Welfare Wifeys by K'wan Read Free Book Online Page B

Cutty, Rio, and Shamel had been like the Holy Trinity of the crack game, but even the best runs come to an end. Cutty received twenty-five to life, but he got off easy compared to his comrades. Shamel had fallen in the line of duty, and Rio fed himself a bullet after the accidental deathof his girlfriend. There had been a number of heirs to the projects to come after them, but none were as well remembered as the trio.
    “Ain’t nobody forgot nothing, Cutty, but you can’t eat a memory,” Jada shot back.
    “See you’re gonna make me say some shit to you over this phone that might get me another charge.”
    “As if it would make a difference,” Jada mumbled.
    “Fuck all the smart shit you’re talking. What happened to that thing you were supposed to do for me a few weeks back? You were supposed to meet up with my man’s sister so you can settle that debt for me and you never called her.”
    “My bad, I had to go to Davita’s school and when I tried to hit shorty back to reschedule I kept getting the voice mail. I’ll get around to it,” she said as if it was nothing.
    “Jada, you know better than to come at me with that bozo shit. I’m in prison, not the streets. You can’t really promise a nigga something in here and not come through. Behind the wall all you got is your word and Cutty’s word is his bond.”
    “Sorry,” she mumbled.
    “So I’m noticing. You’re not only sorry, Jada, but you’re trifling too.”
    “What kinda bullshit are you talking about now?”
    “I’m talking about after I couldn’t get you on the line I had my mom go to the stash-account to take care of it for me.”
    Jada was shocked. “Your mother? I know you didn’t let your mama have access to our bank account?”
    “
My
bank account and yes, I did. What you thought I was gonna jam myself by only allowing you to have access?” Cutty laughed. “This ain’t Casino, baby, and you ain’t Ginger.”
    “Cutty, that’s some real shady shit to say,” Jada told him.
    “Nah, what’s shady is the punch line of this fucked up ass joke. My mom said that account is short.”
    “Cutty, I know that money is only supposed to be for emergencies,but I had to tap it to take care of a few things. Welfare don’t hardly give you enough to make ends meet. Just last week I had to go to building fifty-five and—”
    “Jada, if you say one more thing other than the truth, as God is my witness I’m gonna reach through this phone and rip your fucking lips off,” he cut her off. “I’m missing almost twenty thousand dollars and I wanna know where the fuck it is?”
    Jada was speechless at first. She had been tapping into the money here and there, but she hadn’t expected the tally to be so high. “Cutty, you mother must have it wrong because—” she began, but he cut her off again.
    “Jada, you’re already insulting my intelligence so please don’t insult my mother too. The bottom line is that I wanna know where my money is, and if you can’t tell me that then you need to tell me how you plan to put it back.”
    “Nigga, I know you ain’t trying to call me no thief?” Jada got indignant as she tried to spin a plausible lie in her head that would explain where the money had gone.
    “I ain’t
trying
to tell you shit. What I
am
telling you is that if you don’t produce my bread, immediately, me and you gonna have a problem, bitch.”
    “Hold the fuck on. Who do you think you’re talking to?”
    “I’m talking to the trifling cunt that my dumb ass trusted with my life and my kid!” he raged.
    “Fuck you, ya mama’s a cunt! Cock-eyed old bitch!” Jada yelled back.
    “Jada, I don’t know what the fuck you’re out there doing with my bread, but you better give me back what belongs to me or you’re gonna be the sorriest black bitch in Harlem,” Cutty warned her.
    “I know you ain’t trying to send no threats this way like I’m some punk bitch?” Jada’s tone darkened. “Cutty, you know how the Butlers give it