' 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 ' › D. SWING

21.

( 1993 )

Kim.

Finding sheets of paper balled up in the trashcan that DeVante had used to perfect a letter he had addressed to Rhonda had me heated. He was fucking up my chances of getting my money from Suge and I wasn't going to let that shit ride. I was done being nice about it. It wasn't like I didn't have connections and a backup plan in case things didn't work out and by the looks of it, I needed to make my next move and quick before Suge founded out that I was no longer useful because I was no longer desired. DeVante's heart was elsewhere and there was no way I could compete with that. It was Rhonda. It always pointed back to Rhonda. Dumb bitch. You would think since I actually gave him some, I would have the upper hand but no, this idiot wants to go back to a immature woman who doesn't know the value of her own pussy. Not me. I knew what I was worth and flaunted what I had to get what I wanted.

Furious and low on options, I picked up my phone and dialed my cousin's number. Once he finally picked up, I spoke lowly so that DeVante wouldn't hear me while he watched TV in the living room. Tonight he was going back to his place to grab a few things before he flew back out to New Jersey in the morning, which worked out perfectly since he would be alone and that's where he kept all of his possessions.

"Yo", he said as he answered the phone.

"Hey, this is Kim. I need you to go ahead and get the guys ready. It's happening tonight", I spoke in a whisper.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah, tonight. Suge ain't gonna' give me shit once he finds out I'm worthless to him and I need the money somehow so we gotta' do what we gotta' go", I explained, looking into the hallway periodically to make sure DeVante wasn't coming.

"Aight. What's the address?"

"374 Lincoln Dr", I blurted, eager to get the job done and catch the first plane back to New York. Faith was telling me about how Puffy got fired from MCA and formed his own label called Bad Boy Entertainment. He seemed like the next best thing since he had his own empire now, just like Suge. If I could get in with Puffy, I could get Faith a deal with his label so she can finally launch her career.

Here goes nothing.

***

DeVante.

I had left Kim's place around 6pm and headed back my place to pack for New Jersey. I had to get back to the studio with Swing Mob and finish up on the album. Once I pulled up in the long driveway, K-Ci was sittin' on the stairs of my porch waitin' for me. I kissed my teeth, shuttin' the car off and climbin' out of it, lockin' the doors and headin' over to him, "What up, K? What you doin' here?"

He looked up at me with irritation before risin' to his feet and walkin' to the front door, "Because JoJo got a date tonight at our house and Dalvin got Tionne mushroom head ass over at his place. You the only nigga who ain't got no life so I knew you wouldn't be busy." I kissed my teeth and fanned him off as I unlock the front door and walk inside the house, quickly slammin' the door behind me before he could catch up. There was a loud thud. "Ah!", he yelled, openin' the door with his palm pressed against his forehead, frownin'. "I can't stand you light-skinned niggas. Ain't got no kind of hospitality," he said lowly while closin' the door back behind him.

"Yeah, whatever", I muttered and headed upstairs to the second floor, goin' to my bedroom to pack. Of course K-Ci's annoyin' ass followed me. He flopped down onto the bed and watched as I walked to the closet and back to the room repetitively while he talked about Mary's jealously and insecure nature, tellin' me how clingy she was. I just agreed with whatever he was sayin' in hopes that he would shut up, which didn't work. "Man, look, if she's that bad...why don't you just leave her?", I inquired.