Wifey: Part 1

“Get the fuck up, bitch!” Jasmine said, stomping Mia.

Then, to shoot a fair one, and feeling really amped and confident in her hand skills Jasmine relented, so Mia could get to her feet. That was a bad move on Jasmine’s part. In the midst of the mayhem, Mia’s home girl, Sharmel, discreetly handed Mia a knife that she had in her Gucci bag. Sharmel then caught Jasmine off guard and grabbed hold of her. Sharmel did her best to hold on to Jasmine in the full nelson position so Mia could cut and stab her.

“Stab that bitch!” Sharmel commanded her best friend.

Jasmine wiggled and wormed and kicked desperately, trying to free herself of Sharmel’s grip, as Mia approached her with the knife. Mia jigged the knife two times inside the dark club but she missed her target both times. She had to be careful because she didn’t want to stab Sharmel by accident. By this time the incident had started to get the attention of everyone in the club.

I grabbed Mia’s wrist and twisted as hard as I could.

“Ahhhhhh!” Mia screamed, and the knife fell to the ground.

I kicked the knife across the floor.

“Get off of me, Nico!” Mia screamed.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

I smacked Mia three times as hard as I could, and she fell down, covering up, expecting to get hit again. I yanked her up from the ground and screamed, “Quit your bullshit, Mia! And get your silly ass outta here. Now!”

“Nico don’t be fucking hitting on her like that!” Sharmel said to me and she pushed me away from Mia.

“You gonna beat my ass over this trick?” Mia asked as Sharmel came to her aid.

Jasmine knew I had her back, so she began looking for her shoes. BJ came by my side, and LaQuan took Jasmine by the hand and was trying to lead her out the club just as club security was making their way over.

“Mia, shut the fuck up!” I barked. “I’m not gonna tell you again!”

Mia shook her head. Disheveled and trying to gather herself, she said some things under her breath. Then she smiled an embarrassed smile and directed her words at Jasmine.

“It’s all good, sweetie, ’cause he gonna beat your ass and fuck other bitches the same way he did me. Watch!” she said, checking her nose for blood.

Jasmine hurled spit in Mia’s direction as LaQuan continued to yank her out of the club.

BJ tapped me on the arm. “Let’s get outta Dodge.”

I had the illest screw face plastered on at the moment. There wasn’t any way Mia just happened to coincidentally be at the same club as us. She must have followed me to the spot, which infuriated me. Nevertheless, I heeded BJ’s words, and we bounced.

When we made it to the truck and pulled off, Jasmine kept apologizing to me.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, but I just had to defend myself,” she explained.

“It’s all good. You a’ight?”

Jasmine was breathing heavily and she looked disheveled and amped while telling me that she was OK.

“That’s all that matters then. That bitch and Sharmel were outta line jumping you like that,” I explained, trying to calm Jasmine down.

“Nico, what’s good? You wanna head to the crib or to Queens or what?”

“Take me to the crib.”

As we drove out of the Bronx and headed toward Long Island, I quickly had to take stock of things in my head and figure out exactly how I was going to deal with this situation. Mia may have been out of line but she had enough information about me to have my black ass sent away for double life. So, yeah, I had some thinking to do and some decisions to make.

CHAPTER 24

Jasmine

As we drove toward Nico’s crib, I kept replaying the fight in my head. I was thinking about what I did good, and what I could have done better. All the while I was replaying the fight in my head, I could feel Nico’s cell phone vibrating on my thigh. I had my legs stretched across him as we sat in the backseat of the truck, so I felt every vibration.