Still Sheisty: Part 2 (Triple Crown Publications Presents) (13 page)

'323 where the fuck is that?'
"Hello?" Epiphany answered.

"What up, Beautiful?" said the man's voice.

"You got the beautiful part right, but who is this?" She responded.

"Damn Ma, you forgot about me already, huh? It's Wild, how you doing?"

"Oh hey, I'm good. I thought you forgot about me."

"Nah never that, I just been tied up out here in LA trying to blaze some tracks, that's all."

"Oh, so when you coming back to NY?"

"I'm flying in tonight, late night, but I was hoping we can get together sometime tomorrow.

"Well, call me tomorrow and I'll let you know." Epiphany didn't want to seem as anxious as she really was.

"Oh, you'll let me know, huh? Why you can't just say yeah now?"

"Because, I'm gonna be kind of busy tomorrow. I don't wanna commit to anything now and then have to disappoint you later. You know what I'm saying? It's called having consideration." Epiphany said with sarcasm.

"I'll see you tomorrow, early, so we could spend all day and night together, a'ight shorty?" Wild disregarded her weak excuse. His confidence turned her on and brought a smile to her face.

"Yeah okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye" Wild's call had completely taken her mind off of her revelations, well maybe not completely, but Epiphany was starting to feel like the more she remembered about her past and it's horrid details the less she wanted to remember.
'Maybe it was best to just put it all behind
me, besides no one has seen or heard from C-God anyway.'

Once Shana dropped Keisha back off at Epiphany's parents
house she went home and waited impatiently for K.C. to get his
ass home.
She sat on the couch staring at the glossy Kodak print out of him all over some high yellow bitch, who looked like she might have been cute if she didn't suffered from a severe case of ache. She was ticked off, but the funny thing about the whole situation was that she already had a gut feeling that he was fucking around on her. If that wasn't enough evidence, her suffering from dick deprivation should have been another clue. It seems like the only time he wanted to fuck her was when she wanted to argue about his bullshit behavior. Shana wasn't happy. K.C.

was obviously doing him, the bitch in the photo and who ever else he was out there screwing, but it certainly wasn't her.

'I can't believe I'm still paying that muthafucka, Smitty,
money, for what? To keep a dumb little secret from a nigga that
don't even want to be kept.'
Just as that thought ran through Shana's mind she heard K.C.'s keys rattling at the door. Quickly, she laid the photo down right in front of her, on the coffee table, just to see how long it would take him to notice it. Only, when he walked in he wasn't alone, Smitty trailed in right behind him.

Instantly, her attitude got worst, sucking her teeth she snatch up the picture not wanting Smitty all up in their business, although he most likely knew way more dirt then she could ever imagine.

"What up, Sha?" K.C. said as he placed his car keys and cell phone down on the coffee table, right in the same spot the photo was.

"I need to talk to you, but I see you got your shadow with you." Shana said giving K.C. the head movement and eye rolling treatment.

"Well hello to you to, Sha." Smitty said to further aggravate her. Shana just rolled her eyes again and waited for K.C.'s response.

"Yeah, so can't it wait?" K.C. said.

"No it can't fucking wait, I'm tired of being put on hold for this muthafucka," she said pointing at Smitty. "So either you excuse him, or I'll say what the fuck I gotta say right in front of him."

"Yo Smitty, you see what the fuck I gotta deal with all the time. Yo, I'm telling you, a nigga be trying to keep from fucking a bitch up." K.C. said feeling like Shana was trying to punk him in front of his boy. His nose began to flare up and he balled his fist tightly trying to compose his anger.

"Yeah nigga I, feel you, but yo I'm out. You need to get that shit under wraps dawg, cause word up she stay with an attitude." Smitty added his two cents, as usual.

"I'ma handle this, but just hit me later." K.C. said.

"Who the fuck is this bitch, huh?" Shana raised her voice as soon as he shut the door behind Smitty. Waiving the photo in K.C. face she demanded an answer. "Yeah, muthafucka you busted." K.C. looked closely at the picture and laughed.

"Where you get that from? I don't know who she is and that ain't me."

"You'se a lying ass. So, that's how you gon' go out, huh? You can't even be a man and admit the shit you do. Who is she, K.C.?"

"Yo, I'm out man, because you be bugging the fuck out and I'm telling you, you gon' make me fuck you up." K.C. reached for his car keys on the table. Shana made a quick dash for the keys along with his cell phone and hauled ass to the bedroom locking the door behind her.

