Free Married to the Game by Chunichi Page B

received a phone call from her. I played it cool, and the lies just rolled off my tongue. I came off on top. Danielle’s whole attitude switched. Instead of me being the bad one, she felt guilty for accusing me.
    Now, let’s chat about Ceazia. That bitch was venomous. I knew it before I even fucked her, but she was so irresistible. It was taking all I could to stay away, but she kept reeling me in. I was about to switch it up on her to keep me in the safe zone.
    Ring, ring ...
    I knew it wouldn’t be long before Ceazia called. That gave me the perfect opportunity to switch up on her.
    â€œYo!”
    â€œWhat’s up, baby? Are we meeting up tonight at the usual spot?” she asked in her signature sexy voice.
    As bad as I wanted to get with her, I knew I couldn’t, but by the same token, I had to lead her on. I wanted to back off, but I needed to keep her on the offense at the same time. That way she would be constantly trying to get at me.
    â€œYeah, I’ll hit you up around ten. Keep your phone on.”
    â€œOkay,” she readily agreed.
    â€œA’ight, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up and headed out the way to holla at Duke.
    We had a full weekend ahead of us. It was the Annual Seven Cities Celebrity Weekend Bash. All the hottest entertainers, athletes, and ballers were sure to attend. Everyone looked forward to this event each year. It was the time for us to shine.
    â€œWhat up, Unc?” Duke said as he hopped in the truck.
    â€œWhat’s up with you, nigga? Word on the street is you got beef. Care to fill me in on that shit?”
    â€œOh really, ’cause word on the street is you’re in that same boat,” Duke snapped back.
    I hated when Duke got sarcastic. He was growing up fast, and the fear I used to put in his heart was no longer there. I was beginning to see at some point he was going to challenge me. And each incident like this just confirmed that day was getting closer.
    â€œI can handle my shit, young buck. Can you say the same?” I said while punching him in the chest as a reminder that I was still the boss.
    â€œMan, that ain’t no beef for real. That nigga, Ray-Ray, is just a little upset about a little tousle we had at Gina’s crib on Valentines Day. That is old.”
    â€œRay-Ray? Ain’t you knocking his little cousin off?”
    Duke was really getting himself in a fucked up position. He didn’t know when that nigga might pop up. Ray-Ray could be around when he was going to scoop shortie or anything. I tried to explain the danger of what he was doing.
    â€œMan, I’m good. I got this shit together.”
    Needless to say, his head was big, and I couldn’t tell him nothing. I ended the conversation there.
    â€œA’ight, Li’l Soldier. Handle your handle,” I said as we pulled up to the Quick Shop on the corner.
    I ran in the store to buy a box of blunts. I could see the chickens flocking around the truck, trying to holla at Duke.
    I gotta teach that nigga to have a low profile, I thought. I was sure we had already been over that shit, but I guess it didn’t sink in. By the time I arrived back to the truck, Duke was standing outside the door, hugging on some hood-rat chick.
    â€œYo, Duke. Come on, nigga.”
    â€œA’ight, mami,” Duke said to the chick as he smacked her ass before hopping in the truck.
    â€œA’ight, young fuck,” she said, winking.
    That nigga had absolutely no standards. I had to straighten him on that shit immediately!
    â€œDuke! What the fuck you doing, man? You just can’t be knocking any old bitch off. You gotta make it a privilege to fuck. Otherwise, the top-notch bitches not gonna be trying to fuck.”
    â€œMan, that’s an old head. How many niggas my age hitting old heads? Why you think she calls me her young fuck? I don’t give a damn about these young chicks no more, man. I got some shit in store. I’m