“In case you’re wondering why she chose me over you, it’s because we never ended. Jordin Janae will always be mine. I hate I had to leave her out here to get tied up with a nigga like you, but I promise I’ll never do that shit again. It’s why you ain’t lying on this floor, choking on your own blood. Be thankfulfor her, motherfucka.” Just as I finished my sentence, the door opened, and my people walked in with the guards in tow.
“Y’all can get the fuck on! Y’all are fucking useless! This is the second time y’all let motherfuckas run up on me and ain’t do shit!” Kodak screamed.
“Boss? We?—”
“I don’t want to hear shit! Y’all fired! Get the fuck out!” They dropped their heads and begrudgingly made their way out of the room.
“Oh, you ain’t need a script for that, huh?” I jested, and he snarled at me. I laughed. “Bite, bitch-ass nigga.”
“Man, what else you want from me so y’all can get the fuck out of my crib?”
“Oooo, I think he getting mad, Zi,” Killa teased.
I smirked. “Not mad enough.”
Meeko handed me the papers I asked him to bring and a pen. I set the papers in front of him and extended the pen to him.
“What is this?”
“A contract. The first page is you relinquishing her of that little, punk-ass contract you got her in, and the second page is an NDA. You are never to speak her name again, call her phone, or show up anywhere you know she’s going to be. Should you breach this contract, you’re going to pay her ten thousand dollars every time you mention her. That means in interviews and even in conversations with your mama or anyone else. And if you slip up more than twice, you won’t make it to your next birthday.
“If you understand these terms, then sign ya name on both pages so we can be on our way.” I could see him stewing in anger as he took the pen from my hand and signed his name on both papers. I looked to make sure the shit was legible, then gave him a curt nod before taking the papers and standing to my feet.
“It’s like trying to propose, and I ain’t got the riiing,” Meeko sang.
“Oh, damn, I’m sorrry!” Killa followed up as I shook my head and chuckled.
“You niggas are ignorant, man,” I said as we left the house.
I was proud of myself for not killing that nigga, but I knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t leave Dinny again. Now that she was free from that bum, and I was free from behind those walls, it was time to start our lives together—something I always dreamed of.