In Spite of the Bosset Life(43)

“No, you don’t,” said Ace, smiling big.

“Who were you on da phone wit’?”

“That’s why you acting like this with Da Da? Gimme a kiss,” said Ace, slapping my thigh. I didn’t play and gave him what kind of kiss he wanted. He moaned and bit my lip. Surprisingly, we hadn’t had sex on this trip.

“Who were you on da phone with, Ace?”

“Attorney,” said Ace, trying to get under my dress.

“For?”

“ChaCha got pulled over. They searched the car and Kash had his shit in there,” said Ace. I was silent. Ace was acting like it wasn’t shit and kept trying to get a couple of feels.

“Please tell me not in the Jag,” I said, pushing him away. Kash only had one car. He still drove around in the same Jaguar I brought him for graduating. My name was on the car and I was now worried.

“It was the Jag. Don’t stress or worry. I’ll go bail ChaCha out and see what’s up. I’ll take care of it and get everyone squared away.”

“Ace, no! That Jag is in my name. They gon look for me. Fuck who was driving or who bricks were in the car! My name is on that title! I am NOT going back to jail. I put that on my daughter! How could Kash be so f*cking stupid? I’m still on f*cking papers from yo black ass!”

“Bae chill. You not going to jail okay! Just chill. I’ll handle it,” said Ace, trying to get close to me. I moved back over to the window and cried. I couldn’t never get a f*cking break. It was always something! Ace was making me mad by trying to get some * when all this was going on. Having sex in the limo right now was not on my agenda and it didn’t turn me on.

“I’m not f*cking chilling Ace, AIGHT! I have a f*cking daughter. WE have a daughter! You should be a little more understanding and worried. I can’t do no f*cking time. Kash better go turn himself in!” Ace rubbed his head and came in front of me.

“Koì, I need you to trust me. I’m sorry this happened and I swear on my life, I’m not letting you go to jail for this! Bear with me as I try to figure everything out. Akamai going to take you and Majesty to my condo. I want you to stay low and out of sight. Can you handle it?”

“This is real f*cked up, like really f*cked up. I can’t believe dis shit. I couldn’t keep my f*cking nose clean for two more years yo,” I said, holding my tears. I was so pissed at myself! All I could remember was the judge telling me she didn’t want to see my face again and my attorney telling me how important it was for me to take my second chance of being free for real. I couldn’t get locked up again. My ass couldn’t get a ticket for jaywalking or I would have to finish my sentence. If my name popped up in the system, I was done.

“Baby, you innocent. You were in the Ozarks. You never saw nor touched those birds. Please calm down,” said Ace, touching my face and kissing me. He was pulling at my dress and I was over it. I sat zoned out. I didn’t move or return the affection. I didn’t react how he wanted me to when he got under my skirt. “Koì, really?” I didn’t say anything. Ace was being selfish and I knew he felt I was being selfish. I ignored him and kept looking out the window. “So, you just gon act like I’m not here? Fuck it,” said Ace, moving to the other side of the limo and pushing my thigh.

I picked up my phone and of course, I had a million missed calls and text. Nola and Chanel were the only names I saw. I texted them back in a group message, letting them know I knew what happened. Ace was mad that I was on my phone and not spending time with him. He had a real attitude and I could tell he was getting mad the more I stayed on my phone. If I could text, I could give him ‘some’ was his thinking. I purposely kept texting. Ace decided to roll a blunt. I looked at this nigga like he was crazy. I waited to see if he was about to light it or not. It was just my luck. He lit the blunt and took a few puffs. I really was looking at him like he lost his mind.

“Ace!” He ignored me and kept smoking. He could really irk my damn nerves. “Ace! Keep acting like you don’t hear me! I’m gonna f*cking snap! Put dat blunt out. All you f*cking do is smoke,” I said, flipping out. He chuckled and kept smoking. He started texting on his phone.

“All yo f*cking ass do is bitch! Shut the f*ck up some time,” said Ace, looking down at his phone. I took my high heel off on the sly and clocked this nigga in the head.

“Nigga, you gon have to make me shut da f*ck up! Now, keep it up! I’m gon f*ck you up! You sound like a bitch! Always got a f*cking attitude. I swear I’m waiting for you to start bleeding any f*cking day now. Hand me my muthafuking heel!” Ace came charging at me. I sat still until he was halfway across the limo, which didn’t take no time. I slid to the other side of the seat. He raised his hand to slap me.

“What I tell you about talking crazy to me? Huh? Who da f*ck you think you talking to? Koì, I swear you always doing this,” said Ace, now lowering his hand to his side. I guess he thought about it. I wanted him to slap me. I was gon f*ck him up in this limo. “You gon make me slap yo muthafuking ass!”

“Bitch, if you ever raise yo hand at me again, I’m gonna knock you da f*ck out! Quick... Playing... With... ME,” I said, pointing my finger at his forehead as I spoke. I pushed him out my face and crossed my arms.

“I wasn’t gon hit you. Why every time we get into it, you think you’re about to get yo ass whooped?” I thought about Flats and how he used to put his foot up my ass. Of course, I fought back. We went heads up several times. I think that’s why he kept coming back. I would fight back. I didn’t just ball up and let him hit me. He liked that about me. It was weird. “You gon f*ck around and get that ass beat. Watch that f*cking mouth of yours, straight up.”