Free Married to the Game by Chunichi

voice. I listened attentively. I could hear someone trying to force words out, but I wasn’t sure exactly what they were saying. I put my volume up as loud as possible and listened a little harder. And that’s when I heard the faint words between gasps of breath, “I ... I ... love ... you ...”
    I dropped the phone on the floor as my brain began to register what had just happened. Immediately, all sorts of images flashed through my head. The worst image of all was my man sexing someone else. I hung up the phone in disbelief. I began sobbing even worse than before.
    How could he do this to me? I’m pregnant—and on my birthday!
    I was devastated. My tears quickly turned to anger the more I thought about Ray-Ray with someone else. That made it official. I was alone. Everyone I loved had truly betrayed me. There was no longer need for doubt. I decided to call him back as the reality set in. I planned to tell him how he hurt me and how I hated him for it. But this time when I called, the phone went straight to voice mail. He must have discovered the terrible mistake he’d made. I decided to leave a message.
    â€œWhat’s up, this Ray. Leave a message.”
    Beep!
    â€œRay-Ray, this is Gina. I’m sure you’re busy at the celebrity bash handling your business right now, and that’s why your phone is off. But what I have to say needs no conversation anyway. I was just calling to tell you that one, it’s over, two, I’m keeping the baby, and three ... thanks for such a wonderful birthday. And as for as the bitch you’re with, I hope she was worth it.”
    Click!
    I hung up the phone confident I had made the right decision. I turned on some music to calm my nerves. But the more I sat, the more the vision of Ray-Ray and another woman stuck in my head. I began to think of who it might be. The first person who came to mind was that conniving bitch BJ. She probably set him up with another chick just to get at me. With that in mind, the anger soon became overwhelming and I could no longer keep my composure.
    I jumped up in a panic and threw on my shoes and grabbed my purse. I headed for the door with my mom’s car keys in hand, but not before grabbing the gun Ray-Ray kept at my house for backup protection. I was going to find their asses and when I did, it would be a terrible sight. Somebody was gon’ die, and I didn’t plan for it to be me. I jumped in the car and tried starting it up. Tears welled up in my eyes once again, as I struggled to get the car started.
    â€œCome on, you stupid car!” I yelled hysterically.
    I tried and tried turning the ignition, but nothing—not a sound. Not even a stutter. The car wouldn’t start. Frustrated and exhausted, I just sat in the car and cried. I lit a blunt as I often did in situations that were stressful, in an attempt to relieve some tension. After about ten minutes of sobbing and smoking, I actually felt a little better. I got myself together, got out of the car, and headed back to the house. Once in my bedroom I undressed and lay down. I didn’t even bother calling Ray-Ray’s sorry ass again. Within moments, the tension lifted from my body and I was sound asleep.

CHAPTER 11
    BEEF ON THE STREETS
    SNAKE
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    Shit was really starting to get hectic around here. These stripping bitches were getting out of control. Ceazia’s pussy was getting better by the day, my girl was going mad, my little nigga, Duke, had beef, and I thought I might have picked up a little personal beef of my own.
    After that trick at the beauty salon busted my girl in the head, I went ballistic. I went up to that shop and threatened to shut the shit down unless somebody told me what the fuck happened that day. Of course, it didn’t take long for them to start squealing. I walked in calmly with my gun in hand and locked the door behind me. I stood at the door and asked DeeDee what was up. She didn’t have much to