Page 89 of Repo'd His Heart
“Zaylee Cooper, ya mouth. I’m right here.” My mama gritted out shooting me a warning look.
“My bad ma.’ I was getting carried away. But you can’t say it ain’t weird she keeps sleeping with my ex’s?” I replied, advertising my attention to my mom.
“Malika, I do find it odd that you are going after men my daughter have been with first.”
Smacking her lips Malika snaked her neck as she replied. “Your daughter ain’t the queen of the world. I can’t help it if she can’t keep her niggas happy and they come to me. That’s a hir problem, not me.”
“I always thought you was a little slow growing up,” I shook my head at the nonsense that had just came from her mouth.
“Can’t be too slow ya ex nigga love me enough to get me pregnant,” She bragged happily like she had a big flex.
“No! She’s lying Zaylee please don’t listen to her!” Lamelle pleaded grabbing my hand and I snatched away from him, wondering how he gotten so closed to me without me noticing. “I don’t like her she doesn’t mean shit to me. I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose.” He continued to desperately plead to me.
“Lamelle, I want you to hear me loud and clear when I say this, I don’t give a flying fuck who you fuck as long as it isn’t me. Please leave me alone,”
“I love you, Zaylee. Don’t you see how much I love you! I made her dress like you because I can’t live without you.” That’s when it hit me Malika was wearing one of my dresses that I had hanging up in my closet then it went missing a few weeks ago. I really took a good look at her, she had my hair, clothes and even fucking glasses on.
“Unt un,” I said, stepping back when Lamelle stepped forward. He went to grab my arm, but my mom stepped in between us.
“Listen, Lamelle is it?” He nodded to answer her question. “Lamelle this right here is my baby, and this is my grandbaby. I don’t play about them. Let me show you something.” She opened her purse and my own jaw dropped in surprise, seeing the handle of a gun in her purse. “If I was you, I’d move aroundbecause there's nothing here for you. Unless you wanna feel something hot in your spine?”
“N-n-no ma’am,” He nervously replied.
“Okay, go on about your day,” She shooed him.
We watched Lamelle rush off, only stopping to waving Malika to follow him. She went to leave but my mom stopped her.
“Malika, I’m only telling you this because I love you.Hedoesn’t love you. He’s using you. Any man that wants you to be someone you aren’t doesn’t love you. You deserved to be loved because you’re Malika and nobody else.”
Malika stood there contemplating for a second, then she looked at me and filled her eyes with hate. “Thanks for the advice but save it for someone who needs it. Lamelle loves me.” She said snatching her arm from my mom then running to catch up to Lamelle.
I hated to be the person to say it, you couldn’t help a person who didn’t want to be helped. Malika thought Lamelle loved her then was on her to deal with him and all the shit he wanted her to do to keep him.
Turning to look at my mom with my brow raised. “A gun? Since when do you know how to shoot anything?”
“I gotta keep my grand baby safe,” My mom snickered turning on her heels she resumed her walked back to the store.
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Later That Night
“I can’t believe you thought that was my fucking baby,” Mikael spat with disgust as he glared at me angrily.
“You did fuck her,” I rolled my eyes at him. We were laying in his king size bed facing each other talking about how our day had gone. I had a more eventful day than him.
Mikael was just as shocked as I was when I told him about Lamelle and Malika. Aside from me not expecting that the two of them were messing around, I really couldn’t care less about them being together. I never looked at Lamelle as a romantic partner. He was just something to do because I was bored. As far as Malika I wish I could say I was surprised but I wasn’t. Cousin or not she’d already shown where her loyalty lied. Neither of them had the power to make me care. I was taken aback by him making Malika dress like me. That shit is weird as fuck. If anything, that bothered me more than them having a baby together.
“Barely,”
“My ass. See I don’t know if we should be together.” I replied, feeling a scowl forming on my face. “You fucked my cousin and that ain’t cool.”
“I’m sorry Honey, that was some fucked up shit. A nigga was hurting and I wanted to hurt you but that was immature as fuck, and I won’t do it again. I promise.”
I could hear the sincerity in his voice, and I wanted to believe it, but I felt like I was letting him off too easily if I gave in so fast.
“I hear you, but I don’t know. Maybe we should be friends. There might be too much damage from our past.”
“We gon’ figure something out, I'm not ready to lose you again. I know I fucked up back then. I was immature as fuck and honestly didn’t deserve you. I let my pride and ego direct my actions. Give me a chance to show you I’m not the nigga no more.” Mikael said using his hand to caress my face.”
