Free California Connection 2 (Califronia Connection) by Chunichi Page B

that she had gone too far. Plus, she’d hired a damn wedding planner. I didn’t even think she knew all this stuff, but obviously, Miss Bourgeois Virginia Beach Bitch knew her shit, when it came to wedding time.
    And worse still, she knew money wasn’t coming in like regular. I’d been laid up for a few months now, so I hadn’t been doing no work. And the last count I had, this broad had spent about fifty thousand on the wedding, and we ain’t even walked down the fucking aisle. Just thinking about it made steam come out my ears.
    “And baby, we’re gonna have orchids and baby’s breath.” Suddenly, Jewel looked up, as if for the first time she had tuned into my sour mood.
    “Baby, what’s the matter?” she asked, her face twisted into a corkscrew of concern.
    This made me all the madder, that she could sound so innocent. Yeah, right, bitch! “You know what’s the matter.” I grabbed her by the neck and looked her in the eye.
    She looked all surprised and shit. “No, I don’t, baby. What is it? I ain’t no mind reader.”
    “I can’t believe you’d do me like this, Jewel.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “I’m out at the barbershop and this nigga Poppo talking shit to me, like you and him running game together.”
    “What the hell are you talking about, Touch?”
    “So you fucking that nigga now?”
    “What? I’m with you every day. I sleep with you every single night. So how the hell do I have time to be fucking somebody else?”
    “Well, you gon’ tell me something. How is this nigga talking about he gon’ be my savior?”
    “How the hell am I supposed to know what that nigga was talking about? You know he ain’t nothing but Calico’s little bitch. You can’t believe nothing he says.”
    “Yeah, I should have never fucked with you in the first place. You the one who was Calico’s bitch.”
    “How you gon’ throw that in my face, Touch? Did you forget I made us? I’m the reason we have this house, the cars, the lifestyle of the ghetto fabulous. It was my money from ghostwriting and my connect with TMF that got us here! Oh- and who took care of you when you were sick? I even washed your ass for you and wiped it when you had to shit.”
    “Oh, just a regular Florence Nightingale. I knew you was gone throw that shit up in my face. But, bitch, you didn’t have to do nothing for me.”
    “Nah, I’m much more than a night nurse. Just so that you know, I was hollering at Poppo to save your ass! I promised to put him on if he took care of Calico for you.”
    “What the fuck I look like to you? You must take me for some little bitch. You really got me fucked up. Do your thing, Jewel. I’m out.” I grabbed my keys, walked out the front door, and never looked back.
    I was fuming as I drove. I didn’t know where I was headed, but I knew I needed to get the fuck away from Jewel. I wondered what type of cat she took me for. Do I look like some type of weak nigga that need protection? My weeks of rehab must have fucked her head up. That broad was tripping.
    Finally cooling off a little bit I decided to go to one of my old spots, Mo Dean’s Caribbean restaurant and lounge. As soon as I walked in, I felt right at home. The atmosphere hadn’t changed a bit.
    My boy Raz spotted me as soon as I walked in. “Touch, what up, nigga!”
    “Ain’t shit, nigga.” I headed straight to the bar.
    I hadn’t been sitting a whole minute before I felt someone hug me from behind and caress my manhood. Off the jump, I knew exactly who that was. It was only one chick that came on hard like that, Dirty Diana.
    “What up, baby girl?” I spun around on the barstool to face her.
    “Looks like you,” she said, referencing my standing dick.
    “So what you gon’ do about it?” I said, knowing exactly how she got down.
    “Oh, you know the deal. I ain’t trying to hurt you though. I heard you got shot. Everything healed up okay? You know I puts it down, and I don’t want to be responsible for no