What Would You Do: Chapter 4

Jizzy

“He want us to do what?” Kandy yelled while still managing to smack her gum loudly in my ear.

After going home and sleeping on it, I woke up and called Jace to see if he was still thinking about going through with his plan.

He said that ‘not a damn thing had changed’, so my next move was to call Kandy and let her know.

“It shouldn’t be that hard a job for us. We ain’t even gotta fuck him. We just gotta pretend like we are gonna fuck him.” I said before bending over and picking up her dog, CoKa.

She was a pure white Pomeranian and the cutest thing that I’d seen in a while. Sometimes Jace would mention the possibility of us having a child one day. I had no intentions of having any human children. A puppy like CoKa would do when the time was right.

“Look…how much is my cut?” Kandy sat back in her chair with her eyebrows raised. My eyes snapped from her over to the older Latina woman who was mopping the floors. For the life of me I couldn’t understand how she was able to afford all the shit that she had. We made about the same amount at the club, but Jace and I didn’t have no damn maid service.

“We won’t know until we divide up everything afterwards. Gotta see how much we gone get.” I placed CoKa back down on the floor after she had started wiggling too much and started walking to the kitchen to wash my hands. I noticed that Kandy had done a lot of upgrades to her townhome since I had last been there. She had new furniture, wood floors and her kitchen had new stainless steel appliances.

“Girl, you don’t  seem like you even need a cut of this. Trelon is breaking you off pretty decent,” I said. I was doing an awful job at trying to fish for information, but I knew I didn’t need to try hard at it. Kandy was one of those people who loved to brag about all the things that her pussy could give her.

“Yeah, girl. This nigga I got is doing shit the right way. I got his ass right where I want him,” she smirked and ran her hand through her short hair. “If I play my cards right maybe I can even move out of this shit.”

“There is nothing wrong with your spot. It’s only you,” I replied as I walked back into the dining area and sat down at the table across from her.

“Your ass would say that nothing is wrong with the place. Look at where the hell you’re living. Everybody ain’t able.”

Apparently we ain’t able either. I thought to myself. I was worried about our finances ever since the night before when I heard Jace lie about paying the liquor bill. I really didn’t want to go through the plan tonight, but I felt like my hands were tied. It seemed like a desperate plan. Now I knew that it was. He hadn’t really thought it out because he was short on cash. I didn’t know why, but I would ask him when the time was right.

“Well, girl…I don’t want to rush you or anything but my man about to come over here. So…you might need to get going. Unless you wanna watch…” Kandy gave me a coy smile and I shook my head swiftly.

“Hell, naw. I’m out. I’ll see you later on tonight. I’ll keep you posted on the details.”

I stood up and grabbed my Michael Kors bag from off the table. Being with Jace, I had gotten used to nice things. But as I looked at the bag, I wondered if it would be the last one that I had in a while. It was the latest one that he had bought me and it was already over a month old.

“Alright, girl. We’ll chat later.”

*

“Shit!” I said throwing my phone down on the bed beside me. I had been calling Jace’s phone for the last hour and he still wasn’t picking up. He wasn’t answering any of my text messages either.

I was pissed. The last time I had heard from him was the night before when I left the club. I had broke him off some pussy before I left but I knew it didn’t mean shit. That nigga could fuck me one minute and fall into some hoes deep Grand Canyon pussy the next without even washing his dick.

I’m tired of having to beat these nasty bitches over my man!

The last time Jace cheated on me it was with a nasty bitch by the name of Monique. She had the fakest looking and cheapest lace-front wig known to man and she wore that shit like it was a crown. Before the lace-front, she donned some big old doo-doo braids and plastered her “baby hair” all over her forehead as if it was made to cling to her it like the broken off pieces of a dirty ass wet mop.

I had a suspicion that Jace had been fucking around with her because all of a sudden the bitch had decided that she could talk slick to me in the locker room while all the girls was getting dressed to do their numbers. She never pulled it when we were one-on-one or when there weren’t that many people around. She waited  for a crowd.

I punched her ass so hard after she talked shit one day that I knocked one of her teeth loose. When I was cleaning Jace’s clothes and saw a nasty, brown tooth hanging on the inside hem of his boxers, I knew exactly who it belonged to.

I stormed to his office at the strip-club to confront him about it and saw the snagga-tooth bitch on her hands and knees slopping up his dick as if she was enjoying the advantage of not having that extra tooth in the way while giving Jace her services.

Jace, on the other hand, looked happy as can be with his head laid back on the top edge of the chair and his mouth wide open. He was so much in his trance that he didn’t even notice that I had walked into the room. His hands were at the back of Monique’s head pushing her further and further down on his rod and she was happily obliging. I was stuck in place, gawking at them with my mouth wide open until I saw that Monique was looking right at me as she slobbered all over my man, with an evil smile on her face.

I ran up on her and grabbed her by her lace-front, ripping it straight off her head. Jace’s head snapped up and he jumped out of his chair, slamming his dick down her throat and gagging her in the process. He kneed her away and jumped into the corner to fix his clothing and I preceded to give her the beat-down of the century right there in his office.

She was so bloody and beaten by the time that I allowed her ass to leave that I heard her roommate had to take her to the emergency room. I never saw her again and that was smart for her because I was ready to beat that ass again on sight if I ever did.

I picked up my phone and tried once more to call Jace and I got no answer.

“I know this nigga better not be fucking around on me again, I swear fo’ God this time I might kill his ass!” I jumped up out of the bed and grabbed my car keys before slipping my feet into my black and red Jordans. I was about to hit up all the spots of his usual hoes to see if his car was posted outside.

Fucking around with this nigga is gone get me life in the pen.

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