Free Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues) by Kiki Swinson presents Unique

she knew what type of car I was driving. So I finished off my lie and told him that the only way I will be able to catch her was by staking her apartment out in someone else’s vehicle. After I laid out my fabricated story he gave me a nod of approval and cracked a smile.
    “If it’s like that, then I can’t fault you,” he said. “It’s gotten so bad out here that niggas would do just about anything to get out of paying you your dough. Shit, I wish a nigga would try to buck on me and not pay me my paper. It would look like fireworks out here after I spit out all these lead pellets in this muthafucking burner.” T.J. lifted his shirt to show me his gun as he talked his shit.
    I burst into laughter. “You better put your shirt down boy before you fuck around and hurt yourself,” I told him.
    “Oh, trust me, I know how to handle this pistol. Ask any of these niggas 'round here. They'll tell you how I would blast a nigga in his ass real quick.”
    “Look, T.J., you need to calm your ass down.”
    “I’m calm.”
    “Well, if you call that calm, then I would hate to see you when you get pissed off.”
    While T.J. and I went back and forth about how mucho he was, his attention drifted away from me, so I followed his eyes. Before I could zoom in on the moving target, he said, “There goes your girl right there.”
    My heart dropped. Seeing Duke’s silver Porsche pull up outside of Diamond’s apartment felt somewhat surreal. I had just gotten the answer I had been waiting for all night. Diamond was not inside of Magic City when it went up in smoke. But why not? Her shift always started at seven o’clock in the evening.
    I knew one thing, this whole thing was becoming scarier and more sinister by the minute. Shit, it was starting to have a physical effect on me. My legs felt like they were about to become numb from dealing with this shit. And as I watched Diamond get her trifling ass out the passenger side of Duke’s Porsche, it felt as if I had an anxiety attack coming on. I took a couple of deep breaths and then I exhaled.
    One of the things fucking with me was this muthafucka’s wife had just died in the fire and explosion that he probably was behind, and instead of playing the role of the grieving husband, he was hanging around with this worthless bitch. I didn’t know whether to admire the set of balls on Duke, or be appalled. Regardless, I still wanted his bitch ass dead and six feet under.
    “That nigga gotta be selling drugs because you can’t cop a whip like that with a regular job.” T.J. commented as we both witnessed Diamond close the passenger side door of Duke’s car. “Every time that nigga pick her up or drop her off niggas around here be gritting on him. He don’t ever get out of the car when he come out here, so don’t nobody knows how he look. That nigga, Craig, from building four said if he ever catch homeboy outside his whip, he gon’ rob his ass and take his car for a joy ride.”
    “How often does he come out here?” I wanted to know.
    “He comes out here almost every day. If he ain’t picking her up, he’s dropping her off.”
    “Did you see him pick her up today?” I continued to question T.J. If he tells me that Duke did in fact pick her up today, then she had to be in the car with him when he rode by the club tonight.
    “Nah, I been out here all day and this is my first time seeing that car today,” he replied.
    Instead of drilling T.J. with more questions, I turned off the ignition and stepped out of the truck. When I planted both of my feet on the ground I immediately became nervous. T.J. looked at me like I was crazy. “Whatcha getting ready to step to her?” he asked.
    The fact that T.J. had reminded me about what I was about to do, made me want to stop and think of another way to approach this situation. Don’t get me wrong, Diamond wasn’t your typical Laila Ali. She wouldn’t step on a sour grape in a fruit fight. She was one of those bitches that would talk