Thug Matrimony by Wahida Clark Read Free Book Online

it. So let’s go. Vic is not coming over here.”
    Kaylin jumped up off the couch and, taking three steps at a time, was up the stairs and banging on Bianca’s bedroom door.
    “Bianca. Call that nigga and tell him I’m waiting on him and if I gotta come looking for him he’s gonna wish he was dead. Tell him he has until daybreak.”
    As he came down the stairs, Angel cringed when she saw that he had on his special steel-toe stomp-you-to-the-ground boots. When he flopped back down on the couch he grabbed the remote and said, “Angel, go home. I can’t deal with you right now.”
    “Well, when do you plan on dealing with
us,
Kaylin? It ain’t just me. It’s
us.
I don’t care how mad you are, we are going to deal with
us
right now!”
    “Damn, Angel. What the fuck do you want from me? I told you I’m not ready to deal with you yet.”
    “I want you to come home, nigga. To straighten this shit out. I’m tired of negotiating with you, Kaylin.”
    “Ma, I ain’t going home until I’m ready. Now take yo’ ass home.”
    “I am going home but it’s best to believe you’ll be right withme. You can believe that. You gonna let that nigga fuck up our shit? I am not gonna have a bastard child. No. No. No. I did not come all this way with you to be treated like a fuckin’ jump-off.”
    “I’m not going home, Red,” he interjected.
    “Your ass is coming home until after the baby is born. Your ass will be in the delivery room and your ass will be there to sign the birth certificate. After that, it’s on you. If you wanna be a fuckin’ sperm donor, cool. Do you, nigga? Because me and mines, we gonna be aiight. But for now we gonna do this shit my way. It’s your turn to be there for me, like I’ve always been there for you. For now it’s all about family. Our family. I’m not your baby’s mama. I’m not wifey. Nigga, I’m the wife! And you know that there is nothing … nothing I won’t do for you. However, I am officially tired. The old Angel is gone. And I refuse to allow you to fuck up my happiness. I’m tired of begging and pleading with you to do right by me. But you are going to do right by this baby. You are going to come home, we are going to continue to run
our
business, and you are gonna support me throughout this pregnancy, up to the signing of the birth certificate.”
    “Are you done delivering your sermon now?” Kaylin asked dryly. Angel shot him a
fuck with me if you want to
look. “Good. He ignored it; now take your ass home.”
    “Nigga, you heard loud and clear what I just said. I told you
we
are leaving together.” She sat down on the couch next to him and folded her arms across her chest.
    Kaylin sighed as he turned his attention to the muted TV screen.
    Angel had dozed off but was awakened when she heard Bianca yelling for Kaylin to please stop as he dragged Vic down the basement stairs. Bianca closed the basement door and stood there crying. Angel jumped up, ran over to her, and walked her toward the kitchen, as far away from the noise as possible.
    “All he did was tap Malik on his behind a couple of times. Itwasn’t even hard, Angel. Vic didn’t mean any harm. Why does Kay have to take everything to the extreme? How is he going to tell me who I can and cannot see?”
    “Girl, you know how Kaylin is about Malik.” They both stood still as they heard the rumbling in the basement. Bianca looked like she was getting sick.
    Finally, Kaylin came bursting through the basement door huffing and puffing. “Bianca, I want that nigga out of here, away from my son.”
    “He is not going anywhere!” she screamed. “You are not my guardian. I’m not going to continue to allow you to dictate who I can and cannot see. I was right there, Kay. He only tapped Malik and with an oven mit, Kay. I would never allow anyone to hurt my son, and you know that. You just don’t like Vic.”
    “Aiight, then. Do you. But you won’t do you around my son.”
    “He’s my son too, Kay.”
    “Do