Text Free and Jealousy Pt. 1

Turk

I like to think I’m a chill ass nigga. Definitely more chill than my bros.

I mean, we are all fathers now, so I guess I can say shit is way more chill now than it used to be. But even still, I’m a chill ass nigga. Shit don’t ever be serious enough for me to get out of body.

Or that’s how I used to be. Because this shit is that serious to get out of body.

That’s why I haven’t been back to sleep yet.

Usually, watching my Lil’ Rhubarb lifts my spirits. I must have gotten on Patience’s last fucking nerves, because my daughter is my twin with her dimples, just like I thought she’d be.

But nah. Even Rue can’t shake this scratching out of my chest.

I’m so out of my depth. My hands itch to hit up one of my bros who has more experience in this, but once again, I don’t want to blow up Pay’s spot. Besides, I know what they’d say, them niggas are so predictable; Ty would wanna kill the nigga, and Shad would want to make the nigga want to kill himself. And the way Auty been tripping lately, she’d agree with them.

I don’t know if I’m that vexed to wanna shed blood. But then my chest itches again, and I’on know. Something needs to be done.

Blowing out air, I grab my phone and dial up Shad. He has way more sense than Ty-Ty’s ass.

Shad answers immediately, and I grin at his newest son Messiah staring into the camera.

“I knew yo ass would be up.”

“Say ‘hi Uncle Turk.’ Say, ‘I was asleep, but then niggas decided to call and wake me up. So now, me and my daddy finna be up all day and night.’ Again.”

The camera turns and Shad is scowling into the camera, bags under his eyes and braids fuzzy as hell.

“No one told yo ass to keep Mace pregnant and barefoot. Is Sadé even potty trained?”

Shad’s shoulders drop. “She wanna wear diapers like her brothers. We were right there Dub, right fucking there. But that ain’t why you called me. Wassup?”

He drops the phone so that all I see is ceiling before changing the angle. Messiah, is on his chest now.

“Aight. I just wanna say, this is me trying to be more… open. But if you make me regret it, or worse, tell Nut and Set, I’m never telling you shit again, on my mama.”

A smile spreads on my bro’s face. “You’ve got my attention.”

The lump in my throat is telling me not to say shit, but we all promised we’d stop holding shit in. I’m sure we weren’t talking about what I’m asking advice for, but even still, two heads are better than one.

“Well, first. And don’t take this the wrong way but… how you deal with the fact that Mace has fucked other niggas before?”

“I don’t ‘deal with it.’ Shit ain’t got nothing to do with me,” he answers easily, balling up his face. “Everybody got a past. It would be stupid of me to feel any way about my baby mama having one when I was far from a virgin when we met, too. Besides, I may not be her first, but I’m her last, and in this case, last place is best.”

What he’s saying sounds logical enough. But that shit is legit going over my fucking head.

Auty has never fucked another nigga besides me. That is by design. Most of the time, Auty never even looked niggas’ ways, so it was never something I even had to think about. The one time she called herself dating a nigga, I was so taken aback, the next thing I know I was carving the nigga up in a hotel before I took her virginity in the adjoining room.

But that was years ago. We were twenty, and I was lowkey bloodthirsty.

I’m thirty now. A father of two. Besides a couple one-offs, I’m not in the streets just stepping on niggas anymore, and to be honest, I’m not trying to. 

“Yeah,” I sigh. “I mean, you know, I never had to think about someone else’s past. Auty ain’t really have one without me included, and I’ve never gave a fuck about no one but her, foreal.”

“Ah, but Patience is definitely not Autumn. But I thought she mostly only dated women?”

I roll my eyes. Paypay lives in technicalities, and let her tell it, that’s true.

“Let’s just say, this ain’t Pay’s first poly relationship.” I wipe my face, and swallow around the lump in my throat. “She, uh, got a text tonight, while we was sleep. She ain’t wake up, but I did, and stupidly, I saw it and I can’t unsee it.”

“Well, what it say?”

I start to share my screen, because I am not finna repeat that shit. When I pull up the screenshot, I see the exact moment Shad reads it because his jaw drops before he covers his mouth to laugh.

“Shit not funny,” I fuss, closing out the screen share.

“It’s hilarious,” he whispers, since Messiah starts defending me by hollering, too. “You all in yo feelings off a number that’s not even saved. Does it matter if it’s a woman or not?”

“No! Either way, some nigga or bitch is pushing up on my lady! Paypay’s IG is public now; they know she got a family!” My eyebrows dip low as I fight to keep composure. I’on care that it’s four in the morning. I’m ready to search this number and pay a visit to this and whoever calls themselves reminiscing about my honey apple crisp.

And that’s never been my style.

“You got that look in your eye like your name is Rico, brodie. Do you really think Patience would look the other way if you murked a person from her past? It’s Patience, nigga. Mace told me she still flinches every time she shoots at the range.”

I can’t help but smirk; Pay for sure talks a good game about her baby gun Cinderella, but I know it’s only because me and Auty are adamant about her knowing her way around a firearm. 

“Why she gotta know my every move? Macy know every move you make in her honor?”

Shad rolls his eyes, letting me know his answer.

“‘Zactly, nigga.”

“You ain’t me, though, Big Turk. I get that jealousy is a new emotion for you, but you don’t gotta pull a Mason Neiman. Shouldn’t be going through her phone anyway.”

“One; who the fuck is that? And two; you got some nerve, nigga. Only reason you ain’t seen it is because you been tryna put my young bull down.”

Messiah sneezes, prompting Shad to wipe his nose with his wife beater. “You clearly ain’t ready for book club on Monday. Catch up, nigga. And I’on know, maybe talk to your other wife about this new development. Keep me updated.”

