Boss Bitch Swag by Cynthia White Read Free Book Online Page B

a crook in yo neck.”
     
    I sat up on the couch and wiped the sleep from my heavy eyes. It was too late : I already had a crook in my neck ; i t was stiff as a board thanks to the beer and the pint of Hennessy I cracked opened while I was waiting for Jazz to bring her ass home.
     
    “Where you been?” My voice didn’t even sound like mine ; i t belonged to some other nigga, one that didn’t trust anybody - especially not a bitch.
     
    “At my mom ’ s. We get along a whole lot betta now that we don’t live together.” She sat down on the couch right next to me. “Baby, guess what ? ”
     
    “What?” I really didn’t want to play her game , but I wanted to keep her talking. That was her weakness ; s he ran her mouth too damn much. Most chicks did. I knew that if I let her keep talking , she ’ d eventually talk herself into some trouble. All I had to do was sit back and listen.
     
    “My mama got a job. She gonna be workin ’ in a bank as a teller.” She began to let her motor mouth run. “She starts Monday. She even started back goin’ to AA. I think she’s for real this time. I mean , even if -”
     
    “Where else you been?” I cut her off. I had to. Good for her moms and all , but at that moment I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted to know what she wasn’t telling me ; a ll the other bullshit could wait.
     
    “We went to the play - which was hilarious by the way - to The Steakhouse , and then we went back to her house for a while.” She smiled. “And just talked. I can't even remember the last time I saw her so happy. It was nice.”
     
    She could put those dimples away ; t hey weren’t working on me anymore. I knew she was guilty of something
- I just didn’t know what.
     
    “Jazz, just tell me where the fuck you really been , ” I told her flat out. “Who you fuckin’?”
     
    “What?” She kicked off her heels and rose to her feet. “What did you just ask me?”
     
    “Jasmine, I swear to G od if I find out -”
     
    “Find out what ?!” s he yelled so loud , I wanted to smack the taste out of her mouth. “You got something to ask me , then why don’t you just be a man and ask.”
     
    To make shit fair , I rose to my feet as well. She wasn’t about to keep talking over me like I was a little kid. Fuck that shit. She wanted war - but little did she know , I ’ d been plotting my attack all night.
     
    “You fuckin’ somebody else, Jazz?”
     
    “Nigga, I can’t even believe you.” She squeezed out two tears for dramatic effect. “Are you serious?” Her hands reached out for me , but I pushed them away. “Malcolm, I’m carryin' yo child.”
     
    She only called me Malcolm when she wanted something. Not this time. I was done being her sucker ; l et the next nigga keep her in Fendi purses and Gucci heels.
     
    “I think you should go back and stay with yo moms.” That was the last thing I said to her that entire night. My mind was fucked up. If we would have kept on arguing , I would have ended up hurting her ass. I never wanted to be the type of nigga that put his hands on a female , so I walked away. I went into my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
     
    I couldn’t sleep that night ; Jasmine’s cries wouldn’t let me. They went on and on until finally around five that morning they just stopped ; s he ’d cried herself to sleep. I lay alone in my big bed, coming down off my high, wondering what the hell happened. I knew I fucked up. I didn’t have any proof Jazz was cheating on me, but I ran with it anyway. I let that nigga Ren get inside my head when I saw the way he looked at Jazz. I knew he wanted to fuck her , and I let that nigga turn me against her anyway. I had to apologize to my baby. As soon as she woke up , I was going to tell her I was sorry and beg her to forgive me. All I had to do was wait.
     
    I got a call on my cell early that morning from Gina. She was with some cats from New York who were only in town for a couple days and wanted to