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

shit to you but when you step to her she’d back down every single time. So I wasn’t worried about her throwing her fists up. I was more worried that she’d call him and tell Duke where I was. I was sure with his connections he knew I was out of jail. His ass had everyone from bail bondsmen, prosecutors and city councilmen on his payroll. But what he didn’t know was where I was.
    T.J. chuckled. “Don’t beat her ass too bad,” he said. I looked back at him with uncertainty, even though I knew she was no match for me. I tried to come up with a quick plan on how I would approach her. She had about two hundred feet from the parking lot to her apartment. If I wanted to get to her before she had time to get into her apartment and close the door, then I needed to sprint across the street right now. But when I tried to lift one foot up from the ground, it seemed impossible. I don’t know if I was in shock or what. But I knew that something wasn’t quite right with me.
    “Why you just standing there? I thought you wanted to run up on her, so you can get your dough?”
    I wanted to answer T.J. but my heart was beating louder than I thought.
    “You better get over there before she get to her apartment,” he warned me. It was like TJ was coaching me into doing something I knew wouldn’t have a good outcome. With all the feelings I had harboring in my heart for Diamond, I knew if I came within two feet of her, I would seriously do some damage to her. Who knows, I’d probably catch a murder charge when it was all said and done. And then I will be right back in jail and I wouldn’t be getting out.
    “Screw her. She ain’t worth it. I’ll catch up with her grimy ass later,” I finally said and then I realized I was able to move my feet again. I chuckled to myself. “God has a funny way of working things out,” I uttered quietly.
    “Whatcha say?” T.J. blurted out.
    “I'm talking to myself,” I told him and then I turned around and got back into the truck.
    When I started the truck up and revved the engine, T.J. leaned towards the driver side window and said, “Want me to shout her ass out whenever I see her coming outside again and tell her that you were looking for?”
    “No. Don't tell that bitch shit!”
    “Good. ’Cause I really don't like the bitch anyway. She got smart with me a couple of months ago and she think I forgot all about it.”
    “That’s just how she is. She doesn’t fuck with anyone who she can’t benefit from. But trust me, her fucking days are numbered. I just wish I would’ve known you didn’t fuck with her like that, because I wouldve gotten you and one of your homeboys to run up in her spot to get all my shit I left in there before I got bagged up by the police. That is, if the bitch hasn’t gotten rid of it herself.”
    “Boy, I would’ve loved to break into her shit. Me and my boys haven’t done that shit in a long time. So it would have been funny as hell,” T.J. expressed as he smiled.
    I let out a long sigh. “Glad to know. So I guess I’ll hit you up later. As a matter of fact, give me a number.”
    “You got something to write with?” HE asked me.
    “Wait, hold up,” I told him as I searched in the armrest of the truck for an ink pen. When I found one I also grabbed a business card Bishop must’ve taken from someone prior to him coming to Virginia. The business card was from a chick by the name of Karen Wheeler, who happened to be a mortgage broker from Newark, New Jersey. From the looks of her photograph, she was a very attractive woman. Too bad she wouldn’t be talking to him anymore.
    Immediately after I scanned the front of the business card, I flipped it over and began to write down T.J.’s cell phone number. After I was done I assured him that I would be giving him a call.
    “Take care of your business Ma.”
    “I will.”
    T.J. walked away from the truck and then I slowly exited the parking lot. Before I drove away, I noticed she turned on the light in