Free Payback With Ya Life by Wahida Clark Page A

this equation. What’s the nigga’s name?”
    “Why?”
    Forever chuckled. “I knew there was a nigga in the equation. I don’t believe this shit. You fucked him already? Can you at least tell me that?”
    “What difference would it make?”
    “You bitch.”
    “Fuck you, Forever. Unlike you, I haven’t crossed that line or broken my marriage vows.”
    “The way you poppin’ off you expect me to believe that bullshit?”
    Nyla was fighting back her tears. “I’m starting to hate you, Forever.”
    “Ain’t this a bitch. So it’s over?”
    “I answered your call. I’m still here, ain’t I?”
    “Fo’real, I can’t tell. You got niggas callin’ the crib and shit. Are we through?”
    “Do you really care, Forever?”
    “Nyla go ’head with the bullshit, this is me, Forever, baby. Fuck you mean do I care?”
    “Yeah, the same Forever that fucked a bitch and got her pregnant. That Forever, right? How many more bitches you up there fucking, and getting pregnant?” Nyla now had tears streaming nonstop down her cheeks.
    “C’mon, Nyla.”
    “C’mon my ass, Forever. Nigga, I got your last name and your daughter,” she screamed.
    You have one minute remaining
, the recorder chimed.
    “Nyla, don’t do this.”
    “You already did it, Forever. And fuck you. You need to sweat for a minute.” The phone disconnected.
    “Fuck!” Forever slammed the phone down. He had waited exactly fifteen minutes to call her back but now she wasn’t answering. He picked up the phone and dialed again. Nyla still wouldn’t pick up.
    “Yo, man, can I jump on the phone right quick? Shit!” one of the inmates standing in line quipped.
    Forever ignored him and walked away. He spotted his cousin and codefendant Zeke going down the hall. He needed someone, preferably Zeke, to listen to him vent.
    “Zeke!” Forever yelled out. Zeke turned around, nodded and kept it moving.
    “What the fuck?” Forever was really confused.
This nigga has been acting standoffish for the past few days.
    “Zeke,” Forever called out again as he picked up his pace, determined to catch up with him. “Zeke, hold up, nigga, I need to holla at you.”
    “Nigga, I gotta take care of something. I’ll get with you later,” Zeke yelled back and strolled off.
    Peanut ended up calling Nyla back and talked her into meeting him at the movies. They went to see
The Pursuit of Happyness
with Will Smith, and now they were standing in the parking lot, leaned up against Peanut’s Denali. He was holding both of her hands.
    “I enjoyed our little date. Even though we took separate cars,” he teased.
    Peanut was massaging her palms. Her short haircut, beautiful smile and petite body were a complete turn-on. She had on a jeans outfit with some stiletto boots, and she was still a little itty-bitty thing.
    “I enjoyed myself too.” The gentle massage she was receiving was making her tingle. Add the fact that his Jean P cologne was making her head swim. “I think it’s time for me to be going.”
    “You don’t sound so sure. You want to get something to eat? I’m hungry fo’real, how about you?”
    “I’m nervous and I feel guilty. He asked me for your name today.”
    “Is that why you’re nervous, lil’ mama? I can take care of myself. If I was in his shoes I’d be asking the same thing. Yo, but listen, it was just a movie, right?”
    “Yeah. Just a movie.”
    “When you’re ready to do a little something more, just let me know.” He reluctantly let her hands go. “Let me walk you to your car.” He grabbed one of her hands and she giggled.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “What? You are laughing because I can’t stop touching you?”
    She took out her keys and unlocked the door. “Good night, Peanut.”
    He put his hand on the door handle. “You know I want to kiss you, right? What would you do if I kissed you?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond, his tongue was parting her lips as one of his arms snaked around her waist and pulled