His bitch ass hangs up on me, before sending me the book club pick I forgot about. Bad enough the girls indulge Reem with his voracious reading habits, but now since they all clue us in anyway, we’ve been suckered into it.

Muthafuckas booed me when I suggested the 48 Laws of Power.

My special vibration sounds off and I answer my cinnamon apple immediately. She beams at me from behind the wheel.

“Slow down, girl. We all here.”

“Shut up,” she playfully jabs. “It’s been a long twelve hours. I’m surprised you’re up.”

“Maaaaan, one of Pay’s old work texted her some wild ass shit and I’on know how I feel. You never brought me these problems.”

“Well, duh. All my exes liked you, Turkey. Why were you even in her phone?”

“Asking the wrong questions, my love. What we finna do about niggas hitting up our girl?”

Auty smirks at me. “I’ve spoiled you.”

I stay quiet, because that ain’t my fault. 

“Have you pressed her? No… you just been in Rue’s room sad.”

“Man, I ain’t sad. I wanna snap a muthafucka’s neck.”

“Who?!” she cackles. “Turkey, be so for real. The amount of hoes I’ve had to knock some sense into, cut Patience some slack. At least until you press her.”

“Well, hurry up and come home so we can press her together.”

She rolls her eyes, but I know based off her commute she will be home in the next ten minutes, so I’m not tripping when she leans over and hangs up.

Auty takes that jealousy shit to the next level, so I know she’s just as curious as I am. Shit, she’s probably mad she wasn’t around to see the text herself.

A quick kiss to my baby, then I go back into the bedroom I share with my wives.

Patience is still there, foot kicked out from under the cover, snoring her heart away. Not even knowing she fucked up my whole being right now.

My lip curls. How dare she be just sleeping peacefully, like she hasn’t put my pussy on muthafuckas so hard they texting her in the middle of the night?

That years later, they’re remembering her?

And why does she still have the same number?

I kick the side of the bed on some petty shit, and smirk when Pay jumps upright.

“What? Huh?” 

I turn on the lamp, making Pay rub the sleep out of her eyes. Distantly, I hear the front door open and close, and my smirk grows.

“You got a text.”

Pay’s eyebrows dip as she blindly feels for her phone. When she finds it, she opens her texts, just as Auty saunters into our room.

If she was tired before, she’s not anymore, since her eyes stretch as they dance all over the illicit message in her phone.

Auty snatches the phone out of her grip, and she reads the message a few times before tossing her phone onto the bed and folding her arms.

“Who the fuck is that, Patience?”

Patience has to shake her head to rid herself of the lust she gets whenever Auty bosses up on her. “Auty, the number isn’t saved–”

“Wrong answer, Paypay. It’s that many niggas or bitches that would be bold enough to text you that like yo last photo you posted wasn’t a family pic.”

Pay’s eyes pinch as she glares at me. “Royce,” she grits. “Anyone that is texting me is from at least six years ago.”

“So you have no idea who this could be? None at all?” Auty asks.

Pay scoffs, before scrambling out of the bed. “Are you two ganging up on me?! I told you both I don’t know who the fuck it is!”

Auty and I share a glance before both smirking at Pay. Usually, Auty’s the one in trouble. She’s a brat through and through, thriving on pushing our buttons to get punished.

Rarely does Pay step out of line. Even though her degradation kink has blossomed since we all got together, her need to be the best means she obeys every rule to a T. A good girl. My good girl, who only yields to me. 

My chest itches again thinking about who else she may have yielded to.

“Call the number.”

Pay bucks her eyes at Auty, but when she doesn’t budge, she drags her gaze to me.

“Are you both–”

“Dead the fuck serious? Yes, Paypay. Call the fucking number.”

She rolls her eyes before grabbing her phone and dialing the muthafucka who is disturbing my peace.

“Speaker.”

She mocks Auty, but still obeys, and on the third ring the line clicks over.

“Patience Fox,” a sultry voice purrs.

Auty snatches the phone from Pay and scowls. “Don’t be texting my wife no bullshit about matching yo nasty.”

The voice giggles. “Worried your wife is reminiscing on some pussy better than yours?”

“Bitch, Patience don’t even got yo number saved. Don’t trip though. When you see a fist comin’ at your head, know that it’s the consequences of your actions tonight.” Auty hangs up and clenches the phone.

“Tie her ass up, Turkey. I’ll only be in the shower for a minute.” 

Auty stomps off toward our bathroom, leaving just me and Pay.

She folds her arms and scoffs, but I see her nipples peeking out of her teddy. She ain’t fooling me.

“Royce,” she mutters. “You and I both know this isn’t fair.”

I gather Pay in my arms, pinching her chin to tilt her head to me. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that, especially after being nosey.

“You love me?” I ask.

Her hands slide to my back as she holds my gaze. “I love you, Royce.”

“Daddy loves you, too.” I lean down and capture her lips. She opens immediately for my tongue, and moans when my other hand squeezes her plump ass.

“That’s why I gotta tie you up, bae. You wanna be a nasty slut so bad, so I’ma treat you like one. You gon’ take your punishment? Prove you’re my nasty slut?”

Pay’s lids are half-mast, pupils blown out. She nods, licking her lips to chase the taste of us. I back up, my fingers tracing down her arm before interlocking with her hands. 

“Royce, I’m tired,” she whines, but she still lets me lead her toward our playroom. 

“Daddy gon’ put you right to sleep,” I promise, smirking to myself.

I’ll prolly still let Auty beat her ass, just off GP.

But me and my dick are happy with this outcome, too.

To Be Continued...