Free Married to the Game by Chunichi Page A

say, so I asked the assistant. She didn’t have much to say, either. So, in order to get the information I needed, I had to start making threats. I didn’t want to do that because DeeDee is my man’s old lady, but shit, my girl was involved and I had to do what I had to do. After the threats, those bitches started singing. I found out it was a trick that goes by the name of Cherry at one of the local strip joints. I paid her a visit that same night. As soon as I hit the door, it was as though an alarm had been hit, ’cause every bitch in there came running from the back.
    â€œNah, baby, I ain’t here for that tonight.” I dissed one of my regular chicks I would normally holla at.
    She’d approached me with the usual enticement. Normally, this would have caught my attention, but not tonight. I was on a mission and I had no time for chatting, flirting, or any bullshit. It didn’t take long for me to spot Cherry in a dark corner turning her normal tricks. I walked right up behind her tricking ass and grabbed that bitch by her weave.
    â€œAaaahh! What the fuck is going on?” she squealed as I dragged her from the gentlemen she was entertaining and into the men’s bathroom.
    â€œBitch, you done lost your muthafucking mind?” I asked while choking Cherry against the bathroom wall.
    â€œI’m sorry, baby. I ain’t know that was your girl.” She began to beg off the jump.
    That grimy bitch already knew she’d fucked up.
    â€œBitch ... don’t ... you ever ... come near my girl or anybody that got anything to do with me again.” I said while smacking her between words.
    â€œOkay, okay. Please just don’t hit me anymore, Snake, please. Whatever you want, baby, please.” She continued to beg.
    By this time, security was rushing the bathroom. “Yo, what the fuck is going on?” I could hear one security guard yell.
    I turned around so he could get a look at my face. I figured he must didn’t know who I was to rush in talking shit like that.
    â€œOh, Snake. You a’ight?” he asked in a totally different tone.
    â€œYeah, I’m straight,” I said then directed my attention back to Cherry, who was now standing up confidently.
    â€œBitch, this ain’t over,” I said to her then pushed her in the face.
    I straightened my clothes then walked out of the men’s restroom calmly. I stopped at the bar, drank a shot of Patron then exited the club. As I rode home, I was confident that the next time Cherry saw Danielle, her attitude would be a lot better.
    Now that the situation was dealt with, I began to think about my li’l soldier, Duke. It seemed like he’s caught beef behind some little hot-ass female. I had to school him on that shit. It was getting harder and harder to school that li’l nigga these days. Seemed like I noticed a change in him every day.
    My brain jumped from one issue to another. As if my issues with Cherry and Duke wasn’t enough, now Danielle had been tripping too. I didn’t know what was up with her. Seemed like she was changing daily, just like Duke. All I could say was, “Thank God my game is tight.” She’d been following me, checking my text messages and phone, and even searching through my pockets. I didn’t make a fuss, though. I just played along and watched my steps. She was starting to scare me. I was not trying to end up like my brother, Vegas.
    The other night, I went to the strip club to pick up Ceazia, and Danielle was following me. I didn’t realize she was following me until I was on the interstate and almost to the oceanfront. Now, the average nigga would have panicked, but instead, I started to plot. I knew Danielle didn’t know what Ceazia looked like, so that wasn’t a worry. But she did know where my spot was on the oceanfront.
    She knew I would be headed to one place, the Crown Grand Suites. Five minutes from the destination, I