay, babe?” I asked.

  “I’ll be fine, Chas.”

  “Yes, Chas, I got her,” Gutta said, holding her in his arms. The intense look on his face let me know that he needed a moment alone.

  “Okay,” I said and then turned my attention to Rel. “Let’s give them some privacy, babe,” I said.

  “Yeah, come on Mayweather,” Rel teased.

  I took his hand but paused. “Shiiiiidddd, Trina got off easy,” I joked and then turned back to Gabby. “You know I’ll always have your back,” I said.

  She gave me a have smile. “I know, and thank you for letting that bitch get those hands.”

  “You know I got’chu, Gab.” I held up my arms, and Gutta let her go. I gave her a hug and then Rel, and I went back out to party.

  As soon as I got back to the table, I was bombarded with questions, and Rel gave me some space to talk to my girls. We managed to still have a good time that night, but I could see the stress in Gabby’s eyes as she tried to make the best of a fucked-up situation.

  11

  Trina

  I got into my car furious as I searched my car for a tissue. I was jumped by them ho’s, and that muthafucka threw me out like I was trash. I’ma get his ass and that bitch. I was breathing hard. I was on fire, but then I started to laugh out loud. The truth was, I had that bitch shook. I knew I’d run her ass far away from Gutta, and he’d come crawling back to me.

  “Dumb motherfucker,” I said and then cranked my engine.

  I pulled out of the parking lot, my mind spinning out of control as I weaved in and out of traffic. I started to go home, but then I had a better idea. The last couple of days that bitch had been at Gutta’s, and since they were still at Passion’s, I’d go and show this bitch who I really was.

  “You wanna fucking fight me, you bitch ass bitch? You think you can take me, okay!” I roared.

  All they did was have security throw me out. Yeah, I had them scared. I was going to show Gabrielle that I was the muthafuckin’ queen, and Gutta will always be mine. I parked a little ways down from her place, and then I walked to an empty townhouse. I knew that sorry bitch would be with Gutta probably crying like a scared little girl, but I’d show her. Hell, I’d show him that I was who the fuck I say I am. I’m the queen bitch.

  I tried her door, and of course, it was locked, so I went around to her back porch, broke that bitch’s window and let myself in. I turned on the lights, and her place was cute and all, but basic just like her dumb ass. I took my time and went through all of her shit. When I came across a safe in her closet, I tried to open it, but it was to no avail. After I took a butcher knife to her furniture, destroyed the televisions mounted on her walls and knocked everything that hung on the walls to the floor, I went into her kitchen. I broke every muthafucking dish and then went for her closet. I fucked up shoes, clothes and after two hours of rearranging her place, I was exhausted. I went to her kitchen, grabbed her open bottle of WINE from her fridge, pulled out the wine stopper, and then turned the bottle up. After I drained the contents, I threw that bitch as hard as I coul
d, and it crashed against the wall. I laughed and stumbled through her place to turn out all the lights. Satisfied with my work, I made my exit through the front door, purposely leaving it wide open. I drove home with a bright smile on my face. I figured I’d be getting a visit or call from Gutta soon.

  12

  Gutta

  The ringing phone woke me out of my sleep, and I scrambled to get it. I looked at the screen, and it was Malice, so I accepted the call.

  “This better be good,” I said as soon as I answered.

  “I wish it were, but it’s not,” he said.

  I sat up. “Talk to me, bro. What’s the deal?”

  “My guys and I just got to Gabby’s. Y’all need to get over here pronto.”

  “What the fuck wrong now?” I questioned.

  “Just get over here. Shit is all the way fucked up, and I can’t let my guys go inside.”

  “Fuck!” I yelled. “We’ll be there shortly so sit tight.” I ended the call and shook my baby. “We gotta go to your place.”

  She stretched. “So early? I thought you said you gave Malice the key and he got it covered?”

  “I did, but he just called,” I said, and her head popped up.

  “No, no, no, what now, Gutta?”

  “Baby, I don’t know, but Malice said we need to get over there.” She nodded and hurried out of bed. We both threw on some loungewear and hurried over to her place. I was hoping that it wasn’t bad, but it was fucking bad.

  “Oh, my Jesus!” she cried when she walked in.

  Her place was a mess, and at first glance, nothing was salvageable. She covered her face and began to sob into her hands, and I just held her. She sobbed in my arms, and I knew what I had to do. Trina wasn’t going to stop. She had shown me that much. What she was doing was fucking with my lady and not me, and that was the last straw. I pulled Gabby out of there, and we sat in my car until the police arrived. She just sobbed, and I had no words because I didn’t know what to say to keep her from slapping the fuck outta me. I had assured her that Trina was harmless, but then she fucking strikes again, and I wanted to choke the fuck out of her.