belly.
âYou sure, Joy? âCause I ainât ready for no baby. You got kids and me too. This ainât the time.â
âMike, donât do this. Please donât do this. I love you, Mike. I wanna keep it. I want us to be together, to be a family.â Joy began to cry.
âBaby, I got to figure this out. Damn! I didnât mean for this to happen,â he said, putting his underwear and slacks back on.
âPlease donât make me go through this by myself. We a family.â
âI got to think, baby. I got to put this together. Give me a few. I got to get up to the lot.â He kissed her and gave her a hug.
She placed his hand on her stomach. âWe love you. Will I see you later?â
âYeah!â he answered and was out the door.
Joy saw him once more after that, a week later, when he dropped off $700 for her to get an abortion and then get a room for a couple days so they could have some privacy to deal with the situation. They hadnât talked since.
Now she was calling him to help her get a car. But her license and credit werenât good, so she was gonna have to get it in Omariâs name. To her surprise, Omari gave her $1,500 down. Mike took it to a couple finance companies he worked hand in hand with and got it done, and they drove off with a new Impala.
The $1,500 rekindled what she felt for Omari, and for another year, she put up with him and the shit that came with it. But when her lease was up and she wanted to move, Omari was doing bad, and she needed some help.
Joy eventually found a place, a three-bedroom town house, in a section of VA Beach called Lake Edward. She could handle the $800 monthly rent, but she didnât have $1,600 to get in the place. She had two weeks to move out of her place, and her back was against the wall. She did everything she could to get the money, but nothing, and nobody, came through.
She tried to force Omari, giving him an ultimatum, making her home as uncomfortable as possible. She stopped cooking, packed up all the dishes, stopped fucking him, and even had other niggas calling the house.
Omari was furious. He had nothing to give, so he began staying back at his moms more, but never gave up on Joy.
Joy stayed on her grind, but she couldnât find this money nowhere. She swore she would never be without again. Not wanting to go to her moms, she went to her last resort, Brooklyn Cuts.
CHAPTER 8
Minke had turned most of his drug money into legitimate businesses, opening up a barber shop, rim shop, and a restaurant. But he couldnât stay out the streets. They had him. They were who he was married to.
Joy had gotten right this day, making sure that when Minke saw her, he would definitely want some pussy. As she got closer to the shop, her stomach kept churning. She hadnât seen him since he shitted on her, and she hadnât talked to him, but through the grapevine, sheâd heard what he was up to. She even knew in the last six years, heâd been locked up for two, but came home and got his shit back. He had caught his charge in VA and was sent up to Indian Creek. She thought he was gonna try to reach out to her then and she could get the chance to shit on him and pay him back, but he never did.
She walked inside Brooklyn Cuts, wearing a white flowing skirt, navy blue open-toe sandals with three-inch heels, and a navy blue shirt with the top buttons open, showing her forty-two-DDâs being held by the navy blue bra. Lady had weaved her head up so that the wrap was super tight as it came around and rested on her chest.
Every barberâs mouth dropped at the big girl coming in, even Sizemo, who was cutting in the first chair. When he realized it was Joy, he stopped staring, and they hugged each other.
Sizemo was Minkeâs man, running all his shit while he was away and out of town. He was with Minke and Hitler the day theyâd met her, Malaina, and Queen.
He stared at her up and down again, and
âYou sure, Joy? âCause I ainât ready for no baby. You got kids and me too. This ainât the time.â
âMike, donât do this. Please donât do this. I love you, Mike. I wanna keep it. I want us to be together, to be a family.â Joy began to cry.
âBaby, I got to figure this out. Damn! I didnât mean for this to happen,â he said, putting his underwear and slacks back on.
âPlease donât make me go through this by myself. We a family.â
âI got to think, baby. I got to put this together. Give me a few. I got to get up to the lot.â He kissed her and gave her a hug.
She placed his hand on her stomach. âWe love you. Will I see you later?â
âYeah!â he answered and was out the door.
Joy saw him once more after that, a week later, when he dropped off $700 for her to get an abortion and then get a room for a couple days so they could have some privacy to deal with the situation. They hadnât talked since.
Now she was calling him to help her get a car. But her license and credit werenât good, so she was gonna have to get it in Omariâs name. To her surprise, Omari gave her $1,500 down. Mike took it to a couple finance companies he worked hand in hand with and got it done, and they drove off with a new Impala.
The $1,500 rekindled what she felt for Omari, and for another year, she put up with him and the shit that came with it. But when her lease was up and she wanted to move, Omari was doing bad, and she needed some help.
Joy eventually found a place, a three-bedroom town house, in a section of VA Beach called Lake Edward. She could handle the $800 monthly rent, but she didnât have $1,600 to get in the place. She had two weeks to move out of her place, and her back was against the wall. She did everything she could to get the money, but nothing, and nobody, came through.
She tried to force Omari, giving him an ultimatum, making her home as uncomfortable as possible. She stopped cooking, packed up all the dishes, stopped fucking him, and even had other niggas calling the house.
Omari was furious. He had nothing to give, so he began staying back at his moms more, but never gave up on Joy.
Joy stayed on her grind, but she couldnât find this money nowhere. She swore she would never be without again. Not wanting to go to her moms, she went to her last resort, Brooklyn Cuts.
CHAPTER 8
Minke had turned most of his drug money into legitimate businesses, opening up a barber shop, rim shop, and a restaurant. But he couldnât stay out the streets. They had him. They were who he was married to.
Joy had gotten right this day, making sure that when Minke saw her, he would definitely want some pussy. As she got closer to the shop, her stomach kept churning. She hadnât seen him since he shitted on her, and she hadnât talked to him, but through the grapevine, sheâd heard what he was up to. She even knew in the last six years, heâd been locked up for two, but came home and got his shit back. He had caught his charge in VA and was sent up to Indian Creek. She thought he was gonna try to reach out to her then and she could get the chance to shit on him and pay him back, but he never did.
She walked inside Brooklyn Cuts, wearing a white flowing skirt, navy blue open-toe sandals with three-inch heels, and a navy blue shirt with the top buttons open, showing her forty-two-DDâs being held by the navy blue bra. Lady had weaved her head up so that the wrap was super tight as it came around and rested on her chest.
Every barberâs mouth dropped at the big girl coming in, even Sizemo, who was cutting in the first chair. When he realized it was Joy, he stopped staring, and they hugged each other.
Sizemo was Minkeâs man, running all his shit while he was away and out of town. He was with Minke and Hitler the day theyâd met her, Malaina, and Queen.
He stared at her up and down again, and
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