Free Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed (Part 6) by Aleta Williams Page B

raped and disrespected, JB was so mad he had tears in his eyes. “That nigga is good as dead. Call Meechie.” He and Meechie were best friends. The three of them had always been more like family.
    “He already know, he is supposed to be over here to take me to find the nigga. Yay know about him because Jazz mess with him.”
    “Alright, tell Meechie I said handle that nigga ASAP. I will call tomorrow. Tell the bouncer I said good looking out. I owe him one.”
    “I will ,” she said, wishing he was there.
    “Alright , baby girl. I know Yay will lead y’all to the nigga. She got your back one hundred percent.”
    Humph , thought Paris. After Trina told her about Yay kidnapping her baby, and she hadn’t called and checked on her, she was salty. She wouldn’t mention to her brother, though. She didn’t want him to know that she was on some grimy shit herself, and that was to blackmail Diesel’s momma for the safe return of the baby, which she later ended up getting killed by her best friend for the money. Yay was a cold bitch, but JB had yet to find that out.
    *****
    JB wanted to find Yay. Meechie had told him that she never showed up to Paris’ funeral or contacted him after he told her she was found dead. His gut told him that Yay and Paris got into some mess, and his sister ended up getting caught up behind it. He assumed that Yay was scared for her life, so she disappeared. It had to be deep because when he went by the projects to pay Yay’s mom a visit, they said she was found shot and killed in her home. Something wasn’t right and he needed Yay to let him know what it was. Jay Bo reached his hand into the shower. He turned on the hot water, and then the cold. Without checking the temperature, he took off his boxers and got in. Before Jay Bo hit the club, he thought it'd be a good idea to go by Jazz’s house since he hadn't stopped by in few weeks. It was late, but fuck. He was going to knock on her door himself and ask had she seen Yay. Foxxy told him the last place that she dropped Yay off at was Jazz’s place, but each time he showed up to the house she wasn't there. He didn't want to alert Yay, so he never knocked on the door. He wanted to try one more time before he got at the bouncer.  
          JB hoped in his blue narc car and made his way to Jazz’s house. When he pulled up, all the lights were on and there was a Rover parked in the driveway. Her nigga must be here , he thought as he put his gun in the pocket of his hoodie and got out. Jay Bo stood at the door and knocked. He noticed there was a doorbell, so he rang it. Within a few minutes, Jay Bo was eye to eye with a brown skinned dude. He seized the muscular guy up. He was a lot bigger then he was, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was heated and didn’t mind dying.
    “Who are you and what you doing at my door ?” Calvin looked the young nigga up and down. He regretted that he wasn’t strapped. He’d left his gun back at Dena’s house.
    “I’m looking for Yay-Yay, I heard this was where she stayed.”
    “Naw, she don’t live here.” He gave the little nigga a once over.
    “Well , do you know how to get in touch with her? I’m Paris’ brother, her best friend that was killed.”
    Calvin knew exactly who Paris was. Yay had also told him about Paris being killed , but she never told she did it. “Alright, well, I’m her pops. I’ll let her know you looking for her.” Jay Bo thanked him and gave Calvin his number. His next stop was the strip club. He looked at his watch. It was too early. Fuck, I’ll just chill in the parking lot , he thought as he made his way to Starz.

 
 
Wack & Yay Yay
     
    It was almost nine at night and Wack was still lying around the house in sweats and a t-shirt, something that he rarely ever did. Wack had been in his funk for a couple of weeks now. Yay knew that was so unlike him not to leave the house and the way he'd snap at her when she tried to talk to him, she kept her distance because she