Cheaper to Keep Her Part 3 by Kiki Swinson Read Free Book Online Page A

So, I just allowed him to say whatever he wanted to. “How much gas is in the car?” he asked me.
    “It’s half full.”
    “Well, get up ’cause I’m gonna need you to run to the store for me.”
    I rolled my eyes as I dragged myself off the sofa slowly, because I was not in the mood to go anywhere. Bishop saw my facial expression and had something to say. “Why the fuck you frowning?”
    “I’m not frowning,” I replied immediately.
    “Then, what do you call it?”
    “Why are you trying to start an argument? Everything was fine before you came in here,” I commented sarcastically.
    “Don’t forget that you’re in here because I pay the motherfucking bills.”
    I sighed and totally disregarded his comment. I knew he paid the bills so why should I add fuel to the fire. It was obvious he was still pissed off at me for answering his cell last night. It made me wonder about this Chrissy chick.
    Anyway, to avoid an all out war with him, I tried to diffuse the situation by asking him what he needed from the store. He gave me a list of five items that he wanted me to get. After he peeled off two twenty dollar bills from the bank roll he had in his front pocket, I grabbed my things and headed back out the front door.
    En route to the supermarket, I thought about Bishop’s plot to send me on an errand run so he could be in the apartment alone. It bothered me that he didn’t give me enough credit to know what’s going on. Those asshole flunkies of his didn’t burst into my apartment for nothing. Bishop’s plan to scare the hell out of me was done to prepare me for what he had stashed at the apartment. He acted as if I never had a nigga in my life who didn’t hustle and kept his dough stashed in a few hiding spots around the house. Quiet as it was kept, I had fucked more cats in my life that hustled in the streets than worked a nine to five. Hell, Bishop needed to get with the program.
    The more I thought about it, I realized it would be kind of weird to fuck with a cat that had a legitimate job. How would I be able to steal money from his stash if he didn’t have one in the first place? That would be a disaster if you asked me. Chicks like me always needed a gangster, his money, a Taser for bitches like Keisha and a get out of jail free-card when shit started to pop off. If all of those things are in order, my life would probably run smoothly. Kind of run smoothly.
    While I was at the checkout counter paying for the things Bishop asked me to get, my Blackberry rang. I looked down at the caller ID and saw an unfamiliar number. It was a New Jersey area code. Although I had my doubts, I answered it. “Hello,” I said. But the caller on the other end didn’t say a word. It was dead silence. “Hello,” I said once again. This time I heard a muffled noise, so I said hello for a third time. After getting no response for a third time, I disconnected the call.
    Walking outside to the car I thought about the phone call I had just gotten. Curiosity tore me apart on the inside. I wanted to know who was on the other end so I contemplated dialing the number back. When the possibility of it being Keisha’s dumb ass came to mind, I knew not to waste my precious time. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had gotten my number out of Bishop’s cell phone this morning. I knew one thing, if I found out it was her, she and I were going to have some serious problems and there wouldn’t be a happy ending.
    Back at the apartment, Bishop was nowhere in sight. I searched the entire place and I ended up with nothing. The thought of feeling stupid engulfed me and I became livid instantly. The grocery bag containing his fucking cigarette lighter, sandwich bags, baking soda, a two-liter Pepsi and plastic cups were tossed on the kitchen table the moment I entered the kitchen. I couldn’t hold my composure. I had to get Bishop on the phone and blast his ass for sending me on a dummy run to the fucking supermarket to get him some shit he