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  SIDE CHICK

  LIFE

  WRITTEN BY

  NICETY

  SIDE CHICK LIFE

  NICETY

  Copyright © 2015 NICETY PUBLICATIONS

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Giving honor to God. He who is the head of my household.

  Thank you to my family; I will love

  you all until the end of time, you are the air that

  I breathe.

  To my friends; thanks for keeping me afloat

  when I thought I would sink.

  To my fans and many followers; I love you

  all more than words can say.

  Thank you for the love and support

  you deliver each day!

  DEDICATION

  I would like to dedicate this book to my family and my friends

  who supported my dream of becoming a published writer.

  They believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself years ago.

  I’m making you proud now! Also to my readers for

  without you there would be no me. I love you all!

  Special Shout outs to #TEAMNICETY, the bullets to my nine!

  I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart

  for always supporting me and making sure that I

  remained focused on the task at hand, which was getting

  your books to you on time. Laughing but dead serious.

  To my husband, the perfect verse over a tight beat.

  Thanks for being nothing more than you!

  **If I have forgotten anyone, know that

  I love you still**

  Table of Contents

  July 8th, 2012

  July 24th, 2012

  August 1st, 2012

  August 3rd, 2012

  August 24th, 2012

  August 31st, 2012

  September 4th, 2012

  September 6th, 2012

  September 6th, 2012 Evening

  Last time on Side Chick Life…

  Violet found herself in a compromising situation with Adrial. Mika found her strength and decided David was the scum of the fucking earth. Vega received some devastating news and is learning to cope including deal with his treacherous wife coupled with his side feelings.

  And, At the Funeral…

  Sunday

  July 8th, 2012

  Angel

  I wore a black Maggy London Crepe Sheath dress coupled with some black Louboutin pointy toe pumps. Vega wore a black three-piece Dolce and Gabbana suit and tie and black Bruno Magli Oxford shoes. Every label from Nordstrom was in attendance at Jay’s funeral. Jay adorned the exact same suit as Vega and his father. It was the way they wanted it. We sat in the front pew next to his parents with a plethora of cousins, uncles, and aunts sitting in the many rows behind us. The church was packed despite how much they tried to alienate Jay from the family for his run-ins with the law.

  At the burial, everyone was so silent you could hear nothing but the wind blowing past our faces. No one wailed. No one sobbed. There was just a cold eerie silence. All eyes watched as they lowered Jay’s casket down into the ground. Family and friends walked by one by one throwing red roses down into the grave as they walked away with their heads hung low. The pastor continued to speak as they walked off headed back to their standing positions. When everyone was done, we formed a circle around the gravesite and the pastor announced he had one last thing to add to his sermon for the day.

  The pastor spoke about forgiveness and moving forward with a clear heart and mind. I sat there with my arm wrapped around Vega’s rubbing his hand to comfort him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his brother’s cherry oak casket and I couldn’t stop focusing on the pastor’s words. Forgiveness. I knew one day God would have to forgive me for shooting Jay in the heart in cold blood.

  I sat in my car that morning on the next block down, watching his porch and waiting for him to leave for work for the morning. Honestly, all I wanted to do that day was talk. But he kept shooing me away like I was a mangy peasant on the street begging for change. He kept treating me like I was worthless and like what we shared was meaningless. When he told me to take my crazy ass home to my husband and get over it, I simply snapped.

  So yeah, I reached behind my back pointed the gun and pulled the trigger quick as ever firing one shot into his chest before hauling ass out of there. He had to learn that he couldn’t just throw me away like a piece of trash. Not to mention, what he was doing to the pregnant woman who kissed him goodbye at the door before he headed off to work. She had no clue how he was playing the both of us and how much it would’ve hurt her to know how long he had been fucking me.

  I guess when I thought about it, I did the world a favor by getting rid of yet another womanizer. I buried the gun in a vacant lot around the corner from his place, stomping it deep in the grass. I bought it from one of the hypes in the hood that morning that probably stole it from one of the drug dealers around there.

  Initially, in my mind I told myself the gun was only for protection for my many trips to the hood. But in the darkest area of my thoughts, I just couldn't accept his rejection any longer. No one ever rejected me. Ever. Anyway, that gun probably had so many bodies on it that if the cops did find it they wouldn’t know who to link the damn murder to.

  In time, Vega would have to forgive the person who killed his brother. He lived in a crime-infested neighborhood that he could have easily saved his brother from but he didn’t. He chose to let him find his own way, which ultimately lead to his demise. Forgiveness. Jay would have to forgive me for taking his life. Vega would have to forgive me for the adultery I committed in our marriage and I would have to do the same for him.