"Now muthafucka you wanna play games? Lets play games.

You ain't going no-fucking-where. I got your phone and your key, so if you want your shit back you better start confessing nigga." Shana yelled from the other side of the door while trying to catch her breath from that olympic sprint she just made.

"Bitch don't fuck with me, open the door and give me my shit." K.C. shouted as he tried to kick down the door. Yo wait 'til I open this door, Shana. I'm a-" K.C. had to catch his breath. "Yo, I think you be wanting a nigga to fuck you up--you like that shit, huh? Open this fucking door!!!" Shana ignored his threats and continued to question the girl's identity while he stood on the other side of the bedroom door, trying to figure out a way to pick the lock or bust through it. Inside she prayed hard that the door would not give -way.

"Let me see, Kiana. Who the fuck is Kiana? Latrell, Meeka, Valerie," Shana called out each females name as she strolled down and deleted them out of his phones memory, one by one.

"Just tell me who this chick in the picture is. I see you've been real busy lately, but where was all these hoes at when your ass was locked up, huh? I can't do this shit no more K.C." Shana screamed.

"Ahhh, come on Sha." K.C. showed a little compassion for her feelings. "Listen Sha, them bitches don't mean shit to me, a'ight. I'll admit, occasionally I
might
fuck around on you, but that shit don't mean that I don't love you. You just need to understand that I was married to this drug game shit, the streets and every thing in it, long before you and on the real those are the only things I know how to be committed to. The streets ain't never going nowhere and cause of that, a nigga like me gon' always get paper."

"K.C., what does all of that have to do with you fucking around on me?"

"Sha, didn't I just say, I don't give a fuck about those bitches. They just hoes that come alone with the game. I made you my wife, but you need to accept me for the nigga I am and the fucked up shit I do, because at the end of the day I'm coming home to you. Yeah I fucked up the other night, but I was out all night handling business. Sha you held me down when I was fucked up, so I ain't gon' never play you. Now open the door."

"K.C. I'm not gonna open the door until you tell me who this girl is."

"Yo, are you hearing what I said to you? She ain't nobody Sha, so stop dwelling on that hoe and open the door. Come on yo, I ain't gonna do nothing to you. I just wanna chill with you, a'ight, open the door."

Shana unlocked the door and slowly backed away from it just incase he came in swinging. Fortunately for Shana, K.C. had already gotten over being mad thirty minutes ago, besides the number one rule in the players manual is to always treat the one you love better than the hoes you fuck. He knew in order to keep the peace, you had to take care of home first and he wasn't holding down that part. So for the rest of the evening he did some serious making up in hopes that Shana would get off his back for a while.

"Yo, how I get to you?"
Wild said as soon a Epiphany picked up her cellphone.

"Well, hello to you, too." Epiphany said as she glanced over at the clock, which read 9:00 am.

"Oh my bad, hello pretty, now how do I get to you once I hit Queens?" Epiphany smiled, liking his persistence, and gave him directions. "A'ight, I should be there in like 45 minutes and bring a few things just in case I decide to kidnap you for a couple of days."

"Okay, I'll see you when you get here." After ending the call, Epiphany excitedly jumped out of bed to search through her many clothes for the right outfits to pack. She decided to wear her hot pink Roberto Cavalli sundress along with her Prada sandals and matching purse. She packed three other cute outfits that showed expensive taste, class and style, because by no means did she want him to think she was anything less than fabulous.

Keisha was awakened by the noise Epiphany made as she rush to get herself together.

"Girl, where you going?" she asked.

"Oh, remember the guy that I was chilling with at Suede, the producer I told you about?"

"Yeah." Keisha said.

"Well, I'll be with him for a couple of days." answered Epiphany.

"I hear that, have fun. I got me a date tonight, too," boasted Keisha.

"Get out, you mean to tell me that you finally decide to move on. With who?"

"With this guy I met at Kinko's yesterday with Shana."

"He works in Kinko's?" Epiphany said, not even trying to hide her disgust.

"No, he repairs computers for Kinko's. Anyway, I don't care where he works, just as long as he works because I think I'm done with drug dealers."

"I hear that, to each his own. Anyway, what's his name?"

"His name is Rob, he's a cutie."

"Well good for you Keish, you need to get out and have some fun, make sure that nigga spends his pay check. Let me go shower before Wild gets here." Epiphany was happy for her friend but abruptly ending their conversation, running to the bathroom to freshen up.

