Page 142 of Own It

“You be careful, Jojo,” she called out to me as I swaggered off to my vehicle.

Speeding off, I headed straight to Kasia’s house. I’d had one of my little niggas keeping watch on her, and while out at the toy store with my baby girl, he hit me to say Kasia had just brought some nigga over.

I had to quickly drop my kid to Shardaya who was usually always down to babysit but would take the opportunity to be nosy whenever she did the shit for you. In this moment, I didn’t even care because I had to act quickly.

Pulling up, I spotted an unfamiliar Land Cruiser in her driveway, so I parked my truck right behind it to block that bitch in. Climbing out, I trod over the grass and up the porch, using the new key I’d had made, unbeknownst to Kasia.

Typically, I respected Kasia’s boundaries and rang the doorbell or knocked, but not this fucking time. And sure enough, as soon as I stepped inside, some bitch ass nigga was seated on the couch, a glass of wine in front of him like the moist ass nigga that he was.

“Fuck you doing in my crib?” I queried. “Close ya mouth, bitch,” I added, seeing his jaw drop in surprise.

“Oh my gosh!” Kasia rushed out from the kitchen. “Josias, go! How the fuck did you even get in!” She shoved me, but I didn’t move an inch.

“Oh, you must be the baby daddy.” Old boy had the nerve to chuckle.

“What’s that supposed to mean, nigga?” I tried to step up, but Kasia got in the way. “Who you supposed to be? The shoulder she cry on? ’Cause she never gon’ fuck with you for real.” It was my turn to laugh, especially seeing the quizzical look on his face.

“Look . . .” He rose from his seat. “She clearly wants you to leave, my nigga, so just go.” He exhaled as if I was intruding on his fucking time.

“Yeah, she wants me to leave ’cause she fronting for you. She ain’t tell you I was just in that pussy last week, huh?” I grinned, seeing his eyes dart to Kasia who was shaking her head ‘no’.

And after I fucked, putting her to sleep, I went to Home Depot to copy her fucking key.

“Shut the fuck up and go, Josias!” She pushed me again, and because it was unexpected, I lost a little bit of my balance.

Picking Kasia up, I moved her out of the way and decked old boy between the eyes. He was too floored to hit me back right away, so I kept giving it to his ass until he snapped out of the shock, hitting me in the jaw. He got a few licks in, but ultimately, he was no match, getting dropped right in front of his new boo.

“Thought shit was a game, huh?” I kicked his ass in the stomach, causing him to draw up as he laid on the floor, leaking.

“Stop before I call the police, Josias! I am serious!” Kasia broke through the red I was seeing as I continued to stomp this nigga out, wanting to see the imprint from the bottom of my shoe on his fucking face. “Oh my gosh!” She screeched, tugging on me. “I swear I will fucking call! Stop! You are going to kill him!”

Out of breath, I stepped back, snatching my arm from her.

When she dropped beside him calling his name and checking to see if he was conscious, that shit pissed me off.

“Get away from that nigga acting like you love him or some shit!” I roared.

Looking over her shoulder at me, she asked, “Where is Divine? Why are you over here causing problems for me!”

“Like you fucking care where she at! All you worried about is dick, bitch!” I yanked the door open, leaving that shit ajar as I made my way to my whip, hopped in, and sped off.

I was aggrieved at the moment, unable to even relax my face as I drove through the streets of LA like a fucking madman. I couldn’t believe the way Kasia was acting and over that nigga like she was in love with him or something. Especially after getting my hopes up last week, thinking shit was cool.

Hating her in the moment, I ended up at Tarin’s since I knew my kids with her were with their grandparents and second cousins at Disneyland for the day—only reason I didn’t have them.

Using the key I had for this residence as well, I walked right in to see Tarin at the stove cooking, surprisingly.

“Hey.” She brightened at the sight of me.

“Sup.” I tossed my keys onto the counter and went behind her, running my hands up her dress.

“Wait, let me finish cooking this—Jojo!” she exclaimed when I flipped her around, bent her over the table, and moved her panties to the side.

I didn’t even care about putting on a condom at the moment. All I gave a fuck about was hurting Kasia, and I knew what wounded her ass more than anything was whenever I fucked with or fucked Tarin.

“Mm. Fuck.” I grumbled at the feeling of Tarin’s tight walls. She wasn’t as wet yet, which was expected since this was an impromptu fuck.

“Wait . . .” She whimpered, putting her hand back on me to slow my strokes.