  However most importantly, I would have to forgive myself for all the wrong I’ve done. I still had my husband, financial stability, and a second chance to set things straight in my life. And, nothing was going to destroy that especially not some little bitch named Violet. He was my husband and this was my life. I always got what I wanted and Vega...belonged to me.

  Tuesday

  July 24th, 2012

  Mika

  My throat felt like it would cave. The smoke from Ox’s cigar completely took over the air of the dark room. It was as silent as a graveyard at dusk in my former Parkway Gardens apartment. I looked around at the dingy living room that used to be mine. David hadn’t cleaned up since I left his ass and if it weren’t for Ox’s cigar filling the room with a new smell, the stench of the garbage scattered around on the carpet would be overwhelming.

  My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest as we sat their patiently waiting. Two of Ox’s goons stood behind the couch casting a bit of a shadow over us after pulling every shade in the house closed. His hand gently caressed my leg as the sounds of the key turning in the lock filled the silence.

  “Baby, you said you weren’t going to talk about her anymore. Tell me how much you love me, not that bitch,” Bridgette stumbled in the door before David.


  “Shut up bitch. Just get your ass in that room and roll that shit up before I slap your ass,” David shoved her in before closing the door and hitting the light. “Oh shit! What the hell are y’all doing up in my spot man? I should blow your fucking heads off right now.”

  “With what? You ain’t no motherfuckin’ gangsta. Your ass ain’t shit but a fuckin’ lame. Quit frontin’.” Ox sat back in the couch seemingly becoming more confortable while I sat next to him secretly shitting bricks.

  “Man whatever. Why the fuck are y’all in my spot man?” David tossed the keys on the coffee table in front us.

  “Listen nigga. I ain’t gon’ play with ya. If you wanna be a man and see your son then that’s one thing, but the next time you call this woman’s phone threatening her about anything you gon’ have to answer to me playa.” Ox straightened his Oxford collar.

  Bridgette stood staring at me like she had just seen a ghost. I should’ve stood and dropped that dumb hoe right where she stood. But in doing so would’ve made it seem like I gave a fuck about what David did still when I didn’t. Still, the thought of her fucking him while she was supposed to be here watching my son ate a hole in my stomach forcing vomit to rise. I held it back as Ox rubbed my knee for comfort. Nothing but the words he said to me once we got here played over and over in my head. Fuck that bitch ass nigga. You ain’t never gotta be afraid of him again.

  “Is that right? So you fucking her now? This your new nigga, Mika?” David eyed me. “Huh?”

  "Aye you don't even gotta speak to him if you don't want to." Ox turned to me.

  I crossed my arms in front of me shifting my eyes from Ox back to David. By no means had I grown balls enough to stand up against David yet but in the presence of Ox I felt fearless. Having only lived with him for about three weeks, Ox had me feeling like I could accomplish anything. He spoke to me like he believed in every word that I said.

  The man never talked down to me, never put me down like I wasn’t shit and had security follow me to and from work while paying his sister to babysit my son. He was truly amazing to me and to top it all off, he didn’t ask me for one single thing. Any other man would have been tried to get the pussy but Ox was clearly a different breed of man. Not once did he ask me for a drop of it, nor even a dime.

  “I think the lady’s silence is golden bruh.” Ox placed his elbows to his knees interlocking his fingers in front of him at the same time.

  “Man as far as I’m concerned, it’s fuck her and fuck you too playa,” David growled as he shoved his thumb towards the door behind him. “Now ya’ll can raise the fuck up out my house.”

  “Oh we’re about to leave. Don’t worry about that. Shit, who wants to stay in this dirty ass trap anyway? Just know what I said, boi boi." Ox stood, holding his hand out for mine. I obliged him as he assisted me to my feet. "Be breezy and broke my nigga. Your meal ticket has expired."

  Looking up into David's face, only I knew what that expression meant. The rage in his eyes was all too familiar. Sweat beads trickled down his forehead as he stared back at me. We headed towards the door just as Bridgette scrambled her chicken head ass for the bedroom. She knew what time it was and I was sure she didn't want me “accidentally” bumping into her on my way past her.

  "Man fuck both of y'all." David summoned something disgusting from the back of his throat before launching it onto the back of Ox's shirt.

  "Oh boss. This nigga's ill," one of Ox's large goons called out.

  Ox tried to assess the damage as his goons grabbed David by both arms hemming him up tightly. Slowly Ox removed his shirt and turned it around to view the vile thing perched upon it. For a darker skinned man, his face seemed to boil over red. Nervousness within me set in as he flung the shirt to the floor in anger. His eyes met with David's before delivering a mighty blow to his front temporal lobe. I covered my mouth as Ox's goons allowed David's body to fall to the floor worm-like while Ox continued to pound his size twelve black leather Prada shoes into his chest.

