Boss Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page B

just gonna raise some other bitch’s kid? Have him running around and calling you mommy? Is that the game plan? If so, that shit ain’t gangsta, bitch. It’s fuckin’ crazy.”
    My eyes nearly roll out the back of my head. “Girl, you’re slicing up my last nerve with this shit. I done told you that I got it.”
    â€œDo you?”
    â€œHow many fuckin’ times do I have to tell you that the kid is insurance?”
    â€œInsurance against what?” she explodes. “LeShelle isn’t interested in that baby. She wanted it dead—like his momma. And if her crazy ass is watching the news, she gonna know that you snatched that bastard and she’s gonna want to know why—which means that she’s gonna be looking for your ass.”
    â€œShe ain’t gonna do shit, not if she don’t want her man to know her ass was behind the hit on that yellow bitch.”
    â€œOkay. What shit have you been smokin’? That ugly reptile ain’t going to take your word over his woman’s. He’s fuckin’ that bitch. Who are you?”
    I stop feeding Jayson to look up and smirk. “I’m the one that’s going to throw LeShelle off her throne.”
    â€œHow?” Li’l Bit asks, rocking her neck.
    â€œIt’s about time your slow ass catches up.” I wink at her.
    Jayson chooses that moment to grab a fistful of oatmeal and launch it at my hair.
    Li’l Bit cracks up.
    â€œYou little fucker.” I jump up from the table and snatch paper towels down from the counter.
    Jayson takes a cue from Li’l Bit and bursts out laughing. He’s adorable with his big head and big dimples. It’s kind of hard to stay mad at him. At four months, he’s turning out to be quite the comedian. Everything is funny to him.
    Li’l Bit stops laughing and gawks at me. “Oh. My. God!”
    I wipe the smile off my face. “What?”
    â€œYou’ve gotten attached to this big-headed baby.”
    â€œI have not . . . and his head isn’t that big,” I lie. Jayson has a big muthafuckin’ head.
    â€œAww, sheiiit. You got my ass twisted in some bullshit,” Li’l Bit snipes.
    â€œDon’t start.” I wipe the oatmeal out of my hair and return to the table.
    Li’l Bit keeps grumbling. “This shit ain’t right. I still got a baaaad feeling about all of this.” She stares at Jayson. “And what about that damn birthmark on his neck, huh? What are the damn chances that this baby and your new man, Diesel, have the same muthafuckin’ birthmark in the same fuckin’ place?”
    â€œIt’s gotta be a coincidence,” I reason. “Plenty of people have birthmarks. I have a black beauty mark on my left shoulder.”
    Li’l Bit ain’t tryna hear it. “Tyneshia was right. We’re caught up in some demonic curse for cutting him out of that bitch. You shouldn’t have shot her ass for spitting out the truth.”
    Heat rushes up my neck. I grab Jayson’s bowl and toss the rest of the oatmeal dead in her face.
    Li’l Bit jumps up, gasping. “What the fuck?”
    Jayson cracks up.
    â€œDon’t fuckin’ say that bitch’s name.” I glance around the kitchen to make sure my brother or nosey-ass daddy ain’t ear-hustling. “What are you tryin’ to do—blab it to everybody? If they find out we bodied one of our own—”
    â€œWe?” My girl swipes gobs of oatmeal from her face. “What the fuck is this we shit?”
    â€œ We —as in, if I go down then I’m taking you and Adaryl with my ass. Got it?”
    Li’l Bit shakes her head in disgust. “I knew that you were going to pull this shit.”
    â€œThen stop actin’ surprised and keep your damn mouth shut.”
    â€œQiana, niggas ’round here may be crazy, but they ain’t that fuckin’ crazy. Sooner or later the police are