Wild pulled in front of Epiphany's parent's crib and phoned her to come outside. When she reached the front door she fell in love with his sparkling silver Hummer, not the affordable h

Hummer--this was the real deal.

"What's up sexy, don't I get a kiss," asked Wild as he held the car door open for.

"Nah, I don't kiss on the first date." laughed Epiphany.

"I respect that."

"Good." Epiphany played it cool, but in her mind she was screaming
'Fuck a kiss, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this nigga.'

Once they crossed over the George Washington bridge heading towards Route 4, Wild phoned his cook and told him to start preparing breakfast for two.

"You like omelets?" he asked.

"Yeah, they're alright!" Epiphany answered.

"Well my chef Idris makes some banging ass omelets, you'll love em." Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a tall black gate that Wild opened with a little remote like gadget. Epiphany was still trying to get over the fact that he had a chef when he pulled into a four car garage next to a convertible black Bentley.

'This is so beautiful,'
she thought as she looked around the grounds, while he got out of the driver's side and rush over to open the car door for her again. He was being the perfect gen-tlemen. His 2.5 million, eight-bedroom house was located in the ultra chic Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey and came equipped with an outdoor in-ground swimming poor, sauna, a huge patio and a basketball court. Indoors was a gym, a small movie the-ater, a recording studio and a game room. Epiphany had to admit that this was far more impressive then any nice car or house she'd ever seen in her life. This was the type of lifestyle she felt she was born to live, she was tired of dealing with the small time hustlers in the hood, who were satisfied with the minimum-- a little bit of jewelry, a hot ride, at least fifty-grand stashed in an old sneaker box and a laced-out apartment in the projects, thinking life is sweet. She wanted to live like a celebrity and if she played her cards right, Mr. Producer Man could be her ticket out of the ghetto. He escorted her straight to the kitchen for the best breakfast she had ever had. After breakfast, Wild gave Epiphany a personal tour.
'This house is defiantly
made for MTV's cribs'
she thought as they entered the master bedroom. It had a brick fireplace, a king size bed with plush feathered pillows and a matching cream colored comforter. The bathroom was all marble with an oval-shaped Jacuzzi and attached shower. His walk in closet was bigger than the bed- room in Epiphany's old apartment and being the fashion fanatic that she was she couldn't help but to take a look in inside.

According to her, you can tell a lot about a person from his or her style of dress. One side of his closet had at least two-hundred pairs of jeans and button up shirts from every designer neatly hanging up, stacks of starter hats on the shelves, velour sweat suits, about fifty pairs of white on white air force ones, five pairs of Jordans, a couple of S. Carter's and too many pairs of Timbs to count. Epiphany could tell judging by the amount of suits and shoes he owned that he wasn't big on dressing up, but when he did at least he did his thing by rocking designer names like Armani, Salvatore Ferragamo, Ralph Lauren, and Gucci. Last but not least, she glided her hands up and down his mink jack-ets and butter soft
Iso Life
leathers. She couldn't help but hum the tune
Why don't we fall in love
by Amerie. Why not? He had everything she wanted.

Ness, Smitty and K.C. were doing the damn thing, making
money in the hood.
Since other niggas had no real weight in the streets, it was easy. But lately, problems were occurring in their own circle. Smitty started to feel like Ness was getting besides himself, on some real control shit. He kept quiet for a minute, letting the nigga run wild with it, and assumed that maybe it was just a power trip. Ness had never been in a position to call the shots. Smitty decided to let him have his fun before he'd pump his brakes. Only, Ness was on some Nino Brown type shit. All of a sudden the streets were his; he made all the decisions, gave the orders, handled most of the money and was reckless with his mouth and his decisions. Now, a real trouble maker, he created unnecessary drama with this kid named Righteous from Lefrak City. Ness had an altercation with him at a traffic light one day 'cause he felt dude disrespected him by cutting in front of him without using his signal. The truth was, Righteous had shit locked down on his side of Queens-- selling top quality cocaine for fifty bucks a pop. The coke heads loved him and the crack heads preferred to buy his shit and cook it up themselves because they got more for their money. Word was spreading around Queens about dude's product and price and Ness wasn't happy about that. He ain't want nobody getting money in Southside, Jamaica, but him. Eventually, Righteous would be a problem. Ness arranged to meet up with Smitty and K.C. in Ajax park to discuss how they should handle their competition. When Smitty and K.C. arrived, Ness was on the empty court with his shirt off shooting hoops.