Darius Jones by Mary B. Morrison Page A

standing there watching me—I’d do a Jay Crawford on Darius so fast.
    â€œD, let it go,” K-9 said. “She’s not hearing you. You see where this is going.” K-9 opened the door, leaned half his body into the hallway. “Nurse! We need a nurse!”
    â€œPunk ass ballers.” If K-9 knew what was best for him, he’d stay out of my warm-up with Darius and out of my lineup. I was just getting started. I could emasculate Darius and castrate K-9 at the same time.
    Several nurses rushed into the room.
    I didn’t give a fuck about them. “We’ll see how you feel when the shoe is on the other foot,” I told Darius.
    â€œMiss, you’re going to have to leave the hospital,” one of the nurses told me. “Or I’m going to have to call the police.”
    â€œBitch, do what the fuck you gotta do.” I looked at Darius squaring his shoulders. “If you keep fucking with me, I will kill you and her,” I said, pointing at Fancy.
    Another nurse said, “Oh, my gosh. Call the doctor. She’s moving. Your wife is moving.”
    Darius rushed to Fancy’s bedside. Guess that gave him a reason to keep standing tall. His day was coming.
    I stared that bitch ass nurse Anita down, then told her, “I hadn’t planned on staying.” I handed Darius the envelope containing my custody papers, bypassed K-9, and left the building.
    That bitch twitching was just the distraction I needed. I hurried to the lobby, picked up DJ from Jada, and kept it moving. By the time Darius called his trifling ass mother I’d be on the plane with DJ headed back to D.C.

CHAPTER 24
Darius
    S he moved. My wife moved.
    I wasn’t sure if I should thank Ashlee or curse her out. Ashlee could make a great situation bad or a bad situation worse without trying. Damn that girl was never happy. Never satisfied. Wasn’t my fault she was passive-aggressive. She started out doing whatever it took to keep me happy. Then when I’d stopped making her happy, she’d done all she could to make my life a living hell. I know my mom wasn’t bold enough to let Ashlee watch DJ for more than two days without consulting me first.
    Nurse Anita said, “Everyone out, including you, Mr. Jones. Your wife’s pressure is up. Out, Mr. Jones, leave now,” she said, hissing between her teeth. “Your wife is fighting to recover and you’re in here acting inhumane. I pray you haven’t set her back. Leave, now.”
    Dr. Duke rushed into the room. K-9 grabbed my arm while holding on to the camera. We stood in the hallway. “Let’s chill here for a minute. Give you and the staff time to calm down and Ashlee time to get out of your way.”
    â€œI messed up, huh?”
    â€œD, females always trying to one-up on us. You good.”
    I posted on Facebook. Gotta go put up some shots before I lose it. Baby mama drama. Just sayin’.
    Knowing Ashlee, if she was telling the truth about watching DJ, I might not see my son again. I sensed something bad was about to go down. I called my mom.
    Mom answered all cheerful. “Hey, baby. How’s Fancy?”
    â€œMa, where’s DJ?”
    â€œAshlee just left with him.”
    â€œJust left with him? Where’s she taking him? Where’s she staying?”
    â€œI don’t know where she’s staying. DJ wants his mom to take him to Disneyland,” Mom said all nonchalant.
    â€œShe just left with my fucking son and you have no idea where she’s staying. Where are you?”
    â€œDarius, I need help and you can’t help me. It’s not my fault that DJ isn’t used to staying with people he doesn’t know. I tried letting Bambi watch him for a few hours yesterday and that didn’t go too well. Ashlee will drop him off later. Darius, it’s okay.”
    â€œDon’t fucking ‘Darius it’s okay’ me, Ma. Stop pawning off my son. I haven’t even met