  "I don't see you woofing now motherfucka. Do something now you nasty motherfucka." Ox stumped him a few more times before backing off, stumbling backwards and panting heavily. "Let that be a lesson learned with your dumb ass."

  Bridgette came fumbling in kneeling at his side squealing as she wiped blood and spittle from his mouth. Even though I was done with him, her presence only made my skin crawl. I gawked down at the both of them huddled together on the floor realizing that they were just like the rest of the filth that walked this planet and truly deserved each other.

  David mumbled bullshit dazed and confused as Ox took my hand and escorted me out the door. His goons said a few final words to him before they followed behind us but I couldn't hear. All I know is that regardless of what Ox wanted to happen between us, he had my back and Keylan's no matter what. Really that's all that mattered to me.

  Angel

  “Good morning ma’am. My name is Detective Holts and this is Detective Sims. May we speak to you for a minute please?”

  “Come in. So what can I do for you detectives?” Sucking hard on my long ass Newport, I allowed them entrance into the foyer halting them right there.

  “Well as you know we’re conducting an investigation on the death of your brother in-law, which is currently ongoing,” one of the dark skinned officers said as he pulled out a pen and pad from his inside jacket pocket.

  “Is it ongoing? Hmm.” Sarcasm read across my face as I blew a massive cloud of smoke from my lips. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Uh, yeah,” the other darker skinned officer interrupted. “We will find his killer. But we don’t want to inconvenience you anymore than you already are, ma’am. We just need for you to answer a few questions for us about your husband.”

  For a minute, I thought blocks would literally shit from my ass and ooze out all over the expensive furniture I just had cleaned a week ago. The early morning sun casted bulky overbearing shadows from their hefty statures making me feel two feet tall. My armpits were beginning to perspire as I swallowed the lump forming in the back of my throat. Clearly they knew nothing of who had killed Jay but they were closer than they thought, fishing in the right pond with no bait hoping for a martyr. Could I really allow Vega to take the fall for something he didn’t do? And if so, how the fuck was I going to provide for myself while he was locked up?

  “My husband?” I tightened the knot in my housecoat before sliding my pink furry slippers over to the couch taking a seat to dump my cigarette’s ashes. “What do you need to know about my husband? He would never have done anything like that to his own brother, I can assure you.”

  “Well we’re not saying that he’s involved in anything ma’am. We just want to know if he’s ever been a violent man. Has he ever gotten rough with you or anyone else in the family?” The snide sounding cop snorted his nose as he eyed me. “Does he have any enemy’s that may want to harm him but is targeting his family instead?”

  “Excuse me?” I stood rewrapping my housecoat securely around my waist. “You have the audacity to come up in my house and basically accuse my hard working physician husband of such a heinous crime?”

  “Mrs. Smart, your husband is a very wealthy man. Maybe someone was jealous of that and wanted to hurt him by killing his brother.”

  My breathing became erratic, as my palms grew sweaty. If this had been an Oscar nomination, I would have won my category with flying colors. Tears began to stream down my slightly chunky cheeks as I fired up another cigarette. The men stood watching my every move as if they were documenting everything I did storing it away for future reference. I didn’t give a fuck. They could write it down or take a picture for all I gave a fuck. I wasn’t rolling over on Vega like that and I for damn sure wasn’t giving them anything they could use against me in their court of law.

  “Gentlemen, this unexpected interview you’ve asked of me today is over. I suggest you both make your way back through the door you entered. Oh and the next time you wanna walk back through i
t, you’d better have my lawyer or your warrant if you ever want me to say anything else to you again.” Pushing past them, I snatched open the door holding it there for them to make their exit as grand as their entrance. “Good day, gentlemen.”

  “Hmm, you shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for your skin,” Detective Holts called back before continuing on towards the door.

  Their long legs galloped out the door headed towards their unmarked squad car. Intentionally, I wanted to slam the door behind their asses so they could feel my frustration through the loud echo of it meeting the wall. But a young woman halted my dramatic tantrum with two very young but walking children strolling up to the door.

  The look in my eye read of bewilderment. I didn’t recall ever seeing her before. She wore a pink maternity shirt with a small bow on the belly notifying me to her protruding belly underneath. Her hair was pinned back into a simple messy ponytail and it looked as if she could use a makeover artist badly with that acne-ridden brown skin, coke bottle glasses, and short stature.

  The woman picked up the younger one of the mongrels she toted with her, struggling to keep him on her hip while the other tried desperately to escape the grip of her hand. The little shit looked up at me with his oversized head and beady eyes like he couldn't wait to break free and destroy some shit. Boys. Two boys with another little brat on the way and she was standing on my doorstep with puppy dog eyes like she was about to beg for spare change or ask for food for their aching bellies.