Free Ruthless by Cairo

ell, since we’re spending so much time on the phone talking, I’ve been meaning to ask you. Did you know Jasper was fucking Felecia?”
    Silence, followed by a deep breath. “Yo, c’mon, Pash. Don’t.”
    â€œDon’t what, Montgomery?” I can almost see him cringing through the phone as I call him by his birth name. I smirk.
    â€œDon’t put me in the middle of this. I’ve already fucked up ‘n’ crossed lines I shouldna.”
    I tsk . “Umm, it’s a little too late to be worried about that now, Monty , don’t you think? You’ve already had your dick in the middle of my lips, so you might as well get in the middle of everything else and tell me what I want to know. So, answer the question, please. Did you know about Jasper fucking Felecia?” Of course he knew. But I want to see if he’s willing to admit it.
    â€œShit,” he mutters, blowing out another breath. “Yeah, I knew.”
    â€œMmmph. Wasn’t I the silly fool in the room. Here I thought all that time the bitch was giving you the pussy. And, all the while, that trick-bitch was on her slutty-ass knees swallowing Jasper’s babies and letting him fuck her in the ass. You and everyone else obviously knew he was fucking that shitty bitch, except me. And all of you were grinning in my damn face.”
    â€œYo, c’mon, Pash. It wasn’t even like that. Not wit’ me ‘n’ you, anyway.”
    I grunt. “Mmmph. Isn’t that special. That’s what your mouth says. But I can’t tell.”
    â€œC’mon, Pash. Stop it, ma. I never smiled in your face on some sly shit. What was I s’posed to do, huh? Rat Jasp out? Nah, that’s not how I move. You should know me better than that, Pash. No matter how fucked up that situation was, it wasn’t my place to say anything. That shit wasn’t my business, feel me?”
    I roll my eyes up in my head, scrolling through pictures of Jaylen that Greta took of him this afternoon, then emailed to me. I touch the screen of my laptop, tracing his little smiling face. I love you so much, my handsome, little prince.
    Not being with my son is killing me!
    I suck my teeth. “Whatever, Stax, you did what you were supposed to do. Keep their dirty little secret safe.”
    It all makes sense now. The times when Stax would be here and I’d walk up on the two of them looking all cozy, huddled up in each other’s faces, whispering, as if they were conspiring. Then the minute one of them would notice me coming into their space, the body language would shift, the conversation would abruptly stop, or they’d quickly change the subject, making them both look suspect. But I’d always act as if I hadn’t peeped it. But it always stuck in the back of my head that that bitch was up to something. And somehow Stax was connected.
    I just didn’t know what.
    Stax sighs. “Pash, on some real shit. I was never down wit’ how she was movin’. I ain’t gonna front on you, Pash. Anytime you’d peep us huddled up, it was me tryna convince her to get her mind right. Or she’d be tryna cry on my shoulder ’bout how Jasp wasplayin’ her ‘n’ how she got caught up in her feelin’s for him, ‘n’ askin’ me what she should do.”
    Ohmygod! The silly bitch was really in love with Jasper. Mmmph. Dead, stupid bitch! Isn’t that some shit!
    â€œMmmph. If you say so.” I glance up at the surveillance monitor, then over at the clock. It’s a little after eight p.m. I watch as Mel unlocks the shop’s door, then steps inside. The slutty me can’t help but wonder what he looks like butt-naked, or better yet…with his pants dropped down around his ankles and his dick hanging out of the slit of his underwear.
    I lick my lips and swallow.
    â€œYo, what you mean by that?”
    â€œIt means what I said.”
    â€œOh, so you